#avoiding energetic drain

[cyber-soul-smartz]

The Power of Rejection: Embracing Authentic Expression

Rejection is more than a mere redirection Reflecting on my experiences with releasing my work, “Empowered Journey,” I remembered how I would intuitively and meditatively get the message not to water down my ideas under any circumstances. I thought this was just me being guided not to alter the message, but later, I realized it was more than that. It reminded me of what I had known before. It…

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: Who You'll Be In 10 Years

☣︎ "“The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, change any pronouns to apply to you. Also, the tense changes from past to present to future, I hope this doesn't make the reading difficult.

Also! Thank you so much to everyone who put in a paid reading request, when my life stabilizes, those will be on the top of my priority list. <3

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

⚠︎ Pile One ⚠︎ (5oS rev., 5oP, 8oS)

You a decade from now (or less 👀) is not afraid to walk away from a motherfucker. Kudos to you!!! POP A BOTTLE. REJOICE! 🍾🍾

You have mastered prioritizing yourself and letting go of connections that violate your boundaries.  

I’m getting cat energy. Your self-concept is resolute, so you don’t care about others' perception of you. You’re willing to be seen as the “bitch” or selfish in situations because you refuse to become someone you’re not, to please another. 

Your young self would consider this a nightmare. Your upbringing has groomed you to put the interests and needs of others before your own. Disharmony and people disliking you cause you so much inner turmoil (I want to throw up channeling this energy, I’m getting it makes you physically ill) that you try to avoid those dark emotions by suppressing your own needs and desires to keep the group happy.

Being subservient and sacrificing parts of you became a survival tactic. It was so deeply ingrained in your self-concept; you desperately wanted to detach from it but feared hurting anyone or being seen as selfish in the process. 

This hesitancy to step on a few toes, which is an inherent requirement for elevating your own voice, gives you an illusion of being trapped and powerless against the will of others.

But baby… you ten years from now don't have time for the bullshit.

The energy here is refined; a quiet strength forged in darkness. This was not always your energy, you have some battle scars due to people-pleasing and learning the hard way that you can never satiate hunger in people who can never be full. 

This pile has seen their fair share of energy demons. I meant to write “vampires” but demons came out, this could be about energetic attacks (commonly manifesting as anxious thoughts and mental blocks that did not occur before you met them) and jealous energies around you that benefitted from you thinking less of yourself.

It took you some time to find the power in your “No” and staunchly protect it. There have been times when people have disrespected your no and remained in your energy for longer than they deserved to. That’s okay, forgive yourself. I promise it’s all a part of a greater journey for you to reclaim your power. 

The energy you call home ten years from now is a force to be reckoned with. The first card flip gave me chills, I was intimidated at first. 

You are becoming someone whom the world makes space for. By walking away from people who want to continuously fight and provoke you or drain your resources and energy, you are telling life, “I won’t put up with people who are trying to convince me to be the backseat passenger of my own life.”

You won’t feel like a suffering supporting character anymore, you’ll be the main character people are in awe of. 

Aries Northnode, Saturn, Pluto, Chiron 1st house, Mars or moon 7th house, Libra risings, Libra Mars, Libra Moon, Cancer Saturn, Cancer Mars, 6th house placements. 

Your dominant colors will be black, white, and grey. For my colorful folk, you’ll stay bright and eccentric but have stark contrasts of black either with your accessories, hair, or makeup (if you do it). Regardless of your height, you’ll appear taller with perfect posture. Your collarbone/shoulder area is accentuated and eye-catching. Your head is held high and your neck acts as your lion’s mane. 

Your words reverberate in the consciousness of others, you are unforgettable and your impact changes the course of the lives you interact with. You speak clearly (and at times bluntly), making your boundaries and identity unequivocal. Your voice deepens and honies with time, you are like a violin luring people to your cause. People will most compliment you on your aura and intimidating, yet magnetic presence.

I really want to emphasize the dark appearance here, it’s the classic dark feminine aesthetic with a mystical-witchy flair. I even see big hats, high boots, and round or oval glasses for some. 

The strength you cultivate is admirable and is your magnum opus. Keep creating your dream you, my love! MUAH 💋

A Vixen Born in the Shadows

⚠︎ Pile Two ⚠︎ (The Hermit, 4oW, Ace of Cups)

Ex-Factor by Ms. Lauryn Hill came on, the Angels aren’t playing. Sit down, I’m about to talk your ear off (lovingly <3)

Baby, you’ve been put through the emotional wringer. Mostly in your interpersonal connections and romantic relationships.

You’ve had a cycle of emotionally immature karmic partners that were meant to reflect the insecurities within you that blocked healthy unions from forming. You subconsciously did not feel worthy of a loving partner so you settled for people who were unable to love you more than their own self-interests. Most of your old connections were made through trauma bonds and fear of abandonment. 

(For some, I’m getting that your partners threatened to harm themselves or you threatened to harm yourself in case of a breakup)

Most people can’t relate to your depth. You crave a raw, soul-merging connection that can withstand you at your lowest, most difficult energy. There were moments when you either glorified or begrudgingly allowed “struggle love” because you believed that fighting, heartbreak, and being misunderstood were all a part of the “ride or die” package.

I’m giving a lil forehead kiss to my Scorpios and 8th Housers. And a winky wink to the Rohini and Jyeshta natives in the back. 

However, I’m getting a tinge of envy here. You believed that “kinks” (emotional abuse) in the relationship were natural and happened in every relationship, but when you saw couples online or in your environment, they seemed a lot healthier than yours. 

You weren’t in a clear headspace, so instead of realizing that your partner dynamic is unhealthy and harming you mentally and emotionally, you internalized it and bore the fault on your shoulders. Oh, those people have healthy relationships because they’re better than me and more attractive, I need to be better.

Listen to me when I say this, your love and devotion are worth more than struggle love, and toxic cycles. The best thing you could have done for yourself is exit these relationships stage left, IMMEDIATELY. 

And guess what Pile 2 in 10 years is doing??? EXITING THE MF STAGE AND ENTERING RELATIONSHIPS THAT SERVE THEM! YURR!

If you are currently in this cycle and fear that you aren’t capable of change and healthier connections, trust me you boss up and tell those doubts to shut the fuck up.

Love, you complete all the hard healing. You go through long periods of solitude, introspection, therapy, forgiveness (of yourself), and learning to be your own soul partner and it pays off!!! YOU turn into the one giving self-love and healthy relationship advice.

You’ve been through the ugly and the beautiful and know the trials of the self-hate to forgiveness journey like no other. You could have significant Jupiter placements, you got the guru card. The young grasshopper turns into the wise crane.

If you have dark circles under your eyes, your body language is sluggish, and you just look like life is whooping your ass, a decade from now you will look like… do you know those pictures of those really gorgeous cows?

Like??? Please tell me you get where I’m coming from. You’ll look well-nourished, taken care of, plump (explained briefly), and sitting pretty in your energy of known worth and inner fulfillment.

In Vedic astrology (I’m explaining this very plainly), Rohini natives represent the people whose life path is to obtain inner security and believe everything they desire can be birthed from the resources that come from them (plump). Their opposite, Jyestha represents inner emptiness and insecurity and the insatiable desire to fill that hole (hollow). 

Your hole is filled (pause) and you have turned your insecurities into strengths (which is very Jyesthan). This is confidence that can’t be faked or imitated and it’s beyond your wildest dreams. It’s well deserved! You birthed your ideal self-concept all by yourself, and that is no easy feat.

Maybe you have been jaded and swore off marriage, but “bad” news babe you’re marrying someone who adores, respects, and treats you like the soft, yet powerful force you are. 

You are very fucking happy, I’ve been cheesing and cracking jokes this entire reading. You are going to live a joyous, easygoing life full of reciprocal love and admiration. 

Physically, I’m not getting anything specific besides the clear image that you will look visibly abundant. A bright smile from ear to ear, cheek creases from happiness, clear skin, watery eyes, and you’ll smell like a rich bitch (that was a random message but it felt important).

I’ll close off with a tweet that I have been thinking about since the first card flip,

MUAH 💋

Her Heart is a Blossom of Flowers

⚠︎ Pile Three ⚠︎ (The Tower, 6oP, 10oC)

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions

FEEELLL THE RAAAINNN ON YOOOUURRR SKIIINNNNNN\!!!

Babe, you escaped from somewhere. Ran like the wind to your freedom. Similar to Pile One and a bit of Pile Two, you were enslaved to energies that were draining you. However, this energy is more restrictive. Some people had their autonomy stripped away and others had to sacrifice their desires for another’s sake.

I’m sensing a wound in how you perceive yourself, your skills, and your capabilities. The way you express yourself through your passions, your style, and how you speak feels restricted out of fear and overly controlled. A buried piece of you yearns for expression and attention, which you are well deserving of and more than capable of gaining fame for. Fear and anxiety had deluded you into thinking they were more powerful than you.

Yea, that shit is dead 10 years from now. LMAO. 

If you have big traveling plans or wish to permanently pack up and move to your dream location, it's happening. Have no doubt, you will not be stuck where you are forever. 

You were experiencing a debilitating mental feedback loop of wanting to live your life the way you desire and then halting those desires to help others. Buuuutttt, at some point from when you’re reading this to ten years from now, deception will be revealed to you and you’ll realize the people you are sacrificing your dreams for are undeserving of it. 

This will wake you up, breaking the loop and invigorating you to take the reigns of your own life because you’ll know that you can’t stop your motion so others don’t feel left behind.

You’ll reclaim your power over self-doubt and anxiety by choosing faith over fear. Faith in your ability to improve the skills you love and to strive for your dreams even if it scares you. With every fear you face, you’ll realize just how strong you are and get a rush from proving your old self wrong. All the things you believed you couldn’t do, you’re now breezing through and showing the public how its done.

Capricorns, Sagittarius, 2nd and 3rd housers (chiron counts), are getting a special shoutout here.

You will be recognized and adored. You are a star, through and through. Whatever empire you build will be so abundant that you will still be able to help people, but not at the expense of your own success.

Your biggest lesson is learning that you cannot help yourself or anyone for that matter if you are inhibitious and your own biggest naysayer. What do you gain from believing you can’t do something? Not a damn thing. Just frustration and regret. Start affirming that you can become everything you want to be until that self-concept replaces your thought patterns. You are a magnificent being capable of change and there is nothing between you and the life you want to live but your beliefs. 

You feel so complete and whole ten years from now. You literally got the ten of cups AND the completion-360 oracle. It must be emphasized that the life behind the veil of fear is one of prosperity, abundance, and unwavering joy. Just go for it, my love! You cannot lose. You only lose if you stay where you are (which you won’t). 

Puff your chest out with pride and tell those bitchass fears and doubts to go play with gnats their own size. They don’t want to fight a big dawg like you, pookie 😩😩.

In ten years, I’m getting an office-vixen aesthetic or business chic. Women will always have heels on and men will always find an occasion to wear dress shoes that boost their height a bit. Tight pencil skirts. Suits. Blazers. Capes. Watches. Trench Coats. All that jazz.

MUAH💋

Fear Crumbles at The Feet of A Bad Bitch

⚠︎ Pile Four ⚠︎ (Ace of Wands, The Hermit, 5oW)

Initial Impression: In ten years, you are not afraid to whoop somebody’s ass. I Bet U Won’t by LeVel and Mouse on da track started playing. 

I’m sensing tense home energy here. You did not have to do much to be blamed or antagonized for something. You were treated like a black sheep, scapegoated, abused, and expected to take it. If you lashed out in defense, your attackers would take that as an opportunity to paint you as aggressive, a difficult child, or “unsafe”. This could’ve been with friendships too. 

My heart is racing right now, in the middle of channeling, a helicopter flew over the neighborhood and told everyone to lock all their entrances and stay inside. I feel like you have spent a huge chunk of your life on edge? Your environment prevented you from safely regulating your nerves and you were never able to feel comfortable anywhere. If your home was not explicitly violent, there was mental warfare that prevented your home from ever feeling like home.  

Half the people in this pile experienced the opposite. Everyone else in the house was constantly fighting and belligerent and you stayed meek, quiet, and in your room to create some sense of safety.

For some, it's a mix of both. 

Any power that could have been used to stand up or protect yourself was diffused by parental figures or fake friends. The global lockdown was especially difficult for you and trapped you within the tension of the house. For others, I see that this hermit phase lasted beyond the pandemic and maybe even prior. 

This is the only pile where I know the transition is happening before the 10-year mark. With all of this fire and solar plexus energy, one day (soon) you will be sparked with the bravery to become your own hero. 

You’re removing yourself from a toxic environment and you’re going out SWINGING. Windmilling, even!

That’s not to say that this is all on a whim and impulsive. Oh no no no. You are calculated and pushing forward with careful preparation and a solid plan. If you want to move out, you’ll have the place planned out, your transportation, your food for the next 6 months, and a job lined up.

If this is simply about pursuing your dreams in an environment that wants to squash them, you’re moving in silence and getting all of your ducks in a row so when the time comes, you can chuck the deuces up and never see those people again.

(if you feel guilty about wanting to cut off family members, don't. You must feel confident in the decision to prioritize your health and safety.)

YOU’RE ‘BOUT BIG MF BUSINESS.

In a world where you have never known peace, you will be creating a life of harmony and ease for yourself, and you have every right to be proud of that. That is a generational weight that you let go of, your spirit team and ancestors celebrate your strength and vitality. 

You got some crazy repetition with my Oracle deck. You got “Golden Gift”, “Golden Retriever”, the cards fell in a white-orange color pattern, and you have all this wand (fire) energy. You are a firing supernova, the flame within is what will pioneer you to victory. 

This is another tale for the ages—your story will be told far and wide, inspiring boys and girls who dream of a savior to become their own saving grace.

You’ll definitely have a long-lasting red hair phase or you’ll have an affinity for the colors red and gold in ten years. 

You’ll be healthily competitive. You will have an established workout regimen and do at least one recreational active hobby (soccer, hiking, MMA and swimming were of note). You’ll even be competitive at karaoke night.  

There are some bodybuilders in this collective. If you’re a woman and want to lift but fear looking “bulky”, you’ll overcome it and fall in love with your muscular physique. There is an accentuation of your butt, shoulders, back, and abs. You’ll look physically imposing and command respect and attention, but welcoming to all. I see children running to your side for safety. 

Go and be great my lil firecracker!! MUAH 💋

God's Golden Gift is a Brave Woman

[its-avalon-08]

what are we even fighting for? (cs55)

✦ pairing - carlos sainz x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, fluffy ending

The air in the flat hung heavy, thick with the unspoken words of a fight that had fizzled out hours ago. Y/N sat on the couch, meticulously folding laundry, each crease a testament to the storm raging inside her. Carlos emerged from the bedroom, a shadow of his usual energetic self.

"Going for a run?" Y/N asked, her voice clipped. It wasn't a question, more a confirmation of the escape route he usually took during their arguments.

"Yeah," Carlos mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He grabbed his trainers, the familiar routine a stark contrast to the turmoil within.

"Great," Y/N said, the single word dripping with sarcasm. Carlos flinched, his shoulders slumping further. He paused at the doorway, finally looking at her.

"Y/N, do we really have to do this?"

"Do what?" she challenged, her gaze hardening.

"This," he said, gesturing vaguely between them. "The constant fighting, the silence."

"Maybe if you hadn't—" Y/N started, but Carlos cut her off.

"Here we go again," he sighed. "It's always my fault, isn't it?"

"No, it's not," Y/N snapped, her voice cracking with unshed tears. "It's just... everything feels so different lately."

They were at an impasse. Every conversation, every attempt to bridge the gap, ended in a fresh volley of accusations and hurt. The silence, once comfortable, now screamed with unspoken resentments.

Carlos ran. He pounded the pavement, his frustration mingling with the rhythmic thud of his feet. When he returned, showered, and hesitantly entered the living room, Y/N was gone. He found her in the bedroom, surrounded by open suitcases.

"What are you doing?" he asked, dread pooling in his stomach.

"Packing," she said, her voice flat. "Maybe a change of scenery will do us both some good."

Carlos's heart hammered against his ribs. "A change? Or a break?"

Y/N stopped folding, her shoulders slumping. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over like a dam finally breached.

"I don't know, Carlos," she choked out. "Maybe... maybe this whole thing was a mistake."

The words landed like a physical blow. Carlos stared at her, the color draining from his face. A mistake? All the laughter, the late-night talks, the shared dreams - were they all meaningless to her?

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The fight had drained him, leaving him numb and speechless. With a defeated sigh, he turned and walked out, the click of the guest room door echoing the hollowness in his chest.

The roar of the engines at the Monaco Grand Prix was a dull thrum in Y/N's ears. She stood stiffly at the pit wall, a knot of dread tightening in her stomach. It was race weekend, a time that usually buzzed with shared adrenaline and nervous excitement. Now, the atmosphere felt sterile, devoid of their usual pre-race ritual.

Carlos emerged from the garage, his helmet tucked under his arm. He scanned the crowd, his gaze finally landing on her. Their eyes locked, and for a horrifying moment, Y/N thought he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't come to her. A fresh wave of tears welled up, blurring her vision.

"Y/N," his voice was a croak, barely audible over the din. He hesitated, then began walking towards the starting grid, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Tears spilled over, tracing hot tracks on her cheeks. It was over. All the fights, the resentful silences, had finally driven them apart. A strangled sob escaped her lips.

Just then, the commentator's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, snapping her attention back to the track. "And Sainz is rushing into the paddock! What is he doing?!?"

Y/N's head whipped towards the pit lane, heart pounding in her chest. Through a haze of tears, she saw Carlos sprint past the mechanics, his face etched with determination. He tore through the crowd, his eyes fixed on her.

He skidded to a halt in front of her, his chest heaving. Before she could react, he cupped her face in his calloused hands and pulled her into a desperate kiss. The roar of the crowd faded into the background, replaced by the frantic drumming of their hearts.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Carlos looked at her, his eyes raw with emotion. "Y/N, I messed up," he rasped. "That was never supposed to happen. This… this whole thing, us… it can't end like this."

"Carlos," she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "Can we fix it?"

He held her gaze, his voice firm. "I promise. We'll fix it. Whatever it takes." He squeezed her hand, the familiar spark of warmth a lifeline thrown across the chasm that had grown between them. "Now, I have a qualifying to win."

Y/N wiped her tears, a flicker of hope rekindled in her eyes. "Go get 'em, champ," she said, her voice hoarse but determined. "And remember, we're in this together."

Carlos offered a shaky smile, the ghost of his old grin. With one last, lingering kiss, he turned and sprinted back towards the grid, leaving Y/N with a renewed sense of possibility. The roar of the engines no longer sounded like a dirge, but a challenge, a call to face their problems head-on, just like they faced every race.

The qualifying session concluded with Carlos securing a decent starting position. Relief, however, battled with anxiety as he rushed back to the drivers' room. Y/N stood by the window, her back to him. He took a deep breath, the image of her tearful eyes fueling his determination.

"Y/N," he called out gently, his voice raspy.

She spun around, her face etched with a mixture of worry and hope. As their eyes met, the dam broke. Tears welled up anew, spilling down her cheeks. Carlos hurried towards her, his arms outstretched.

"Carlos," she choked out, rushing into his embrace. They clung to each other, the roar of the track a distant echo compared to the storm of emotions within them. Tears soaked their shirts, silent apologies mingling with the salty sting.

"I'm so sorry," Y/N whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. "We haven't been communicating, and I shouldn't have said what I did back in the flat."

Carlos held her tighter, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Me too, cariño," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been so focused on the championship that I forgot what truly matters. You matter, Y/N. We need to talk, to listen to each other."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

"We can fix this," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear. "We just need to try."

Y/N nodded, a small smile trembling on her lips. "I know. I just… I got scared, Carlos. Scared of losing you."

He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "You won't lose me," he promised, his voice firm. "Not if you don't want to."

His lips grazed hers, a question lingering in the air. Y/N met him halfway, the kiss a rekindled flame, burning away the hurt and doubt. It was a kiss filled with a newfound appreciation for each other, a promise to rebuild their trust and communication.

Pulling back, foreheads resting against each other, a comfortable silence settled between them. The weight of unspoken words had lifted, replaced by a fragile hope for the future. They knew the road wouldn't be easy, but with each other, they were ready to face whatever came their way. The roar of the engines seemed less daunting now, replaced by the steady beat of two hearts determined to race together.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Introverts

Introvert - a person who is reserved, reflective, and prefers minimal social situations.

Unlike extroverts who prefer networking and socializing, intense social interactions may leave introverts feeling drained and needing to recharge their energy with ample alone time.

However, introverts don’t necessarily lack social skills, they just prefer alone or socializing in small groups.

Introversion is a personality type introduced by noted Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, who theorized that people could be divided into groups based on their distinct attitudes.

These attitudes include introversion and extroversion (which refers to a preference for external stimuli).

Jung believed that while both of these attitudes are present in every individual, one type is generally more dominant.

Characteristics of an Introvert

Reserved: Introverts don’t like to be the center of attention and may not be as willing to make new friends or break the ice in large groups, social gatherings, or networking opportunities. However, a common misconception is that an introverted personality is always shy and quiet. Some introverts are more talkative and energetic when they are passionate about something specific, engaged in an activity they love or surrounded by people they know.

Introspective: Introverted personalities tend to spend more time with their own thoughts, which means they tend to think more before speaking. Introverts are often described as more thoughtful or focused than extroverts. This personality type prefers to think and prepare before they act, making them efficient planners.

Solitary: Time alone and away from social settings is necessary for introverts. Social activities can be draining for many introverts, and they may require time to recharge after social events. This solitary time away from the outside world is beneficial to an introvert’s mental health and well-being.

Selective: An introvert may enjoy spending time alone in their inner world, but that doesn’t mean they are loners, antisocial, or lack a social circle. On the contrary, an introvert prefers a smaller circle of close friends, leading to more quality and meaningful relationships.

Patient: Introverts are thoughtful decision-makers that are not driven by impulse. They often take their time when faced with a decision to ensure the best result. In sales, this personality type prefers to take their time to strategize and find the best way to appeal to a potential customer.

Are Introverts Shy? Introversion and shyness can overlap for some personalities, but these qualities are distinct. Introverts and shy people avoid being the center of attention and might experience social anxiety. Generally, introverted people can start conversations, make small talk, and navigate social interactions more readily than shy people, especially with small groups. Introversion describes people who prefer higher levels of internal to external stimulation. Alone time is energizing for introverts, but they can still exhibit agreeableness and social skills in social settings.

Signs of Introversion

The following personality traits align with being an introvert. Consider the signs of introversion:

You are comfortable with alone time. Introverts can travel and engage in hobbies alone without feeling the need to share that particular time with others. Introverts tend to focus on their own thoughts.

You prefer smaller social gatherings. Both introverts and extroverts can be sociable, the difference is that the former prefers shorter social situations with smaller groups of people. For example, introverts might enjoy social activities like dinner parties or book clubs.

You think before you speak. Introverts often consider how they want to respond to a question or comment before replying and are likelier to be quiet and contemplative in group settings. If you often think before you speak, you might be introverted.

You value unique experiences. A personality assessment might classify you as an introvert if you prefer special activities specific to your interests that command your emotional and intellectual attention.

Benefits of Being an Introvert

Being an introvert can have advantages. Consider the following attributes and benefits of this personality trait:

Attention to detail: Introverts often care about details others might forget or overlook.

Good listening skills: Introverts tend to think before they speak, which means they can be more thoughtful, wise, and considerate. Introverted people are often effective listeners.

Positive well-being: Engaging in alone time can boost self-esteem and improve mental health.

Strong sense of self: Introverts prefer to spend time with themselves, which gives them more opportunities to reflect on who they are and what they want. Introverts have a strong sense of self. There is a misconception that introverts have a narrow view of the outer world, but introspection can give them a broad perspective.

Quality friendships: Introverts prefer a smaller social group, which means they are more selective about friendships and how they spend their time socializing. Introverts tend to have close friends.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[whchenlvr]

hello!!! I’m wondering if you could do a short romcom featuring reader and wolf? Perhaps the reader is much more and an extrovert with a loud personality, how would they meet and get to know each other? Thank you !

hopefully this is okay?? i wasn’t quite sure how to format this lol so i hope you like it and thank you for the request!

romcom romance w wolf ;

wolf keum x extroverted gn!reader

➤ when you first saw wolf walking alone with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, you were immediately drawn to him. you wanted to be his friend

➤ “hey!” you called out to him, stepping away from your group of friends to jog over and into his field of view. “hey, i like your glasses.”

➤ wolf only stared at you, blinked once, and went on walking

➤ you tried not to be too offended, settling on the idea that maybe he was a bit introverted, and took a few hurried steps to catch up with him. “i’m y/n. what’s your name?”

➤ he ignored you. now you were a little offended

➤ “okay, then. i’ll call youuuu… leo!”

➤ wolf finally turned his head in your direction, eyes still trained on the ground. “leo?”

➤ you smiled. “yeah! since you won’t give me your name, i’ll name you myself. hope you don’t mind!” “i mind.” “i like the name leo.” “i don’t.” “bye, leo!” “leave me alone.”

➤ the next day, you ran into ‘leo’ a second time and smiled brightly as you approached him. “leo! i like this shirt much more than the one you had on yesterday.” “i don’t care.”

➤ these interactions continued for a few weeks. you’d see ‘leo’ in passing and greet him with your large, energetic smiles and compliments. he was only hostile at first, but as time past, his responses grew more tired

➤ “do you hate when i compliment you, leo?” you asked one day when he didn’t respond to your kind comment on his hair. he frowned. “my name isn’t leo.”

➤ you shrugged. “i know, but—“ “wolf.” “huh?” “my name is wolf.”

➤ from that day on, wolf was less drained by your energy. he was still apathetic and didn’t smile much, but you could tell you were growing on him

➤ weeks pass of this—you greeting wolf, wolf giving you little looks and one worded responses—but you didn’t mind

➤ and then. valentine’s day

➤ since you didn’t know if wolf had a special someone in his life, you decided to avoid him at school. your plan was to go home without bothering him and ask him how his day was on the 15th, but you suddenly spotted a head of purple hair and froze

➤ wolf was standing on the walking path, the place you usually run into him, with a couple flowers in his hands and pink on his cheeks

➤ “oh? what’s this?”

➤ he looked at you like you’re dumb. “flowers.” “i can see that, but why are you here with them? don’t you have someone special to give them to today?” “…?”

➤ wordlessly, wolf held the little bouquet out for you to take, and it was your turn to go “..?”

➤ “they’re for you.” “oh.” “because i like you.” “oh!” “and i want to hang out with you.” “okay!”

➤ though he grumbled about it the whole way, you convinced wolf to walk you home so you could talk his ear off about your day and make future plans for your date

➤ too focused on the road ahead, you completely missed the way wolf’s lip curled up a bit at the word “date” <3

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Good Luck, Babe! (8)- You'd Have To Stop The World

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Inspired by the song 'Good Luck, Babe!' by Chappell Roan

Summary: Returning to Westview after twelve years away causes you to look back on your secret love affair with Wanda, to remember the intimate moments you shared together before her refusal to accept her true self drove the two of you apart, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your broken heart alone.

What happens when you reunite with the woman you've been trying so hard to forget, forced to watch her suffer in an unhappy marriage that was slowly drowning her, still too scared to confront her true feelings?

Chapter 8- 8.6k Words

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A/N: Hey… So it’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry! Life has been super hectic these last few months and my mental health has been all over the place (which I have finally got a therapist to help me with!) So between two jobs, being in full time education and being depressed, it’s been pretty hard to consistently write or stay motivated but I’m sorta back? Only very briefly as it’s the holidays and my exams once again start again at the end of January and don’t finish pretty much till June. My plan for this fic is that this is the official final chapter of the story but I’m planning a sort of epilogue/extra chapter that I’ll add more info about in the end notes. Once again, I’m so sorry for leaving you all on a cliff-hanger (that was pretty evil of me)

But hopefully this makes it up to you <3 I love you all!

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An empty feeling consumed your chest with every heavy step you took to the avenue your house was on, your hand gripping the dog lead harder than necessary as your eyes inevitably spotted the familiar red car that had pulled up into the drive next to yours, a gnawing feeling picking away at your mind. It had been just over a couple agonising weeks since the…incident with Wanda, a little while since you felt your heart crack once more, crumbling into hundreds of pieces that you felt would never be able to be put back together again, the constant replaying of the event in your mind further ensuring you wouldn’t heal from the memory. The agony that expressed itself in her choked sobs and broken, tearful gaze haunted you, it wedged an unfathomable ache in your soul that seemed unescapable, everything seeming to remind you of the woman you so desperately needed to remove from your thoughts.

You sighed in an irritated manner as you sensed where your thoughts were heading as you approached yours, and consequently, Wanda’s house, your head shaking subtly to try and rid you of the sight of her green gazing into yours, every swirl of her enticing green losing that glimmer of happiness you adored so much as you murmured the words ‘I can’t’. It was draining, constantly being reminded of how your love was never meant to be, how things would never end up like the stories you’d dream of, willing the characters who were clearly destined to be together to push past that final barrier that was blocking their happiness, you just wanted it to stop. You needed it to stop.

Before you could drift further down that detrimental path, the sound of two energetic boys calling your name gripped your attention, a smile genuinely gracing your lips at their emphatic tones, their contagious smiles and laughter meeting your ears as you passed the bottom of their drive. You avoided looking further up the path as they approached you, not wanting to feel another wave of conflict course through you, your gaze staying focussed on the way Billy instantly ran towards Lucky, deciding he wanted to say hi to the bundle of fluff he loved so much.

“Y/n!” Tommy called excitedly, his tone hopeful as he continued, his little form standing in front of you, looking up at you with a cheerful and innocent smile, his enthusiasm to speak to you causing the corner of your lips to tug that little bit wider. “Can we please come over to play today?” He pleaded, eager to come over and show you how he had improved his kickups, now able to do fifteen in a row, as it had been a while since you allowed them over, not wanting to endure the unnecessary contact with Wanda.

At his hopeful and bright tone, you felt your heart melt at his and his brother’s actions, Billy fussing over Lucky who sat by him, the dog growing extremely fond of the brown haired boy as he enjoyed his company when they’d come over. It was natural for the two of them to occupy each other, Billy’s hand running through golden fur as he would read a comic whilst Tommy and yourself caused chaos, a small tug pulling on the strings of your heart as you didn’t want to deny the twins of the fun they had in your garden, but a harsher, more prominent tug reminded you of their mother, feeling her intense green gaze at you.

To say things were tense between you would be an understatement, Wanda’s entire being longing for you, to talk to you and try and clear things up, express the emotions she had spent years burying as she couldn’t physically hold it in any longer, but it was clear you didn’t want to even try, deciding the only way you were going to be able to move on was by leaving the other woman behind. You needed to move on, to forget the way she sparked joy into your life and in doing so, you reluctantly ignored her, deciding that it would somehow be easier for you to simply avoid her than face her and your thoughts once more.

Without even looking up, you could tell she had that pleading glint in her eyes, hoping you’d spare her even a mere glance as you crouched to the boy’s level, letting your hand ruffle Tommy’s hair in that teasing and playful manner that always made him giggle, an apologetic smile gracing your features.

“I’m sorry but I’ve got more boring adult stuff to do tonight,” you murmur softly, your face signalling your sorrow for disappointing them as you witness the excitement slowly crumble away from the twins, Tommy’s shoulders slumping a little.

“But you had that last week,” he argued, your gaze drifting to Billy who was smiling down at Lucky, the dog tilting its head back to stare up at the boy with his tongue sticking out, the golden retriever’s usual goofy manner making him laugh.

“I know, I’m sorry,” your tone comforting as you fix his hair briefly after messing it up. “Blame my boss for giving me homework,” you tease, the boy’s eyes almost widening in fear at the idea of still being given homework in adulthood, amusing you briefly before you continue, wanting to cheer them both up a little. “I promise you can come over soon, I miss beating you at football,” you playfully murmur, pushing his shoulder teasingly as a glint of determination appears in Tommy’s eyes, a small laugh escaping Billy as he knew you always somehow lost the football matches, potentially due to letting the smaller boys win but not telling them that. “Now go on to your parents, I’ve got to go and be an adult now,” you joked, as you stood back up, making a show of getting up, pretending as though you were that old it hurt your knees and back, further amusing them and bringing smiles back onto their faces.

“Bye Lucky,” Billy said with more enthusiasm before muttering a short goodbye to you, making you shake your head playfully as it was clear how much more he loved the dog than you, something you could understand as Lucky was such a good companion.

Your eyes followed the way Tommy ran after his brother after saying bye to you, something you regretted almost instantly as you saw Wanda greet them, her hand cradling each of their heads in a motherly manner before letting them run off inside, her head turning to look at you, as though she felt your eyes on her.

The brief eye contact made you freeze momentarily, conflicted at how to feel as the world around you seemed to fade away, the only things you were able to focus on being the way your heart started to pound in your chest and her intense green seeming to grip your attention. Staring into her gaze that held a glint of pain but also hope made you wonder whether Wanda felt this immense guilt you did when she avoided you when you first came back, your heart feeling as though it was being split into two. Despite everything, you wanted to comfort her, no matter what could happen between you both you always longed to protect and care for her and it always hurt, especially as you knew you were the reason she was hurting now, the situation between you two forever resembling two stars that never wanted to align. On the other hand, you knew you didn’t have it in you to soothe her pain, deciding to try and savour the last remnants of your heart, finding it would somehow be easier to push her away than deal with the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overpower you.

“Y/n please can we-” Wanda tried, desperation clearly lacing her tone as she took a pleading step forwards, wanting to, needing to talk to you, to try and clear the air and help navigate the feelings that were slowly suffocating her, trapping her in a place of despair.

Before she could finish her sentence, you sighed, shoulders slumping visibly for her to see, her brows drawing together as a pained expression took over her face as you stayed silent, merely offering her one last apologetic and equally broken look before turning away, walking towards your house and leaving her alone once more, a prominent ache forming in her chest.

“Please,” she whispered more to herself as you hesitated by your door, lowering your head whilst you paused before twisting your key in the lock, shutting yourself away from the other woman as her boys called for her, a despondent feeling consuming her whilst she had to force a smile to her lips, trying to put the mask back on for her family.

***

The sound of distant chatter met Wanda’s ears as she manoeuvred around the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner for everyone whilst her mind wandered elsewhere, inevitably drifting to thoughts involving you.

It was maddening to the other woman, the way you managed to consume her thoughts so regularly, how it seemed the world would have to stop for the longing in her heart for you to diminish, every fibre in her being longing for you, your presence, your laughter, simply��you. You were the only thing that made her feel as though she was alive, that there was a purpose as to why her heart was beating in her chest, fluttering and melting at your actions. She hated how so many years had to pass for her to realise that she should never have tried to deny her feelings for you, to stop the love that wanted to bloom in her chest as she would gaze at you in your truck, a genuine look of happiness etched onto her features as she got lost in the moment, unbothered by the rest of the world and what she thought she had to be. She just wanted to be herself and in your presence was the only place she ever felt like she was safe enough. Even when you sat with her on your sofa that devastating night she felt safe, she felt more passion and affection in those sparing moments than over the years without you, an emptiness that brewed inside her craving your care to reminded her of how colourful life could be, like it was when you were both young, naïve and free adults with only one thought in your minds, each other.

It was apparent things would never change as you still consumed each other's thoughts, the love being replaced by haunting memories however, Wanda’s lips trembling slightly as she tried to get a grip on the emotions threatening to drown her, to force her into a spiral she didn’t want to experience. The years of pretending, lying to and berating herself fuelled her pain as she desperately tried to not let those thoughts control her once again, unable to survive in that mindset any longer, just wanting to accept that she was still normal, even if her heart wanted someone different, someone that she was told was wrong and corrupt. She wasn’t a freak, she wasn’t, she was just a victim of love was what Wanda repeated in her head, only reminding her of more confusing thoughts swarming around her head.

She loved you, she could finally say it to herself, but it was clear it wouldn’t matter as you avoided her, reluctant to cause any more pain as your feelings seemed to pass by each other at the wrong time, never quite clicking. It caused a different kind of hollow emptiness to settle in her chest, her mind dragging her down a painful trail of thoughts as she replayed that night in her mind, clinging onto anything that could offer some sort of relief to the agonising pain digging into her heart.

Cruelly, her thoughts remember the feeling of your delicate touch burning into her skin as you cupped her cheek, offering some sort of comfort to her after rejection and heartache flooded through her, gripping her heart in a manner that stripped her breath away, scared at the overwhelming feeling of pain. She could almost feel the lump that had formed in her throat, the way her lips trembled, tears spilling from her eyes as she sank into your body, desperately trying to relish in your comfort but succumbing to the agony that ripped through her chest, her soul.

The memory made her want to break down into tears once again, to let the avalanche of anxiety crash through her, knocking her over every time she managed to try and get back up but a small glimmer of hope floated through her mind, offering her a life line to cling onto.

She vividly remembers the way both of you leaned in, that intoxicating look in your eyes as you let your gaze drift to her lips, a longing look evident in them which only made it even more confusing for Wanda. She could see it in you, she was sure of it, you still loved her even after anything, it was something that tormented you forever as you said, confessing to her that you ‘had always been’ in love with her. You wanted it to work, even now. Why couldn’t things just work out? She was ready to tell you everything, to accept who she was but it wouldn’t matter, even if it was clear both of you felt the same way, your souls drawn together, it never seemed right.

Why couldn’t she just accept herself sooner? Why didn’t she realise loving you was worth any risk? Why was everything so confusing? She just wants to be able to think straight.

“Mom?” Tommy called suddenly, snapping Wanda out of her thoughts as she lifted her hand to wipe the stray tear that had spilt down her cheek, using all her courage to force a smile onto her face for the boys to see as they trudged into the kitchen, bored expressions on their faces. “Can you come and play with us please? Dad said he had a work call to take again,” he grumbles as both Billy and Tommy slump onto the stools by the kitchen island, their heads in their hands as they stare at the back of their mother, oblivious to the conflict swarming around her head.

At his words, anger seeped into Wanda’s mind as she let out a sigh, not wanting even more emotions to rage in her head at her husband's incompetence and inability to actually be a father for once, more memories from that night and the past few days filling her mind. After that argument that left her crying outside, Wanda had finally reached her tipping point, her heart unable to take anymore misery from the man, to waste any more years of her life pretending that she loved him, that she even cared for him. There was nothing left to savour between them and the last few days had only cemented the idea in her head to leave, to try and find someone else that would love her or show her some sort of affection, someone like you- No, not you, you were making that clear.

“I’m sorry but I’m a little busy Dorogoy, I’m trying to make Paprikash for dinner,” Wanda softly replies, making sure neither of the boys could sense the irritation that had brewed in her, their faces brightening at the mention of one of their favourite dishes though. Turning around to face them, she saw the disappointment briefly in their eyes from the usual dismissal from Vision, her heart clenching a little as they desperately wanted to play with someone, some joy filling them at the idea of food though, an idea entering Wanda’s mind. “Do you two want to help me make it?” She asked them, a gentle and motherly smile gracing her lips as they nodded eagerly, excited to try something new as they jumped off the seats to stand by her side, love blooming in her chest. Despite her negative feelings towards their father, the one thing she’d forever be grateful to him about was the two boys they brought into the world, her hands going to Billy’s shoulders as she instructed him on what to do, Tommy waiting to be told his job, both of them bickering on who was sous chef number one and who was sous chef number two.

Their playful chatter quickly filled the room, drowning Wanda’s incessant thoughts out of her mind as she supervised and made most of the dinner, letting the boys do simple tasks such as washing the vegetables and eventually trusting them to chop them, keeping her eyes on Tommy specifically though as he easily got distracted, the older woman not wanting him to accidentally hurt himself. It was almost as though all the emotions that were weighing her down were about to be forgotten, her boy’s making things more bearable, reminding her to enjoy the moment with them whilst a genuine smile stretched across her lips as the twins glanced up at her with a sheepish look, having knocked something off the countertop. Flour sprinkled across the floor at their mistake, simply earning a raised eyebrow from Wanda, their mother not even needing words to tell the twins it was their responsibility to clean the mess up when the sound of Vision’s laughter started echoing through to the kitchen, bringing a frown to Wanda’s face as well as the twins, the two of them looking up at her expectantly.

“Keep your eyes on the timer for me please,” she murmurs to the boys who had started to grab something to clean the floor with, their faces pulling into a brief confused look, “Shout me when there’s two minutes left, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Once the two of them nodded, she made her way into the living room to find their father, a sudden blinding rage consuming at the sight of him laid back in the armchair chatting on his phone, his smile wide as he chuckled to the person on the other end of the call, seemingly unaware of how selfish his actions were.

“God Tony, you should have seen the way Banner’s face dropped when I told him he inputted the numbers wrong,” Vision huffed out, amused at what had happened at work, his blue eyes flickering over at the movement in the corner of his eyes, drifting up Wanda’s body before meeting her green and the unimpressed and irritated look in them, a sigh escaping him which only amplified the annoyance building in her. “I’ll call you back Tony,” he muttered, having enough decency to end his conversation after meeting the look in his wife’s eyes.

“How was your work call?” Wanda coldly asked, her arms crossing over her chest as her head tilted slightly, looking down on the man who simply moved his hand to his temple, contemplating his answers as he let out a huff.

“Wanda, I’ve had a long week let’s not-” He tries, as he always does, but Wanda refuses to accept his blatant excuses, cutting him off.

“You have a ‘long week’ every week,” she dismisses, unbothered if she came across as careless or inconsiderate as she had finally had enough of his bullshit, needing to call him out and let it sit with him. “The boys were so excited to actually spend some time with you earlier, to play with their father but let me guess, talking to Tony and others was more important to you?” She states rather bluntly, his fingers moving to the bridge of his nose as he reluctantly listens to her. “Do you have any idea how much it upsets them?” Wanda asks, this time with a softer tone, trying to express the sadness it causes in their children at his constant false promises.

“Does it upset them? Or are they just upset that they haven’t gone over to Y/n’s house instead?” He questions, taking Wanda aback at the mention of you, all the thoughts from earlier flooding through her mind along with a new trail of thoughts at the annoyance in his tone. “Why can’t they just go over to her house? It’s better for everyone, they can have fun with her and I can have some quiet for once,” he mutters, earning a scoff from Wanda, her head shaking as she bites on her tongue, not wanting to start a screaming match with him tonight.

How did it ever come to this?

Before she can say a snarky remark or a bitter comment, they both hear Billy come into the living room to find Wanda, a confused and worried look appearing in his eyes making Wanda’s heart clench, her body instantly moving to comfort the boy, giving him a reassuring look before ushering him back into the kitchen, turning back to face her husband one last time, letting her thoughts clear before saying one last thing to him.

“Don’t be surprised at what happens next,” is all she says, defeated as she stares at him, trying to remember how part of her did love him at one point, only briefly as her heart only ever truly belonged to you before she turns away from him, making her way towards where her boys were, fingers finding her phone in her pocket, needing to search through her contacts for an old friend, ready to make her decision final.

It was over between them.

***

Grabbing the essentials for Lucky, you tossed the bag full of the necessities into the back of your truck, chuckling under your breath at the sight of the bundle of fluff sitting next to your feet, eager to come with you on your small journey as his tail wagged, tongue comically hanging out of his mouth.

The sun made his golden fur appear all the more angelic and adorable as you whistled for him to jump into the front seat of the vehicle, the window rolled down all the way as you quickly ran back up to check the front door was securely locked, ready to drive over to the lake to clear your mind from the thoughts that had been gnawing away at you over the last few days specifically.

You were just about to climb into the driver’s seat when you heard your name called by a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, a baffled look appearing on your face as you turned around to face the female voice, recognition appearing on your face along with confusion.

“Jen?” You eventually managed out as you stood by your car in a puzzled manner, a sense of happiness filling you at seeing an old friend from school, remembering all the crazy and entertaining science lessons the two of you shared next to each other, briefly remembering the way you nearly set part of the science lab on fire accidentally. It was still her fault in your opinion, but you weren't going to bring that up now after so many years.

“Y/n? Oh my god it really is you,” Jennifer Walter chuckled out as she approached you, walking over from Wanda’s house which you immediately noticed, not mentioning it though as you decided it wasn’t your business, despite how much it intrigued you.

“Yeah, wow it’s been a long time,” you sigh out, a little unsure of what to say as it was so surprising to see her, “What are you doing here? Wait, no, sorry, how are you first?” Your politeness earnt a smile in response as you leaned against your truck to talk to her casually, Lucky moving over to the driver’s seat and poking his head out near yours, further amusing you both.

“Good, I’ve just finished talking to Wanda about a…work thing,” she started, piquing your interest as you acted as though the words didn’t affect you that much, “So I’m currently back on business.” You nodded along to her words, listening attentively, “I need to go and check in to the hotel now though so is there any chance we could meet up another time and catch up?” Her tone was a little flustered as she looked at her watch, realising the time making you chuckle as she always seemed to be so busy, a look of concentration etched onto her face as she worked out her timings for her plans, running a little behind.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely, you still have my number right? Just message me and we’ll sort something out,” you reply, watching as she smiles gratefully at you, taking a step back as she needed to be leaving, having a work call to take at her hotel.

“Perfect! It was really nice to see you again,” She rushes out before ushering a quick goodbye at the sight of her taxi pulling up, your hand raising to wave her goodbye as you turn to get into your truck, now ready to leave to venture to the lake. Before you left though, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander over to the Maximoff house, trying to wrack your brain as to what career Jennifer would likely have gone into and figure out what they were doing, a strange, undecipherable feeling wrapping around your heart tightly. Shaking your head slightly, you tried to rid the thoughts from your mind, deciding you needed to stop thinking about her to move on, your mind focussing on reversing out of the drive and the adorable look on Lucky’s face.

***

The gentle sound of paws on the wooden surface of the dock caught your attention as you stared ahead at the vast stretch of water, the way the soft blue from the sky reflected delicately in each ripple of the lake, the gentle hues of green from surrounding bushes also adding to the picturesque setting you relaxed in, Lucky joining your side. Water dripped from his darkened fur, the golden tufts on his chin soaking wet as he held the tennis ball in his mouth next to you, tail wagging with enthusiasm as he impatiently waited for you to throw it again, his calm but also joyful demeanour always comforting to you.

With a smile on your face, you pushed yourself up onto your feet to throw the ball properly for the dog, taking the soaking ball and using all your strength to toss it as far into the lake as you could, watching as he leapt off the dock and splashed into the water, paddling over to chase the desired item.

Flopping back down onto the wood, you let your eyes flutter shut, trying to listen to the peaceful atmosphere and the world of nature around you, birds occasionally chirping, the splashing from Lucky, and the wind gently rustling the bushes around you to distract your thoughts but it was inevitable that enticing green would consume your mind.

Everything simply hurt. You felt broken once again, your heart felt as though it was bleeding anguish into your veins with everything you did, every choice you made as it never seemed to be the right one, it always ended up in pain and suffering that somehow seemed to have layers, finding new ways to torment you.

There was the initial pain from that night which plagued your mind, an incomprehensible amount of guilt flooding through you for destroying you both in ways you couldn’t describe, for being scared. You tried to justify your reasons, to convince yourself that you were protecting yourself for once, for trying to do something that would help you rather than others as you never seemed to care enough about yourself, a flaw that always came back to terrorise you. You were tired of always being the fool, the one who always ended up being broken or knocked down, so you tried to spare yourself the misery but it seemed that no matter what you would end up suffering, life forever playing a cruel joke on you.

You hated how pain also bloomed slowly, like a rose unfolding its petals, taking over your consciousness one thorn at a time as other agonising thoughts pestered you, making you question everything. You resented the guilt for hurting her, for supposedly being there to comfort her and making things worse, for avoiding her and leaving her to imagine the worst like you did when you returned. You loathed how yet, after everything, you still had hope for something, anything with her.

An annoyed sigh spilt from your lips as your hands moved to your eyes, anxiety trickling down your spine at your stupidity as your thoughts wandered down the wrong path, unable to stop yourself. That was your issue when it involved Wanda, no matter what you couldn’t stop your love for her, it was inescapable, you couldn’t get away from the memory of you both leaning in, her eyes conveying something different, something more. It was a look you had wanted to see every time she was with you, every time you spent intimately together in your truck, on this very dock, in the lake swimming with each other and pulling one another closer, it was all you ever wanted, to be looked at with love, and you threw it all away because your heart was too weak.

No, you didn’t throw anything away, there was nothing there. You had to believe this, believe that there was no chance of anything as you couldn’t carry on living like this, tortured by love for eternity. You were wrong, you had to be, you had to move on, that’s why you pulled back. It was the right thing to do, even if it hurt her, the two of you had to stop whatever this was between you, you had to let go.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you desperately tried to build the courage up once again to let her go, to spend the time restitching your heart together at the gaping wound that would be left there, but you struggled to do so, drained from all the conflicting and confusing thoughts that had gnawed away at your sanity already.

Why couldn’t it just stop?

Almost on cue to save you from your inner turmoil, Lucky reappeared at your side with the tennis ball, the item plopping to the wood and rolling towards you as the dog panted, almost smiling at you and oblivious to how much comfort he provided you with, your fingers threading through his wet fur. You were just about to murmur something to the dog playfully, a weak smile growing on your lips as your thoughts still pressed heavily on your mind, when a sudden bark left his lips, his head snapping over to the side, causing your eyes to follow his alert gaze.

Nerves instantly consumed your body at the sight of a familiar figure at the end of the path, Wanda’s face twisting into shock and confusion whilst her body halted, a tension immediately filling the air as you both held the gaze, unsure of what to do.

Wanda had only come here to clear her mind after speaking to Jennifer regarding her situation with Vision, usually coming up to the Lake to either remember the happy memories that filled her mind and warmed her heart of your time together or to simply lose herself in the tranquillity of nature, not wanting to think. She didn’t expect to see you or that conflicted look engraved on her face that pulled on the strings of her heart, her face softening as neither of you wanted to make the first move.

When it became too much, your eyes getting lost in the swirls of green you’d forever remember, you turned your head away rather abruptly to break the gaze, moving your hand to cover your face for a moment, desperately trying to gather yourself together.

What was she doing here? You couldn’t take it. You didn’t want to end up getting hurt again, to feel your heart break anymore. You wouldn’t survive. You needed to get out of there.

Pushing yourself to your feet a little unsteadily, your fingers twitched subconsciously by your side as you felt anxiety and panic clawing its way up your throat in a manner you hated, your mind filling with claustrophobic thoughts as you called for Lucky to follow you, wanting to escape. You felt vulnerable under her gaze like this, something you struggled with as this was why you constantly cared for others more than yourself, you couldn’t face your own feelings, you couldn’t face reality and truly let the sorrows of your life sink in, pulling you under.

At the distress on your face, Wanda wanted to comfort you, to pull you into her arms and let the warmth of your connection settle you both but she knew that wasn’t the right thing to do, her own heart splitting into two as she couldn’t decide what to do. This was her chance, her chance to tell you everything, to confess, but the look on your face implied that you couldn’t handle it, your body gradually getting closer to hers, to pass her by, to leave her alone again. It was in the brief eye contact that you made as you somehow managed to keep moving without breaking down that Wanda saw a glint of something in your eyes, dread consuming her at the broken expression on your face as you looked at her, conveying without words that this would be the last time you saw her. It flooded memories of the day you left her the first time, that same glimmer appearing in your eyes making Wanda react, her hand reaching out for yours, not quite letting you let go just yet.

“Y/n wait, please,” she pleaded, desperation dripping from her shaky tone, the feeling of her finger tips wrapping around your arm sending sparks through your body, almost making you gasp at the intensity of it. “Please can we talk?” She tries, but all you can do is stare at where she holds you, another memory flooding your mind.

“Wanda wait,” you rush out as the other woman walks towards the end of the dock, ready to get into your truck for you to take her home, the stars shining bright above you both, the moon reflecting off the lake. The two of you had spent all day together, getting lost in the moment, unable to stop laughing and feel that gentle warmth envelope your chest in that tender manner every time you locked eyes, a nervousness building in you for the whole day as you planned to confess everything to her. 

Your hand reached out to hers, gently grasping her wrist, halting her and encouraging her to turn around to face you, her green filled with confusion but also curiosity, her smile casual and affectionate as you search for words.

“I…You make me feel…um,” you stammer out, unsure of how to phrase it as the countless scenarios that played in your head started to merge together, causing you to feel lost as you tried to navigate your heart, gazing into her eyes and letting her soothe you, taking a deep breath. Her brows furrow at your words, the gentle glow of the moon illuminating her features, giving her this angelic and radiant look as you lost yourself in her beauty, awestruck by her and unable to form any words. Instead of stumbling over your words again, you try a different approach, slowly moving your hand up to her face to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, a blush forming on her cheeks as she hesitates, your movements slowing as you gauge her reaction.

When she doesn’t pull away or give you any indication to stop, you step closer to her, giving her all the time she needed to tell you to stop, to not cross that line but she doesn’t, letting you lean in closer to her till your lips ghost one another, needing that last little bit of encouragement to kiss her for the first time.

If only you had known that kiss meant something different to her.

“I can’t,” is all you can croak out, voice raw with emotion and it shocked Wanda to see you so vulnerable, usually able to be the more composed one out of the two of you, signalling to her how heartbroken you truly were, her green expressing the guilt and regret filling her for being part of your pain. “It’s just going to hurt me, I-I can’t take it anymore,” you continue, regrettably meeting her gaze and conveying all of your emotions in a single look, almost stealing Wanda’s breath away at the intensity of it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, voice delicate but wavering at the emotions flooding through her, her mouth opening and closing as she hesitates, trying to read your expression as you simply gaze at her. “I don’t,” she reiterates, trying to reassure you as you pull your hand away from her, teetering on the edge of making the decision to walk away, to leave her in the past for good. “I just…” she starts, trailing off as she lets her gaze flicker down to how your feet shuffle slightly, seeming to want to move, prompting her to confess, needing to tell you at least once, even if it was too late. “I love you.”

The world around you faded away instantly at her words, leaving you to focus solely on her, the way hope but also desperation filled her features, an anxious look glimmering in them as she waited to you react but you couldn’t, you just froze to the spot, unable to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that crashed through you, clouding your judgement.

You were supposed to be walking away from her, letting her go and moving on. You were supposed to be accepting that it was over, not letting yourself cling onto false hope, to let yourself believe again. It hadn’t ended well before, who’s to say it would work this time? Yet you still couldn’t will yourself to leave, unable to resist her as you had craved to hear those words spill from her lips for most of your life, the words replaying in your mind like a drug.

“I love you, I always have,” Wanda continues, sensing your confliction as you still, eyes flickering away from her momentarily before back to her green, looking for the honesty and sincerity lacing each delicate swirl you fell for in the first place, “I’m sorry it took me so long to say. I…I was just scared to say it, to admit it to myself that I was but I can’t keep pretending that you don’t mean everything to me. It’s always been you, I’m sorry for never seeing that.”

At her confession, you think your heart has actually physically split into two, a broken sigh escaping you as the overwhelming feelings crash down on you like a tidal wave, sweeping you under and submerging you into despair and desperation, confused about everything that was happening inside your chest and head.

Love and happiness consumed part of you, wrapping tenderly around your heart that pounded in your chest, trying to soothe you as the words gradually settled in your mind, sinking in and amplifying the hope that was building within you at every second that passed by. Your eyes held her nervous gaze, meeting the honesty, care and affection that overflowed from her green, desperately trying to convey every single ounce of love she had for you, a love that defies descriptions at how intense it was. She loved you, it was something you had waited over a decade to hear, to ring around in your head as relief tried to bloom through you, to console you and help a smile stretch across your lips but a shadow of fear crept over your mind, clouding your judgement momentarily.

Doubts picked away at every single thought you had, over analysing her words as fear ran down your spine uncomfortably, briefly appearing in your eyes making the other woman’s brows furrow, confused as to how hope swiftly diminished in your gaze, turning to something more haunting. How did you know she was telling the truth? That she wouldn’t run away as soon as those thoughts came back to terrorise her, to destroy her. You didn’t want to be something disposable again, you wanted to be the person she came home to, the person who made her feel as though the world would fade away whilst you were together, to make happiness flood through with merely a glance, you wanted to be her lover.

At your silence, dread starts to amplify the uneasy feeling in Wanda as she pressingly tries to figure out your thoughts, to untangle the onslaught of emotions flashing across your features.

“Please say something,” she begs, the fear in her voice evident as she desperately hopes that you would say something, anything to her. She didn’t care if you screamed at her, broke her heart again and confirmed that she was too late, she just wanted something, the lack of response somehow worse than anything else.

“How…How do I know you aren’t going to change your mind?” Eventually, the words leave your lips, tone hesitant and broken as you want her to answer you honestly, needing her response to help you make your final decision of whether you were going to leave. You were giving her one last chance, unable to deny her as always.

“I won’t,” she replies without hesitation, getting her determination and point across as she reaches her hand out for yours subconsciously, wanting to assure you she meant everything she was saying, the words coming from the deepest parts of her. “I’m never going to make that mistake again,” she continues, searching your gaze as you listen attentively. “I’m.. I’m divorcing Vision,” she sighs out, your eyes widening momentarily, the words filling you with a sudden hope, part of you actually believing that this could be the moment where you finally click, your feelings not clashing but finally becoming in tune with one another. “I never wanted to be with him, I just thought it’s what I had to do, what everyone wanted from me,” she whispers out, finally getting it off her chest, causing your features to soften as you knew how far her internalised homophobia festered, so hearing her actually say the words ignited something in you, the fear dissipating from your veins. She’d finally admitted it.

“Do you remember Jennifer Walter?” She asks, wanting to give you proof that her decision was made, that she wasn’t going to turn her back on you anymore. At her words, your brows instantly furrow, confused as to why she had named your old friend, letting her continue as you manage to nod in response, “She’s a lawyer now, she’s helping me get the divorce started,” the words making the earlier meeting with Jennifer make sense, realisation etched onto your features as green continue to gaze at you, one of her hands sliding into yours, the touch electric as both of you seem to instantly relax a little at the contact, warmth spreading through your hands.

“That’s why she was at your house,” you murmur out to simply voice your thoughts, the pads of your fingers brushing one another tenderly, the feeling natural despite how long it had been, your gaze flickering down to the sight, savouring the peace it brought you before lifting your gaze back up to see her nod her head. The confirmation seems to trigger something in you, the fact she was actually changing, actively trying to become the person she had always wanted to be, brewed something deep inside you, easing your nerves slightly which was mirrored in the way you searched her green. The fact you don’t reject her touches gives Wanda hope along with the glint in your eyes, the nerves seeming to settle as an intimate atmosphere wraps around the two of you like an embrace, twelve years of longing expressed in simple looks.

“I know I don’t deserve it but please give me one last chance,” she pleads, your fingers interlocking, mirroring how your souls seemed to entwine, a small sigh leaving you after, despite all the thoughts begging you to leave, you knew you were still going to follow your heart. It always belonged to her. “I want to try properly this time, I want to make this work. I want us to work,” she murmurs and you can feel yourself being freed from most of your insecurities and the fear holding you back, a soft smile gradually stretching across your lips as relief consumes you entirely.

“Promise me you wont hurt me again,” you whisper softly, lifting your free hand to cup her cheek, her eyes glossing over in consolation as she melts into your touch, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

“I promise, I never wanted to hurt you, I just… It took me too long to realise you were all I ever wanted, the only person I wanted to love,” Wanda confesses, cherishing the way your hand feels against her skin, the sheer amount of comfort it provided to you both, the warmth that flooded through you both at the electric touch, the fact that such a simple action could arise such emotions stirring something in her. This was all she ever wanted, to feel loved, to feel loved by you again. “I want to make up for everything, to love you the way I've always dreamed of loving you. Please tell me I’m not too late.”

“You certainly took your time,” you whispered in a slight tease, attempting to ease the moment as it was emotionally intense, a small chuckle escaping her, making you remember how much you had missed that noise as it blessed your ears, your finger delicately brushing over her red tinted cheek, admiring the woman. “My heart has always been yours Wanda, I’ve never stopped loving you,” you confess in an intimate murmur, a sudden happiness enveloping you as you smile at her, realising that finally you had both confessed your feelings, the yearning you had both endured building up for this exact moment, clouding your mind with the thought of her.

Your eyes flickered down to her lips, her eyes mimicking the action and gazing longingly at yours, the feeling of your fingers caressing her skin intoxicating, the way your gaze flicker up to have one last intimate gaze addictive, you couldn’t get enough of each other. Without even realising it, the two of you leaned in closer, your head tilting marginally as your lips ghost hers, ready to slot over them and let years of passion consume you both, memories of the many kisses you had shared filtering through your mind as you try to savour the moment.

Inevitably, your lips met into a tender, loving and passionate kiss, the action saying more than a thousand words but most importantly the three that mattered- I love you. It was breath taking, the intimacy of the kiss as your lips pressed against once another, igniting sparks within each other as the melody of your love played a song of tenderness and affection in your hearts, letting peace wash over you both. It was a kiss that felt like more than simply mending your broken bond, an embrace that healed and reconciled the two of you, it was the start of something new, something to base a new relationship off and cherish as you looked to the future, wanting to tackle it together.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered against your lips at the two of you parted, foreheads leaning against each other as you felt her gentle breaths tickle your face, your eyes fluttered shut as you took in everything you could about the moment, her hand in yours, body pressed against you, lips brushing yours as she uttered the words that filled your mind.

“Say it again,” you sigh out, wanting to and needing to hear her say it again, and again, and again as you were addicted to the sound of those words spilling from her lips, almost as much as you were intoxicated by the way her lips perfectly met yours.

“I. Love. You,” she punctuated every word with a kiss that somehow was filled with more care, more affection as she continued to pour everything she felt towards you into the intimate moment, drowning you both in happiness as your souls intertwined, your bodied forever pulled to one another. “It’s always been you, only you,” Wanda murmurs as you both pull back once more, your eyes gently fluttering open to meet her enticing gaze, the shades of green almost making you fall for her all over again.

Smiles tugged at both of your lips as you lost yourselves in each other, your features softening before you press a kiss to her forehead, letting everything finally sink in your mind whilst you embraced like lovers.

You knew that your love wasn’t easy, it hadn't been so far and there were bound to be times when it was rough again, but it was a battle you were ready to fight for, even if it was against the world. Distance, time and the fears you both shared had already halted your story together but you fought bravely, tirelessly for it because you knew that your love was worth every struggle.

It always would be.

She always would be.

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I want to apologise once more for the delay in getting this chapter out but I hope it was worth it as they finally got their happy ending <3 

I hope you have enjoyed their story as much as I have and I really hope this ending was alright for everyone as I really struggled with it (both planning and writing)

I want to thank you all for your support on this fic and my others as I can’t express how much you all mean to me, especially this year as it has personally been so difficult for me. I will forever be grateful to you all and I hope you know it!

This is sadly the end of the official story but my plan is to write an epilogue style final chapter which would involve smut (as I know that’s what most people want) but it’s up to you guys on which you’d rather it be!

1- A smut chapter of their first time after getting back together.

2- A smut chapter a few months after Wanda has finally divorced Vision and the Reader and Wanda both live together now (I’ll send the twins to Pietro’s don’t worry)

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3

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𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚

Aries Moon

For my Aries Moons in February, it seems there will be a lot of temptation and things trying to pull you back into the essence you’re attempting to leave behind. You’re trying to move past the toxic energy and avoid feeling trapped in situations that no longer serve you. However, it looks like that temptation is resurfacing, rehashing itself, and coming up again. I sense that there will be a major shake-up in February that brings up this toxic energy you want to break free from. You’ll need to confront it and deal with it, which may cause disruption—arguments, breakdowns in relationships, or even a breakdown in what you thought was a positive period in your life. Although this will have a significant impact, I don’t see it taking over your entire month. It’s going to happen in an intense way, bringing a lot of toxicity and conflict into play.

This situation is related to something that has been lingering for a while, something that hasn’t fully ended. Perhaps it’s been swept under the rug or there have been moments where it seemed to get better, but it hasn’t truly been released. It’s an old attachment, something stale that reemerges, causing chaos, shaking up the balance and equilibrium in your life. Despite the disruption, this shake-up will actually propel you toward wanting to make a change. Though it may feel like you’re defeated, angry, or out of control while it’s unfolding, I see you picking yourself up from this. This energy will pass, and although it will be a major part of your month, the aftermath will help you regain a sense of control and stability in your life. February holds a sense of unpredictability, with themes of shocking and surprising events, but there’s a positive side to this unpredictability. It can bring a refreshing, rejuvenating energy—an opportunity for a fresh start, a new path. This disruption could lead you to take a leap of faith, risk something new, or step outside your comfort zone to create positive change.

I also see that you’ll likely experience some financial blessings in February, perhaps unexpected support or material assistance from someone. You may feel supported by someone who comes through for you in a way you didn’t expect. There might even be financial opportunities that give you the confidence to take risks, such as traveling to escape the negative energy and recalibrate your life.

Taurus Moon

For my Taurus Moons in February, the energy seems mixed, with a lack of consistency in the themes. It appears there will be a lot of internal focus this month—emotions, thoughts, and mental energy may take center stage. This could lead to overthinking, overanalyzing, or a sense of emotional overwhelm. Valentine’s Day energy is present in your reading, bringing with it a sense of romanticism. There may be a playful, flirtatious, and lighthearted dynamic in your romantic life—a lot of admiration and small, sweet gestures that bring youthful energy. You may find yourself exchanging compliments, giving small gifts like roses, and experiencing the joy of love in its simpler, more innocent form.

However, despite this romantic energy, I sense a lack of ambition, drive, and passion in February. While there is romance, it might be passive, sweet, and gentle, but not particularly passionate or energetic. The physical side of romance may not be as intense. You may also experience some physical fatigue or a need for rest, possibly dealing with illness or exhaustion. February may require you to take time for yourself to recuperate and get back to a place of balance. Energy levels could fluctuate, and there may be days of higher energy and other days of feeling low and drained.

I sense a lack of structure this month, which could stem from struggles with stability—perhaps instability in your daily routine or even financial instability. Your usual routine might be unstable, or you might be experiencing fluctuations in energy and mood. This could leave you feeling overwhelmed and unable to follow a consistent pattern.

You may also find yourself putting up emotional walls in February. This could be a defense mechanism as you try to regroup and protect yourself. On the outside, you may present yourself as strong and bold, but behind closed doors, you feel overwhelmed, burnt out, or even sick. I sense that you’re stuck on something from the past—perhaps an old routine or situation that no longer applies in the present. The past might resurface in a way that doesn’t bring you happiness, and this could be part of the reason you’re so focused on internalizing your thoughts. As you ruminate on the past, you may try to protect yourself from vulnerability, though you’re feeling increasingly vulnerable as the past lingers in the present. Navigating through these tough energies will be challenging, but I do see some romance and sweet, playful moments in February to help lighten the mood.

Gemini Moons

February feels like a mixed month for you, and I sense that there’s a situation where things might shift from bad to good or good to bad. Ultimately, though, I think this will lead to a transition from a rough, stagnant period to a more awakened, defined, and clearer phase.

In February, you might feel a bit misguided. You could find yourself becoming more of a homebody, not feeling as ambitious or gregarious, and lacking the drive to be active or spontaneous. You may feel aimless, unsure of where you want to go, and not up to the challenge of pursuing your goals. This likely stems from a lot weighing on your mind. Perhaps you’ve recently gone through a difficult time, dealing with disappointing news or a mentally draining experience. Your energy might feel stagnant, and you could be in a depressive state, making it hard to do much or go out.

You may feel hurt or emotionally drained, especially if something has happened that caused you to withdraw. It might be hard for you to open up or put your heart out there, as you’re fearful of getting hurt again. I feel like you might have also discovered something—perhaps a truth that’s been lingering in your mind—that has contributed to this mental overwhelm and left you in a funk, with little motivation to do anything.

That said, this won’t last forever. You’re taking time to be alone, reflect, and figure out your emotions. You might not feel like being reactive, but instead, introspective, trying to understand why you feel the way you do. While you’re withdrawing, it’s actually a necessary break. You’re not feeling your best right now, and you need time to process everything before you move forward.

Despite all this, I do sense a call to action in your life. This situation is pushing you to go down a different path and make decisions for yourself again. By the end of February, I see a resurgence of energy and confidence that will propel you toward new opportunities. You’ll feel more tenacious, feisty, and motivated to take on new projects. This burst of energy will help you start a new journey with confidence, receiving praise and support from others.

In the long run, this period of reflection and introspection will have a positive impact, especially as you shift gears toward the more energetic and confident months ahead.

Cancer Moons

February may be a rocky month for you, with emotional fluctuations and moments when you feel uprooted or unstable. There could be people in your environment affecting your mood, and you may find yourself drained, unable to show up for others because you feel emotionally spent. This month, you might find yourself needing to check in with yourself more, abandoning plans just to focus on your emotional well-being.

Expect some intense emotional energy in February. You may find yourself dealing with heavier emotions, like sadness, regret, remorse, or even disillusionment. This emotional imbalance may be pervasive, weighing on your mind heavily in relation to past actions or situations. As you process these feelings, it might feel overwhelming, especially when trying to make sense of your reality.

During this time, you may withdraw, not wanting to be around others. You could find yourself in deep reflection, figuring out the root causes of your emotions. You might not be in full-on “hermit mode,” but you will likely spend time on your own, trying to understand your feelings.

I don’t see a lot of structure or stability for you in February. It’s not a month for sticking to a routine or establishing a solid foundation. Instead, it’s a month full of fluctuating energy—both bold and exciting, but also restless. You might feel mentally stimulated, more alert, and ready to engage in stimulating conversations. There’s a sense of confidence and energy, and you might find yourself wanting to act on ideas and projects you’ve been considering.

While the emotional fluctuations and the need for self-reflection are still present, I see happiness on the horizon. Even if sadness or emotional imbalance lingers, I sense that you’re taking action from a place of mental restlessness, filled with creative ideas and a desire to express yourself. You’ll have enjoyable moments, particularly with others, and you’ll feel supported by the people around you. The interactions you have will be harmonious and uplifting, giving you the strength to move forward.

Overall, February will be a month of emotional fluctuations, but also a period of creative growth, supported by those who love and care for you.

Leo Moons

For Leo Moons in February, I feel that you may be experiencing a period of disconnect with someone you’ve had a falling out with. You and this person are likely in no contact and may be ignoring each other. There’s a lack of communication, and both of you seem unwilling to break your pride to reach out and reconcile. This stagnation is likely to continue. The person involved could be someone you envisioned a future with, possibly a close family member like a cousin, aunt, uncle, or even your parents. It could also be someone you’re married to or just someone very important in your life. Despite this connection, there seems to be a lot of turmoil between you, which is contributing to a major transformation in your life this month. Something shocking may arise, causing upheaval and bringing unresolved drama to the forefront. This could trigger the end of lingering issues, but it will also destabilize things for a time.

Though the month may start with a lot of instability, once the chaos subsides, there will be moments of clarity, and you may begin to reevaluate things with a more practical and realistic mindset. This could lead to new opportunities, such as pursuing further education, seeking a new job, or focusing on improving your finances. There’s also the possibility of a fresh start in a relationship, with someone new showing interest or an existing connection offering emotional support. While February may be challenging, it seems to ultimately open doors to new possibilities, and you’ll emerge from the month feeling emotionally fulfilled and with a renewed sense of direction.

Virgo Moons

For Virgo Moons in February, you may find yourself struggling with low confidence and a lack of energy. You could feel less stylish, less strong, or just generally unmotivated. Your physical vitality might also be lower, leading you to spend more time introspecting rather than engaging externally. There might be moments where you feel inner conflict or aggression toward someone or a situation in your life, but you may choose to keep these feelings to yourself rather than confront them. You might also find yourself reflecting on toxic themes in your life but holding back from communicating them to others.

This could be a month where you feel a desire to break free from routine and responsibilities. You might not feel like working or engaging in your usual tasks, seeking instead something different or more spontaneous. You may want to escape the mundane and explore life in a more carefree way. However, despite these internal struggles, there could also be moments of warmth and lightheartedness. Someone may admit to having a crush on you, or you could develop a new romantic interest. Alternatively, you might enjoy meaningful conversations with someone you trust, bringing some emotional relief and connection in the month of February.

Libra Moon

For Libra Moons in February, I see you dealing with frustrating and complex emotional dynamics. It seems like you’re in a period of withdrawal, where you’re retreating from others and spending a lot of time on your own. You might be in “ghost mode,” not responding to people or interacting much, as you go through a difficult time that leaves you feeling stagnant and emotionally overwhelmed. You may be feeling sadness or despair, possibly due to something you’ve discovered that has left you unhappy and uninspired. You might feel disconnected from life, lacking excitement or motivation, and prefer staying at home rather than going out or socializing. This could feel like a month with little growth but a lot of emotional heaviness.

Although you’re withdrawing and taking time to process your emotions, you might find yourself struggling with significant delays in your pursuits. Even if you have the ambition and drive to go after your goals, the energy to follow through may be inconsistent. You may experience fluctuations between moments of ambition and a lack of energy, resulting in obstacles or burnout. Despite this, you’re likely trying to push through, possibly using work or personal goals as a distraction, but the month might feel tough, and you’re likely looking forward to a better month ahead in March.

Scorpio Moons

For Scorpio Moons in February, the month seems to be filled with a mix of challenging experiences. There may be feelings of betrayal or upsetting news that leaves you unsettled. Whether it’s hearing about someone speaking poorly of you or discovering that someone has broken your trust, it could feel like a personal attack. This situation may take you by surprise and leave you feeling defeated. It seems like this is a wake-up call for you to retreat and focus on self-care, giving yourself the space to process the emotional impact.

During this time, you’re likely to nurture yourself and focus on regaining emotional balance. You might avoid practical responsibilities or work-related tasks, choosing instead to relax and take life as it comes. This period of self-reflection will likely lead to an epiphany, where you begin to understand what’s happening and why things are unfolding the way they are. As you take time for yourself, you’ll clear the fog and gain clarity. This clarity will give you the momentum to move forward and resolve any lingering issues, ultimately restoring emotional balance and a sense of tenderness to your life. Someone close to you may offer support, providing comfort and reassurance, which will help lift your spirits and clear the confusion. Although February brings tumultuous emotions, by the end of the month, it seems you’ll have regained your emotional equilibrium and a positive outlook for the future.

Sagittarius Moon

For Sagittarius Moons in February, it seems like this is a month with mixed themes. You may feel shot down, defeated, and lacking the confidence to pursue what you want. There could be a sense of hesitation, with you moving through the month in a more insecure way. You might not have the desire to go out and explore as you usually would, and instead, you might feel like retreating and keeping to yourself. It seems like you’re in a place where you want to care about things, but at the same time, you’re not feeling much of anything. You might feel emotionally neutral or closed off, with a sense of stagnation and no real growth in sight.

This month, you’re likely withdrawing, protecting yourself, and keeping things to yourself. You’re not updating people about your life, instead using this time for introspection and reflection. You may feel stuck and carry some negative emotions, which you’re trying to release before you feel ready to move forward. There’s a lot of internal action happening—spending time in your head, maybe staying up late at night, trying to figure out how to push through and change your situation. Though you’re dealing with heavy emotions, you’re not willing to show others that you’re struggling. After this period of restlessness and reflection, you may start to feel the desire to move forward, setting goals and taking action toward them, especially as you head into March.

It looks like you’ll regain your confidence as the month progresses, building the energy and drive to tackle things head-on. You’ll begin to shine again, feeling happier and more supported. The changing weather may also play a role in lifting your spirits, making you feel more excited to take on new tasks and goals. As you move forward, you’ll feel supported in your efforts and radiate a positive energy as you approach the next steps heading into March.

Capricorn Moons

For Capricorn Moons in February, it seems like you’re stuck on something and unsure how to approach it. You might be holding back, avoiding confrontation, and unsure about how to take action or communicate effectively. For part of the month, you may stall, not making any decisions, perhaps feeling overwhelmed by life and unable to make clear, decisive choices. This could stem from a lack of energy or low confidence, leaving you unsure about how to proceed.

However, by the end of the month, you’ll gain newfound clarity and the confidence to confront the situation. You’ll be able to have a conversation or receive the information you need to make a decisive move. Once you gain that clarity, your confidence will improve, and you’ll feel ready to act. The decision you make will open up new opportunities, allowing you to broaden your horizons and open your mind. With a sense of enthusiasm and excitement, you’ll feel more positive and ready to take on new challenges. Though it took time to build up to this point, making this decision will set you on a new path, with fresh opportunities on the horizon.

Aquarius Moon

For Aquarius Moons in February, I see more positivity than negativity for the month. There’s a strong theme of growth, as you broaden your horizons and feel a sense of adventure. You might feel more spontaneous, pacing yourself and prioritizing enjoying life over simply hustling. You’re less focused on ambition and more interested in finding fulfillment through relaxation and spontaneity. This month, there seems to be a surprising focus on your emotions, especially in relationships. You may experience a new opportunity for emotional connection, with someone offering nurturing support. This could be a person you’re building an emotional bond with, where feelings are reciprocated, and there’s a sense of emotional fulfillment.

This emotional bond may be growing stronger, bringing more stability into your life. You could be discussing the future, possibly even thinking long-term with someone you’re interested in. However, there will be some inconsistencies during the month, with some days being more emotionally open and others being more closed off or moody. At times, you might feel introverted or need to take care of yourself, retreating from social interactions. Despite these fluctuations, the month overall seems to mark a shift away from your usual routine, as you prioritize enjoyment and future possibilities. While there are moments of emotional disconnection or inconsistency in showing care, the emotional bond you’re forming seems to be progressing toward something more stable, even with some unpredictable moments.

Pisces Moon

For Pisces Moons, February looks to be a tumultuous month, full of disruption that weakens your confidence and destabilizes your sense of strength. Though you may prefer calm, it seems like things are chaotic, with decisions and choices overwhelming you. There’s a lot of indecision, and while you’re trying to make the right choices, the circumstances around you are full of drama, explosive arguments, and uncontrollable changes. These situations are likely tied to unresolved hurt and pain, which will come to a head in the form of conflicts or clashes.

You might feel physically and mentally exhausted this month, with little energy to engage in much activity. Overthinking and emotional overstimulation may leave you feeling burned out, and you may retreat into a space of introspection, wanting to release the weight of your internal struggles. This buildup of emotional and mental tension may lead to outbursts or explosive reactions. You may find that both your heart and mind feel unsettled, contributing to the intensity of conflicts. Despite this, it seems you’re trying to right your wrongs and balance things out, even if you’re approaching the situation in a tense and emotionally overwhelming way. There’s a sense of wanting to find harmony and fix the issues at hand, but you may not have the physical or emotional energy to keep up with the demands of the situation. The month will likely be heavy and tumultuous, with themes of shock, toxicity, and conflict. However, your desire to make things right and bring balance to the chaos is evident. You’re working to remedy these problems and reel in the excess energy that is making everything feel overwhelming.

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Hi can i request a Luffy x fem!reader where the pair are just two dumb idiots together like the reader has a personality like his (overly enthusiastic and optimistic) and they do everything together but they both dont realize that the like eachither (bc again dumb idiots) and the crew works tgt to make them both realize and get them to confess to eachother?

DESCRIPTION: You’re just as clueless as Luffy and the crew have to intervene to make you both realise your feelings

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Luffy

WORDS: 1,734

A/N:  Thank you for this request. I honestly didn't know how to make this work in the beginning but I'm happy with how this fell into place. Hopefully you like what I came up with

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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Once upon a time the Strawhat crew believed that their Captain was one of a kind. They took his energetic nature, clear motivation to only do what he wanted as his current mood directed without any thought beyond that, stubbornness, and still unwavering joy in the face of most things as the concoction that could only be Luffy. However they were all collectively shocked when you crash landed into their lives and promptly made them realise that everything that made Luffy his loveable yet exhausting self was also very clearly what made you you too and when you and Luffy first interacted it was like two points finally connecting, never to separate. 

All their adventures before you came along seemed like such a breeze, how naive they had been in those days to consider it difficult to keep up with Luffy’s optimism and spontaneity. After you joined the crew if felt like double the work. It didn’t matter if they had eyes on one of the chaotic pair you two created because without the vigilant supervision over both of you, it only assured a disaster that could have been avoided. It never mattered to you or Luffy because at the end of the day you two would be laughing and telling the drained crew that it had worked out in the end and that there had been nothing to worry about. After a while it wasn’t the lack of thought to the crew and their wants of an easy time on an island to explore that frustrated them, it was the fact that you and Luffy still hadn’t realised you had feelings for each other and continued to act like oblivious morons every single day while also so clearly showing them and anyone else you interacted that you were two idiots in love. 

“They’re doing it on purpose.” Nami muttered one day, arms folded tightly across her chest as she glared at you and Luffy running about the deck of the Sunny, laughing and chasing Chopper without a care in the world. Suddenly Luffy grabbed one of the masts and propelled himself through the air. Chopped managed to dodge but you ended up being the one Luffy tackled loudly onto the ground. There was a beat of silence before the two of you burst out into loud laughter once more, doing nothing to move out of the position you were currently in. “They have to be doing it on purpose. They’re evil geniuses.”

“Don’t give them so much credit. They’re both just blind to how they really feel.” Zoro disagreed from his spot in the shade, opening his good eye to look you and Luffy’s way. “Don’t know how many times the stupid cook and I have brought it up. Luffy just believes he loves them the same way he loves us as his crew.”

“Oh no, that’s a very different kind of love compared to what he feels for us.” Usopp said with a small shake of his head. He supposed that the only reason this whole matter hadn’t been resolved yet was because of your personality. Anyone else would have been more aware of the difference and clear feelings and actually talked things out with their Captain. Everyone seemed to let out a collective sigh of exhaustion and resignation. All of them wishing-more for their own selfish peace of mind more than anything- there was something to be done and help you both realise your feelings.

It wasn’t until a week later that the crew stopped at a new island to relax and enjoy while they waited for the Log Pose to set. While some took to resupplying the ships, others took to exploring. You weren’t exactly annoyed that you hadn’t gone with Luffy, you were just confused at why Usopp and Nami insisted on you joining them on their shopping trip and no one else coming with them. Had they had a fight with some of the others on the crew that you weren’t aware of? You certainly hoped not, you didn’t like the crew fighting amongst themselves. 

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Nami whispered to Usopp as they remained a couple paces away from you. Operation: Divide and Conquer might have had a good name but the strategy didn’t seem all that good except try and get you to confess to Luffy by either making you jealous or straight up lying. If they couldn’t get through to you, they would try the same tactic with Luffy.

“It has to!” Usopp hissed back, quickly throwing you a nervous smile when you looked over your shoulder with a curious tilt of your shoulder. “Hey let’s go in here!” He called out in a panic, pointing to the closest store. You stopped and shrugged, going along with whatever the sniper wanted. You had nothing to buy on this trip so you were just here for company and fun. Still this wasn’t what you’d thought would be on his or Name’s shopping list.

“Is someone getting married?” You asked, looking around the store filled with elegant gowns, robes and suits. Suddenly your eyes lit up as you hurried to hug Nami and Usopp tightly, so this was why they had insisted on you coming with them. You couldn’t fully understand why they were being so secretive but it didn’t matter given how overcome with happiness for them. “You guys! I’m so happy for you both! Have you told the others?! Are you getting married on the island?” 

“WHAT?! NO! ” Nami blurted out in shock while Usopp could only shriek at the implication. “We’re not getting married!”

“Oh…that’s a shame.” Your smile fell slightly. “I always thought you two made a nice couple. Guess I was wrong. So who is getting married?” You asked, staring intently on your friends who stammered and struggled to think of something. Operation: Divide and Conquer was crashing and burning around them and their brains all but blanked as together they rambled together while you patiently listened. Neither of them really knew what they’d told you or knew if it made any sort of sense but you seemed to accept it and continued with your day with the frazzled pair.

When you returned to the Sunny later that day you went to your usual perch of the railing near Sunny’s head. Silently you thought over what Usopp and Nami told you and were beginning to work it out in your head when Luffy appeared beside you with a bright grin. “Hey, what’s got you so frustrated looking?” He asked, oblivious to the rest of the crew on the deck; all of them pretending to go about their business when they were only making sure they were close enough to hear. 

“I’m thinking about Usopp.” You explained in a dazed tone, absently running your fingers along your bottom lip, deep in thought. Luffy frowned slightly while different sets of eyes glanced Usopp’s way, all confused about what he and Nami did while they were alone with you. “I’m trying to work out this wedding.”

“Usopp’s getting married?” Luffy asked. On the one hand he was happy but on the other hand he thought Usopp would have told him personally. “To who?”

“That’s what I’m trying to work out.” You mumbled before taking a deep breath, deciding to start from the beginning. “Usopp’s enemy wants him to marry their princess to avoid a great battle but he doesn’t want a fight or to get married so he needs to make them think he’s already married so they don’t get angry right? He needs Sanji to cater the wedding, Brook to preform the music, and Zoro to be his bodyguard so they’re out. Nami said because she’s giving Usopp the money for the wedding that’s the only favour she’s doing and won’t marry him as well because that’s not fair. Usopp said he can’t marry Franky or Robin because they’re like his parents and Chopper’s a reindeer and that’s weird. Which leaves us.” 

The more you explained the situation the more Usopp and Nami shrank towards the floor out of despair and embarrassment. Why had you believed that nonsense enough to now relay it to the entire crew who were now looking at them in bafflement. Through it all Luffy hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He didn’t want Usopp to be forced to be married to someone he didn’t like but it didn’t stop him from quickly turning on his heel and looking to his friend. “Usopp I’ll marry you!”

“You can’t marry me dumbass!” Usopp shouted back making Luffy glare, all but standing in front of you to block you from Usopp’s stare.

“Well you’re not allowed to marry them. So it’s me or the princess.” Luffy told him with defiance in his eyes.

“Why can’t he marry me?” You asked curiously while getting to your feet, watching Luffy blink as he only now considered his fierce sense of protectiveness and possessiveness towards you. 

“Because I don’t want him to?” He suggested with a shrug. “I don’t want you to marry him, I don’t like it.”

“Well I don’t like you being married to Usopp.” You added, voicing your own reluctance and unhappiness at the thought of Luffy marrying…well anyone. There was a silent exchange between you and Luffy as though you were communicating in your own way through a look alone. Together you both grinned with a faint blush creeping across your cheeks as you both whipped your head towards Usopp and declared in unison.  “Usopp you’re marrying the princess.”

While it hadn’t been the grand romantic epiphany the crew had been expecting to witness, they could tell that a shift between you both had occurred. There was something a little more intimate between you both while you both remained your happy, energetic selves. No one on the crew had the heart to tell either of you that Usopp had been completely lying about the arranged marriage so they never mentioned it again. They were however all in agreement that if it ever was brought up it was to be brushed aside and explained as a story Usopp had been thinking of writing and nothing more. But from the looks of things slowly developing between you and Luffy they could all see that it was shaping up to having a happily ever after.  

[juliusxxxxxx]

Nice Boys, or an urban appetite

-Bad boys AU, some bloody stuff

-Joel is a nearly immortal being with an insatiable appetite for human flesh and the other two are more or less willing to help

-3k words

-Thanks for @exug and @mi3-14 for this amazing prompt/Eaten AU!

Eight-thirty.

He checked his watch again. It was a second-hand watch he had bought for himself to celebrate his graduation after saving for quite some time. It wasn't anything extraordinary, just a decent watch to present to potential employers to show that he was serious about his new role as a hardworking individual. His stomach panged with hunger in the early morning. After facing one rejection after another, a new graduate like him, whose finances had already been drained by student loans and rent, had simply given up on the idea of maintaining a balanced three-meal-a-day schedule.

This isn't good.

He clutched the flimsy document bag, made of cheap synthetic leather, tightly to his chest amid the crowded morning commute on the bus. It was already the middle of September, and he found himself in the same situation as several weeks ago—jobless and without a source of income.

Once the bus reached a stop, a crowd of people rushed past the young man standing near the exit. He held the bag tightly, carefully avoiding any potential squishing from those passing by. He glanced up at the route map, squinting as he tried to see how many stops were left.

Still a lot.

He sighed to himself, silently praying that he wouldn't be late for the upcoming interview. He had never heard of this company or business before. When he received the phone call from the employer, he was somewhat alarmed by how young the voice sounded. The employer didn't provide much information about the position, only stating that they needed an able-bodied man willing to undergo some self-sacrifice. It seemed like it might be a start-up desperate for anyone passionate. Frankly, he had no idea what to expect. Regardless of how sketchy it sounded, he hadn't had a single job interview in at least two weeks, despite sending out numerous resumes.

The view outside the bus window became increasingly unpleasant with each passing second. The bus had completely left downtown and was now slowly entering the industrial area of the town. Everything appeared gray and exhausting. He caught glimpses of giant chimneys spewing smoke in the distance, and it was certainly not a pleasant sight.

The young man began to wonder if he was being deceived into taking a factory job. Perhaps that was why the employer was so eager to give him a chance. They might need some more reliable components for their mass assembly lines, but that was certainly not what his degree had prepared him for. As he contemplated whether he should walk away from this questionable opportunity, the bus arrived at his stop. He reluctantly got off the bus, clutching the bag tightly to his chest. As he stepped into the bright morning sunlight, he felt himself start to sweat. It was hard to tell whether it was the heat or the nerves about the upcoming interview he was still unsure about attending.

Despite his hesitation, he chose to go ahead. It's just an interview; it wouldn't harm him. If he found the job offer unappealing, he could simply walk away.

That’s right, he reassured himself, there's nothing to stop him from doing so.

After taking a turn at the crossroad as instructed by his employer, he discovered rows of warehouses lining both sides of the road. There wasn’t a single person in sight, and the silence was unsettling.

Not a single person, besides—

“Hello!”’

A person leaned against a concrete wall and called him. His voice was bright and energetic, just like the one he heard on the phone.

“You must be Jimmy, am I right? You’re here for the job?”

He seemed to be around the same age as Jimmy. The man wore a red woolen vest over a long-sleeve white shirt, and his blonde hair was a few shades darker than Jimmy's. As the man extended his hand toward him, Jimmy took it instinctively.

That hand was icy cold, however. It almost stung him.

“That’s me!” Jimmy awkwardly withdrew his hand, trying to hide his discomfort. “And—?”

“Oh? Me?” The man halted for a second. “You can—uh, call me Mr. Poultry.”

Jimmy almost laughed but swallowed it instead. Sometimes, people had unfortunate last names that they couldn't easily change. He really should be more mature about that.

“Mr. Poultry,” Jimmy said politely. “Nice to meet you. Could you show me the way?”

Mr. Poultry appeared to appreciate his attitude. He smiled at Jimmy and gestured for him to follow. Although the smile seemed kind, it made Jimmy uneasy.

After walking in silence for several minutes, he finally pinpointed the cause.

It was those eyes. Mr. Poultry had a pair of black eyes, and there was nothing unusual about them, just like anything else about him. However, people—almost everyone on Earth—tend to move the muscles around their eyes when they interact with others. This could be a simple movement of the eyebrows, a slight raise of the eyes, or any number of subtle expressions.

They say the eyes were the windows to the soul, but this man had none.

“How long is the trip?” Mr. Poultry suddenly asked, turning to Jimmy with another of his uncanny smiles. “Which part of town do you live in?”

“I—I live downtown,” Jimmy said, stuttering slightly. “It was a forty-minute commute. It wasn't terrible.”

“Oh, that’s great news to hear!” Mr. Poultry exclaimed, clapping his hands. His voice remained upbeat, but there was an underlying emptiness to it. When his eyes quickly scanned Jimmy’s tense expression, Jimmy felt a shiver run down his spine. “Mind if I ask you a few questions along the way?” After Jimmy nodded in agreement, Mr. Poultry continued, “Are you—let’s think of a word—athletic?”

“Uh… Do I do sports?”

“Yeah. Any sports in general. I count jogging as a sport, too.”

“I’m afraid not…” Jimmy said, disheartened. “Not recently.”

“Ah, that’s fine. I wasn't expecting much from you anyway, Jimmy.” Mr. Poultry laughed loudly, leaving Jimmy unsure if it was meant as malicious mockery or just a friendly tease. “What about your health, then?”

“Perfectly healthy.” Jimmy nodded. “Perfect working condition, one may say.”

“Is it?” Mr. Poultry halted his footsteps and eyed Jimmy up and down. “May I see your triceps?”

Jimmy wrinkled his nose. “Excuse me?”

“Can I?”

“That—what—no!”

But he wasn't quick enough to escape Mr. Poultry; a hand was already gripping his arm.

“Oh, nice.” Mr. Poultry released him soon after and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. “Love seeing that.”

Jimmy was too stunned to speak. He glared at Mr. Poultry, who seemed unaware of any issue with his behavior and smiled while placing his hands behind his head.

“What?” Mr. Poultry continued, “I’m giving you a compliment. You have great muscles for someone who doesn't exercise much.”

He began to question whether this person was truly human. Mr. Poultry certainly did not feel like one.

Perhaps he should just run away at this point. Find any excuse, no matter how foolish, and get out of there at full speed. Yet—

“I love your energy, Jimmy. We definitely need someone like you in our business.”

He gulped.

It was still a job opportunity, nonetheless. Hopefully, Mr. Poultry would become less creepy as he got used to it.

He returned an awkward smile to his potential employer, who gazed back with those vacant eyes.

“Right,” Mr. Poultry said, standing in front of a scroll-down storage unit among the warehouses, hands on his waist. “Here we are.”

“Uh… Is this?” Jimmy spoke with alarm, which caused Mr. Poultry to burst into laughter.

“We don't have an office yet; this is the best we have,” Mr. Poultry said as he leaned over to reach for the handle and pulled it up with surprising ease. For someone with such an unremarkable physique, it seemed almost too easy. The inside of the building was pitch dark, illuminated only by the sunlight streaming through the entrance. Mr. Poultry held the rolling door open for him and let go of the handle as soon as Jimmy stepped inside.

The door fell heavily onto the concrete floor, echoing in the empty storage unit.

It was empty, with a single folding chair in sight and a light bulb hanging above, which Mr. Poultry turned on snappishly.

“Take a seat.” Mr. Poultry gestured toward the chair. “Please?”

Jimmy followed instructions in silence. He suddenly remembered something as he began searching for the bag he had been carefully holding the entire time and handed a resume to Mr. Poultry, who took it and glanced at it.

“Impressive. Hhm. All very impressive.” Mr. Poultry tapped the paper with his knuckle. “I believe you'll be a great fit. But let's have a chat first, shall we?”

“I—I—Sure!”

It was certainly a rare comment from any employer he had heard. He nodded eagerly.

“What do you think about, let's say—” Mr. Poultry began pacing back and forth in front of him, his eyes unblinking. “Are you religious?”

“…I wouldn't say I am?”

What kind of question is that?

“You know about the good book, don't you, Jimmy?”

This is definitely a cult, isn't it.

”The—the Bible?”

“That’s right. I'm a big fan of the Old Testament. I’m nothing but a fairy tale lover.”

What a bold thing to say.

“I—is it the one with Genesis?”

“That’s right. Genesis 22:8, God will give us the lamb for the sacrifice, my son.” Mr. Poultry began to laugh. "What a funny story! Abraham was actually going to do that—kill his son for a god. Oh, man!

Mr. Poultry then stopped by Jimmy’s chair and leaned down toward him, locking eyes with him. “What do you think about the idea of self-sacrifice?”

“For—for a job?”

Jimmy blinked quickly, feeling uneasy with the eye contact.

“That’s right.”

“I…am willing to do a lot, but—but maybe not this—”

As he was about to get up, Mr. Poultry placed his hands on Jimmy's shoulders. It seemed like a gentle gesture, but Jimmy found himself unable to move.

This person was too strong.

“Jimmy, Jimmy,” Mr. Poultry said with a broad grin, repeating the name. “You see, I'm a nice guy. I always look up to holy figures like Abraham, yet I ponder what I should do. It’s challenging to serve a being with such a grand appetite, whose hunger feels like a bottomless void. It fascinates me. It truly does.”

Jimmy tried to pull away from Mr. Poultry’s grip, but all he received was a shake. Mr. Poultry continued speaking in the same calm, chirpy voice, “One day, I know for a fact that he’s going to swallow me whole. But I don’t want to die—not like this. It scares me. Just look how scared I am!”

Jimmy's eyes widened as he looked at the man. His lips trembled.

“Please don't,” was all he managed to say.

“‘Don’t’ what?” Mr. Poultry mocked with a tilted head. “Alright, maybe that’s enough. I don’t need to be so cruel, do I?”

At that moment, Jimmy took a move.

He pushed the bag forcefully toward Mr. Poultry’s face, which loosened the grip on his shoulders just enough for him to escape. It wasn’t graceful; he stumbled to the floor and struggled to get up onto his knees.

“What’s that for?” Mr. Poultry exclaimed. “Wait—did I scare you? Oh my, I’m so sorry, Jimmy.”

“You! You are so going to kill me, aren't you!”

Jimmy raised a trembling finger at the man standing nearby, who simply shrugged with his hands held up in the air.

“Come on,” Mr. Poultry said, resting his hands in his pants pockets. “I’m really hurt by that, Jimmy. I’m a nice guy.”

“I don't buy a cent!”

Jimmy stood up and leaned against the rolling door, trying to search for the handle in the shadows. Mr. Poultry sighed deeply to himself.

“They said I lack social skills,” Mr. Poultry continued, sounding distressed. “Or maybe I often miss social cues—whatever that means. Is it the way I talk? Or because I touched your triceps?”

“Please don't use words like that!”

“You do have good triceps.” Mr. Poultry said with a nod. “Very tender.”

“Oh my go—” Jimmy slapped his cheek. “Just stop talking! You’re making it worse!”

“I’m sorry!” Mr. Poultry chuckled, then his voice softened. “See how lacking in social skills I am? I didn’t mean it; I promise.”

“Wait,” Jimmy said, lowering his hand. “So, you’re not going to kill me?”

Mr. Poultry blinked several times, uncertain what he was thinking. The silence extended for a while.

“You—Mr. Poultry…” Jimmy wheezed with a laugh. “Do you know how terrified I am? I thought—you were a killer for sure!”

Mr. Poultry laughed along with him. “I am!”

The laugh ceased immediately.

“…Huh?”

Jimmy finally made a noise.

“And yes, I'm going to kill you.”

Mr. Poultry went on happily.

Suddenly, a flash of silver darted towards Jimmy.

As he barely dodged the attack and collapsed to the floor, he realized it was a folding knife. Mr. Poultry quickly dropped down and raised the blade above his head, thrusting it downward before Jimmy even had a chance to scream.

But it’s not over. Or at least Jimmy hoped not. He rolled to the side as the blade dropped, and cut deep into a part of him.

“Oh no!” shouted the killer. “Your triceps! Now they are going to taste awful, aren't they!”

Then, Jimmy finally started to feel the pain. It was numb at first, but then it grew more and more unbearably sharp. His heartbeat began pounding in his eardrums. He heard a whimper; it was coming from his own throat.

“Alright, stay still.” The killer pulled on his hair to force Jimmy to look toward him. “Now it's for the throat. You better behave, Jimmy. I don't want to ruin your taste.”

His eyes were blurry with tears. He looked up toward the black eyes above him, with the blade aimed down. Those eyes lacked all soul, as usual.

“…Please…”

He murmured.

Then, something warm was hitting his eyes.

Sunlight. The morning sunlight of September.

Someone lifted the rolling door.

“Grian?”

A voice called.

“What are you doing here?”

The door was fully rolled-up, revealing a man holding it up with one arm above his head against the bright sunlight.

“Bloody hell, what is this?”

He glanced at the pair on the ground over the top of his sunglasses. He wore a black Mackintosh trench coat that reached his thighs, paired with a plain white shirt underneath that resembled a tunic. There was nothing particularly striking about his appearance, except for a strand of bright green hair peeking out from beneath his dark brown locks.

“What do I look like I'm doing?” The killer—Mr. Poultry—Grian looked up toward him, still holding the knife. “I’m making you breakfast!”

“What—in my base? You’ll get blood everywhere, you moron.” The man said with dispassion as he pushed the door all the way to the top. “Get the hell out of here. This is my property. I paid for it.”

Jimmy squinted his eyes at the man wearing sunglasses. He thought that the voice sounded familiar, but it took him a while to understand why.

“…Joel?”

The man jumped a little in response.

“What the hell, Jimmy?”

“Wha—this is my base too! Joel, we are in this together!”

Yet both of them ignored Grian as they exchanged confused glances at one another.

“Joel! Help!” Jimmy extended his hand toward the man and yelled with all his remaining strength. “He’s—he’s trying to eat me… I think!”

“Does he?” Joel lowered his sunglasses slightly to look at the killer, who was still holding the knife. “Huh. What a surprise. Grian, get off him.”

Grian did not follow the order. He looked back at Joel and the man beneath him, and the knife still hovered in the air.

“Grian.”

Joel called again.

“…Fine—”

Grian lowered the knife with a quick eye roll, while Jimmy immediately clutched his wound and edged away from him.

“Ugh, he’s crawling away!” Grian slapped his forehead and shook his head. “Weren’t you starving? Is this how you treat your diet now?”

“‘Diet’? Heh, that’s funny.” Joel leaned against the concrete wall of their unit, crossing his arms. “Then find someone else who’s not this idiot for me.”

“Joel, just…” Jimmy pressed onto his wound harder as he felt the blood was still seeping through his sleeves and was unable to lift his arm. “Call an ambulance—”

“An ambulance?” Joel spat out the word. “Not happening, Tim. You better stop bleeding or God help you. He’s right. I'm starving.”

“Oh,” Grian giggled, “he doesn’t know, does he? Why do you have the misfortune of knowing him, anyway?”

“He used to be my part-time clerk,” said Joel, eyeing the wounded man. “Oh, look, you finally saved enough money to buy that watch.”

Jimmy glanced at the second-hand watch he wore. Joel was right; he had bought it with the savings he earned while working at that tiny flower shop. However, that wasn’t at the top of his priority list, especially as he felt his vision growing darker with each passing second.

“Ah, how moving!” Grian remarked. “So, we really are his employers!”

Joel shot him a dirty look and said nothing.

“Please… Just…” Jimmy tried to get some necessary attention from his former boss once more. “Someone calls an ambulance… I don't feel so good…”

Grian returned to Jimmy after hearing it. “Oh my god, shut up. You’re so annoying,” he said with dispassion. Then, he addressed the man leaning against the wall. “What should we do with him, then?”

“He’s not going to die like this.” Joel moved his eyes away. “It’s not lethal.”

“It sure feels like one…” Jimmy said weakly. “I’ve just been stabbed! Why isn't anyone helping!”

The other two quickly exchanged a peculiar look without saying a word.

He shut his eyes and shook his head. He held his wound, then made an effort to stand up.

“What, where’re you going?” Grian said, still with a bloody knife in hand. “Joel—your breakfast! It’s running away!”

“I’m trying to get help, of course!” he said, limping towards the rolling door. “Have fun with whatever you have going on...”

But he didn't get very far before he collapsed to the floor, his consciousness fading quickly.

As the world darkened around him, the last things he heard were—

“You better keep him alive, Grian, or God help you.”

“Wait, are you leaving too?”

“I can't stay here any longer. It's making me hungry.”

[sarotati]

Can I make a request to Chung Myung x reader?..Where did Chung Myung meet reader, his lover/wife after meeting again 100 years when they were reborn?..Chung Myung and his group had to meet a rich nobleman at the head to ask for their help so when Chung Myung heard a melodious voice because that voice did you ever sing to him while his head was on your lap?..When Chung Myung stayed with the group for a while and followed the voice to where the voice was..But he couldn't see your face because your face was covered..So the next night, you were still under the cherry blossom tree where Chung Myung sneaked out to make sure it was you.. I want some angst then extremely fluff😍💕💕

I'm sorry if I make too long..I don't know how to explain..I want to ask.. Does you read the novel?

My very first request, yay! I was so excited about it and I ended up writing it almost immediately, I'm not sure if I managed to write exactly what you wanted so I hope you tell me if there's something bad in there, I'm still learning y'know (; I honestly enjoyed writing this a lot yet maybe I added a little bit spices of mine, and I hope it's still good enough for you.

Edit: Ah silly me, I forgot to answer that last question ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ yes I do read the novel, I haven't finished it yet though. I'm still stuck at Ch.1260 and it's hard to read super fast because 1st: I lack of free time and 2nd: the major events (almost all of them) got spoiled for me (AVOID SPOILERS AT ANY COST PUH-LEASE)

One More Thing to Regret

[Chung Myung x Reader]

Summary: He is given another chance to be a better husband for her, and so he will take it without hesitation.

WC: 8k

Note: the events take place after the spars or conference between Mount Hua and Wudang. No spoilers tho.

The chapter contains: a bit of angst, fluff, slow burn, tell me if I've forgotten anything because I'm horrible when it comes to warnings <:

Enjoy!

☆ミ

Despite the dark night that wrapped the outside world in shadows, this room was lit so brightly it could give someone a headache.

Add to that the excessive amount of alcohol consumed by disciples of all ranks, from the eldest to the youngest. Though the senior disciples didn’t indulge quite as recklessly as the others, the atmosphere was still overwhelmingly energetic.

Chung Myung chuckled as he watched some of the disciples who were nearly wiped out by drink. Baek Chun could barely sit upright or hold his cup steady while another disciple filled it for him. Soso was nearly hallucinating, and Yoo Iseol was struggling just to keep her eyes open.

He thought to himself: no matter how lively or energetic they were, they’d eventually hit their limit. Especially after facing Wudang — that fight wasn’t just physically exhausting but mentally draining too.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel entertained by the sight of them in such disarray.

The people in his past life had never been this weak with alcohol! Then again… it was hard to tell. Chung Mun had always been far too disciplined and never drank excessively, so no one could tell or know his limits.

He had shared drinks with Chung Jin sometimes times. While Chung Jin couldn’t quite keep up with him, he held his liquor surprisingly well. On the other hand, there was Tang Bo, who had been his drinking companion most of the time — the only one who could truly go toe-to-toe with him till the end.

Yes, for someone like Chung Myung who had only ever seen the world of Kangho — namely Mount Hua and Tang Bo — it was rare to find people this weak to alcohol. Not that being a martial artist necessarily meant you could drink like a fish, but perhaps it was simply the small number of people Chung Myung knew well.

‘Even a housewife wouldn’t be this bad...’

Suddenly, Chung Myung stopped drinking and took the jar away from his lips.

He rested his chin in his hand, elbow on the table, his eyes scanning the disciples behaving in ways that were far too ridiculous for their age or the dignity of their sect.

The image of his wife popped into his head unexpectedly, throwing off his senses and dragging him into a swirl of memories that dulled his awareness of the present.

Some of those memories were dear.

Others...

A faint smile crept onto his lips as the taste of alcohol in his mouth suddenly turned bitter.

He stood up quietly. Though a few disciples noticed him, he muttered some vague excuse and left the gathering that the disciples had completely taken over.

Though their voices still pierced the thick brick walls and thin doors, the outside was far quieter by comparison.

But it did nothing to ease the sudden, dull headache that took hold of him.

The alcohol jar now hung at his side, forgotten. Chung Myung's pinkish eyes wandered upward, to the dark sky dotted with scattered clouds.

Yet they failed to obscure the moon’s radiant glow in the darkness. Chung Myung pressed his lips together tightly as her face flickered into his mind.

His feet began moving down the corridor slowly, as if he had no destination — which wasn’t entirely wrong.

He’d come out to clear his head. Or perhaps because he knew he wouldn’t be able to, and didn’t want anyone noticing his discomfort.

Chung Myung had many things he regretted — his negligence, his mindset, thousands of choices in his past life.

Somewhere on that long list stood her, the woman people once referred to as his wife. One of the people he had wronged the most.

Any other woman wouldn’t have lasted a single day with him.

Scratch that — even their first meeting had been a disaster.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, but the memory of himself acting like a child in a tantrum refused to leave his mind.

~

He remembered it well. A blazing summer day when one of the elders made a life-changing decision — without asking him or getting his consent. Come to think of it, even if things hadn’t turned out poorly, didn’t he have every right to be angry about being forced into an arranged marriage without so much as a heads-up?

“Are you kidding me?!”

Chung Myung turned his glare away from Baek Oh, who seemed utterly unmoved by his outrage, and fixed his bloodshot eyes on Chung Mun.

“What is this nonsense?! Sahyung, say something!”

But Chung Mun only sighed. He turned to Baek Oh with a faintly composed expression — he too was deeply shocked by the sheer absurdity of what their senior had said, but couldn’t say it out loud.

“Sasuk… I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this feels a bit premature—”

“No, it’s not premature at all.”

The elder turned his gaze toward Chung Myung, and if looks could kill, Baek Oh would have been a pile of ashes from the glare Chung Myung gave him.

“You’re nearly forty, yet you still act recklessly and wildly, like no one ever taught you discipline.”

Baek Oh rose from his seat and walked toward the door, brushing past Chung Myung, whose clenched fists and grinding teeth seemed moments from shattering bone.

“Consider this the result of your unrestrained freedom all these years.”

He spat in disgust and shut the door behind him. Chung Myung slammed the table in front of him with such fury that it cracked straight down the middle. He stood and stormed out.

Chung Mun let out a long sigh in the silence that followed.

He had a very bad feeling about this.

Later, one could say Chung Myung had a full-blown panic attack. He ran to Sichuan like a madman, not stopping for breath.

“What do you mean he’s not here?! Where else would he be?!”

Two young members of the Tang family trembled at the gate, but impressively kept straight faces. Frankly, it was a miracle their legs hadn’t buckled yet. The look on Chung Myung’s face would terrify a demon.

They couldn’t even stop him when he vaulted over the gate and made a beeline for Tang Bo’s residence.

The wooden door flew off its hinges and smashed against the opposite wall. Chung Myung took one look at the hastily packed bags and then locked eyes on Tang Bo, who was plastered against the wall, drenched in sweat — apparently having dodged the flying door at the last moment.

“Hyung-nim… we can talk about this like civilized peop—”

“Civilized?! I’ll show you what is so civilized!!”

“Hyung— Gkkkghkgh—”

Tang Bo began turning blue as Chung Myung strangled him and shook him back and forth, shouting like he could spew fire at any moment.

“You knew about this arranged marriage crap! How could you let this happen?!”

“Hyung—!!! Gkkghh! No—!!… air!!”

For a moment, Tang Bo genuinely felt his soul leaving his body. To think he’d die at the hands of Chung Myung… and before he could even get him to acknowledge him as a friend!

He was saved only by the sound of approaching footsteps at the entrance.

“Bo-ya, I heard your friend came loo—”

Both men turned toward the door as a woman entered and looked at them with a blank expression.

A moment of silence passed before she turned around and walked out.

“My apologies for the interruption.”

“You—!”

“Nuna! Wait, help!!”

The two men scrambled after her — to fix the misunderstanding, and in Tang Bo’s case, to possibly save his own life.

Eventually, the misunderstanding was cleared up… somehow.

In front of Tang Bo’s house, the two men stood alongside the woman who eyed them both. Chung Myung was fuming, stomping the ground, though admittedly calmer than when he had arrived.

The woman raised an eyebrow.

“So… you were just fighting?”

“Of course! How could you even misinterpret it that badly?!”

Chung Myung was genuinely baffled. The broken door, the half-dead Tang Bo — it screamed ‘fight.’ Were her eyes broken?

He looked at her. She was glancing between the two of them thoughtfully, then sighed and shrugged.

“Well, good. I was just about to ask for the engagement to be called off.”

“Ah… yeah… wait, what?!”

Chung Myung stopped mid-nod and blinked in disbelief. His eyes looked as empty as a dumb fish.

He glanced at Tang Bo, who bolted and hid behind the woman in panic. What, did he think Chung Myung wouldn’t hit her just because she was a woman?

He looked back at her with narrowed, skeptical eyes. She had her arms crossed and stared at him without a hint of concern or hesitation.

“Engagement? Our engagement?”

“Yeah.”

“So you're...”

“Yup.”

A vein throbbed in Chung Myung’s forehead. So it was her. That damn brat. He wanted to grab her and bury her under her family's marble floors so she’d never set foot on Mount Hua ever.

“Tsk. As I thought. How dare they suggest this child—”

Chung Myung growled with pure hostility, but stopped when he noticed Tang Bo sneaking up beside him, risking his life. That meant he had something important to say.

“Hyung… Nuna’s not a child.”

Chung Myung stared at him, then looked back at her. He pointed a finger at her, but before he could say a word, Tang Bo whispered a number in his ear. Chung Myung’s mouth snapped shut.

“That... Tsk, still suspicious!”

He put one hand on his hip and kept pointing at her with the other.

“If she’s that age, why isn’t she married yet?! There’s definitely something wrong with her!”

“Uh… well…”

When Tang Bo hesitated, eyes shifting away, Chung Myung felt the urge to punch his face. But then Tang Bo whispered in an even more reluctant voice:

"She’s been engaged five times before..."

"What...?"

"The first broke it off. The second died. The third broke it off. The fourth died. The fifth broke it off. And the sixth..."

Tang Bo paused and cleared his throat awkwardly, then gave Chung Myung a look filled with heavy implication.

Chung Myung blinked slowly as realization dawned.

He was the sixth.

"What... I thought you already knew."

Chung Myung turned toward the woman in confusion. She was smiling—but it didn’t reach her eyes.

"Though the rumors never made it out of Sichuan, I figured that had changed. Isn’t that why you rushed here to cancel the engagement?"

A vein throbbed on Chung Myung’s forehead, but the woman kept talking like she had no concern for her own safety.

"I get it. No one wants to be the next. So they all run as fast as they can. Ah, I can’t even blame you."

"Run?? Me?!"

Chung Myung shouted, and Tang Bo barely managed to hold him back before his fists could land. But the woman only let out a mocking laugh.

"Aren’t you here to break off the engagement?"

Chung Myung faltered for a moment, and the words he thought would slip out smoothly—as if his tongue had been greased—suddenly evaporated without the faintest chance of reaching any ears.

"Am I wrong?"

When she tilted her head just so, her face suddenly looked like a punching bag. Was she asking to be hit now?

Chung Myung clicked his tongue angrily and stomped away. But before long, he returned, dragging Tang Bo along like luggage.

He couldn’t be the one to break off the engagement now. Not that it would make much difference, but he couldn’t let his pride suffer that kind of blow—not in front of that woman. And if word spread, all of Sichuan would say he “ran” for his life. Given his widespread reputation, that rumor would travel far.

Just imagining the Southern Edge disciples laughing about it gave him stomach pain. Literal stomach pain.

So the only way out of this mess was to get the Tang family to cancel the engagement themselves.

That’s why Chung Myung had been sabotaging every plan that involved them. If they scheduled a meeting, he’d vanish—or arrive late if the elders managed to force him to show up. He’d toss out every rude, arrogant, and wholly unnecessary comment in the book.

She was, surprisingly, more patient than expected.

But that didn’t mean he was getting off unscathed.

Like now...

"Oh, look who’s still alive. Fiancé."

Chung Myung felt his blood boil. That smug smile, that tone, the mere fact that she called him that—infuriating beyond words.

As always, he didn’t return the greeting. She didn’t care enough to be bothered. She turned to her handmaidens, giving Chung Myung a short moment to sneak a glance at her appearance.

It was the same as usual—whether at Mount Hua, the Tang household, or elsewhere. Dressed in expensive, green silk, decked in jewelry and ornaments practically everywhere, and so heavily perfumed it was like she'd been marinated in the stuff. It wasn’t a too strong scent that it's unpleasant, exactly—just very... noticable.

When she turned back to him, his expression had grown even more annoyed. That only seemed to amuse her further.

"What’s wrong? Won’t you say something to your beautiful fiancée?"

"Beautiful, my ass."

Her lips twitched, like she was about to hurl an insult in return—but she sighed and let it slide. Chung Myung rolled his eyes, disappointed and angry.

At least today’s meeting was in a restaurant. Not everything about this was awful—there was food.

The place had been chosen specifically for its private rooms. Of course, an engaged couple couldn’t be left alone, so one of her handmaidens stood right outside the door.

"What, you’re not eating this?"

"Oh, I am."

She snatched back the dish he’d tried to swipe, and they stared each other down like predators. Sparks flew between them.

"Then I assume you’re not eating this one!"

"You—!"

She couldn’t save that other dish. In a blink, it had disappeared into Chung Myung’s stomach with masterful efficiency.

"I can’t believe you! How can you eat all that in one go?!"

"Unlike you, I actually do so much effort everyday! I’m not some pampered princess who needs a servant just to get dressed!"

She gasped, clutching her chest like she’d just been mortally wounded. For a moment, Chung Myung actually thought she had been.

"How dare you?!"

She glared at him like he’d just stolen her fiancé — though, ironically, Chung Myung was the only one that title could possibly belong to. He raised a brow and replied nonchalantly while still chewing.

"What? I didn’t say anything false."

"You didn’t?! You’re the one who overslept until noon and showed up late!"

Chung Myung choked on his food and thumped his chest until he recovered. Then he jabbed his chopsticks at her.

"It's not my fault that sleeping sounds more productive than spending the day with you!"

"Oh really?!"

Her patience snapped. She grabbed a bowl of soup and hurled it at him, but Chung Myung casually tilted his head and caught it without spilling a single drop.

"Hey! Don’t waste—"

He didn’t finish. He had to catch two more dishes. He glared at her as he set them back down, but she had already started eating—aggressively, even.

Chung Myung, who didn’t know a thing about women’s etiquette, could still tell this was not proper.

"Fine. Keep watching while I make sure you don’t get a single grain of rice."

A vein pulsed in his forehead, and he dug in like they were racing against time.

And yet—even after this utter disaster of a date—Chung Myung didn’t receive any news of the Tang family canceling the engagement.

Not even when the day of the wedding came—as if it were a death sentence for his poor freedom—did he give up. He suffered as they replaced his bed with a double, as he watched himself cloaked in blinding red robes, and as he saw her dressed in matching red.

To be honest, Chung Myung would be lying if he said she wasn’t beautiful. It would be stupid to say otherwise. She had been pretty even the first time they met—without all the glitz and glam—so of course she looked stunning now.

But that didn’t matter to Chung Myung. He wasn’t the kind of man swayed by a pretty face, nor had women ever really been a subject of interest to him. That wasn’t going to change.

And of course, the wedding did not go smoothly—at least not for either of them. Lord Tang nearly cried, thrilled that his daughter finally got married and that Chung Myung had broken the "curse" or whatever nonsense plagued her previous fiancés.

They stepped on each other’s feet multiple times during the ceremony, which Chung Myung considered idiotic to begin with. Looking back, he’d acted like a sulky child. Then again, she wasn’t exactly the picture of grace either.

Naturally, their wedding night wasn’t normal either. Chung Myung never even stepped inside his– sorry, now.. their house. He disappeared at some point and ended up sitting quietly on the rooftop, a bottle of liquor in hand.

He nearly choked when he heard footsteps approaching. He turned in alarm—only to see her climbing up, making her way toward him.

He tried to get up and flee, but somehow she reached his side in an instant and yanked him back down by the shoulder.

"Ah! What do you want from me?!"

For some reason, sitting beside her now made him uncomfortable. The reason was obvious, really. But she didn’t seem to care. She sat beside him, leaving more space between them than any married couple should.

"Stop running. It’s already over."

"Tsk."

Chung Myung clicked his tongue and looked away, chin resting in his hand.

"I’m not going back inside."

"You think I came here to ask that?"

For some reason, those words gave Chung Myung a strange sense of relief. But also curiosity. He glanced toward her—just enough to get a look.

She’d showered and changed. Her usually styled and ornamented brown hair was damp, hanging simply down her back. No makeup, no red wedding dress in sight.

"Honestly... I’ve been nervous since yesterday."

That puzzled Chung Myung a bit. It is natural, really—even he had been on edge. So he didn’t get why she had to say—

"...I’ve been expecting news of your death at any moment."

She smiled slyly, and his hand clenched into a fist. He fought the urge. Chung Mun had already threatened him for three hours that morning not to do anything stupid tonight.

"Tch, you believe in that superstitious crap?"

"The superstition crap started with me, Chung Myung."

She sighed helplessly. Chung Myung nearly leaned back when she looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"I know you don’t want to be tied down with the duties of a husband or whatever. Isn’t that your real reason for refusing marriage?"

Chung Myung’s eyes widened like she’d just said the last thing he ever expected. But he quickly collected himself and glared at her with furrowed brows.

"How did you..."

"A little bird told me!"

Chung Myung swore he wanted to gouge her eyes out just to make her stop looking at him with that infuriating stare. But he remembered Chung Mun’s threat again—and decided to hold himself back.

"And then?"

"I won't stand in the way of your freedom. In fact, I'd never to try to force you into something you hate."

That was pathetic in her opinion, and for a prideful woman like her, she could die before she asks for his attention.

And it's not like she needed it anyway.

His lips trembled for a moment, but he pressed them tightly together, saying nothing — because he had the sinking feeling she was about to say something worse.

"I won’t wait for anything of you. Let’s just live as housemates."

She turned to look at Chung Myung, her gaze unwavering. She had always acted either provocatively or ridiculously around him, so this was the first time he ever felt a faint aura emanating from her—one that radiated the dignity worthy of the famous Tang name.

She didn’t need extravagant jewelry, clothes, or perfume to give off that impression. All it took was the intention to carry herself that way.

"So…"

Her lips parted again, and her brows were slightly lower than usual.

"Stop looking at me like I'm a parasite."

After throwing those words at him, she went silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to the edge before leaping down.

"Feel free to come in whenever you want. I won’t be waiting."

Chung Myung heard the door close behind her. From the outside, he may have seemed absent-minded—but in truth, a storm of thoughts was ripping through his head.

He was sure this would end badly. Thankfully, his gut was wrong this time.

So why did he still have this ominous feeling?

Of course, the one who was most upset was Baek Oh, since it was obvious that even after getting married, Chung Myung was still far too free-spirited.

But for some reason he became less complaining.

So, perhaps this could be counted as a good thing.

Despite the fact that her presence should’ve felt completely unnatural, she blended into the space so easily—as if she'd always lived in his house. It wasn’t nearly as tense as he’d imagined.

Their time together mostly boiled down to bickering. Sometimes he’d yank the pillow from under her head, and she’d retaliate by pulling out his chair. Occasionally, they’d sneak into the kitchen to make something to satisfy their midnight cravings — sometimes they got caught, sometimes they didn’t. Chung Myung still remembered his surprise the first time he found out she could cook. For a woman of her status, you wouldn’t expect she’d seen a kitchen more than a handful of times in her life.

He remembers how it seemed like she enjoyed it a lot.

Still, Chung Myung didn’t complain—except when she cooked only for herself and didn’t save him a portion. But she’d usually grumble that she hadn’t expected him to come home that night anyway.

Chung Myung had expected a much worse life than this.

But it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all.

For many years, Chung Myung had thought everything was going a little too smoothly.

~

And… he hadn’t been wrong.

Chung Myung was away from the sect most of the time. And every time he remembered how little thought he’d given it all, he felt like he hated himself a little more.

He stared at the bottle of liquor in his hand, then brought it to his lips, hoping to drown in it.

He didn’t think about the judgment or the accusations she must’ve endured. Sometimes, he forgot she was even his wife. Why wasn’t he home most nights? Why didn’t they have a child yet? Why couldn’t she—as his wife— manage to keep him at home like other men?

Of course, in cases like this, it was never the husband’s fault. No, people always blamed the woman... She’s wicked. Disobedient. Difficult to live with. So incompetent her husband prefers wandering the streets at night over coming home to her—

Chung Myung slapped a hand over his mouth as nausea surged up his throat. He leaned against one of the pillars that supported the corridor roof overlooking the courtyard.

Just the thought of all the times she must’ve heard that kind of talk — those venomous words that insulted her dignity and honor — without being able to say a word in her defense. All the times Baek Oh scolded her in his place when he couldn’t find Chung Myung. She was the perfect punching bag for his frustration. All the times she sat alone in that empty house, preferring loneliness than dealing with people's stares and gossip…

The more he thought about it, the more he understood why she’d eventually asked for a divorce.

Chung Myung bit down on his lip bitterly, trying to hold down the liquor rising up his throat again. His lips parted with hesitation, he whispered her name softly, like he was confessing every sin he’d ever committed — as if he didn’t deserve even this small act.

And just as he was drowning in the monstrous chaos of his thoughts, a sound tore him out of it.

He lifted his head, glancing around with faint panic. His expression shifted as though he was doubting his own hearing. Then he froze when he heard it again.

It was a melody—a faint, familiar one. Barely audible, but to a martial artist with sharp senses like him, clear enough to recognize.

Chung Myung laughed. A dry, hollow laugh — not from the heart. His feet moved forward, taking him deeper into the corridor.

"It’s just a damned song..."

A folk tune. It wasn’t even something she made up. She must’ve heard it from someone. If someone taught it to her, then surely others knew it too.

So… why now?

What kind of ridiculous coincidence was this?

Why only when he thought of her?

His walk turned into a jog. Then a run. But it wasn’t nearly as chaotic as the pounding in his chest — every beat of it whispering her name like an accusation.

His eyes widened when he realized he could no longer hear the tune. It had stopped.

Chung Myung slowed down, the energy draining from his limbs as quickly as it had surged in. His face twisted uncontrollably, and his teeth clenched hard, as if trying to suppress his rising frustration.

'Was I imagining things?'

Had he drunk too much? Was grief tricking his mind into hearing things that weren’t there? First Chung Mun’s voice… now this?

He couldn’t even begin to describe the frustration eating at him.

He turned around, ready to leave and stop acting like a fool.

But he froze when he heard a door creak open from the direction he had just come from.

And suddenly—the melody returned.

No. This time it wasn’t the tune that knocked the wind out of him.

It was the voice humming it.

Every ounce of energy that had filled him moments before vanished. Cold sweat drenched his back, and his fingers stiffened unnaturally.

He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder — and saw a girl's back. She was walking away toward the courtyard, where plum trees bloomed.

Chung Myung swallowed hard. He wanted to slap himself or rub his eyes to make sure this wasn’t a dream. But he was too scared to confirm it.

The moonlight glinted off brown hair tied into a bun. She placed a dish beside a tree trunk, and several small cats approached, drawn by the scent of food.

He didn’t even realize his feet were moving until he was already walking toward her, half-believing she would vanish like a mirage the moment he got too close.

She froze before she could pet one of the cats, as she heard her name being called by him. She stayed like that for a few seconds before slowly turning toward him.

Though the lower half of her face was covered by a white cloth mask, his heart sank when he saw those eyes. They weren’t the same jade-green they used to be — but those lids, those lashes — he’d know that shape of eyes anywhere.

"You—"

She stood up before he could say anything more and turned as if to leave. But Chung Myung couldn’t even imagine letting that happen. He lunged forward so fast the kittens scattered into the trees, but he only cared about grabbing her.

His hand clamped tightly around her wrist. She turned, her brows furrowed in mild hostility — but when her eyes landed on his expression, something shifted. Her gaze grew more complicated.

Chung Myung’s lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but no words came. Yet she didn’t wait.

"What are you doing here? Guests aren't allowed in this area."

She tried to pull her hand away, but Chung Myung didn’t care. The world was playing tricks on his mind, and it wasn’t funny — not when he could hear that voice again and wasn’t sure if this was real or not.

"Don’t you recognize me?"

He asked slowly, his voice oddly calm, completely opposite to the chaos inside. He shook his head faintly, unable to look away.

"No, you did recognize me… just now… you know me."

Chung Myung felt his eyes sting. Odd.. it was like they were too dry. He saw her expression grow even more conflicted.

"You’re just drunk…"

She muttered, trying to move past him. But his grip wouldn’t release her. She looked at him firmly, but there was softness in her eyes she couldn’t hide.

"Come on, now."

She murmured more gently and took his other hand.

Chung Myung’s grip on her wrist loosened when he felt her smaller hand wrap around his rough, calloused one — scarred by years of swordplay and hardship. And maybe… just maybe… he felt some warmth push aside the bitterness in his chest.

She led him back to where she had come from, and they entered a room together. When he looked around, he realized they were in a large kitchen. The scent of food from the dinner the guild had prepared still lingered faintly.

When Chung Myung turned his attention back to her, he found a glass of water waiting for him.

He drank in silence, downing it all at once. The cold water washed away the bitter, foul taste in his mouth, clearing his head just a little.

“Sit.”

She gestured toward a chair by the table in the middle of the kitchen. Chung Myung scowled in annoyance and looked at her, but she rolled her eyes.

“It’s not like I could run away even if I wanted to. I’m not a martial artist, after all.”

When he thought about it for a moment, Chung Myung realized she wasn’t wrong. A regular person had little to no chance against a martial artist—let alone someone like him.

He let go of her hand, a trace of hesitation still lingering. And he didn’t flinch when she patted his shoulder in passing. No—he almost did, but he didn’t.

He slowly pulled the chair back and sat down. His eyes followed the ghost-like figure in front of him—though she felt more real now than ever.

She moved between cabinets, preparing tea for him, it seemed.

Tea... yes, tea would help his headache, especially...

Chung Myung felt his chest tighten again.

„What? Did you drink too much again? Goodness.“

—

Those eyes—he remembered them—always looking at him with a mix of helplessness and weary familiarity. He used to face those eyes every time he came home from a drinking session with Tang Bo.

Really now, he wasn't drunk just because his face was a little flushed!

“I’m not drunk.”

Chung Myung muttered in irritation as he stepped away from the doorframe, rolling his eyes at her muttered complaints.

In fact, he usually drank more with Tang Bo. But for some reason, tonight, he had brought several jars of alcohol home.

Why… Did you ask?

Because Tang Bo had been genuinely shocked when he found out Chung Myung had never drunk with her before.

Even Chung Myung himself had found it strange, if only for a moment, when he realized he’d never thought of it before. It would make sense, wouldn't it? For someone who loves alcohol like he does, to want to share a drink with everyone important in his life.

He froze mid-step just before passing her. She looked at him, puzzled. He lowered his gaze toward her.

Important?

An important person?

Yes—it should’ve been easy to call her that. After nearly fifty years of living together, how could she not be important to him?

But why did using that word for her stir something strange inside him now?

A bead of sweat slid down her cheek. She blinked but didn’t look away. She didn’t break eye contact.

“Are you coming in or...?”

“Ah... yeah.”

"C'mon, I'll make you some tea."

Chung Myung nodded. As she moved to close the door behind him, he watched her every motion intently.

Tang Bo’s surprised face still hovered in his mind, forcing him to think about things he’d never bothered to consider before.

„You’ve never shared a drink with her?!“

That was the first accusation ever directed at Chung Myung in this relationship.

And it opened the floodgates for more questions to trickle in—

About intentions, thoughts, experiences, desires, emotions, dreams... What did Chung Myung know?

What had he ever known? Had he even tried?

His hand moved on its own, resting on her shoulder to stop her from walking past him. He was startled — it wasn’t something he ever did. But let’s just blame the alcohol.

She looked at him, puzzled. He spoke with a nearly flat voice, holding up the rope in his hand. Tied at the end were the jars of alcohol he’d brought home.

“Let’s drink.”

~

Tang Bo hadn’t lied...

The thud of pottery cup hitting the wooden table echoed softly. Her eyes were still calm and focused even after the third jar, though her cheeks had taken on a faint blush.

Chung Myung watched her with unnerving focus for a man who’d drunk enough alcohol to kill an ox. Of course, he wasn’t entirely conscious — if he had been, she wouldn’t have caught him staring at her.

Judging by her expression, she wasn’t completely unaffected either. There was a haze in her gaze, and her features were more relaxed than usual.

How did Chung Myung even notice the difference, being someone who didn’t care about such details? Don’t ask — he’s confused too.

Yes, maybe he was a little interested. But why? Was her reaction unusual? No—people often relaxed after some drinks. He’d seen it countless times with his comrades.

But for some reason, he felt obliged to pay attention. No, it was the least he could do.

Or no... maybe it was just a way to dull the ominous feeling gnawing at his chest.

No, no...

That wasn’t right.

Each time she set her cup down — each thud on the wooden table — it got worse.

Chung Myung didn’t know when it had started. He didn’t know why his shoulders were tense or why his expression had grown so unreadable.

In bars, you see all kinds of drunkards.

The angry, the dreamy, the emotional, the cheerful.

Chung Myung had dealt with most of them. But someone whose face grew darker with each cup? That was a first.

She picked up the jar again, refilling both their cups. Again. And again. The silence was suffocating. For some reason, Chung Myung couldn’t bring the cup any closer to his lips. He couldn’t break the silence. He could only wrestle alone with the storm of thoughts swirling inside him.

Finally, when she saw his hand freeze mid-reach, she stopped too, gently setting her cup down. She sighed softly through her nostrils — he noticed it.

And nothing could describe the crushing feeling inside him when she looked at him again, and that strange face — the one he’d never seen before — vanished.

Why? Was he not trustworthy enough? Was he so worthless that she had to fake her emotions around him? After all these years, didn’t he deserve at least one honest look? One real attempt to understand?

Chung Myung didn’t know why, but her simple look felt like a shove, pushing him away.

Then she opened her mouth, and the words fell from her lips, taking his heart with them as they dropped all together.

“Let’s get divorced, Chung Myung.”

“…”

The cup slipped from his fingers, rolling across the wooden table. The strong-smelling liquor spilled onto the smooth surface.

“What...?”

Once, Chung Myung had tried desperately to keep this woman out of his life — fearing she’d change it, take something from him.

Then one day, he discovered she wouldn't take anything at all. And he’d been grateful, because it meant her presence made no difference to him.

He was supposed to feel nothing. She was supposed to have no impact. Her presence — or absence — shouldn’t have mattered.

“…Divorce?”

Chung Myung muttered as though he’d just uttered a vile curse. As though he'd just been stabbed in the back, deeply.

“You can’t just say that… like it’s nothing.”

His voice was rough, but quiet. Steady, but barely hanging on.

Bitterness exploded inside him when she looked away. A strange burn, a tightness, a bitter knot in his throat. It felt like barbed wire was wrapping around it, biting into his skin with every breath.

“Why?”

He hissed. His large hand gripped her face, making her look at him again. He moved slightly, but even that small movement showed just how tense every inch of him had become.

She didn’t bother to hide the tension anymore. It would’ve been ridiculous to stay calm in such a moment.

“Chung Myung-ah…”

“That’s bullshit!”

He let go of her face, only to grip her shoulders immediately after. His hold wasn’t gentle — but not painful either. Just firm. Just urgent.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?!”

She clearly hadn’t expected such an intense reaction from him, not over this. She hadn’t thought divorce would matter to him so much, since neither of them had ever considered themselves a real couple.

“I was joking.”

She spoke quickly, trying to brush it off. His grip slackened for a moment. She forced a crooked smile — but even in his drunken state, he saw the lie in it.

“I didn’t know you’d react like that, hehe~ Since when can’t you bear to part from me?”

When she tilted her head and asked that, Chung Myung tried to hold his expression. Told himself to stay angry. To demand answers. But in the end, his expression twitched, betraying him.

“Shut up.”

“What? Ignoring the question, huh?”

“Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue, discomfort still gnawing at him. He finally let go of her shoulders and turned away. Rested his head on the table, refusing to look at her.

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Oh? Acting like a child now? That suits you.”

He didn’t respond, though he was provoked enough to. His mind was too tired, too tangled with thoughts that refused to leave him alone.

Then he felt a soft touch on his head. His eyelashes fluttered, heavy with sleep. A shiver ran down his spine as her fingers removed his hair tie and ran through his hair twice before toying gently with random strands.

A humming sound echoed faintly in his ears, growing clearer with each passing moment. Still gentle. Still quiet.

And yet, the storm inside him remained.

~

The crackle of fire, the boiling water, the hush of nighttime sounds.. they all disrupted that melody. Or maybe… they gave it a haunting beauty.

But the point is — it stirred something strange and aching in him.

So much that Chung Myung felt…

She turned toward him in surprise at the sudden voice of his head hitting the table. Sighing softly as she poured the tea into glass cups.

The day after that night — or rather, in the tense days that followed — Chung Myung did not leave the sect grounds. Not even once.

He wasn’t foolish enough to believe such a blatant lie. From her reaction, he knew the problem wasn’t him, not really.

Even if he assumed she wanted a divorce over something trivial, maybe she was bored of their life together, or perhaps she wanted something else... he had no idea, not even a guess.

But that look in her eyes — that heavy, dark impression — couldn’t have come from nowhere.

And so, Chung Myung took it upon himself to understand everything. Even when she told him nothing was wrong, he knew it was a lie. She was just too stubborn to ask for help — let alone for even the slightest bit of attention.

He had forgotten all of it over the years, or maybe he simply thought everything was fine. That he would notice if something ever went wrong.

Turns out he was wrong. And she had been more stubborn than he ever imagined. If she lived by the rule that attention should never be asked for, who knew how many years she kept that silent request buried within her, never letting it surface?

Chung Myung still remembered the shock of realizing that the peaceful, lazy life he imagined was nothing more than a figment of his own mind — an illusion, far removed from reality.

His brow twitched when he heard the clink of the glass cup placed on the table. It wasn’t loud, but to his ears, it rang sharp like a knife. Perhaps it was because his head rested on the table, but it also struck him with a strange sense of deja vu.

“Your tea will get cold.”

She murmured as she sat down in the chair beside him. She knew he didn’t like tea that much anyway, not enough to worry about it cooling, but she needed to break the silence with anything she could.

She reached up and untied the knot securing her mask, removing it and setting it aside — it had lost its purpose now that he'd recognized her. She lifted the cup to her lips, and in that moment, Chung Myung turned to look at her. A faint flicker of familiarity sparked in his eyes when he finally saw her face.

He didn’t know how old she was in this body, but her face was unmistakably the same as in her past life — only younger, healthier too maybe.

“How is Mount Hua?”

She asked with a hint of curiosity, resting her cheek against her palm. Chung Myung felt a strange stirring deep in his gut at the eye contact — something he never experienced when looking at any other disciple or elder.

He didn’t answer her question. As if he hadn’t heard it at all, he suddenly lifted his head off the table and turned to her. Her attention returned to him instantly.

“Mount Hua...”

He began hesitantly, as if he hadn’t planned what to say, as if the words were difficult to arrange. Yet his tone remained steady and composed.

“Come back to Mount Hua with me.”

“...”

She stared at him in silence, her expression unreadable. When she turned back to her teacup, he continued.

“It won’t happen again. I swear. Just trust me—”

“That had nothing to do with you, Chung Myung-ah.”

She cut him off firmly, as if she saw no point in hearing the rest. She already knew what he was about to say.

“I chose that life, and I’ll never place the burden of my own decisions on you. Don’t even think about it.”

Chung Myung frowned at her words and, with firm resolve, scooted his chair closer, loud enough to cause some unnecessary noise. She instinctively leaned back for a moment, but he caught her arms before she could retreat.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

His tone was a mixture of annoyance and certainty.

“I’m not saying this to feel better about what happened. I just want you by my side.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chung Myung felt like something was off. A silence fell, and she looked at him like he had grown another head.

Sweat gathered on his brow when he saw the sly smile forming on her lips.

“Oh ho~? What’s this? Are you proposing to me again in your new life? Isn’t that just romantic?”

Chung Myung sputtered out some incoherent nonsense and turned away. She laughed, so there was no doubt his expression had given something away. His grip on her arms wavered — but he didn’t let go.

“Tch. This evil woman...”

“Aw~ But you love me, don't you~?”

“You—!”

He looked at her, clearly flustered, but froze when he saw her smile.

Her eyes were so lively. There was a glimmer in her irises beneath the moonlight, it expressed a feeling that words couldn’t describe.

Her lips shaped a tender curve, and Chung Myung felt his heart seize as he took in the sight, still struggling to process it.

“Do you really need me by your side, Chung Myung-ah?”

“...”

“Is that what you truly want?”

As the question sank into his mind, Chung Myung nodded without hesitation. There was no reason to delay.

Her smile widened more than before, and he didn’t miss the faint blush coloring her cheeks. The sight was nearly dizzying.

“I see.”

She hummed, gently patting his cheek like she was waking him from a dream. But to Chung Myung, reality felt more intense than any dream.

One moment, there was a quiet, amused chuckle from her lips—and in the next, their lips were sealed together, stealing her breath.

Without hesitation, but slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head, and ran her fingers through his black hair, occasionally tangling in his long, thick ponytail.

It wasn’t just a first kiss. It was a silent apology. A confession. A warm, longing welcome.

—

“Who’s… coming…?”

“Yes, I’ll be joining you on the way to Huayin. I hope that’s alright?”

“Ah! No, wait.. we have to ask the sect leader first, but I doubt he’d refuse…”

Baek Chun glanced back nervously, receiving a confused nod from Hyun Jong before turning to her again.

“Ah, looks like he’s not refusing.”

“Excellent!”

They both smiled—hers warm, his more awkward.

“Um… pardon me…”

“Yes? Please speak?”

As the girl tilted her head in innocent curiousity, Baek Chun glanced at the stiff man she was clinging to his arm, as if they were... well, something.

“He... uh… hmm…”

Baek Chun couldn’t find the right words. He waved his hands helplessly in the air. The other disciples watched, equally confused, hoping for clarity.

“Miss… what’s your relationship with Chung Myung?”

“Oh, Chung Myung-ah?”

It was like the disciples’ ears doubled in size hearing the familiar, affectionate tone she used. Their eyes widened even more when Chung Myung didn’t so much as flinch — like he was made of stone.

No… even that paled in comparison to when they saw her hans — no, just the fingertips — brush feather-lightly along his right biceps.

“Although it’s not official on paper, I suppose you could say I’ve finally found the husband I lost years ago.”

Silence. No one dared to comment. She laughed and released his arm.

“Well then, I should go resign from the Guild. Excuse me!”

The disciples stared in stunned silence as she walked away. Then all eyes turned to the man she’d left behind.

“He doesn’t seem…”

Jo Gul mumbled, lightly tapping Chung Myung with a finger, as if checking whether he was the real Chung Myung or an absurdly realistic statue. Frankly, the latter would’ve made more sense.

But Chung Myung toppled backward at the gentle poke. The disciples panicked — and Jo Gul was kicked aside as Soso stepped forward to handle the crisis.

“Hold yourself together, sahyung!”

The woman knelt beside him. She heard him mumbling something incomprehensible. When she placed a hand on his forehead, she quickly withdrew it, rubbing her palm like it had been burned.

“He’s just delirious.”

The disciples swore, if they could, they would each drop their jaws and leave for Mount Hua without it.

This — this time — was not an ordinary morning for the disciples of Mount Hua.

☆彡

A little addition~: Chung Myung tried his best to understand the problem after she asked for a divorce, and made sure to cause a stir in the sect when she went to visit her family. Especially against Baek Oh.

Unfortunately, it was the time that the Demon Cult showed up for the first time and attacked the Tang Family, and she was one of the first victims of that attack.

That's why Chung Myung didn't have the chance to be better to her.

Ending <3

[astra-ravana]

Working With Multiple Spirits

Working with multiple deities, spirits, and demons requires balance, respect, and a structured approach to avoid energetic overwhelm or conflicts. Here are some key tips to help you navigate these relationships effectively.

• Establish Clear Boundaries: Just like human relationships, spiritual relationships need boundaries. Set clear rules about when, where, and how you will interact with each entity. Create designated altars or spaces to avoid energetic interference between different spirits.

• Research and Understand Each Being: Study their history, mythology, and traditional associations. Understand their preferred offerings, symbols, and correspondences. Learn about any rivalries or incompatibilities among spirits (e.g., some deities may not work well together).

• Develop Personal Relationships: Treat each entity as an individual with unique needs and expectations. Spend time meditating or communicating with each being separately to establish a personal connection. Keep a spiritual journal to record messages, insights, or omens received.

• Create Separate Altars or Sacred Spaces: If working with conflicting energies (e.g., angels and demons, war deities and peace deities), keep their altars separate. Dedicate specific tools or candles for each being to prevent energy blending.

• Use Offerings Wisely: Give appropriate offerings that align with the spirit’s nature (e.g., alcohol for some spirits, flowers for others). Avoid giving offerings that may offend one entity while pleasing another. Regularly refresh and properly dispose of offerings.

• Maintain Energy Balance: Work with grounding and protection practices (e.g., meditation, carrying Black Tourmaline, salt baths). Avoid taking on too many spiritual obligations at once. Learn to recognize signs of spiritual burnout or interference (e.g., nightmares, energy drains, confusion).

• Communicate Respectfully: Approach spirits with sincerity and politeness, rather than entitlement. Avoid demanding or coercing them—relationships should be built on mutual respect. If an entity stops responding or becomes hostile, reassess the dynamic and make adjustments.

• Keep Your Word: If you make an agreement with a spirit (such as a pact, vow, or dedication), honor it. If you can’t fulfill a promise, communicate and offer an alternative. Breaking spiritual commitments carelessly can lead to negative consequences.

• Protect Yourself Spiritually: Always shield yourself before spirit work (e.g., visualization techniques, protective sigils, wearing amulets). Regularly cleanse your energy and space (smudging, sound cleansing, moonlight, or sacred water). Learn banishing techniques in case an entity overstays its welcome.

• Know When to Take a Break: If you feel drained, confused, or overwhelmed, step back and ground yourself. Not every spirit needs to be worked with at once—prioritize quality over quantity. Take time to integrate lessons before moving forward with new relationships.

[violet-eng]

Neuvillette NSFW Headcanons.

NSFW +18 kamino eru did the 🎨

Since his work is exhaustive and drains a lot of energy from him, most of the time he is a bottom.

He lets you ride him because he knows you like it - and he doesn't have the strength for that.

When he's bottom he cums fast.

He's very, very, very vocal. You are going to hear him say your name many times, he murmurs, moans and pants a lot.

He always tells you how good you are at taking it.

He asks for more, he asks for it with tears in his eyes when you guys are on your third or fourth orgasm.

He cries during sex? YES, he cries because he likes doing it with you, because of the overstimulation you cause in him with your circular movements on his fat cock.

He cries and whispers "I love you, sniff sniff".

You ask for one more round, you lean over him and he accepts -with tears rolling down his eyes- even though he is almost drained. He would do anything for you… when he is bottom.

"Baby, I can't take it anymore," he would say, shiny pearls rolling down his cheeks. "Just a little more, Neuvi, please" you would say back.

---WHEN HE'S ON TOP.

If he had few judgments that day, he will come home early and if you didn't run away… pray, because you will be tied to the bed until dawn. It's now his turn

Neuvillette has high histamine…seriously, high. He is fit. And if his day at work didn't take much of his energy, then he'll pour it all out on you…and not just the energy.

He's good at pregame, he'd sneak up on you from behind while you're in the kitchen and start with wet kisses on your neck.

Lubrication is not a problem for him… Hydro vision…

He has a breast sucking kink.

He is a god, literally a god when eating pussy, like a starving man.

He grunts as the head of his fat cock begins to enter your tight, steaming little pussy. He growls a lot, it's almost animalistic.

Lots of compliments, damn, he praises your body a lot, especially your pussy for the way it sucks him.

His thrusts are soft: Neuvillete not only has sex, no… he makes love, and he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Missionary is his favorite position when he decides to be on top, because he can see you cry for him, ask for more, he can also hide his face in the crook of your neck and let you hug him while he speeds up the pace.

He whispers a lot of "I love yous" as he cradles your cheek with his hand.

He likes it when you caress his hair while doing it, he also caresses yours.

He does it all... night... long... and then goes back to work the next day.

He avoids cumming inside because he knows that you are both busy and don't have time to raise children.

AH.... but when he's in heat!!!!! Gurl, look for a place to hide yourself…

He is a dragon, and he smells when you are ovulating.

That thing about not having children because you don't have time for parenting… it was a lie… Neuvilette in heat has a powerful breeding kink

If he is in heat, he notifies that he will not go to work, and at the same time he tells your boss, because girl… you are not going to leave the room for at least two weeks.

His cock grows at that time, perhaps twice its size, and his seed load the same… Hydro Dragon must make sure he has offspring, right?

He thrusts you without warning - almost always -

Puts you in mating press pose almost all the time, because that way he can get deeper

Dirty talk, but for real... who's this man? This ain't the soft Neuvi you know:

"Loving what your man's cock is doing to you, uh?" "You look so nasty from up here, awful, how is that you were a lady before this, moaning like a slut?" "Beg, y/n, beg for my cock in this danked pussy of yours "

Growls, roars, whimpers, calls you his, uses your name with a low low looooooowwwww and sexy voice.

His voice … Archons … the tone of his voice descends to levels that when he bathes your ear could make you cum asap.

He is rough, ambitious, energetic, intense, you feel that at any time he will break you in two.

Finds your point G almost immediately, and will not stop hitting it with its great, fat and long cock, even if you beg him to stop because of overestimulation.

Doesn't go slowly, moreover, you feel as if he was only faster, fuck, how much stamin does he have?

The thrusts are so strong that it is as if you felt it in your throat

He relies on the back of the bed for more power and stability, and you can see his muscles tense in that pose, attractive as fuck.

Leaves you marks. Many … marks. In the breasts, the thighs, the neck, the groin, the shoulders …

Doesn't stop. He loves your cock drunk face beneath him, and tilts his head while appreciating the view.

"Look at that face you're pulling. Looks like you love my cock, eh?"

He's aggressive, yeah, but when he rubs your clit he's just oh so lovely and tender. And that fucking kills you.

Touches the buldge that shows through your belly, where his fat cock hits your cervix, and it only makes him go faster, and faster... you almost faint a couple of times.

Cums a lot, inside of you of course, he wants to see your swollen belly with his child, and ensures that it stays inside of your abused hole.

And that's only for a day... the next 13 days... gurl... you better grab a wheelchair.

[charmingradiobelle]

So I’m new to your blog so I have some questions based on a few posts: What’s your stance on Vaggie? Are you not looking forward to her sexy song with Charlie? Why do you prefer Charlie’s with Alastor? I’m not judging you it’s more like I avoid ship wars because this fandom is draining.

I don’t usually respond to questions like this anymore because of all the hate I’ve received this past year or so. But you know what anon, since you’re new and I can tell you’re trying to be respectful, I’ll give in one last time.

To answer your questions in order;

I’m personally very neutral on Vaggie. I have many complaints on how she’s written and her relationship with Charlie, but her just as character herself, I’m just sorta ehhh? Don’t hate her but I don’t like her very much either. If she were taken out of the show I wouldn’t feel anything at all, but she’s here to stay so that’s fine by me.

No I am absolutely not looking forward to that. For several reasons, but I’m trying to keep this brief. The main thing I don’t like is this is clearly a sad attempt to give the main couple chemistry that they lacked in the first season. But sex isn’t going to solve that. If you have to make your lead protagonist and her girlfriend have a literal sex-fest on screen to get people to root for them as a couple, then you might need to consider another career besides writing.

There are many reasons why I prefer Charlie and Alastor over any other ship, but I’ll keep it simple. They’re each other’s mirror: a reflection of what they could be if they’d chosen another path. Alastor is a menacing power-hungry sadist who command authority, something the princess of Hell could easily be if her heart were any darker. Charlie is bright-eyed energetic ball of sunshine who sees the best in every situation, something Alastor could’ve been had his life turned out differently (we don’t know what led to him becoming a serial killer but I imagine it’s something traumatic). They are completely different in these aspects but they are so similar at the same time and it’s so intriguing to see how they balance each other out. Alastor literally holds himself back from killing people because of Charlie (he would’ve absolutely killed Pentious in ep2 had Charlie not been so kind and welcomed him in).

To sum it up, charlastor is such a fun and engaging ship in general and in my opinion it feels like a huge wasted opportunity to not make them each other’s love interest. I watched the pilot 5 years ago having absolutely no knowledge about these characters whatsoever and the second Alastor showed up and started interacting with Charlie I genuinely thought they were going to become lovers😭

Anyway I hope this answers your questions well enough, anon! If you’d like to discuss some more I’d be happy to, as long as the conversation stays respectful and civil!

[adviceformefromme]

hi ! do you have any advice on how to stop obsessing over a man and creating fantasies in my head? every time i have a guy i like, it fuels my maladaptive daydreaming and i’m always fantasising about different scenarios where i have his validation and attention. it’s quite draining and allow me to be present. some of these men are useless too, like it’s really not gonna go anywhere and is a waste of my time

Hey Sweetie, omg this was my LIFE!! The moment I caught feelings my mind would no longer be my own, it was as if tunnel vision took over. I cover this in the book, but basically a few things are going to help you: Understand the role this behaviour plays, its creating 'safety' if you can mentally control outcomes (often based on past traumas where feelings/love was not safe). This overthinking is actually very masculine energy, you are in your mind and this is usually how the energy dynamics shift from when you first meet a guy and he's interested to you becoming the chaser energetically. And despite how cool you can act men can feel this. You need to create safety in yourself, which sounds easier said than done. You have to teach your body and inner child that over imagining is not necessary and it's safe to let this go (a little internal dialogue with yourself can go a long way).

Some little rituals can help: putting one hand on your heart, one on your womb: 'I do not need to chase him, overthink about him. If it is aligned, it will remain. I am whole with or without him' (you might need to repeat this every 30 mins throughout the day) to break the cycle.

Have a little ring, necklace or stone that is your reminder to stay grounded. When you start to overthink, touch the item and have a little cue 'I call my energy back, my mind is my own'.

Remember you have power and command over your mind, it doesn't have command and power over you.

Also consider what content you consume / music you listen to. This ALL fuels desire and lust, if you start listening to Usher, to whoever you will unconsciously be thinking of the guy so do your best to avoid any romantic books, songs or content (about how to get the guy etc). This seems extreme but is necessary as you break the habit. And finally, be mindful of the tongue, speaking about said guy with whoever will listen is only creating more energy around him that fuels your mind. Saying less to others, and actually minimising his role in your life, can have a huge influence on how much you overthink. See him as a distant uncle, a cousin, remember if you're just dating his role is actually very fleeting in your life. Until he proves he is worthy of your energy and time, keep him mentally in his place.

[lovings4turn]

[ 🐈‍⬛ ] slide out the window — send me a prompt + a character / driver , and i'll write a mini fic based off of it

oscar piastri + cuddles after a loooong media day 🫶🏽

oh i absolutely adored this idea , thanks sm for sending it in lovely !!!

"god, 'm so tired."

oscar hadn't even bothered to change, still sporting his bright orange - no, sorry, papaya - mclaren shirt as he made his way over to where you were sat on the couch.

his feet dragged across the floor, and though he was smiling, you could tell he was absolutely exhausted. in the four years you'd known him, oscar had never been the most energetic person, and you could tell that the long media days that came with being a formula one driver were beginning to get to him.

with an understanding pout, you pulled back your blanket opened your arms, mumbling a c'mere. a small 'oof' escaped you as oscar flopped into your arms, all but collapsing on top of you as his head found its way into the crook of your neck.

"long day?" you asked, despite already knowing the answer.

you brought one hand up to his hair, gently running your fingers through the strands as the other drew shapes against the skin of his bicep.

"they're trying to kill me," oscar responded, his words muffled. "i haven't stopped since this morning."

"y'poor thing."

you were half teasing, but still felt a pang of sympathy for your boyfriend. you could imagine it was draining to do a day full of media, having to be full of energy and responsive at all times to avoid rumours of being 'rude' or 'boring'.

after a few moments of you holding him, oscar began to relax under your touch. he lifted his head, brown eyes swirling pools of honey as they scanned your features fondly. he pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips before returning his head to the crook of your neck, pressing another kiss to the skin he found there.

if you didn't know any better, you'd think oscar was trying to merge his body with your own, climb under your skin so he'd never be separated from you again.

but you knew your boyfriend far too well, and cuddles were the quickest way for him to bounce back from a drained social battery. you were more than happy to nurse him back to health, even if your arms eventually went numb underneath the weight of his body.

cuddling oscar was an honour you would cherish, and as his breathing evened out above you, you felt like the luckiest person on earth.

[ruru195]

Maybe just some angsty Cuphead headcannons? Always love some angst

Here are some angsty Cuphead headcanons for you:

Emotional Walls: Cuphead hides behind a tough, carefree persona because he's terrified of getting too close to people. His past experiences with betrayal, like the debt with the Devil, make him wary of trusting others completely. He’s afraid that if people get too close, they’ll end up hurt or leave him, just like he left behind some of his old friends for the sake of survival.

Guilt Over the Past: Cuphead constantly beats himself up over the contract with the Devil. He’s haunted by the lives lost because of his recklessness, especially the souls he collected. Even though he’s moved on, that guilt still lingers, like a shadow, in the back of his mind, especially during quiet moments when he has nothing to distract himself.

Self-Sacrifice: Cuphead would rather suffer than see those he loves hurt. He puts himself in dangerous situations—like facing impossible odds—because he thinks that if anyone’s going to take the hit, it should be him. It’s a way of protecting his loved ones, but it also stems from a sense of worthlessness, like he doesn’t deserve to live happily or safely.

Emotional Shutdowns: Cuphead, despite his energetic and reckless nature, sometimes experiences moments where he can’t handle his emotions. When he feels too much pressure, he shuts down, becoming distant and avoiding any form of connection. It’s his way of coping, but it only pushes people away. He hates feeling weak, so he pretends that everything’s fine, even when he’s breaking inside.

Fear of Losing Bendy: Cuphead is deeply afraid of losing Bendy, who has become the one person he feels safe with. Bendy is the one who accepts him without judgment, but Cuphead's anxiety often makes him question whether he deserves that love. He fears that one day Bendy will realize just how broken Cuphead is and walk away.

Nightmares: Cuphead has recurring nightmares about the Devil coming to claim him, or worse, Bendy being taken from him. These dreams sometimes feel so real that they bleed into his waking hours, leaving him exhausted and emotionally drained. When he wakes up, he feels more alone than ever.

Addicted to Distraction: Cuphead struggles with sitting still and confronting his inner demons. He fills every moment with chaos—whether it’s by picking fights, challenging enemies, or taking on ridiculous tasks—just to avoid thinking too much. Deep down, he’s afraid that if he stops moving, all his pain will catch up with him.

Secretly Craving Validation: Despite his outward confidence, Cuphead constantly seeks validation, especially from those closest to him. He often doubts his worth and fears that people only stick around out of obligation. He wants to be seen as strong and capable, but he wishes someone would just tell him it’s okay to be vulnerable.