#scorpio reader

[twistedteatime]

Coffee

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Scorpio!Reader

A/N: A continuation of the birthday fluff story. Not as long, but it's reached a good spot for me to end it so I'm going to consider it finished.

Summary: Bucky promised he wouldn't forget to come "rescue" you from your admirer at work. He didn't. He even remembered your requests and you explain another modern concept to him he takes offense at.

Warnings: LANGUAGE. Gruesome and violent descriptions of how to best get rid of a body. Dark humor. Implied fat shaming. Implied violence. Sexual references. Flirting. Can't think of much else. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Word Count: 2.3k

Master List: Scorpio AU

Previous Story: Signs

AO3 Link: Coffee

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Bucky could hear your voice already. He hadn’t made it all the way to the archives just yet, but he could already hear you talking to someone. He couldn’t make out words, even with his hearing, but he could hear the rise, fall, and staccato of your voice.

You were irritated.

He heard your voice again, slower, and lower.

Correction: You were very irritated.

Bucky walked a bit faster while carrying the two cups of coffee and the little bag carrying the scones you liked. He knew you had handled everything thrown at you so far. Yet ever since you told him how often you had to punch people while working in the archives, he couldn’t help but worry.

What if one day a far more determined someone walked in with the intent of stealing something? What if it was someone dangerous? What if you got hurt?

No one else seemed too worried about this. They insisted you were fine. Even Steve.

“She’s fine, Buck. She knows how to handle herself.”

Natasha agreed with him, “Yeah…night we met she floored some 300-pound guy. She’s got good reflexes, too.”

They didn’t elaborate past that. Loki had only laughed and proceeded to tease him about being smitten with you. Bucky didn’t deny it. He was too confused to deny it.

“Anyone that decides to cross her deserves what they get.” The god had stated before leaving, mischievous smile on his face as he did.

“Reggie. I am not part of your research topic. Go. Away.” Your voice said as Bucky grew closer, close enough he could hear you sigh in frustration, and to hear the response.

“You’re like Google, though. Everything I’m searching for.”

“Lord, I beg of you…send help.” You whined, exasperated, and Bucky slowed down slightly so it didn’t look like he was running as he rounded the corner, pretending to not have heard anything, and smiled at you.

You had never been happier to see a super soldier walking towards you in your entire life. It wasn’t even that he looked amazing with his dark leather jacket, sunglasses on his head, and that sunshine smile of his. It wasn’t even the coffee or the little bag he had with him. It was just that he showed up like he promised.

“Hey, doll.” He greeted, ignoring Reggie as the lanky blonde scowled, especially as you smiled.

“Hey, Bucky. Coffee?” you asked and Bucky nodded with a crooked smirk as he set the tray down.

“Of course I brought my best girl her coffee. Can’t have you goin’ feral down here.” He said and set the bag down on your desk as well, “I even brought you one of those scones you like.”

“You are a prince among men, Bucky.” You said with a smile and accepted the coffee from him while Reggie scowled more, “What?”

“Barnes doesn’t have anything more important to do than bringing you caffeine and carbs?” he asked, his eyes flicking down to how you cross your legs while sitting back with the coffee cup and scone.

“Are you saying bringing her coffee and food when she asks isn’t important?” Bucky asked as he pulled a chair over with his foot and sat down next to you, holding his own coffee and scone, taking a sip before looking at you, “What’s the thing with carbs these days?”

“They’re supposed to be bad for you and make you fat or something.” You replied and Bucky nodded before looking over at Reggie with a scowl.

“So you’re trying to say she doesn’t need to eat that or she’s going to get fat, aren’tcha?”

You just sigh and nod while dunking your scone in the coffee, “It…feels like that is indeed what he is implying.”

Bucky shook his head while scowling, “Last I was aware, which, may have been a while. Maybe I’m just old fashioned, but…most ladies don’t like it when anyone implies they’re fat or need to eat less. That hasn’t changed, yeah?”

“No, that hasn’t changed, Bucky.” You confirmed and glanced at your adversary on the other side of the desk.

“No. That’s…not…I didn’t…” Reggie sputtered then scowled at Bucky, “Do you even have clearance to be down here?”

“How else would I get down here if I didn’t?” he asked, one eyebrow raised before taking a bite of the scone.

“You’re the fucking Winter Soldier. You tell me.” Reggie retorted and before Bucky could reply…you did it for him.

“Reggie…I want you to shut the little gorilla chest thumping brain in your pants off and turn the big brain in your head on. This handsome, sweet, and considerate man here with me is, as you said, formerly the Winter Soldier. So…how would insulting him with his past ever be a good idea? Or is it that you’re trying to remind me? I am fully aware of who he is far more than you ever will be, Reggie, so don’t try to manipulate the situation so you look morally superior. You don’t. It makes you look small and petty. Nothing you say or do is going to make me suddenly change my mind about not being interested in you. We go through this every week. You are being deliberately obtuse.”

“So…you’re picking…him? The ex-HYDRA assassin that can fold someone’s spine in half backwards?” Reggie asked and you sighed while looking at Bucky.

“This is what I deal with every week.”

“It explains a lot. I never did that, though. Too time consuming. Quick knife work or a gun. Much more efficient.”

You nodded before looking back at Reggie, “You’re not shutting the gorilla off, yet. I’m warning you one more time to shut it off before I shut it off for you. Bucky Barnes is a good man. You don’t think so. I can see that you don’t think so…because you’re too wrapped up in your chest puffing charade to realize that I can see right fucking through you. You aren’t interested in me. You’re interested in the fact I’m pretty. Most of the time you stare at my tits, my legs, my hips, my waist, my lips, my body…all of that’s fantastic. I agree that it’s fantastic. I’m well aware of how amazingly sexy I am on any given day and so I know that’s all you’re interested in. Bucky-”

“And he’s not?” Reggie interrupted with a scowl while pointing at Bucky who just blinked coldly at him, slowly, unnervingly, and sipped his coffee again silently before speaking.

“You’re rude. Y’know that? You just interrupted her. You don’t interrupt a lady, but to answer your question…no. She’s gorgeous. There’s no point denying what she knows. Yeah…I think she’s beautiful and stunning…yeah, that’s the first thing I noticed when I first saw her, but honestly I kinda just like how she’s nice to me more than anything else. That and she’s fascinating because I can’t figure out why Thor is terrified of her.”

You couldn't help it and chuckled almost darkly, a wicked smirk on your face as you recalled just why the god of thunder is afraid of you. Not that you’d ever actually tell anyone. In public. It would ruin the fun.

“And Alpine likes her.” Bucky continued and Reggie looked at him confused, “My cat. You say one word about my cat and you will never speak again.”

Fear. You almost laughed at the look of pure fear on Reggie’s face as Bucky pointed a metal finger at him. Almost. Mostly you were annoyed at his persistence.

“I…wasn’t.” he said and looked at you as you sipped your coffee, your foot tapping idly in the air as you looked back at him.

To Bucky you looked a bit like a disgruntled cat. It was a look he recognized from watching Alpine whenever she met someone she didn’t like. Eyes narrowed slightly, silent, tense, tail flicking…yet in your case it was your foot tapping.

He had no idea what was going through your head, though he imagined it had something to do with getting rid of Reggie. The guy was dense. Stubborn and dense.

Like Steve but in a much worse and far more annoying and aggravating way.

“What?” Reggie asked and you answered while blinking.

“Sorry. Got lost in thought about my research.” You said and his eyes lit up, you’ve never mentioned this before.

“Maybe I can help.” He said hopefully, “You’ve never said what your research entails though. I know it’s…probably…quite complicated with…how often you’ve been accessing old records the past two months.”

“Researching how criminal syndicates get rid of people they don’t want around…yeah it gets complicated, but there was one method that was quite ingenious.” You said and gestured with what was left of your scone, “I can’t even disagree with them. Moving a body in one whole piece is always going to be difficult. Especially if it’s big.”

“You have to cut it up.” Bucky nodded, gesturing with his coffee cup in his metal hand, “Six pieces at least and then pile it together…and don’t put them in the freezer. People always find them in freezers.”

“Exactly. What my research has found is that the best thing to do is to feed those pieces to pigs. You don’t feed them for a few days so they’re really hungry.”

Bucky nodded again, “They’ll eat anything at that point…go through bone like butter…but you have to shave the heads and pull the teeth out. They can’t digest the teeth and the hair…so…”

“Yeah. Incidentally…a lot of crime syndicates own pig farms. The last case I studied was someone about Reggie’s size. They didn’t pull the teeth but sixteen pigs took care of the rest in about 8 minutes according to the witness reports. Which…doing math…I guess it works out…math has never been my thing.”

“Yeah. One pig can go through about two pounds of uncooked meat a minute.” Bucky nodded and gestured at Reggie, “He’s about 200…so yeah…about eight minutes. Nine tops.”

“Plus the time to pull teeth and shave the head…” You said and Reggie paled while you both looked at him calmly, seriously, and contemplatively…and then he walked away stiffly back into the archives.

You smiled.

Bucky finished his coffee, “He’s obviously never watched Snatch.”

“Nope.” You said with a short laugh and finish your coffee, “I’m surprised you sat through it.��

“I…think…I was mostly confused and trying to figure it out, but it was entertaining.” He replied with a nod and tossed the cup into the bin, “So…what are you really researching?”

“I’ve been tasked with pulling records from the seventies concerning alleged HYDRA activity in Idaho.” You answered and he sat back in his seat to think, “All I’ve found is something with turning a potato into a battery and something to do with disrupting supply chains. Nothing…monumental. It has the feel of…something they gave some complaining spoiled kid of a commander to do so they’d feel important or something like that.”

“That…is possible. I vaguely remember…one of the commanders had a kid he was grooming for leadership position. The most I remember about them is I really wanted to strangle them they were that annoying.” Bucky recalled, narrowing his eyes to think about it more, “That’s all I remember. Just thinking: ‘Shut up. Shut up. Please, yes…load the grenade launcher that way…just go outside and pull the trigger. It’ll work really well and do everyone a favor.’ He didn’t…sadly.”

“I can only imagine your disappointment and the difficulty you had in hiding all of that.”

“I learned to hide what I was thinking…fast.” He said and you nodded, “They then assumed I didn’t have thoughts. People still…kind of…do that.”

“You have plenty of thoughts. Sometimes fractured, but they’re still there. There’s nothing wrong with being quiet. Quiet doesn’t mean stupid. It just means quiet.” You replied before pausing as someone exited the archives with a stack of books, “Place them down and show me the clearance forms.”

“Oh come on…” the man sighed annoyed, “You do this every day. They’re the same books every day.”

“Don’t make me ask again and don’t make me decide to pat you down, Tim. Those might become mandatory if Shelly tries to hide papers in her bra again.” You say and he looked at you just as Bucky did, “They were peaking out at the top so I caught her and reported her behavior. Then put the paper at a deeper clearance level. She is the last person that needs to know how to cook up any kind of aphrodisiac.”

“Why is that even in there?” Bucky asked as you cross referenced the books to the form given.

“I don’t know why Tony puts things in archives. I just know he does and I suspect it has something to do with replenishing the population of some nearly extinct species considering it wasn’t even for humans.” You explain and Tim shook his head but accepted the books back from you, “You’re good to go. What’s Reggie doing in there by the way?”

“He’s researching pigs right now. I don’t know why…but he’s slowly turning various shades of pale and green.” He said before leaving and you chuckled.

"We should do this again." You said with a smile and Bucky chuckled while shaking his head, amused.

"You're somethin' else, doll, I swear." he said with a smile at you and you looked at him, watching the amused contentment filter through his eyes along with a glint of hope.

It made you smile as you nodded, "Yeah...but you like it."

"I might..." he replied casually, lightly...carefully.

"And I might...thank you for your service today...with a meal of your choosing. Breakast, lunch, dinner. I'll even cook. Banishing Reggie deserves a reward." You said with a smile and watched as the thoughts swirled behind those blue eyes.

All of them. Confusion, realization, and contemplation of what he could decide on. That ranged widely from the innocent to the not so innocent he shoved down and away before letting it peek back up. Just a bit. Exploratory. Curious. Furtive.

"What about dessert?" Bucky asked, his voice a touch lower, his eyes holding your gaze, lips twitching at the sides as you smiled.

"Dessert is definitely an option."

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A/N: There. Another finished one. I may continue this. Eventually.

Next Story: Dessert

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Scorpio + she/her + stubborn/loud but still kinda shy personality + byakuya kuchiki + Frenemy type of thing and you can do whatever with them 💗 I Really love ur blog smm

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zodiac event : ♏︎ SCORPIO READER x AQUARIUS BYAKUYA ♒︎

genre: fluff wc: 1k note: pretentious captain tries to get his capable subordinate transferred to a different squad for no apparent reason?? seems suspicious

For your perfect and confident Scorpio self, you were surprisingly out of character when it came to romance and you found yourself unable to address your captain without that embarrassingly shy tone.

But with reading more and more into your sign, studying the matches and compatibilities, you discovered that your perfect match was not your captain who you were helplessly crushing on... but the substitute soul reaper himself. Your face planted into your book and thought, all of a sudden, that astrology was utter bull--

"Heyyy, wakey wakey-!!!"

Your loudmouth fellow squad member bursts in, interrupting your thoughts.

"Nh- uhg- Renji, I'm not sleeping."

You lift your head and the page gets stuck to your cheek.

The redhead grabs your arm and hoists you up.

"You're gonna be late for training again, idiot."

You flick him in the face and he lets go as you dash over to the training grounds to meet the rest of your squad who are waiting, along with him.

Stupidly small eyebrows irked in annoyance, glaring in your direction. Ugh, always so stuck up.

Yeah, you had a crush on him the moment you saw him. But when he opened his mouth it was a different story. He was always so stern and mean, particularly with you. And you had no idea why.

That was the only reason Renji got promoted to lieutenant instead of you. Because you and your captain didn't see eye to eye. You know he values you as a squad member, but his passive aggressive behaviours have been getting the best of you. You were perfectly capable and even mastered bankai before your red haired superior.

But your overconfident demeanor left you in second place.

"You're too cocky. And loud."

He added, dismissing you without a second chance.

And since then you have been training with something to prove. It's not as if you're desperate. Just determined.

The opportunity to become lieutenant meant a lot to you, and if that black haired noble pain in the ass was going to deny you so easily, you were going to put up a fight.

Until he requested for your transfer.

"Squad eleven will suit you fine."

Your jaw hit the floor. You know what he's trying to do instantly. With Yachiru already holding the lieutenant's position, and the 3rd and 5th seats already filled by Ikkaku and Yumichika... Ugh! You would be left low in the division and all of your work would've been for nothing.

So, one evening, after working up a little liquid courage in your squad barracks with Renji spurring you on (because he was also wasted) you headed to Byakuya's office.

You tapped at the shoji doors and slid them open, finding him surprisingly, in a similar state to you.

What the fuck. Was all that could really pass your mind as you stepped into his private office where he slumped over his desk. A large bottle of sake was open and when you picked it up you found it was completely drained. The small cup by his hand still had a few drops left so you picked it up and sipped the rest, savouring the exquisite taste. You could never get your hands on sake like this. You placed the cup back down and noticed the pinkish hue in his cheeks, and the way his eyes rested closed.

He was completely passed out.

So you took this opportunity to use his bottle of ink and the calligraphy brush resting in his fingers to forge your way out of your transfer. You took a fresh piece of parchment and studied his writing carefully, emulating his formal tone;

"Upon further consideration,

[name] shall remain in the sixth division."

You were about to seal the letter with his stamp, but when you were rummaging through his drawer you suddenly felt a cool grip on your wrist.

"What are you doing."

It was barely slurred, his voice deep with sleep as he regained consciousness. You had caught your captain at a bad time and he wasn't afraid to show you, pinning your wrist to the desk and ripping the paper from you.

It's only now that you realise what a mistake you have made.

Your hand reaches for your Zanpakutō on instinct but he disarms you...

With a smile.

He lets go of your wrist and sinks back on his chair, the hostile air clearing as quickly as it arrived.

You butt heads a lot, sure. But now, you admit, seeing him like this... is making you soft.

"I couldn't have you in my division any longer."

When you question him, in his drunken state, he starts to explain himself.

"With you and Renji..." he turns his head away, almost hiding his face in his palm, "I couldn't watch anymore."

What.

You can't speak.

What is he saying.

"I couldn't watch because... I'm jealous."

"U-uh- Captain- Renji and I- we're..."

"I know you're fucking."

The word sounds so crass, coming from his thin lips that utter only the most elegant language.

"Christ! Captain... We're friends!" You yell with a tone so shrill you're bound to wake the whole seireitei.

You backtrack and realise what he said.

Your brain catches up and it dawns on you that the high and mighty Captain Kuchiki of the sixth division is jealous. Of his subordinate, no less. And his relationship with... you.

"Friends? Oh."

He finally shuts up and you place a kiss to his cheek, fully understanding what's going on here. He was too arrogant just to ask, so he had to take things too far and send you away, before he even understood the situation.

His cheeks light up with a deeper blush and he rubs his temples slowly.

"Get out of my office."

"Yes captain."

A few days later you discover that your transfer was cancelled.

bleach | zodiac event

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 ((𝘱𝘢𝘤))

Pile 1

I see that you make them want to take pictures of you or record you, your energy easily makes them turned on. I see that your energy can make them cum hard or multiple times, your energy is hypnotic to them and they love hearing your voice or moans. Your energy makes them want to get closer to you and makes them more affectionate or handsy, your energy makes them want to record you doing sexual acts with them so they can watch it later. Your energy makes them addicted to you, it makes them think of you all the time. Signs- Gemini/pisces, Aquarius in 8th house/leo in 2nd house. Initials- K, G, Y

Pile 2

I see that your energy makes them want to secretly record or take pictures of you while you guys are having sex or just when you guys are together and you’re not paying attention, your energy makes them want to make love to you and they want to have slow passionate sex with you. Your energy makes them expressive and makes them more affectionate, your energy makes them want to spoil you and show you off in public. Your energy makes them horny and sometimes they just want to have a quickie to get their sexual pent up energy out, I see that your energy makes them want to have sex in the mirror and watch your body language or facial expressions. Your energy makes them want to do oral sex with you and cum in your mouth or vice versa. Signs- Leo/cancer, Capricorn in 19th house/ Leo in 2nd house. Initials- A, G, E

Pile 3

I see that your energy makes them want to get on top of you and have sex with you until you cum, your energy makes them want to blindfold you or restrain you and touch your body all over to make you feel good. Your energy makes them want to make you cum multiple times, your energy makes them want to have passionate sex with multiple times and then go out together after still coming down from your orgasms. Your energy makes them aggressive and it sometimes overwhelms them, your energy makes it hard for them to control themselves/they get extra horny or aggressive. Your energy makes them feel comfort and less self conscious, your energy makes them feral/intense and brings out their raw desires. Signs- Leo, Scorpio, Capricorn. libra in 11th house/ Leo in 6th house. Initials- T, A, Q

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Pile एक

People at your work place or school think that you're growing secretively there's this energy to you work hard in silence and let your success make noise vibe going own . They perceive you as someone who works hard in privacy and don't let others know about what they're studying or learning or earning . They may take you as someone who hasn't achieved much in their life or is behind the crowd but secretively noone knows that you're actually at top or you're going to be at top in near future. They're also aspecting to be shocked by your growth so pile 1 if this is what you're trying to achieve go and make them shocked with your growth make them their eyes and mouth wide open lol . They perceive you as someone who's outgoing and appears at those places where it seems important or where you will learn \grow in your career like appearing in seminars for self growth etc . You posses knowledge and you might like to gatekeep it . Yea girlboss gatekeeps . I stan you queen . I feel sometimes it's good to keep it all secret and not to share our knowledge with world . You've your guards up regarding gatekeeping the knowledge you gain but you're in general a person who likes to be with people and listen to their opinion. You don't fight them or oppose them you just simply listen to them like a good listener you don't even care about putting your opinion and if there's something that other person told you and it's worth having that opinion in your life then you adopt it otherwise you just listen to their opinions and let them go from other ear lol. People at your workplace or school think that you've been through so much but all of it was worth it and you are gaining rewards for the hardships that you went through they were not for vain . People at your workplace or school may think that you go through losses often but in the end you always have some profits \ rewards left in the store. They take you as someone who's type of person that always makes something from the things that other people would take as waste . You may even like to recycle things and people are amazed by the ideas and creations you come up with. They think that you may like to go and sit by the riverside under the bridge and introspect about your life while sitting there . They think you may like to sit with the person who has more experience and with older people too instead of the people of their own generation. They may think you resonate with older people lot more than the people of your own generation.

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Starting with your love life pile 2 , people at your work place or school thinks that you've a open heart and your open to love interests or dating people. But you may not want to take the action first and expect other person to show interest in you than only you'll show that you're interested in them or not . People at your workplace or school perceive you as quiet person but you'll not sit silent when something goes against you. They perceive you as someone who's more focused on short term goals than on long term goals and I think it's really good to focus on short term goals than on long term goals because in the end all the short term goals contribute to long term goals and to your growth. They may percieve you as someone who likes to be alone more and be like a lion in a den then be in a pack of wolves . They may think you've loads of questions to ask always in general you can be perceived as curious person too a person who has curiousity of kids and having a big question mark about everything. You may come off as softie to the people at your workplace or school . Someone who's not very clear with the words . Someone who have fluttering energy to them . Someone who has multiple interest like a butterfly which likes to take nector from different different flowers . You may even come off a free spirit person who likes to fly high and someone who's not afraid of being alone of taking different path from others . You may often seem as risk taker or as someone who's not afraid of things going south for them . You're seen as someone who's always emerging out of dark clouds like a sun and showing , showering their brightness to the world. You may sometimes get short tempered like suddenly having storms of emotions and then it all calming down the next second but you know the after effects of storm lasts so be careful to not often get emotional outbursts and regulate them as much as possible. You can also try chanting mantras with beads as a mediation to calm yourself down. I'm also thinking of chocolates while writing this specifically kitkat and snickers maybe they can help you calm down too. You may not like to show your victories and most of the time keep them private and lowkey sharing them only with your few closed ones like parents. You may also not like to share your hardships too and keep them to yourself and only show your perfect side to people. Like how a diamond is prepared in the same coal mine as graphite but diamond is formed under high pressure which most of the people don't have idea about. They may think you're the first in your family to do the degree or job that you're doing right now probably also seen as black sheep of family but you know it's all worth it . It's amazing to be seen as unique honestly for me atleast it is. I definitely feel the degree or the course or the job you doing right now is different from all what your family paved the path for you're the first one to do it and putting your name under it. People at your workplace or school may also think you've an amazing figure specially your back side or lateral sides can be attractive to people. And friend group or the colleagues you're with around are all unique too in their ways they all can be doing the degree or jobs for the first time in their family too but I see that all of you're so excellent and hardworking. Keep it up pile 2 it's all working in your favour

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Hi pile 3 , I feel you may also resonate with pile 2 if you wanna read it go ahead there might be some messages for you there too ! Let's start off with your reading now :) people at your workplace or school may think that you're very satisfied with whatever you're doing and not regretting it all even if it was what that wasn't in your plans. Basically blessing in disguise energy going on here. And you enjoy it with all of your heart and be thankful about it . Honestly they also think that you don't need to even put so much efforts in your work it all comes to you easily be it as assignment or any task given to you. And people obviously get jealous of that but you don't care about that because you know that lotus is always grown in mud but it always remains untouchable from the mud and keeps growing no matter what the surroundings are. Okay now your head and mouth both act and reacts different you maybe thinking of taking revenge on someone but your mouth will instead sweet talk to them and charm them lol. You may don't like to actually physically take actions if someone did bad to you instead just curse upon them mentally and then moving on from it and healing yourself that's what they all think about it. Yea you might punch air but you don't wanna punch that person's face. You're actually percieved as someone who has clear mind like they speak whats actually on their brain but this can be rare tho. You may like to have a friend group and not want to be lonely because you may like to go out after finishing your work and party or just have some walks in nature with your friends. I also feel people at your workplace or school may like your hairs and the hairstyles you do . They may think You are not intrested in having romantic relations with people from your workplace or school . You wanna keep it professional only. Office or school romance may not be your thing . And possibly you may have also turned down the love offers from those people. The people at your workplace or school see you as someone who's resourceful so that's why they get attracted to you. Sometimes you can also be seen as prideful person who's actually proud of their achievements and people may not like that about you but you're actually not afraid to showoff your achievements because why would you be when you're the one who worked their ass of for it. But you're actually percieved as someone who likes to stand on their ground and not to actually show it off so much that showing off thing may happen when you're seated around so many people and you're introducing yourself so you start off with your achievements and that's what the common people around you don't like but it's okay who cares 💅🏻. You're actually a serious person too when coming to the tasks and work given to you and that's the reason for your achievements. You're a practical person who takes the necessary action in order to kick off their goals. You don't just sit and have it all . You work for it and achieve it . Very saturn energy.

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[elusivedew]

golden.

✧ synopsis ⤐ spencer is gentle, even in the darkest hours of the night.

✧ contains ⤐ several references to sex, this is all about aftercare. post-prison spence except I haven't gotten that far yet so don't mind any inaccuracies, I just thought he deserves something nice ♡ w.c ~ 1.3k

Your muscles ache. It's a low pleasant hum reverberating through your body, similar to the feeling after a long strenuous day, but nowhere as exhausting. Your heart is still pounding in your chest like an uncontrolled feeling, but it feels so full.

Spencer, the culprit in this story, shifts beside you to pull the covers over your exposed body. He’s gentle and tentative, like he always is, especially after nights like this. It’s like he's apologizing for defiling you the way he does, always concerned about going too far or making you feel uncomfortable. He looks down at you with familiar, warm hazel eyes, and you wonder how he could ever do any of those things.

He brings you closer, an arm coming around your waist to pull you against him. You move to lay on his bare shoulder, the skin-on-skin contact soothing all your stimulated neurons. While you’re slowly coming back to earth, still slightly starry-eyed, you listen to the sound of his heartbeats. You count them, memorize them, get to know him through the organ behind the flesh. It’s so serene that you almost doze off, but Spencer’s raspy voice shakes you awake. 

“Angel.”

You hum, unmoving and consumed by the visions in your head. 

He rubs your shoulder, willing you back to the present. You move to look up at him, and his smile is so sweet that you almost can’t believe he’s the same guy from a few minutes ago. But, then again, no one who knows Spencer would expect him to be so skilled at stealing your breath right out of your body. 

That’s something that no one else will experience with him now that you’re here. You smile, feeling proud and territorial. 

“What are you smiling about?” He leans down and kisses you, you want to ask for more but you’re spent. 

“Nothing,” you whisper against his lips, “Just the fact that you're all mine.” 

He grins, wide and boyish, and you wish his face would glow like that all the time. His flushed face and messed up hair, both being your handiwork, make your heart feel like it's about to burst right out of your chest. Despite just getting your fill of him, you wish you could eat him up right now. 

“Can’t argue with that”, his eyes twinkle playfully, “we still have to get you cleaned up before you can go to bed.” 

You grunt, “god, not again.”

“I’m not letting you go to sleep like that, and you know you’re risking a UTI if you don’t pee before you knock out. It’s essential for a pleasant experience that you wash up properly after, do you know how much bodily fluid you’re covered in right now?” 

You frown, when he says it like that, it sounds really gross, but it’s what you get for being with a germaphobe.

“I hate this part.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on your forehead that smoothes your frown down, “I know you do. C’mon, I’ll help you up.” 

Getting up proves to be the easy part, getting up on your legs however, it wasn't as steady as you hoped it would be. When you're forced to sit down on the bed again because the pain pierces through your pelvis so suddenly it feels like getting electrocuted, Spencer looks concerned. 

“Cramps again? I really have to slow down next time.” 

You groan, “no, Spence, I've told you before it’s fine. Just means we had a little too much fun, and it's not a bad thing.” 

He nods hesitantly, “are you sure?” 

“Yeah I am, just,” you reach your arms out, “carry me?” 

His concern is quickly replaced by a bright smile, “gladly.”

Within a few minutes, you’re both out of the bedroom and in the bathtub. Spencer hates the bathtub. He hates sitting down to take a bath and always voices out his concerns about how counterproductive it is to soak in contaminated water. Knowing that he likes to remind you of that everytime you’re taking a bath, Spencer must be dead tired to just sit his naked butt down in the tub, but you’re not complaining. 

Because he’s the sweetest boy on earth, he helps you wash up first, getting all the spots you can’t reach yourself easily. When he’s lazily washing your hair, you decide it’s the perfect moment to start babbling about nonsense, sleep deprivation and bliss mixing together to jumble up all your coherent thoughts. 

“My favorite thing about you being away is when you come back.” 

“So there’s other good things about me being gone?” The smile is so clear in his voice. 

You turn around to scoff at him, “Spence, terrible time to be a smartass.” 

He grins, “it’s never a terrible time to be a smartass.”

It’s quiet for the rest of the bath, you let him clean you up because you can barely see anymore. It’s three in the morning and he came home around midnight. You were already tired by then, but you missed him too much to not take the chance to immediately take him to bed— it’s hard to resist your boyfriend when his hair is growing out again and he hasn’t shaved in 2 weeks.

When the bath is done, he dries you off and helps you get dressed. You’re distracted by his bare chest the whole time, watching the flexion of his arms when he puts a shirt over your head. Then you sit on the bed, observing as he gets dressed. After nearly three hours of touching him in every possible way, his body is still so mesmerizing to you. Nearly three years of being together and countless incidents of unholy experiences, and you still feel like you’re seeing him for the first time. 

“Are you done observing?”

You’re broken out of your lust-filled thoughts by the sound of his voice. Looking up at his face, you're met by a crooked smile that makes you slightly breathless. He walks over to the edge of the bed where you’re sitting, and you welcome him with open arms. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You grin, arms tightly secured around his waist. He runs his fingers through your hair, “you’ve never been a very good liar.” 

Your final step getting ready for bed is letting him braid your hair. You always ask him to do it for you because he’s magical with his hands, his braid always coming out perfectly in a way you could never manage. You’ve taught him a lot about how to care for your hair, and as he tentatively and gently crosses the strand to draw up his perfect braid, you can’t help but think about how good of a father he would be if you ever had a little girl. 

When all of that's done, there's nothing coming between you and the bed anymore. You curl up under the covers as he slips in beside you. You're both tired, from the long day and the long night, but the sense of bliss that comes over you is possibly the most satisfied you've ever been. 

You look at him, reaching out to trace the outline of his stubble. He leans into your touch eagerly while you admire him some more, feeling every small detail over his skin. You know he needs the tenderness just as much as you do, especially when he's had long days at work. You know all the monsters he sees at his job secretly haunt him, and you know that he feels hopeful every time he's in your arms— because the world doesn't have to end every time he has to confront cruelty, and there’s love and adoration out there that almost overpowers the poisonous hate.

You reach for his hands, kissing the calluses on his fingertips. You know holding his gun comes with heavy responsibility, a responsibility that’s made him so much tougher than he was when he first started. When you’re done planting a kiss on every fingertip, you kiss his lips one more time, because you love him and you want him to know it. He smiles into the kiss and you’re sure he does. 

The gold in his eyes is the last thing you see before falling asleep. 

[moonlitrogue]

Full Moon x Pick A Card : What you need to hear 📝🌛

Some channeled messages that this full moon’s energy brings to the collective. All specific and general details are meant for a certain part of the collective. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t and if you are drawn to more than one pile feel free to read them! Let me know if it resonates. 👒

pile 1

angel number : 555 | song : blooming today by sung ki kyung

hello, pile 1! i see you have had an exhausting cycle. some of you have been identifying with external conflicts and the sludge of other people’s projections with your own vibe. this group is either young, or sheltered. or you may have limited interactions with the world. holding and understanding pain is not your purpose right now. if you have been tangled with other people’s shadows or confronting their unhealed behaviour, remember to take due care of yourself. i hear, “drop the anchor”.

you need a little more muscle and structure in you, to not be blown away by things you dislike or bring disturbance. we can’t avoid being agitated or moved by the currents of life, but you also need to find stillness so that, you are able to receive the wisdom that comes out of situations which are ‘threatening’. how will you find this stillness? 

deep, regulated, conscious breathing. the one thing you have been doing, since you came into this world, it is the one thing connecting us within. and regulating our functions from the chaos. 

some of you have artistic abilities and talent. you are called to explore any creative medium during this cycle. this stage of your life calls for introspection and exploration of your creative side. creating a sanctuary, a paradise for yourself is closer to your life’s purpose.

“curation”, im hearing that word a lot. curation of knowledge and resources. in this cycle, you will be provided with opportunities to expand and learn. you’re called to deepen your understanding of yourself. you need a ‘base’ to work on and have a footing in this world. don’t be afraid to be a beginner, a learner. the roots need to go deep to ensure your growth and survival, and to keep the flower above the ground blooming.

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pile 2

angel number : 1111 | song - antenna by hyukoh, 落日飛車, sunset rollercoaster

you feel restless pile 2. im channeling the placements for sun in taurus, moon in pisces, saturn in cancer/virgo and north node/8h scorpio. if it doesn’t resonate with your placements, that’s alright, it is only a specific vibe i got for some of you. i was told, “your quest, your mission is on its way.” 

some of you are recovering from ill health. im hearing you need more of omega-3, so include some tuna, mackerel, flaxseeds, chia, walnuts and edamame beans in your diet, whatever your preferences may be. 

i feel a lot is going at the mind and body level - maybe, anxiety, you’re in need of fresh air and good ventilation, maybe even a clean-up of your surroundings. there could be a change of scenery, traveling, it could even be a short-term movement. 

why am i channeling so many things for you?

you could be at a crossroads. preparing to enter a transformational phase. for this reason, you are looking for answers and the universe wants to tell you : the answer is now, the answer is you.

you have worked on something for a long time. and you are getting close to its fruition. you may not have noticed how much you have grown during this journey. what a wonderful job! the universe is so proud of you! 

you have come a long way and with all the challenges you have overcome, you have also acquired all those skills. it feels like you have absorbed the know-how and have it in your inventory. 

keep being in the flow, soften your mind, keep reminding yourself that you have got this. your dream is closer than you know. this is a moment to rest and refine, that is all. 

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pile 3

angel number : 1221 | song : pined for you my whole life by matt maltese

there is wonderful news on the horizon for you pile 3. you guys have such a charming and dreamy energy. such romanticists. why do i feel some of you are being pursued or courted? there is a cloud of pining around you!

now the message coming through for you is that you gotta not be so slippery lol. why are you putting so much energy into daydreaming and pining when you have people for you, willing to lay themselves at your feet? you have the opportunity to live out your fantasies, so what are you waiting for?

ah, the comfort of your imagination is hard to leave? i get it, pile 3. believe it or not, you coy mfs make it hard for some people to live and breathe. it is not just the case of desire but the gift of being able to connect with you, genuinely.

and because you are so blessed with intelligence, you know who is good for you. you know who complements your energy, and this person is itching to spoil you. 

give yourself the permission to be seen. vulnerability is challenging and you are allowed to take baby steps. and you don’t even need to initiate, it seems. i hear “don’t complicate it, keep it simple, simple is so attractive”.

on a more general note, i hear how “blessed” you are and how “lucky”. you are mostly grateful and don’t take things for granted. so, it creates these ripples where things come to you “with ease”. maybe your own personal efforts could be dismissed, or the hurdles be discounted from your achievements. 

you may have to deal with expectations or people diminishing your success. that invalidation is really uncalled for. don’t use that excuse to undervalue what you do, okay? 

validation is only an added bonus, people are not always qualified or observant or compassionate. 

a lot of this pile’s wounds seem to be related to wanting to be recognized. we were never meant to be alone, afterall. you will always be the first witness to your journey.

i recommend journaling. there are a lot of ways to go about documenting your life and you can look for less effort-intensive ways. “one line” journals are also helpful. you can even record your own voice narrating a week or a month in your life. 

there is no need to be ashamed of your achievements, pile 3.  people will learn to recognize it in due time but in the meanwhile, keep going and celebrate with the ones who DO recognize and cherish you. 

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pile 4

angel number : 1010 | song - the flood by aurora

have you parted ways with someone who meant a lot to you? im sorry my dear, pile 4. i know how much they meant to you, and vice versa. you each carry so much of the other’s love and quirks. yeah, you guys seem inseparable. in fact, this break may be necessary for you to look at the world and take a breather from the expectations and influences of each other. to some of you, this break can even bring peace or a different perspective. i’m getting that this is a professional break. maybe one or both of you could be exploring opportunities, pursuing a career or work that has placed a lot of demands in a way that has led to this separation. 

im a little confused with the contrast because, i sense this loyalty and connection, but also sadness. for one group, it is possible you will both do your own thing for a while. this connection is one of a kind and i do see reunion of sorts on the cards. you both have so far had the front seat privilege of cheering each other, witnessing the highs and the lows. this period will be a reset. if you are seeking reassurance, i hear better days are coming. 

for another group, you will sort of realise this person was idolised and now you will be able to drop that idea. if they have triggered you, this will be an opportunity to reflect on it. the other person is also going through an important lesson, and i hear the word ‘illusion’. it is possible if you guys ever do make the decision of reuniting, you will drop any illusion, or be more honest and clear with your communication. 

this theme also extends to the rest of your own identity. you are thirsting to know what is ‘real’, and what is ‘true’. you want to slither between the gaps and know things on an intimate level. you want to savour this world in its raw form. how delightful. this could be the start of something new. a new pathway forming in your brain, the way you see and connect with the outer world. 

are your interactions merely reactive, or are they coming from a place of curiosity, wanting to understand better. are you in a glass wall, only seeing the other person from within a closed space, or can you see the light dancing in their eyes and the weight they place behind certain words? these are the questions, the energy of this full moon prompts you.

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dividers by @strangergraphics

[midnightshindig]

So I'm not sure if your requests are open, so feel free to ignore this

Could I have a magical girl reader with nolan? You know those memes where the most powerful thing in media is friendship, so why not have the embodiment of friendship take revenge for her friends

Like maybe they were even buddy buddy themselves

You can decide if this is like a romantic type setting or not, along with if she kills him or not

Nolan & Magical Girl! Reader

since magical girls are usuaully (although NOT always!!) High schoolers, I decided it would be a conflict of interest for there to be romance, but dw I gotchu!

I just watched the pilot for "I dont' want to be a magical girl" (GOOOOO watch it if you haven't the VA is hilarious and the animatic is so good and comedy is punctual as hell) so that might influence this a little

hcs under the cut!

"Nolaaannnn!!" You come barreling at him, tackling him into a hug

You're older than your title would suggest, being in your mid twenties by now

but you've been doing this magical girl shit since you were fourteen, so don't underestimate you!

Either way, this prlongued career introduced you to Nolan, the batman to your sailor moon

It's giving "I think we have to kill this guy, Y/n." "Aw shucks...."

This has been the dynamic of your friendship for the last five or so years, meeting through a kaiju battle on the sea bordering Japan.

Since then the two of you regularly team up when he's in your part of the world

He won't lie, he finds your bright and bubbly nature charming

plus I mean come on, Magic Magic Starship beam? hilarious.

Your magic comes from a magical mascot and its all super cute and whatever

Nolan doesn't like it

and it doesn't like Nolan.

And it won't tell you why it doesn't like Nolan, just that he seems too familiar

But who cares!! You two have fun, he's a good fighter, plus, you're pretty sure you're breaking through to him

"Power of friendship? That's where your power comes from?" He asks incredulously, taking a bite of his burger as the two of you fly around Japan

"Mmmhm!" You beam back at him "I know it sounds corny, but it's true. The power generated due to human connection and community is what gives me my abilities. It's a very powerful thing, you know, friendship." You took a sip of your milkshake, shifting to be flying on your back lazily "I think our friendship is my favorite, though."

Nolan coughed "us? Friends? I'm sorry Y/n but I don't have friends."

"Ugh this again- Omniman come onnnnn you and me are best buds! Get over yourself and let me love youuuu" You tease, squishing your cheeks together dramatically

Nolan rolls his eyes, finishing of his burger and dropping the wrapper into the sky "Race you to Shibuya? I'm picking up Sushi for my wife for dinner, special request, she likes a restaurant there."

You roll your eyes back, with a smile "Yeaahhhh sure, but if I win you have to buy me some too!!"

He grins, knowing it won't happen "Okay- Go!"

You've already started, but It won't matter

he's stronger and faster than you'll ever be

This doesn't matter much, though, and you keep fighting together

culminating in one particular fight with a particularly evil space princess

"Oh god not this bitch..." you mutter under your breath, before tightening your grip on your magic wand

"Friend of yours?" Nolan asks, approaching from the other side of the world "I was in the area" he lies

you can tell, but choose not to say anything

"Yeah, she's like convinced she'd my sister and wants me to help her take over the Earth."

Nolan's ears prick up at this

Take over the Earth?

Not on his watch.

He allows you to fight the woman for an extended period of time, staying benched until it appears the woman might kill you

"It was good knowing you, Y/n. I wish you could've joined my side..." her own magical beam charges, aimed at your head

and Nolan panics a little

He could easily kill her after she kills you

it would save him the effort of having to kill you himself later

but the pang in his heart won't let him, and before he knows it, he's got the space princess by the throat, flying so fast he breaks the sound barrier into space

Once out of earshot, he pulls the princess close "The Earth isn't yours to conquer. And if you ever come back, or lay your hands on Y/n again, I will fucking kill you and your entire people."

He returns to Earth to check on you, finding you right where he left you

"Awwwww you big sap, you worried about me!" You beam up at him, as he carries you to a hospital

"Of course not, don't be silly."

"Oh cmonnnnn we're friends after all!"

He sighs a deep, reluctant sigh "Yeah, okay. You're right, I'm your friend."

"and I'm yourrsssssssss" You grinned, loopy from the pain

"Yeah... sure." Nolan relented "I'm your friend."

It's a couple years later, and you're pushing twenty eight when Nolan tries to take over the world

You'd been retired for a year or two at this point, but how could you sit at home and watch this happen?

Ugh- you'd even need the support of your old teammates, who you called frantically

thankfully, they saw the news and had the same idea

So a five person magical girl group of late 20's women go to help Mark as they make their way to the scene of the fight

Well it doesn't matter because Nolan CRASHES right into your crew, Mark under him as the two fight

"Okay ladies, lend me your strength!"

"Wait, Y/n did we just come here so you can power u-"

"YES MEI NOW LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH-!" You grit out with a smile

"okay, jesus...."

So you like smile magic princess baja blast the shit out of Nolan, which only serves to get his attention

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Get out of here!" He yelled, venom in his voice and blood (not his own) dripping off of his face and fists

"Not until you stop being an asshole, Omniman!"

"IM SERIOUS Y/N GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."

You glared at him "IM serious, stop now."

He stood up, holding Mark down with his foot as he faced you "You don't want to do this."

He wasn't leaving you much of a choice "You're right," tears welled in your eyes "I don't."

Taking your magical wand in your hands, you began to twirl it, the girls on your team recognizing the move with deadly perception. You'd only used it once.

The air around you began to swirl into a vortex, the girls on your team funneling behind you to avoid the blast

You could only hope it missed the boy.

"I CAST: MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP-"

(god Idk how to write action bear with me)

and it NUKES The guy.

NUUUUUUKES THE GUY

Nolan? Dead. BONES.

You descend to ground level, pulling the-- thankfully alive-- Mark from the rubble

"Hey- thank you. Uhm.... fuck..." Mark is bloody and bruised and barely able to talk, close to passing out

you pull Mark up, carrying him like how Nolan carried you, to the hospital.

It's a bittersweet memory...

I guess you weren't friends after all.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐔𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧- 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

This photo is such a good example of how tailoring your fashion style to compliment your rising sign just helps you GLOW with your natural features.

Disclaimer: This is my own opinion as an astrologer and I am slightly biased because this man is my bias (one of them) and he has my heart hook, line and sinker.

Hongjoong is a Scorpio stellium with a Capricorn Rising so Mars and Saturn are his two most influential rulers and come on- can't you tell?

He looks amazing in everything he wears (even the mushroom bowl cut) BUT the biggest reason why my favourite hair colour on Hongjoong is his natural brunette is because Saturn represents minimalism, 'clean', 'efficiency' etc.

Hongjoong already has a gorgeous bone structure, he's got a sharp jawline and cheekbones, beautiful teeth and a long vertical line- it's why he appears taller than he actually is.

But his features are fine and dainty, he has a lithe build which is common for people with Capricorn Rising- they don't tend to have a lot of curvature unlike their sister sign Cancer.

So when he has bright hair or light-coloured hair, it can diminish his natural features whereas his natural dark hair sharpens them.

A common phrase with a Capricorn Rising is 'less is more'.

This velvet suit he wore is another great example and one of my faves, he is a Gemini Moon so he does like a little bit of colour but it is still dark enough and cool-toned for it to compliment his features.

Cool/neutral/monochromatic tones look the best on him which also matches his Capricorn Rising.

Hongjoong is not a DILF, he is a 100% pure sugar daddy at heart.

And what photos of Hongjoong you see where the 'he's such a daddy' comments are most active?

When he's wearing these tailored monochromatic outfits that are minimal (ish), classic and timeless and combined with his natural hair colour- bring out his natural beauty and elegance.

That 'Here's $1,000 in your account because you've been such a sweet angel lately' sugar daddy/leader energy we all love about him (and makes me want to crawl for him) is the most evident when he caters to the Capricorn/Saturnian influence in his natal chart.

And a quick shout out to this fancall when he wore this navy blue jumper and he had his dark hair parted with minimal makeup and he looks like a walking EDWARD CULLEN here.

One of my favourite looks purely for the fantasy alone.

I love this fancall because this fancall was when he revealed that the Atiny's appearance and style was 'his type' and said he found them physically attractive- which just helped me affirm that his type is just 'grunge/goth/emo/alt with a feminine twist'.

It also helped affirm my theory that whilst Hongjoong adores all Atiny's, he does give a lil extra 'boyfriend treatment' to the Atiny's who bias him- which is definitely unlike his Scorpio stellium at all (said sarcastically).

[aestrologist]

🔮💫 pick a card for a message 🃏🏹

card one // five of chalices

pisces (moon/rising/venus)

don’t let your eyes grow bigger for what you can’t have. it’s time to leave things to rest, and cherish the moments you have right now. trust in yourself that you know best, even if it means giving up the control you desperately want. if you had it your way, would you rather make ripples in the water or waves?

card two // page of pentacles

scorpio (sun, mars, saturn)

you may not be familiar with the circumstance or situation currently, but that’s okay. you must be cautious, as deception may hide in plain sight. look around you— are things thriving because they meet the bare minimum or because they are nourished? i’m sensing if you pick this card, there may be something going on with not seeing the bigger picture. sometimes things really are too good to be true.

card three // ten of pentacles

cancer (sun, moon, venus)

nostalgia is a silent killer of all happiness. you cannot look back or daydream about the life you could have had— because at the end of the day you can drastically change whenever you want to. if you are stuck in this loop, it would be good for you to step out of your comfort zone. stop the self pity, and realize you already have what you’ve been daydreaming about.

[ileyable]

Nanami, though reserved, would certainly be more intimate in his quiet, thoughtful way when he feels it’s the right moment. His affection would be deep and steady, expressed through small but meaningful gestures that let you know just how much he cares.

FLUFF,WHOSLESOME ;)

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All the Time in the World

The door opens, and Nanami stands there, framed in the glow of the hallway lights. His eyes soften the moment he sees you, shoulders easing as if being with you is the calm he’s been needing, too. Without a word, he steps inside, closing the door and gently taking your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Long day?” he asks, his voice low and warm. He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, his touch lingering just a second longer than usual.

You nod, feeling the tension in your shoulders start to ease under his gaze. “Too long.”

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he studies your face, as if he’s reading every bit of exhaustion etched there. “You don’t have to carry all of it on your own, you know.”

Without another word, he draws you into a gentle embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head. You feel his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh, letting yourself relax into him.

“Why don’t you sit down,” he murmurs, his hand brushing lightly down your arm as he leads you to the couch. He goes to the kitchen, pulling out a few takeout boxes and setting them on the table with a quiet confidence that makes you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Once he’s settled next to you, you share a meal in comfortable silence. But you catch him looking at you every so often, his gaze lingering with a depth of affection that makes your cheeks warm. He reaches over, brushing a thumb across your cheek softly, as if he can’t help but be close to you.

“You’re beautiful when you’re working hard,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity. “But you don’t have to try so hard. I’m here.”

You smile, touched by his words, and he leans in, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck as he kisses you, slow and unhurried, like you’re the only thing he cares about in the world at that moment. His lips are warm and gentle, his touch both protective and tender, as if he’s trying to pour all his feelings into that single kiss.

Afterward, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around the both of you. He settles back, letting you rest against his chest, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along your arm. You can feel his breath against your hair, his closeness grounding you in a way nothing else can.

As the night deepens, he holds you close, his voice soft as he murmurs, “I’ll be here, no matter how tired you are or how heavy it feels. You don’t have to hold it all alone.”

His words wrap around you, as steady and comforting as his embrace. You close your eyes, feeling utterly safe and cherished in his arms, and you know that this quiet intimacy—the way he simply is with you—is the truest expression of his love.

[twistedteatime]

Signs

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Scorpio!Reader

A/N: Birthday fluff for Bucky. It's late, but I FINISHED it. I'm proud of myself for actually finishing it. Summary: It's Bucky's birthday. He forgot but you most definitely didn't. With the rest of the team off on a mission, you show up to celebrate with him with a gift that brings back a lot of memories. You also answer one of his questions about modern dating. Warnings: LANGUAGE. Sexual innuendos. Talk of animal cruelty. Mentions of violence. Confused!Bucky. Fluff. That's about it I can think of.

Word Count: 4.7k

Master List: Scorpio AU

AO3 Link: Signs

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What did you just call him?

Confusion was not something new for him. Far from it. It was a daily occurrence for James “Bucky” Barnes, and not simply since breaking free from HYDRA. The second time at least.

However, the confusion he felt usually stemmed in some way shape or form from Steve. Be it why he was tall instead of small or who the hell he even was or was saying. If it wasn’t his best friend it was how to exist in the modern world with how different it was when it came to slang, pop culture, and dating.

Bucky had tried, several times, to get himself back into it. He failed each time. Not necessarily crashing and burning, usually, but enough that he had determined it might be best to just stop trying until he was in a better place and mentally prepared to deal with the vast differences between himself and his dates.

That and their obsessions with his arm. It got uncomfortable sometimes how fixated they were on it. Though, he did have to credit one for the idea of just putting it in the dishwasher to clean it. That worked phenomenally well and the look on everyone’s faces the first time had been priceless.

Sam had tried setting him up on a few blind dates. Those were usually okay just not for him. Steve…there was no way Bucky was going to go along with anyone he suggested ever again. He valued what was left of his sanity far too much.

The one time he had agreed she was practically a female version of pre-Captain America Steve. He had spent the entirety of the date trying not to get arrested, shot, or caught while keeping her safe as she raided a pharmaceutical company’s animal testing lab. One second she was asking if he liked animals, the next was if he thought lab experiments were fair, and then he was somehow standing in a red flashing hallway with an arm full of cats confused.

He did get a cat out of that, though. She was not fond of his date and had just launched herself into his jacket with a hiss and a claw baring swipe. It was adorable and gave him an excuse to not have to see his date again.

“Alpine doesn’t like her and if Alpine doesn’t like someone then I don’t like them.” He said while hugging the white, purring, kitten rubbing against his face.

Steve tried suggesting other people, but Bucky refused. One Steve-brained hero was enough. More than enough.

Natasha was the only one that was safe when it came to trying to get him to date. She just didn’t. She simply left him to his own devices and told everyone else to leave him alone. Bucky appreciated it immensely.

That didn’t mean Natasha didn’t do that sort of thing. She did. Constantly. With pretty much everyone she could except for him and she knew a lot of people.

Bucky was always meeting someone new she was introducing to someone else. If a week went by when she didn’t introduce him to some new person it put him on edge. It was a part of the routine so when she finally introduced him to you he had thought nothing of it.

Well…other than that you were easily the most gorgeous of the women she’d brought by as a date for someone not him. You were an absolute doll, too. He was almost jealous of Steve that day. Almost. It didn’t work out and he just couldn’t figure out why.

You were lovable, easy to talk to, with a magnetic personality that pulled people in and a sassy wit that never ceased to bring a smile to his face. Your tongue was sharper than his knives at times and he liked it. Most of the time. Sometimes it said very confusing things.

Like now.

Happy Birthday, Fish Boy?

“What?” he asked as he blinked at you, blue eyes swimming in confusion as you sat across from him in his living room, one leg crossed over the other putting your glorious curves on display, “Fish boy?”

You sighed with a small playful smile and roll of your eyes, “Yeah. You’re a Pisces. Y’know…zodiac sign? Pisces is represented by two fish swimming around each other. So…Fish Boy.”

“Today’s my birthday?” he asked, blinking, and you nodded.

“Yes…it’s the 10th of March today, Bucky.” You answered easily, not judging or teasing him for it, and smiled as Alpine hopped up onto your lap and inserted her head under your hand for attention, “Hey, there, sweetie. I was wondering where you were. Were you plotting how to get the birds out the window again?”

“Mao.”

“I’m starting to get jealous of that thing.” Bucky said and you chuckled while petting the white cat affectionately.

“Well, it was her birthday. I had to buy her a cat tree. She stopped knocking your books off the shelf, didn’t she?” you asked and he nodded, wondering why no one else had said anything to him about his birthday, something you could see as you looked at his blue eyes and the way they shifted and shimmered, “They’re on a mission out in the Pacific…somewhere.  Different time zones. They’ll probably call later. It’s still early here.”

“Oh, right. Yeah…” he sighed.

He still had a tough time remembering certain things. Dates being a big one. Most of the time, Bucky could get by with dates as long as he put them in his phone or on a calendar to remember them with. Some things, like covert mission dates, he couldn’t do that with. Other things, like his birthday, he just didn’t think to.

It was just another day. One that didn’t feel like it belonged to him anymore. It belonged to the old Bucky, not this one.

Sure, he’d go out if his friends took him, but it was just another day. Yet it had brought you to his apartment with a large box. One he initially had assumed was yet another toy for Alpine.

You spoiled the cat. Toys, treats, a massive cat tree that took up the entirety of one whole window that Alpine adored spending hours exploring and jumping around on. Bucky only outwardly complained about it, but he didn’t mean it. Seeing Alpine happy made him happy and you always brought him something, too.

Usually coffee, food, or a book. Sometimes you brought a record, one he hadn’t heard since the 40s, and not a reproduction either. You never told him where you found them, though. You refused to reveal your “source” because then you wouldn’t be able to surprise him with them.

Bucky appreciated the attention to detail you had when it came to his likes and dislikes. You were also usually one of the first people to notice if his moods shifted, or rather when they did. You read him like a book regardless of whether or not he wanted you to and that was without mind reading powers.

You just knew.

“So…” he started, pulling himself from his thoughts before you had a chance to, and smiled teasingly, “What’d you get me? It better be good after the cat fortress you got Alpine.”

You simply gestured to the cardboard box on the coffee table between you with a small smirk. It was one of the ones he loved most: Sassy and victorious. You were hard to fluster and you gave as good as you got from everyone.

It was probably one of the things they liked about you. Even Loki. That day had been interesting.

Thor had decided to visit and brought his brother along. There were still some tense feelings between the Avengers and the God of Mischief, which you made abundantly clear while walking into the room.

“Why the hell does it feel like I walked into the episode of some soap opera were everyone is confronted with the fact they all slept with someone’s murdered husband?” you had asked, catching them all off guard save for Bucky who had seen you walk in, nose in a book.

“An opera of cleaning…” Thor started confusedly but your eyes already landed on Loki and shifted from confusion to instant understanding.

“Oh. You brought the God of Kneel Before Me and Obey.”

“He apologizes for tha-”

“You didn’t even take people on a date first.”

“Who are you, again?” Loki asked, curious, a bit put off, and fishing for something to make a rebuttal with.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, brother. She…I don’t know what she does…but she does read many books and tomes.”

“What I do is I put up with you. You eat my Pop Tarts from the break room again and I will make your every visit here a living nightmare of hellish proportions and torment.”

“I will replace the box immediately.” Thor replied instantly, eyes wide, fear flashing over his eyes that Bucky didn’t quite understand yet didn’t question, particularly as his brother just laughed.

“I like her.” Loki laughed and then went on to ask what you were reading, falling into, an occasionally insult fueled, conversation about your book.

Loki often visited on his own afterwards. Usually to discuss some book or event with you. It was this that eventually caused Bucky to find himself having a strangely deep conversation with the god about conflicting feelings on control, a shared hatred of electrical shocks, and knives.

He was a bit overwhelming to converse with at times, but you always managed to step in before an argument occurred. The frequency of which eventually caused Loki and him to start wondering if you did have powers of some sort after all. You neither confirmed nor denied anything.

“What’s in it?” Bucky asked as he pulled the box closer to him, feeling the weight of it.

“Don’t shake it. Just open it.” You said as he lifted it onto his lap.

Bucky opened the box carefully and blinked.

It was a cake, in a pan, chocolate if he had to guess by the smell of it and the thin layer of frosting on it. He recognized it at once. Not that it was cake, but the type of cake.

You knew Bucky didn’t like most cakes and you quickly realized why when you saw Steve forcing himself to eat his own birthday cake someone made him.

It was too rich.

Though both Steve and Bucky liked chocolate, what people seemed to forget was that candy and cakes were different now than when the two super soldiers were kids, growing up, and even during the war. The ingredients were different. The flavors were different.

“I found a recipe I think you’ll like.” You said as he took it out of the box then looked at the wrapped gift underneath, “You can open that after you try a bit of the cake I spent the better part of a week getting right.”

“Was it really that hard?” he asked, frowning, and you smiled as you got up to go into his kitchen, carrying Alpine as she utterly refused to move.

“You’ll understand in a few minutes. Believe me.” You answered, grabbing a fork for him then handing it to him, “Try it.”

Bucky took the fork from you and paused before digging it into the corner of the pan and scooping out a bite. It looked just like he remembered and when he put it into his mouth he was instantly taken back to his mother’s kitchen. The last birthday he had with her and his family.

The tears were instant. So was the shock. So were the questions as he looked at you when you sat down next to him and pulled out the wrapped present from the box. They were there when you handed it to him while taking the cake pan…while trying to take the cake pan.

“I’m not going to eat it on you, James. Believe me. I’m a little caked out myself, but this…” you said while holding the present, “Will answer some of your questions.”

Bucky just nodded and relinquished the pan to you before opening the present carefully.

It was a picture frame but what was in it took his breath away. Old, faded, and worn beneath the glass was a single sheet of paper yellowed and brittle with age. The handwriting on it brought more tears to his eyes as he ran his fingers over the letters lightly.

How?

That was the one question running through his mind as he looked down at his mother’s handwriting that listed out the ingredients for a chocolate birthday cake. Elegant, graceful, and yet difficult to decipher if one wasn’t accustomed to reading it. He even found it hard it had been so long.

Why it had taken you a week of perfecting the recipe he understood. Some things weren’t called the same names as they are now and he doubted you would know what some of it meant right off the bat no matter how smart you were. There was also the fact that it was only a list of ingredients. There were no directions at all. Only ingredients.

“Keep going, then I’ll explain.” You said gently and his brows furrowed before he continued and set the frame down carefully on the coffee table then looked at what was beneath it.

Two books. One much thicker than the other as it was made with thick plastic pages that, when he opened the simple black cover, he saw were filled with more pages. All of them were recipes written on scraps of paper in his mother’s handwriting. Some were pieced back together before they had been carefully put between the sheets to preserve them.

Cake recipes, johnny cake recipes, pickles, bread, relish, chutney, everything she cooked and had thought to write down. Some of it was gone. Broken off and lost to the ages, but so much was preserved and there.

How?

Looking at the smaller book, he saw it was a new one. Brand new. Crisp white lettering on light blue on the cover.

A Collection of Recipes by Winifred Barnes.

He opened it and looked at you, blinking as he tried to dam the impending flood, and looked back. Thumbing through it, he saw what each page had a photo of one of the papers in the other book and next to it was a neatly typed out translation. Some of them had directions on how to prepare them. Others did not and had lines beneath the ingredients. A space to write in the directions.

The dam broke.

How? Why? How?

“Shhh…” you soothed as the tears began to fall from his eyes, setting the cake down on the table before pulling him into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tight yet still careful not to crush, “I wanted to make you a cake you’d enjoy eating. I know things are different now than they were then. The food’s different. There was less additives and artificial crap then…and with the Depression…you couldn’t get everything a cake today would have so they’d have to improvise with things. So…I…got it in my head I’d try to track down an old recipe book or something. That only sounded simple.”

“You did this in a week? How’d you find…” Bucky asked, his voice thick as he sniffled and you chuckled.

“The cake was a week; all of this has been at least two months. I knew I’d have to start early. I’m used to research, but doing my daily research on top of this research…yeah, I had to start early. I went to a few estate sales, antique shops, you name it. Nothing that dated that far back. Then I finally found an old thrift store in Brooklyn, near where I get your records…which is still a secret by the way and found a box. In that box was a huge stack of recipes.” You explain while rubbing his back gently, “Then I saw the name on the box and thought: ‘Holy shit. No way. No fucking way.’ Obviously, I bought it immediately and did some digging.”

“I never told you my mom’s name…did Steve?” Bucky asked and you shook your head.

“No, but he does know about this. He may have been my guinea pig for some things and he may have puked a few times as a result. I just dug into your records to find your mom’s name.” You answer and gently wipe the tears off his cheeks with a smile as he chuckled at the idea of you and Steve in a kitchen conspiring and Steve, once again, subjecting himself to an unknown concoction of things, “Then the…deciphering began.”

“I can’t even read some of this…” Bucky admitted and you nodded, a look of horror on your face as you did.

“Yeah…she had a tendency to write s as r and q’s, g’s, z’s, and p’s can all look exactly the same if you don’t know what you’re reading. Then figuring out the ingredients came, and Steve helped with that, but he couldn’t help with how to actually make things. He tried once and it was a disaster so I never let him touch the food ever again.” You said and Bucky laughed lightly as he nodded imagining you angrily swatting his best friend away from a pot of something black and bubbling.

“I’m surprised there’s a kitchen left intact.” He said and you groaned.

“There almost wasn’t when we tried at my place. There’s a reason he shoved money at me that one time a few weeks back. He had to buy me a new stove after whatever napalm he concocted destroyed the old one.” You said then smiled, “That’s when I decided to move the experiments to the compound. I don’t care if we ruin Tony’s crap. It took a few iterations to get this right. When it says sour milk…it means sour milk. Not sour cream, not buttermilk, sour…milk…and that means I had to actually…get…real milk. Not the shit they sell at the market. I had to find a farmer’s market that sold milk in the glass bottles.”

“You went…through…all of this…for me?” Bucky asked and you nodded with an easy smile.

“Well, yeah. You deserve it, first and foremost, and don’t you go thinking I tortured myself doing it. I learned a lot and actually enjoyed it a bit. I never knew there were three original different 3 Musketeer bar flavors you could buy all at once going into this and I’m disappointed they aren’t around.”

“Sugar rations.” He said with a sigh but then smiled, “Thank you…for this. I…”

You nodded with a gentle smile that brought a fuller one to his face. You understood what it meant to him and looking into your eyes Bucky found himself relaxing with the knowledge that you always knew. He didn’t need to say it because you always knew what he meant without words.

“Are you sure you can’t read minds?” he asked and you laughed.

“I’m sure. I’d probably go nuts if I could from all the very perverted and ungentlemanly thoughts that run through men’s minds whenever I walk by in a dress.” You said and smirked a bit with a chuckle as he swallowed a bit, the memory of the last time you had shown up in a dress flashing across his mind, “Particularly yours.”

“I…do no such thing.” He said, narrowing his eyes at you, “Unlike most guys in this day and age I know how to treat a lady properly.”

“Treating a lady properly and imagining what running your hands over her curves could feel like are not the same thing…nor are they mutually exclusive, Bucky.” You replied smoothly and he chuckled before looking back at the cake and everything you had given him.

“You’re an absolute doll…you know that, right?” he asked.

“I’ve been told on occasion…but you’re the only one I’ll accept it from. Anyone else I punch.” You said and he looked at you curiously, “What?”

“You punch people?”

“Yeah. I punch a lot of people. Do you have any idea how many people walk into the archives and try to steal shit? At least every other day. Why do you think I’m down there?” you asked and he blinked.

“You never explained what you do in the compound past that you work in the archives. Nat just told us you were her friend and she was gonna introduce you to Steve.” He said and you nod, “I still don’t understand how that didn’t work out.”

“Because Steve has the self-preservation instincts of a rabid chihuahua stuffed inside a rottweiler’s body.”

Bucky burst out laughing while nodding. Someone finally understood. Most people compared him to a golden retriever. Sweet, loyal, cuddly.

They had no idea how stupidly tenacious he could be. How reckless he could be. How many fucks he didn’t give about anything once he got it in his head what the right course of action would be.

“Yes.” Bucky laughed, “Little punk would get into every fight in Brooklyn he could up against guys three times his size.”

“Would? Bucky he still does shit like that, there just aren’t as many people three times his size now.” You reply with a laugh and he nods with his own.

“That’s true. So how do you know Nat? Really?” he asked and you smiled.

“That’s a long story, Bucky, but the abridged version of it is that she was working undercover in a club I was the bouncer for, yes it’s a thing, and I knocked some guy out that decided to try and roughly grab her ass. I’d already tried deescalating with him several times before and he didn’t listen so…I punched him. That’s probably why she tried to set me up with Steve, but there’s a difference between Steve and me doing my job. I obviously found out the truth about her after a while and then she introduced me to Tony as someone to work in archives to keep the peace down there.”

“Is it really that bad?” Bucky asked and you nodded seriously.

“Yes. It doesn’t matter how high someone’s I.Q. is or how smart they are. They turn into little toddlers with tantrums or meat headed morons if they don’t get their way. Tony hires the best and brightest minds, that also means he tends to hire people with huge egos. It takes them some time to learn to not screw around with me when they’re new and I routinely have to take people down a couple pegs. I don’t care if you graduated from M.I.T at the top of your class. You’re going to wait like a good little boy for your turn at the Pym Papers.” You said and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “Seriously. Come down and visit me sometime.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Please do. Friday. Wear the leather jacket, put on some cologne, bring some coffee, and smile. Two o’clock. Reggie needs to learn manners that I can’t teach him and I’ll make you another cake anytime you want if you can get him to stop asking my sign and dishing out the worst pick-up lines this side of the Appalachians.” You said seriously and Bucky chuckled a bit at your disgruntled and exasperated face and tone.

It was cute, but he had to ask. It was something he hadn’t figured out quite yet. Something he could if he just decided to google it, but he figured you’d explain it better.

“What’s the thing with the signs?” he asked and you looked at him and took a deep breath in.

“The zodiac signs. There’s…belief…theory…whatever that certain signs are more compatible with each other than other signs are. There’s also belief that certain signs act certain ways, now…I’ve found this to be true to an extent but there’s a lot more that goes into it then just your sun sign. It’s a complicated mess of things I don’t even understand, but it gets annoying when men use it as a pickup line. Particularly with my own sign. Men like that tend to assume things because of the reputation of my sign.”

He frowned. Bucky was well aware of what it felt like when people assumed things about him. It was a stupid notion, but one that he was still intrigued by.

“What…do…they assume?” he asked.

“They assume I’m a sex-crazed, freak that can’t wait to get it on with the first guy to walk by, am manipulative, a bully, and too hard to handle long term because of my supposedly deep seeded trust issues and tendency to take things too intensely.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a Scorpio.”

“That’s stupid.”

“I know.”

“That’s really fucking stupid.” He said while sitting back on his couch and you nodded, “So why the leather jacket and cologne and everything?”

“Do you really need me to say it, Bucky?” you ask with a teasing smile then smiled more as his lips turned up in a playful smirk before pretending to consider then nodding.

“Yes. I don’t want to assume.”

“Well, I’m not trying to secretly set you up with anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Nnooo…that…that doesn’t seem like your thing.” He said as he considered it, “So why?”

“The coffee is because on Fridays coffee is the only thing that keeps me from going feral on people. The rest…well…to put it bluntly: I like your cologne and leather jacket and the way you smile, when you actually smile and mean it. When you actually mean it…it’s like fucking sunshine in human form.” You answer and he looks at you, not exactly surprised and yet at the same time he is, “Seeing you smile and laugh is always a highlight of my day because of everyone I see and work with on a regular basis…you deserve to actually laugh and smile the most. You’re a lot stronger than you realize you are, internally. I’m not talking about the arm or the serum or the rest of it. You, yourself, are a strong person and I find that…incredibly attractive and sweet.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. He just smiled slightly as he thought about the past several months since he’d met you. The more he did the more he realized that he should have noticed.

You were one of the few people to sit and just talk with him. Particularly the women. You didn’t shamelessly flirt, blush, or gush over him. You just…were there whenever he needed someone to be there.

He never thought anything of it because you did that for everyone. Steve included. Despite the date not resulting in anything it wasn’t unusual to find you sitting down to a cup of coffee with Steve just talking about things. You were the same way with Natasha, Sam, Clint, and even Tony to an extent…usually when Pepper was mad at him.

Yet thinking on it, for him, you were a lot warmer, less guarded, and smiled a lot more. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. On one hand it excited him, and yet on the other, the cold…metallic one…it made him worry.

Was he really worth all of that effort? Did he want to really let you all the way in? There was plenty he hadn’t told you or anyone. Things he worried would change your perception of him.

“Mao.” Alpine mewled before hopping up onto your lap again and immediately shoving her head into your hand, purring when she got what she wanted in the form of affection as she looked at him.

Bucky didn’t know what they did to her in the lab. He never wanted to know. Sometimes, though, he guessed it was a lot more than just run of the mill pharmaceuticals.

Alpine always seemed to have an innate sense of someone and you were one of the few people she would just run up to and demand love and attention from. It had been this way from the start and looking at her as she looked at him, it was like she was telling him it was okay.

Bucky smiled and nodded as he reached over and grabbed his cake and fork, “Alright, doll, Friday at two. I'll be there.”

"Don't forget."

Bucky smirked a bit and chuckled, "Oh...trust me...I won't forget this."

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A/N: I actually finished it. Obviously there's room for a continuation of this, but I finished it. I did the thing I said I would.

Next Story (Scorpio AU): Coffee

[multiwreckedmess]

[2:15 AM] Ex!Hongjoong

Sort of toxic, possessive ex-boyfriend Hongjoong. Mistakes are made. I tried to make pretty gender-neutral.

800 ish words. Not proofread. Kinda hate-sex but nothing is graphic.

 “This is a bad idea.”  “So?” Hongjoong mutters as his lips press against juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Tell me no and we’ll stop.” His arms confidently curl around your waist, one hand sliding down to wrap around yours. Holding your hotel’s key card hesitantly, he helps you press the card to the reader, the heavy clunk of the metal lock thundering in your stomach as it unlatches. His lips curl into a small knowing smile. He knows you won’t tell him no or to stop. You’re just as crazy as he is.

 Its your hand that tips the door handle down, Hongjoong’s arm tightening to keep you from tumbling through the entryway. “This is so fucking stupid.” You continue to babble as he undresses you like a living doll. The tip of his nose presses into your flesh before his lips reach you as he peppers your skin with kisses. If you were a romantic, you’d have thought he was giving you time to stop him. That was not him though, maybe it was at one point but not now. It was because he liked to see you squirm in anticipation. Calculated little denials as he skims over your naked form.  “You can still say no,” he warns again. “You can always tell me no.”  But you really can’t. No matter how much you know it would be best for the both of you, you can’t.

 Pressing your back into the bed, you watch him from between your knees casually toss his thick rimmed glasses towards the pillows. He’s otherwise still fully clothed, maybe a few buttons down as he ducks between your thighs. Damn, he’s missed being on his knees for you. Sharp tongued and plush lipped, his mouth wasn’t only good at convincing ears. Quickly working miracles below the belt, he knows your number better than his own. Soft gasps and whines fill the air set to the beat of your heart he can feel on his tongue as he laps at you, stuffing you full as you clench around him. Slowly his hand finds yours, fingers weaving through to replace your balled fist on the sheet. Only he does this for you.  His hair is rebelling, sticking at odd angles as he comes up for air. The five o’clock shadow is barely starting to peak through his fair skin.  “I’ve missed hearing you like this,” he lets the words hang casually in the air as your breaths buoy them. The cold clang of his belt hitting the floor and zipper coming undone punctuate it.  “Liar,” you pant.  “You’ve called me worse,” he smiles. The blunt head of his cock is warm against you. Well lubricated by precum, he still takes his time, sliding the shaft along you, your hips raising to meet him. A rhythm you can’t resist. He slides into you, no condom. Just like old times. Your eyelids seal shut and brows pinch together, breathing getting rougher. Hongjoong waits, hand coming down to where your pelvises meet to slowly stroke you. “You can still tell me no and we can stop.”

 You’d think it was love if you didn’t know better. His subconscious rutting betrays him. Playing fast and loose at the precipice of cumming he only wants to see how close he can get you before you beg him. Or at least that’s what you assume. His motions get faster and faster until you’re fucking yourself on him while he’s barely moved an inch. All while his eyes gaze at you, memorize you, memorize this.  “You haven’t fucked anyone else since, have you?” Hongjoong curls over you, caging over your body as he drives himself deeper, depriving you of your peak. “I can feel your desperation.” His lips are so close to yours but he refuses to kiss you. Instead he nips at your collarbone and watches as you arch into him, clenching hard around his length.  “You’re fucking crazy,” your nails drag on his delicate skin leaving raised welts in their wake. He’s not wrong and that’s what makes you angry. Leveraging the power of your thighs you meet his thrusts as you cling to him, bouncing yourself into the sheets.  “You love it,” he sneers. Both of you groaning and gasping with the unshackled ferocity of two people who’d seen the worst of each other. Your muscles ache as they contract again, his face buried in your neck. Lips and teeth grazing over the column of your throat, lust burns deeply in your gut. Death approaches and you want him to kill you.

 You grit your teeth and cum silently, nearly whiting out from the pressure. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He empties himself deep inside of you shortly after as your walls work every last drop from him. As if you could hide what he already knew.

 Hongjoong doesn’t linger, pulling his spent cock from you and shuffling to the bathroom to survey the damage. Smirking as he listens for your distant whimper. You missed him already.

His. Only. His.

[sagittariusmarz]

Pick a Card- What’s alluring about you/how you draw others in?

𝙋𝙞𝙡𝙚 1

I see that what makes you alluring is how flexible you are and the way you can adapt, you may also be flexible with your body and that draws people in. What makes you alluring is how you can connect with almost anyone and you may change your mannerisms and the way you speak to relate more to the people you interact with, what makes you alluring is how sweet/nice and generous you are. The way that you think things through before you act draws others in, you’re good at hiding your emotions or you can cut people off quick without giving it a second thought. What makes you alluring is how authentic you are and you don’t seek validation from others, your financial stability and your expensive taste for certain things draws others in. The way that you can work well with others makes you alluring. Signs- Leo/virgo, cancer in 8th house/ Capricorn in 6th house. Initials- R, U, L, I

Pile 2

I see that what makes you alluring and draws people in is how mysterious you are and how protective you are of your energy, what draws people in is how careful you are about the people you hang around. What draws people in is how energetic you are and the way you uplift those around you, I see that the way your energy brings others happiness and joy makes you alluring. You’re unique and different so you stand out with trying and that makes you alluring, the way that you’re always improving and evolving makes you alluring and draws others in. What makes you you alluring is how impulsive you are or your quick decision making, your energy or personality is exciting and it draws others in. Your presence can also calm others down when they’re having a hard time which draws people in, the way you don’t overthink/ stress things and let things happen naturally makes you alluring. Signs- Gemini/Aquarius, Scorpio in 6th house/ Gemini in 5th house. Initial- D, O, E, Q

Pile 3

I see that what makes your alluring is your good memory and how social you are, what makes you alluring is how good you smell. What draws others in is how much you know and how inquisitive/analytical you are, what draws others in is how you can keep your style simple and still stand out or you don’t have a big personality but you’re still fun to be around and a lot of people want to be around you. What makes you alluring is your physique and how elegant or graceful you are, what makes you alluring and draws people in is how safe and secure people feel around you or how trustworthy you are. Signs- Aquarius/aries, Libra in 2nd house/pisces in 11th house. Initials- B, U, Y

Pile 4

What makes you alluring is how secretive you are or how good you can keep a secret, what makes you alluring is how mysterious you can be but how lively and energetic you can be. What draws people in is your big personality and how fun you are, what makes you alluring is how you’re not known on social media or you don’t have a lot of presence online but you’re more known in real life and have a bigger presence in real life. What draws people in is how a lot of people want to be around and in your energy but you’re very selective about who can get close to you, what makes you alluring is how emotionally stable and calm you are. What draws people in how outgoing and flamboyant you are. Signs- Capricorn/libra, Gemini in 12th house/cancer in 6th house. Initials- N, U, C, A

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[shaniatheintuitive]

*message for anyone that sees this

Cards of the day- The Emperor, Seven of Wands, Seven of Cups reversed

I see that you’re focusing on staying in control and getting a better control of things in your life, I see that you’re protecting what’s yours and what you’ve been working on. I see you being protective over your stability and success and being defensive towards anyone that tries to mess with it. I see you having clarity about how to get through your obstacles and be more abundant or stable, I see you willing to fight for a successful future even though you’re unhappy with how long it’ll take to get there. Signs- Taurus/capricorn, Taurus or Aquarius in 1st house. Initials- Q, G, B, C, V

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[embracethecosmoinyourheart]

Scorpio Kardia as your boyfriend hcs

this guy is my boyfriend material, my hear me out and I can talk about him for hours 🍎

Being a Scorpio, Kardia is intense and passionate. When he likes someone, he gives himself wholeheartedly. You'll know he truly cares about you.

He's the type to take you on adventures, he'll never let you get bored, like climbing a mountain or riding a motorcycle at high speed. (I can totally imagine Kardia on a motorcycle!)

Scorpios tend to be very intuitive, so he'll notice your emotions, even if you don't express them. At the same time, he'll probably be a little reserved about himself at first. You might even think he doesn't want something serious, but it's just that he has a protective barrier around his heart. If you manage to break through that barrier, you'll discover a loyal and caring guy who deeply cares about his friends and the person he loves.

Kardia is intense in everything he does: he loves passionately, fights fiercely, and lives every moment as if it were his last. He's the type of guy who makes you feel alive and shakes you out of your routine. However, his impulsiveness sometimes makes him reckless. He'll need someone who can put him in his place from time to time and who knows how to handle his personality.

I'd say that Kardia, behind his sarcastic facade, would be a surprisingly obedient boyfriend. I imagine him being the kind of guy who, if you said, "Babe, buy me chocolates," he'd respond with something like, "Do you think you're the boss of me?" and then, 15 minutes later, he'd come home with at least ten different types of chocolate for you. 🕊️ We see this in his Gaiden, where Calvera said that he complains a lot, but is obedient and easily persuaded.

Also in the Gaiden, Kardia gets upset and complains that Calvera and Sasha would let him sleep outside, but he immediately stops complaining and changes his mind when Calvera says she won't let a man sleep in the girls' room. In my interpretation, this reveals a gentlemanly side to Kardia, like "Oh DAMN I forgot they are girls and need their space." HE IS A RESPECTFUL GUY!

He is also incredibly jealous and possessive— I swear, maybe the most jealous of all the Gold Saints. I mean this man is a Scorpio, he loves and hates with the same intensity. You need to be careful to tame the Scorpio without him stinging you!

Finally, about his love language...

Receiving: Physical touch! This is essential for Kardia to feel connected. I feel like he's the type of man who will always want to be holding your hand or have an arm around your waist. Words of affirmation! Have you ever seen how he likes to assert himself in front of other people? Like when he says to Sasha, "Girl, you are with the Gold Saint of Scorpio, and you are still afraid???" Compliment his strength and courage, and this man will melt.

Giving: Quality time! He truly enjoys alone time with his loved one, whether it's to talk, have fun, or just relax. He will always come to you with new ideas and new places to visit. Acts of service! Kardia is the type who shows love mainly through actions. He will do anything that will make you happy, such as helping you with a difficult task or defending you from any danger, even (trying to) prepare dinner for you.

[beskars]

the next chapter of ichthyological studies is up tomorrow but here is a little snippet in the meantime!

A wave of panic washed over you. “Why didn't he tell me? What am I supposed to get him? Does he even like celebrating his birthday? Oh god, does he expect me to plan something? I don’t even know what kind of—”

“And there’s the freaking out,” Jinx sighed, hopping up to sit on your desk. “Relax. He never tells anyone about his birthday. He acts like it’s some state secret or something.” She kicked her feet idly. “And no, he doesn’t expect you to plan anything. We usually just do dinner at home. Nothing fancy.”

You took a steadying breath, but the anxiety remained. “Still, I should get him something. What would he like?”

Jinx let out a shout of laughter. “Good luck with that. He’s literally impossible to shop for. I asked him for gift ideas and he said that he needed to get some new potting soil for the plants on the front porch. Like, what kind of gift idea is that?”

“Very practical,” you muttered, trying to imagine the look on Silco’s face if you presented him with a bag of dirt for his birthday.

“Yeah, he’s the king of practical,” Jinx agreed. “One year I asked what he wanted, and he said he’d been meaning to replace the gaskets in the kitchen sink.” She shook her head in fond exasperation. “I got him concert tickets instead. He actually had a good time once he stopped being such a crotchety old person about it.”