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Bucky who starts a purely platonic physical touch giving friendship with reader⊠until it turns into more
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It starts off so innocently. Bucky just sat really close to you one day and noticed how the touch of your shoulder on his made him tingly all over.
The same happened when your hand brushed his, or you passed close by, and he caught a whiff of your hair - something that reminds him of the feeling he now seeks out when youâre around.
Itâs no secret that either of you have been single a long time with basically no prospects for a future relationship, so no one questions when you and him suddenly hang out more.
He invites you over when you ask him if he was okay, and he realized that his day was in fact crappy and that if you offered to talk to him, heâd tell you all about it.
And when you sit on the sofa listening to Bucky talk, your hand instinctively found his and before Bucky knew it, his head was pressed into your shoulder, your nails raking over his scalp releasing a feeling within him, he can only describe as heavenly.
He loves it when you comfort him, and he loves comforting you, somehow knowing that you need this part of your friendship just as much as he does.
So it becomes a regular thing: when the rest of the team returns home to their spouses after a tiring mission, you and Bucky retreat to either one of your apartments under the pretense of not wanting to be alone.
Of course, neither of you planned for it to become so touchy and intimate... no, that would be insane, right?
Itâs a normal afternoon for the two of you, hanging out at your place, a movie playing on TV, Buckyâs head buried in your chest as he lays half on top of you and you with your back against the sofa. Your hand rakes over his hair as his are halfway tugged beneath your body, seeking all the warmth he can get.
The physical touch aspect of your relationship has somehow crossed the lines between friends, but neither of you care. It feels too good to be held and protected to stop.
Bucky hasn't felt the caring touch of a partner in decades and you... well, let's just say that all men before Bucky didn't feel the need to express their love through aftercare - not that Bucky is in any way shape or form about to give said aftercare... no, you are just friends. Just. Friends.
Friends who frequently hide their hands in the other's jacket when the cold catches up to them.
Friends who bury their faces in each other's chest and lap like it is the most normal thing a person can do to another.
Friends who somehow always wonder if the other feels that spark ignite whenever they hold each other close.
Bucky feels the sensation when he's practically caging you beneath his upper body of the sofa. He lifts his head as he usually does to see if maybe this time he could magically hear your thoughts.
"What's up?"
He shakes his head. "I just really enjoy this." he mumbles and blushes, and your hand suddenly stops its path along his scalp.
"Me too." you smile and look into his eyes.
normally he'd put his head back, and you'd resume watching the movie, but something is different today.
maybe it's the way his hair looks perfectly tousled by your constant motions, or maybe it's the way he slowly blinks at you like a very comfortable pet.
but you finally find the courage to kiss him.
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hii!! im the anon that requested that hyperspermia drabble <3!!
imagine izuku giving you backshots for the first time and heâs so memorized by your ass jiggling he has to give it a little smack and have his big scarred hands on your low back, pushing arching you more so he can do deeper and see it jiggle more đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
bonus points is if heâs a absolute mess while doing it, his hips just losing rhythm because feeling you jiggle against his pelvis, his ball slapping your sensitive clit and how much your squeezing him, heâs losing his fucking mind đââïž
(p.s, your now one of my favorite izuku writers <3)
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I am so glad I'm one of your faves<3 it means far too much to me than you may think, you've simply become one of my fav anons just from the two reqs you've sent in; THEY'RE JS SO GOOD
Izuku loves having sex with you, it's such a heartfelt and beautiful thing. He truly believes when you're having sex it's not just something you're doing to chase after pure lust; it's a bonding ritual. Seriously, he takes this type of thing too seriously. Never to the point that it's unenjoyable because trust, he puts your pleasure first at all times.
Izuku just really thinks it's deeper than just feeling good. I mean he's literally entering your body, that has to mean something spiritually maybe, right?
However just because izuku thinks that way sometimes doesnt mean he has urges. Of course he does, he has the worlds most sensitive body and he can't help getting turned on when you so much as touch his neck.
He tried to hold off on them sometimes because he understands nourishing relationships is key to having long lasting ones, he doesn't want to scare you off with the consistency of sex.. but he just can't seem to help himself.
That's how you ended up on all fours head thrown back and ass throwing back against your boyfriend. Izuku loses himself in your cunt pretty fastly, he's been thrusting into you with hard thrusts of his thick cock harshly. His hands held your shoulders at first and he had his eyes squeezed shut from the very beginning, he knew he needed this.
His thrusts were quick and filled with need, he lets his eyes drape open slightly just to see how you were doing; y'know check up on you. It was never his intention to get hypnotized by the jiggles of your ass every time his pelvis met it. He got so fixated on it trying to speed up his thrusts to see it jiggle more, it got him off far more than he expected he couldn't take his eyes away.
Mumbling low groans and helpless moans, he squeezed the flesh on your ass causing you to moan biting your lips with a smile and small giggle, you slowed your body and gently ground your ass against his pelvis as he tried to continue jerking his hips into you, it got quite unrhythmic and unsteady he couldn't help whining at the lack of feeling from you only grinding.
Izuku was quick to try and have you bouncing on his cock again, he rubbed your lower back before harshly pushing you down into the pillows by your head causing a low sound to leave your mouth.
â, mmph-!â
â, âm so sorry baby, âm sorry..â hafta, need tâ take it.â
He started his movements up again, harsh quick and full of need and greed. Izuku couldn't contain the noises he tried to keep in to assure that he could hear you anymore. He let them all glow out freely as he quickly began losing himself more and more at the feel of your pussy squeezing him like a vice, the way you convulsed and twitched around his achingly hard cock, it sucked him in like it didn't want to let him go and that's all he could wrap his head around his eyes never leaving the repeated jiggle of your ass snd the faster his movements got the faster they got.
The way you arched your back into him your ass basically throwing itself on his dick had his mind spinning. With a groaned he couldn't help keeping his hands in your body letting them roam all over your moving body squeezing whatever he could that was there but he needed your ass.
Izuku was quick to let his deepest urges take over as he let a harsh slap fall onto your ass causing your body to jerk forward and a squeak to leave; he loved that. It's as if you tried to get away when it landed but arched deeper into him after. He wasn't a bad guy for doing it again right?
Your ass was red by the time he finished, chasing his own orgasm as he jerks his hips into yours. He still can't wrap his mind around everything your cunt gripping him tightly as he chokes on his breath, stuttering hips slamming into you at an unsteady pace causing him to nearly lose himself. He tried so hard to hold out for you; assure that you had a good time but you just had to speak when his mind was already turned to mush,
â, cum fâme zuku? cum insideâa me...?â
Your voice pitchy and quite whiney as well, it sounded more like a question and that's what turned him on so more, brought him closer to the edge. with a gutteral and broken moan he emptied his still jerking balls inside of you, his cum filling you literally completely. His cock was so sensitive and you were still tightening around it while he was cumming, literally milking his cock for all it was worth; and boy was it worth alot.
You could feel his milky cum reach your deepest depths, it felt as if it extinguished a fire that was inside, it made you hum out a sigh and gently throw your hips back against him, his hips stuttered inside of you causing him to moan loudly at the overstimulation.
Upon cleaning yourself up izuku ends up apologizing, in the moment he couldn't really think about anything else other than your ass he completely forgot about making you cum.
â I'm so so so sorry, I'm so selfish I don't deserve youâ please don't hate me, I can make it up to you!â
Little did he know you came a couple of times, when he loses his mind he loses his composure and will to hold back as well he gets quite rough and completely throws everything out the window. You end up telling him how the ass smacking really turned you on and he turned so red silently asking you if you wanted him to do it more often.
Something tells you this won't be the last time you have good sex; because it's always good. lol
AN: this was a little different and honestly kind of difficult but it was so amazing, I hope it lives up to your standards I wrote this in one sitting bc I was so fixated on it, I've never been in such a vibe holy hell
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My father chases ghosts.
In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, I once questioned my father on why he treated me with such cold detachment. Why his advice only ever seemed to come in the form of lecturing, and why he never hugged me, or even said he was proud of me. His words in that moment caused the small amount of respect I had for him to shake. He told me that he saw it as the mother's role to love a child, and that it was the father's role to keep the child on the straight and narrow. After some contemplation, I decided in that moment that I disliked him, not just as a parent, but as a person.
My father doesn't have a father. He was the product of an out-of-wedlock pregnancy between an interracial couple in the 60s... My grandmother was never willing to speak about what happened to my grandfather. I can only imagine he didn't stick around long, since my father never knew him, and grew up with only his mother. And it's always been clear to me that this bothered him. The man idolizes masculinity. Maybe desperate for a father figure, he found role models in his grandfather, whose portrait still hangs in his house and which he treats with great care, and his stepfather, whose surname he took (discarding his mother's last name) and passed on to me. Supposedly, his stepfather left his mother in a matter of years, so why my father idolizes him so, I don't understand. I've never met the man.
Perhaps similarly, my father left his mother's care the second he turned 18. Having lived with my grandmother for some years when I was in college, I can honestly understand why. She is prone to smothering the people she loves. In light of that experience, it maybe becomes easier to understand why my father would prefer a more distant form of parenting. Still, I don't agree with his philosophy on gender roles.
Some years after I transitioned, I had a conversation with my father that stuck with me. He said that he actually saw himself as rather unmasculine, a possibility that had never once occurred to me. With that in mind, I suppose he is somewhat short, and not especially muscular. He told me he had always felt insecure about it. But, unlike me, he had never once considered abandoning the pursuit of masculinity entirely. Rather, in his own words, he felt he needed to chase it even harder. To live up to the image he'd set for himself. The ghost of masculinity.
A lot became clear to me in that moment. My father is obsessed with chasing ghosts of how he thinks things Should Be. My mother once told me how he had this "plan" for where he wanted to be in life at each age. He wanted to live on his own by 20. He wanted to be married by 30. He wanted children by 40. When he found out my mother was pregnant, he married her as fast as he could. My mother didn't really care, but he said they HAD to be married before the baby was born. Things had to go in the right order. According to him, that was just how things Should Be.
He was chasing the ghost of the perfect nuclear family that was denied him.
They divorced when I was eight.
In light of all this, it becomes very clear why he acted the way he did when I was younger. I wasn't how his child Should Be. No matter how many things I was diagnosed with, he never bothered looking into what neurodivergency was, or how to deal with it, and simply held me to the standards of a neurotypical child. My mother tells me that when I was six, he yelled at me in a store for wanting to try on a dress. His child being autistic was something to be ignored until it went away. His child being transgender? Forget it.
In recent years, I think my father has started giving up on me. In a good way. Seeing me become happier as my transition progresses seems to have finally convinced him that he doesn't understand what's best for me, at least somewhat. I speak to him maybe once a month. But I often mourn the idea of a father I could've been closer to. A father with whom I could have had a relationship of love, and support. A father I never had.
Maybe I'm chasing a ghost too.
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HEESEUNG
the cold air brushes your face as you step outside. you wrap your arms around your body, trying to get warmth by hugging yourself.Â
you walk to the usual corner where your boyfriend organizes your little meeting. the weather gets colder as you walk to it, you swear it.Â
it puts you in a bad mood, you can feel your eyebrow furrowing and a frown forming on your lips.Â
there is a fire that lights in your freezing heart when you finally see his face. he leaning on the wall next to him, and he seems to be smiling at your misery.Â
âwhat?â you say, harsher than you initially attended toâ it doesnât seem to bother him. not in the slightest, his smile grows wider. you smile as well, âwhat?âÂ
standing straight, he steps closer to you. so close that you have to tilt your head up to see him properly. ânothing,â he shrugs, âjusâ wanted to see you.âÂ
you donât answer, just staring at him blankly. although the warmth of his words touches you, you sniff, ââm cold, hee,â you state.Â
the said âheeâ laughs, loudly. in a way that makes his adam apple move, in a way that makes you flush, in a way that keeps your eyes on him.Â
he steps even closer, your chest gets pressed against his. he wraps his arms around you putting his face in the crook of your neck:Â
âiâm sorry, baby,â he whispers, you donât hug him back. even though you close your eyes. âis it better now?â
you only hum before adding, âi hope no one catches us.â
JAY
the first thing you feel on your skin is the sunlight peeking through the windowsâ blinds. it kisses you slowly out of sleep, welcoming you warmly in the new day.Â
the second thing you feel is the gentle pressure around you and the circle of warmthâ that is not yoursâswallowing you whole. you hide your face further into the body in front of you.Â
the arm holds you closer as you hug the body tighter.Â
all your senses slowly awoke and you can progressively recognize the scent enveloping your nose.Â
it smells like cologne, like a real man, like home, like home, likeâ
âjay!â you exclaim, jolting awake. the man groans next to you, his arm sliding on your thighs. you tap him, âjay, wake up!â
his deep, sleepy voice emerges from him, âwhat?â he almost whines.Â
âwe fell asleep,â you whisper loudly, looking at your barely conscious boyfriend. that should also definitely be anywhere but in your bed. âyou are not supposed to be there!â
it looks like it takes a while for him to register, but when he finally does, he almost falls on the floor.Â
he gets his shirt back on himself, kisses you quickly and escapes from the window.
JAKE
he loves when you kiss him. he loves when your soft lips brush his skin and when your mouth rests on his ever so softly.Â
and you know it. he tells you always, how much he loves it, hushed and hurriedly between two kisses in the cornerâ hiding from the public eye.Â
this is why you already know, from the look in his eyes weighing on you from right across you, that he wants to kiss you.Â
he watches you amongst the crowd of all your mutual friends together and when they all leave, back turned toward you, he stays.Â
he holds your waist and, in a sort of instinct, you cup his face.Â
you aim for his pretty nose first, then you peck his cheek two times in a row before finally kissing him on the mouth.
âi got to go,â he whispers against your mouth before kissing one more time.Â
when you look one last time on his face, you giggleâ seeing lipstick strains about everywhere you kissed him. he wears them like tattoos and leaves before you can even tell him anything.Â
(he is cheeks blossom with a red hue when his friends tell him about it.)Â
SUNGHOON
you barely survive the entire day with someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you in the tiniest room possible.
surprise doesnât over take you anymore. you already know why you are here and who you are with.Â
your boyfriendâs hand cups your jaw, gently and carefully. he tilts your head up, just a little to be able to lean in a bit and kiss you as your fingers slide in his black thick hair.Â
âhi,â he says when he pulls away a tad to tilt his head to the other side.Â
he kisses you senseless. loving and passionate like he usually does. his tongue slides in your mouth. you let him lick the inside of it instead of greeting him back.
his free hand hugs your waist, pulling you closer to his body, impossibly so.
your boyfriend is all over you. he takes over your senses and swallows whole. you cannot think of anything else but his hot tongue teasing yours.Â
until someone tries to unlock the door and you jump, breaking the kiss and pulling a weird sound out of your loverâs throat.
âdid you just bite me?â he hushes and you apologize, eyes still worriedly looking over the door. he chuckles, âi liked that.â
you beat his chest with your fist playfully.
SUNOO
he swears to youâbrags evenâ whenever he has the chance that he is not a jealous man.Â
you almost started to believe it, if it wasnât for how often he brings it up. almost as if he is trying to gaslight you or desperately trying to convince himself, or rather manifest it.Â
and you could even consider it, rethink it when you are on your own. but you can always feel it, see it in his face.Â
the heaviness of his gaze whispers the truth to you. whenever you are talking to another man a few feet ahead of him.Â
in your peripheral vision, his arms are crossed under his chest. and his teeth are pressed so tight against one another, that his jaw is more defined than ever.
he comes to you as soon as the stranger leaves, âwho was that?â he asks, nodding his head towards the leaving man.
you study his frustrated face with an amused look. his eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth is frownedâ he looks cute, if you were to be honest.Â
you opt for something funnier, âare you jealous?â
he instantly opens his mouth, to defend himself and closes it immediately.Â
his sighs, âyes,â he states. shock explodes in your stomach. âi donât like seeing guys flirt with you,â he leans to whisper the rest in your ear: âwhen they donât know you are already taken.âÂ
JUGWON
this entire situation seems to be very funny to yourâsecretâboyfriend.
it is no surprise that he is annoying in private. his fingertips melting in your sides, him tickling you, your skin getting pinched and getting a yelp out of you each time. just because he can.
and just because he can, he does his best to get a reaction out of you in public.Â
sometimes, he stares at you from across the room, tilting his head to the side with a grin when your eyes lock. you ignore him each time.Â
sometimes, his knuckles brush smoothly and ever so softly against your skin as he passes by you. his touch stings all day long.
today, he aims for a mixture of it.Â
âlook,â your friend whispers to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. her finger is pointed to his direction when you look at her, âhe is doing it again.â
your boyfriend is staring at you from across the end of the hall you are walking down. he is walking towards your direction, but you tell your friend to ignore him.
he takes a step to the side as he approaches, exchanging places with his friend to walk next to you. his fingers quickly wrap around yours as your shoulder brushes.Â
he holds onto it enough to make your heart skip a beat, but not enough for anyone to see.
RIKI
his hoodies are way too soft and comfortable for you to not steal.Â
he always manages to find the sweetest material. the kind of tissue that his scent soaks into perfectly. a tissue that keeps his warmth days after he wears it.Â
you love to be enveloped into that said material. so big and perfectly cozy like the embarrassed he locks you in.
âyou want it?â he once asked you. seeing the way you buried your face in his hoodie. you shook your head against his torso, âi insist, sweetheart.â
you didnât fight against his own wants and you find yourself in it a few days later. the cold wind doesnât go through it when your coat gives up for a mere second and you hold onto it for dear life.
you bury your nose in it when you miss your lovely boyfriend. his cologne is still impregnated in itâ it makes your stomach fill with butterflies.
when you meet each other at his, he comments: âisnât that my hoodie you are wearing?â your cheeks get pink. âwere you really walking around with that on your back?âÂ
you study his own outfit before answering, âand isnât that my shirt you are wearing?â you pinch his cheek and he laughs. âi thought you hated pink, mh?â
you taught him well.
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â pairing. oscar piastri x verstappen!reader
â summary. falling in love has never been on your radar, but when the cute, quiet guy finds his place in your heart, you try to cherish the rare, yet beautifully domestic moments. that is, until you hit the four years together mark and realise that your family probably doesnât know.
GROWING UP YOU WERE CONVINCED BY THE circumstances that being loved must be earned. you had never put any thought into that â it was just the things were, at least thatâs how you were brought up. if you did something your parents didnât like, you were given a cold shoulder and â from time to time â a silent treatment. as a teenager, you came up with a⊠pretty saddening conclusion that love wasnât worth it in the end, so you simply avoided any kind of romantic relationships.
to be completely honest, it wasnât a hard task. all you ever wanted since you entered the awkward phase of your life, when you could make your own decisions, one of which was leaving your household as soon as it was only possible.
you had departed from your home around the age of fourteen, after lots of begging to let you study abroad had taken place. you were the youngest out of the three. your brother was already in formula one, when you were wearing a plaid skirt, a merlot blazer with the schoolâs logo, a matching necktie and a few more things that made max and victoria call you a posh, british girl. you didnât mind it, you were glad to be out of the house, slightly distancing yourself from your family overtime.
the day you met oscar took place on the day of your eighteenth birthday. you and some friends had gone out to celebrate not only your birthday, but also your acceptance to the kingâs college in london, giving you an opportunity to pursue your dreams of becoming a doctor. you were yet to tell your family about it, having lied to them about the date, wanting to have this moment to yourself.
you went out to a few bars before ending up in a club as the girls secretly wanted you to find a guy to go home with, since the last year and a half you had been constantly overworking yourself to get into your dream university, (âyou got the school in the bag, now get some lad to relieve the pressureâ).
oscar had been racing in formula renault at the time, but ever since you left the netherlands, racing hadnât been on your mind for a long time â it probably should, considering your big brother was two points behind kimi rĂ€ikkönen last season, however you had a feeling as if racing was the reason you were so disconnected from your family. your dad was racing in formula one, your mom was karting, your brother has been racing in formula one as well, and your sister shared the interest, while the love for partaking in the sport never appeared in your heart.
your chest was slightly pressed against the countertop, smiling at the bartender with a drunken look in your eyes, while he was preparing your umpteenth jĂ€gerbomb. jesus christ, you really needed that break. the alcohol running through your veins was really hitting you already as your body couldnât stay still even for a second â your hips swaying to the beat. that was until you looked around the place and your eyes landed on a boy your age. he was wearing a white, printless t-shirt that clung to his body, turning your quick look-around into a staring situation.
if sober, your thoughts would stay where they should â in your mind, however⊠you were far from being sober. the proper social etiquette you were taught over the years at your boarding school were long forgotten as you shamelessly ogled the boy. he was simply gorgeous, breathtaking some would say.
âgals, i think i just saw an angel sent from heaven just for me.â you announced, your tone causing your friends to chuckle in amusement. you sound like a person who thought they just invented a cure for cancer. âi need to throw myself at him.â
âoh my god.â aliyah, your roommate from school, laughed, throwing her head back. it was hilariously unexpected to hear you say a thing like that â the girls have heard you talk about the boys you had hooked up with before, even intoxicated, but never this. you had never been so⊠so not-you. âthis-this is the funniest thing, like, ever.â
âwhich one?â inaya scrunched her brows as she looked around, searching for a guy who could fit her imagination of a guy you would call an angel. she groaned in disappointment, once you discreetly pointed in oscarâs direction. âa white guy? seriously, yn?â
âi canât help it.â you muttered, your shoulders slumping as the alcohol intensified every single emotion you have felt during the night. âi wish he would have my baby. or like a thousand of them.â your sighed, dropping your hand to your stomach, while one of the girls bursted out laughing at the absurdity of your words.
inaya could easily recall the day before your acceptance letter came in and your speech to the group chat about romantic attraction, relationships, kids, and commitment, concluded with confidence (âiâm gonna be that one, successful aunt that hates kids, but not that one niece.â).
âthey would look cute together, though.â priya giggled, stealing glances at your boy, as if she wanted to hit on him, too. then, the thought of priya with your boy disappeared from your mind at the image of your best friend and her long-time boyfriend. right, she and james had been together for the longest time. âyou should shoot yourââ the universe was not having the girl speak, because a guy, seemingly confident, approached your table.
âhey, i hope youâre having a good evening.â he started in a nice tone, the girl beside you â the last of the four, ciara, seemed to melt against your shoulder, looking at the boy with heart eyes. âsorry to bother you, girls. my friend, that one over there, thinks youâre really gorgeous and would love to get your number, but heâs a bit shy.â he joked, having pointed to oscar, turning the second part of his monologue to you.
before any of you couldâve responded to him, a guy â the same one you called an angel â walked up to the six of you, groaning when he realised that his friend already had done what he threatened to do. âjesus, arthur.â the blonde ran a hand over his face, groaning in exasperation.
âiâm so sorry for him.â he let out a small sigh. âi told him not to bother you, but heâs like a toddler.â he tried to explain, earning a few quiet chuckles from all of you.
âah, thereâs nothing to be sorry for.â priya grinned. âyou two look like you havenât had a drop of alcohol yet, maybe wanna join us?â
oscar wanted to refuse, out of courtesy â he didnât really care about the embarrassment brought upon him by the monegasque, although the look on your face was making his heartbeat quicken. heâd never felt like this before, it was crazy. he just saw you for the first time and his mind was filled to the brim with small ideas to impress you that were supposed to be shoved away as he opened his mouth to politely refuse the invitation. arthur, however, had different plans and sat next to the ginger haired girl, who quickly engulfed him in a conversation.
looking at him so up close was almost a life-altering experience. for the first fifteen minutes you had to remind yourself to breathe, so enamoured with the boy sitting next to you. after that period, you got even more entranced with oscar. once he started his small conversation with you, you couldnât help but hang onto every single word that left his lips.
youâve never felt like this before, so interested in what a boy had to say to you. you forgot about the detail that, if it wasnât a joke, oscar thought you were gorgeous and loved to have your number. the conversation with him was easy, you didnât have to do anything special to prolong it, neither did he. by the time the watch on your phone was showing three in the morning, james had already picked priya, inaya and aliyah up, leaving you and ciara with the two boys. you went out to a club to have fun, drink, and dance a bit, but it all was thrown into oblivion once piastri started a conversation with you.
YOU COULD EASILY RECALL THE MOMENT YOU realised that life without oscar wasnât what youâd ever want. it happened after a few weeks of constant texting, late-night calls and a bit less meetings at his/your place. at the tiniest thought of falling in love with him, your stomach started to hurt, because love wasnât something you believed to have a happy ring to. your parents were divorced and they took it out on you and your siblings, sophie, your mom, wasnât as bad as your dad, though.
oscar knew about your stance towards love, but took it upon himself to change it â and he suprisingly did. there wasnât a thing oscar could do wrong to make you disappointed. despite the hectic schedule he had, you always spent at least ten minutes on the phone to just check in, which was the best part of your day most of the time.
medicine at kingâs was killing you every day to the point, where once oscar was able to visit you, he had always made you something to eat, drew a bath for the two of you and took a nap with you. he never complained. for as long as he remembered, most of his days were fast paced â there were little to no slower moments in his life, so despite your insecurities that he mustâve hated you for being too exhausted to spend time with him, he liked just feeling your presence next to him.
your friends, despite the constant teasing, couldnât be happier for you. you often denied yourself stuff that you probably should experience in life, as a result of growing up in a household where love was conditional. they knew that, it wasnât a rare sight to see you crumble under pressure, before inevitably breaking down in front of them, so seeing you blossoming like that was not only refreshing, but also relieving.
you were starting your fourth year at the university, while oscar was in the middle of his first season of formula one. before the australian, you werenât a fan, yet you couldnât help but bawl your eyes out in pride and happiness, when oscar called you to tell you that he had signed with mclaren.
you had already known about the signing, when oscar came to your shared apartment later, so despite an upcoming test, you spent most of your free afternoon baking him a small cake to show him that his dreams are as important to you as they are to him. you definitely werenât a great baker, but you tried your best and made a small, lemon flavoured cake with a light, orange-ish congratulations, formula one driver on top.
âbaby, iâm home.â your boyfriend called out, entering the apartment as he was taking off his shoes, placing them on a shoe stand. you smiled to yourself at the sound of his voice, head turning to look at him. his hair disheveled, a stubble on his chin, and a slight hint of tiredness in his eyes that seemed to disappear once his gaze fell onto you.
âhey.â you replied as oscar approached you, sneaking his arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your lips. âi made you something.â you whispered, tilting your chin to have a better view of his face.
âyeah?â he asked, intrigued. âwhat did you make?â
âi baked a cake.â you nodded, almost as if it was something you did every other day. âbecause my boyfriend is officially a formula one driver. iâm super proud of you, you know? and itâs mclaren, too!â you added, a beam creeping up on your lips, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pressed lots and lots of light kisses against his entire face.
a chuckle rumbled in his throat at your silly display of affection, pulling you closer with ease. âi still canât believe it.â he smiled in between the smooches. âi couldnât have done it without you.â his voice dropped to a whisper laced with sincerity.
âah, this is simply bullshit.â you responded, scrunching your nose. âyouâre a great driver, baby. you wouldâve done it anyway.â you matched the quietness of his tone, bringing your hand to run your fingers through his messy blond hair. âeveryone knows that, especially zak and andreas.â
âyou did help, though.â he muttered, relishing the feeling of your fingers in his hair. âyou keep me sane.â his words earned him a quiet giggle from you. you tilted your head to the side, shaking it lightly, pulling him into a kiss.
it started off slowly and gently, now both of oscarâs arms wrapped around your waist, caging you into his loving embrace. before you knew it, his hands were squeezing your sides, sitting you on the kitchen counter, his body pressing against yours as your lips moved in sync. the pent up stress, pressure and exhaustion slowly dissolving, oscarâs stiff shoulders loosening as your fingers tugged on a strand of his hair.
his tongue has moved past your lips, when you heard a sound, making the two of you pull away from each other in reluctance. oscarâs mom often texted him, when you were either making out on the couch or having sex, almost as if she had a hunch about what the two of you were doing. as a result, you came up with a system that whose phone would go off and interrupt you, the person would have to do something in return for the other one. despite the annoyance of being interrupted, you beamed, knowing that it couldnât be your phone. that was, until you noticed the smirk creeping up on your boyfriendâs face.
ânot mine.â
a loud groan rumbled in your throat, unhappy with the result as oscar passed you your phone from the table. you let out a dutch curse word under your breath, noticing the contactâs name on the notification.
max.
you havenât spoken to your brother since the end of that yearâs season, when you called to congratulate him on his second title. making so much distance between you and your family ever since you were fourteen and in a boarding school was hunting you now. no one from your family knew about your relationship with oscar, despite being together since mid-july 2019. you didnât want to change it, not because you were ashamed of oscar â that, you could never be â but because you were afraid it would ruin everything between the two of you, and deep down inside you, you knew that your heart would shatter into pieces if that ever happened.
oscar understood where you were coming from, he knew how much of an outcast you considered yourself to be as a kid, and how much work you put into getting away from the town you grew up in. he didnât mind that he didnât officially met your blood family, he knew that the friends you went to school with were closer to you and at that time of your life mattered more, so he couldnât complain, knowing that this family accepted and liked him. your mood significantly dropped, oscarâs hand gently squeezing your thigh for some reassurance, nodding silently, a way of saying that you should call your brother back.
some people would say that your boyfriend was the reason behind the poor connection between you and your siblings, but he was actually the one, who often â subconsciously â made you reply to their texts and calls more, or even calling them yourselves to just check in as you often sent gifts to your two nephews and penelope. although you thought that it was too late to repair the relationship with max and victoria, oscar always told you that itâs nonsense (and he was, indeed, right).
âhey, sorry, i was studying. a cardiology exam coming up soon.â you explained as your brother picked up the call, your voice slightly sheepish as you avoided your boyfriendâs look.
âin december?â max asked. âi was calling to ask if youâre coming back for christmas?â
you sighed softly at the question, knowing that your reaction would probably upset your brother, which you didnât want to happen.
âuh.â you started. âiâiâm not sure, yet.â an incoherent mumble came from the other side of the line, as you started to pick on the skin of your bottom lip. âi think i am, but not for too long. i have an early flight on the twenty seventh.â
you could see the smile rising on oscarâs lips upon your answer, you were conflicted whether or not you should go back. you missed your brother, sister and mom, but coming home always resulted in your sour mood and not-too-great memories from each year as you always ended up fighting with your dad over something insignificant that made you come back to london sooner than planned. this time, you were supposed to lay down the boundaries and try to have a good time, before flying to melbourne to spend some time with the piastris.
âit would mean a lot to all of us to see you.â max replied in a gentle tone, not wanting to accidentally guilt trip you into coming. âwe miss spending time with you, yn.â
âi know, iâm sorry.â your voice broke, sadness washing over your body as you ran a hand down your face to stop yourself from getting too upset. itâs your boyfriendâs big day, you shouldnât be crying over your familial situation, when it was such a happy day for him.
âi miss you all too.â you whispered, piastriâs hand gently moved up and down your thigh in a soothing mood, helping you calm down a bit. despite not understanding a thing you said since the conversation was held in dutch, he could tell that you were getting upset and it worried him. âiâm gonna be there, okay?â
DESPITE YOUR MOMâS QUESTION UPON YOUR relationship status during last yearâs christmas, you didnât drop a clue whether or not you were dating someone. you felt secure in your relationship with oscar, you didnât want to jinx it. you started therapy just a few months earlier, but the anxiety to get past this awful feeling of revealing your boyfriend to your family was too much to do yet. you definitely wouldnât do it without him by his side, and not when your father was around.
throughout the months of 2023, your relations with your mom, max, and victoria had improved significantly, which you were grateful for. by may, victoriaâs oldest son, luka, considered you to be his favorite auntie and you really, really liked that feeling.
oscar noticed that you started to come out of your protective shell and he couldnât be prouder of you. it was around summer break, when you decided that this year, youâd break it down to your family, no more avoiding the conversation you dreaded, but before â you would spend the summer break with your boyfriend in melbourne.
oscar, as usually on his days off, was still fast asleep, when you tried to get out of his grip in the morning. his arm had almost caged you to his side, but somehow â after fifteen minutes of trying to come up with an idea to get away without waking him up, you succeeded.
nicole was already seated at the couch with two steaming cups of coffee in front of her, almost as if she was waiting for you, which you knew she was. it was slowly becoming a little tradition you had with your boyfriendâs mom, you two would sit on the couch in their living room, casually chatting about something, while a movie played on the television in the background to your chatter.
âoscarâs still asleep, love?â she asked in a soft, yet chirpy tone as she noticed you walking down the stairs. your hair was still a bit messy, but nevertheless you looked gorgeous.
âyeah.â a chuckle escaped your lips as you took a seat next to her, taking the mug into your hands. âwe stayed up watching a movie last night, apparently i had missed out on the magnificence of david fincherâs filmography.â nicole giggled, shaking her head.
âah, yes. weâve been through that, too.â she smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. âso, iâve heard from hattie that youâre planning on going to suzuka with oscar. thatâs, hm⊠how did she call it? a hard launch, right?â you smiled softly, nodding your head at her question.
throughout your entire relationship with the oldest piastriâs kid, you have been to few races, most of them being his formula renault and three ones, when the schedule didnât overlap with any of your exams. during his first season in formula one, you were only at silverstone, but as a guest of max, making your first appearance in paddock since you were a baby. this time, youâd be there not as max verstappenâs younger sister, dressed in a red-bull jacket with your brotherâs number on the back, but as oscar piastriâs girlfriend.
âthatâs true, iâm really excited.â nicoleâs warm smile upon hearing your response made you feel even more sure that you were making a good decision. âitâs gonna be my last year at kingâs, and i really hope iâll be able to come to more races to support him. i donât want oscar to feel like i donât care about his dreams or achievements.â
âiâm sure he doesnât feel like that, love.â she reassured, reaching out to squeeze your hand with a slight nod. âyou still havenât told your family, have you?â nicole asked, her head tilted to the side in curiosity and empathy.
she was aware of your bumpy relationship with your family, so it wasnât a surprise sheâd asked that. you feared that oscarâs relatives would think you didnât take him seriously, and even if they did, they never showed it.
âi want to.â you spoke quietly, having taken a sip of the drink in your hands. âitâs been going on for too long and iâm fully aware of that. i canât see myself without your son, heâs⊠heâs probably the, uh, the best thing that ever happened to me.â the genuineness of your words was painfully evident. âi just want them to see that, i wouldnât be the person i am without him. iâm also just⊠a bit scared of their reaction. i donât want to hurt them.â
âiâm gonna be frank with you, love. i think they will be slightly hurt that you havenât told them about oscar earlier.â nicole started, giving you a look full of compassion. âbut you did say that they werenât insisting on staying in touch with you as much as they do now, your relationship hasnât been as good as it is right now, so after the initial shock, i think theyâre gonna understand why you havenât told them earlier.â
âthank you for saying that, nicole.â you replied softly, smiling at her with gratitude. âit gives me a bit of hope that things wonât go so bad.â
oscar got down an hour or so later, looking like he had just woken up, what was probably the truth. youâve had a hunch that he wouldâve woken soon, so you started preparing something for him to eat before he had to head out for his usual jog (which he skipped yesterday). his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
you giggled at the sensation of his light stubble against your skin, when he pressed a few lazy kisses along your neck. âgâmorning, baby.â he muttered, his voice still having that rought, just-woken-up ring to it. his slightly cold hands moved beneath your shirt, gently caressing your stomach, causing you to shiver at the contact. âwhat dâyou gossip about with mom today?â he asked, continuing with his antics.
âah, just stuff, love.â you replied, nicoleâs petnames rubbing off on you. âedie with a friend will stay at ours before the summer break ends.â you mentioned his younger sisterâs plan to come see london and all you got in a response was a soft hum.
âcool, cool.â oscar mumbled a few seconds later, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, making you bit back a moan. the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk at your reaction.
âah, fuck off, lad.â a giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face him, having finished preparing some scrambled eggs for the two of you. âgo eat, i promised max iâd call him.â after oscar stole a sweet and slow kiss from you, he sat down at the table, shamelessly watching you as you called your brother.
he knew that the situation was better, but he wanted to notice the tiny changes in your expression to comfort you within seconds. he probably wouldnât understand too much of what youâd say, but before the season started, heâs began thinking about putting a ring on your finger one day, and proposing in dutch sounded like a good idea, so⊠he started learning on his own, just to be able to surprise you, but also show your family that he cared about the possible language barrier.
âhey, penelope.â you smiled as the four years old girl greeted you after picking up maxâs phone. âcould you please give me max?â from what youâve known, max and kelly went to see her family in brazil, so hearing that p wasnât asleep, wasnât a surprise.
you couldâve heared ruffling on the other side of the call, before your brotherâs voice rang in your ears. âsorry, i was outside.â he apologised. âp said you wanted to talk, everything alright?â
âyeah, everythingâs alright.â you smiled at the hint of concern in his voice. âjust wanted to ask when youâre flying back to monaco.â you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
âah, around next week, i think. not sure though, why?â
âjust⊠uh,â you looked over at oscar and smiled to yourself. âi just wanted you to meet someone. think you could make a quick stop in london before monaco?â
you couldâve heard max stiffle a small gasp and it made you want to laugh. they thought youâd never find someone, didnât they? after looking at your nails, you turned your gaze to oscar, whose eyes were still watching you carefully. it was so endearing to see your boyfriend like that, so protective over you. you knew you made a good choice of not pushing him away, oscar must be your soulmate, thereâs no other way. you sent him a small wink as you awaited maxâs reply.
âsomeone?â he repeated the word. âas in friend? a boyfriend? god, i never thought iâd live to that day. heâs not fifty or something, right?â this time, you couldnât hold back the laugh. piastri smiled at the reaction, actually relieved that you werenât getting upset. heâs never seen you talk to jos, but he knew if that happened on his watch, the entire evening, day or week would be spend on comforting the shit out of you.
âwhat? no, jesus, youâre quite ridiculous.â you shook your head, a smile still present on your lips. âheâs my age, you idiot.â you rolled your eyes playfully, despite max couldnât see you.
âbut heâs good for you?â max asked for reassurance that you werenât getting into a relationship, which would end up hurting you more than anything else. âhe doesnât hurt you, or anything? and youâre sure heâs your age? that doesnât go well with your daddy issues.â
âiâm gonna pretend like i didnât hear that last bit.â you joked, sitting down at the table next to oscar, taking his hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. âheâs super good for me. wouldnât trade it for anything.â
the reasoning behind telling max before the summer break would end was simple, you didnât want the information to mess with his performance, but also so he wouldnât try and run your boyfriend off the track, or crash into him in a rush of emotions.
âalright, tell him to better treat my sister right or iâll run him over with my car.â
OSCAR WAS TRYING TO CALM YOU DOWN AS YOU paced around your shared apartment, a few days after the conversation you had with your brother. your brother, who was on his way from the heathrow airport to your home.
âbaby, itâs gonâ be alright.â he whispered, leaning close to your ear as he cupped your face in his hands, having brushing his nose against yours a few times affectionately. âmax wonât sacrifice his relationship with you, solely because you havenât told him about us. heâs gonna have to understand, alright? donât stress out.â his thumb moved against the skin of your cheeks, planting a kiss on your forehead.
âyou think so?â you asked, meeting his gaze as a small pout appeared on your lips.
âi know so, baby.â he soothed, trying to put your mind at ease, remembering how much hassle the situation had put on your shoulders, having heard you empty your stomach in the morning, when your phone went off once max had texted you that they have just arrived in london.
fourty minutes later, oscar was calling the security guard to let max, kelly, and penelope inside the building. the australian went back to the living room as you had planned beforehand, when you agreed on inviting them to your apartment.
âauntie yn!â penelope smiled, throwing herself at you. you swiftly picked her up, masking the shakiness of your hands. âmaxie said you have a boyfrieeeend.â she singsonged with a beam on her face. you could swear to god that in that moment youâd heard the faint sound of oscarâs laughter.
âmax.â you gave your brother a look, while he just shrugged unbashedly. âwhat? itâs true isnât it? where is that brit of yours?â
âheâs not british.â this time, max gave you a look that said he was confused, while you just shrugged, waving your hand at the three of them, before leading them to the living room. penelope noticed oscar first and murmured to you that he looked really pretty, a warm sensation spreading in your stomach, when the pretty boy smiled at you. the oldest verstappen might get angry or feel hurt, but at the end of the day, no one could do anything to break the two of you apart. youâd chain yourself to the aussie if it was necessary.
âwhaâ oscar?â maxâs mouth fell agape as he took in the sight of your boyfriend, who gave him a tiny, sheepish smile. âhold on a second, what?â he repeated, puting a strong emphasis on the last word.
you werenât sure if it was inappropriate for you to scoot a bit closer to your boyfriend, leaning against his side as your older brother tried to stomach the fact that the reason behind your often trips to australia was his on-track rival.
âbut you were with kelly at the silverstone, not leaving her side at all?â his confusion was messing with your anxiety and you had to do your best to stiffle the laugh bubbling up in your throat.
âyeah, um⊠we didnât met at silverstone.â it was oscarâs time to speak up as the bits of contact between you made him more relaxed. âwe⊠have been already dating back then.â piastri explained calmly, his arm going around your shoulders to bring you even closer.
âso thatâs why you cried!â kelly smiled at you as your cheeks flushed bright red.
silverstone was oscarâs best finish in formula one so far and seeing him end up almost on podium had melted your heart as you broke down in the red-bull garage. when kelly asked you what made you so emotional, you slipped a small lie, saying that it was because max earned another grand slam.
âyou cried?â oscar asked quietly, his heart swelled with love.
âshe had a full on mental breakdown.â piquet joked, your cheeks had turned its color from bright red to crimson. it was nothing to be embarrassed about, you loved your boyfriend with all your heart, you couldnât help but be proud of him for almost every day since you got together. although, he wasnât supposed to know about your little breakdown.
âi didnât know about that.â oscar teased you a little, gently pinching your side.
âwait, because i still donât understand. you were already dating at silverstone, when did you-did you start, then?â the red bull, who â rightfully â couldnât wrap his head around the possibility that what you were doing right now, wasnât a silly prank or tiktok of some sort, and you and oscar were actually together.
you opened your mouth to tell him the range of your anniversary, when oscar, like he was aked about it every other day, responded with; âeleventh of july, 2019.â
âfucking four years?â max asked, his eyes widening at the revelation. âfour years and you didnât tell?â
âi was scared that telling one of you would lead to telling dad, and i didnât want him to say something that would ruin what we have.â your voice dropped insignificantly, oscarâs arm around your body tightening in compassion. âheâs been my rock, i didnât want to risk losing oscar.â
your brotherâs face softened upon hearing the explanation and just smiled. âiâm not taking what i said back. you better treat her right, or iâll run you over with my car â on or off track.â
á°.áê© yourname . . . at melbourne! dec 28th, 2026
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yourname met this muppet in a bar after years of not believing in love (definitely not at the first sight), overworking myself and worrying all my friends that if i get into my dream university, iâll have no energy to push forward. took me one glimpse of him (and a jĂ€gerbomb) to realise that i need to walk up and talk to him. big thanks to arthur_leclerc for walking up to us and trying to embarrass him.
no one could ever make me as happy as you. not enough words, papers and ink to describe even the quarter of love i have for you, two times world champion. seven years and more to come. thank you for showing me that love can be unconditional and that with you next to me, everything is possible.
(ps. a small sneak peak of one significant bean with us to come through life together xx)
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oscarpiastri happiest seven years of my life. nothing compares to the feeling when iâm with you xx
yourname stop cutting the onions (ááŁá)Ő
inaya66 couldnât be happier for the two of you âčïž
ciarrrra thats a lot coming from u considering u didnt like oscar
aliyahbilal i wanna be you when i grow up
arthur_leclerc safe to say iâm gonna be the best man?? đ
oscarpiastri donât push it
arthur_leclerc i made you two possible
ciarrrra baby⊠she was on her way to him when u walked up to usâŠ
oscarpiastri so WE kind of made u 2 possible :p
maxverstappen1 stop posting sappy stuff, and get here already bean misses her favorite uncle xx
landonorris yeah n youâre not the one
charles_leclerc boys⊠i have a dog u really think u stand a chance
yourname thatâs really sweet that u think u ever stood a chance with alex, jack, and jamesâŠ
maxverstappen1 over her own blood??
yourname stop shaming my daughter for her choices old guy
sebastianvettel lots of love and happiness to your little family
ciarrrra sign me up for babysitter duty pleaseeee i miss my beanie âčïž
aliyahbilal nooo me me me need to catch up on those nursery gossips with my bestie!!!
victoriaverstappen canât wait to see you guys đ«¶đ«¶ hailey misses her bestie
mclaren we are always told things last âčïžâčïžâčïž
yourname you know itâs not true admin why do you lie đđ
hattiepiastri best soon to be sil đ„łđ„łđ„ł
yourname whats with you piastris and making me cry today!!!
nicolepiastri love you both lots xx
jackdoohan iâm the favorite?? need to come over with gifts asapđââïžđââïž
fin.
authorâs notes! super hyped to post this fic đ„č itâs honestly my baby that iâve been working on and thinking about it 24/7 (even when i was supposed to be studying LMAO) huge shoutout to my whatsapp girlies esp catalina and sonny!!!! this is kinda not proofread so if u saw any mistakes (which definitely were there) pretend like u didnt đđ part two with domestic dad!oscar and uncle!grid?? lemme know whatchu think <3 requests r open btw!!
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader
Summary: Dean could never keep his hands off of you, latching onto you whenever he could
Content: fluff, established relationship, clingy/touch-starved Dean, not proofread, English is not my first language, mistakes should be present, sorry!
Word count: 912
Dean was a lot of thingsâsharp-tongued, reckless at times, stupidly braveâbut you hadn't expected "clingy boyfriend" to be added to the list.
Yet somehow, here you were, flipping through dusty books with his head in your lap, eyes half-closed like an oversized housecat. He shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch, clearly uninterested in the research you were trying to get through.
"Dean," you sighed, nudging the book away from where it almost brushed against his face. "How am I supposed to read with your giant head in the way?"
"Don't mind me, sweetheart." he mumbled, eyes closing and voice bordering a purr. "You're doing great. Keep it up."
You gave his forehead a flick, earning a dramatic groan. He swatted half-heartedly at your hand but refused to move an inch. Instead, he stretched his legs out further, making himself even more comfortable.
"Seriously? You're not even gonna pretend to help?" you glared at him. "You know, I'd really appreciate it if you started flipping through some books too."
"Helping," he said lazily, cracking one eye open and giving you a smirk. "Emotional support."
Without waiting any further, he reached up, took your hand, and pressed it to his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair instinctively, and he melted under your touch like butter on a hot pan.
When you stopped and started to pull your hand back so you could flip a page of the book, he let out a pathetic whine, pushing your hand back against his head, like heâd die before letting you go.
"You're such a baby. I have to get this done before Sam comes back." you muttered, squishing his face between your fingers, making him pout.
"Cut it out," he grumbled, frowning up at you, though the way his frown dissolved when you laughed said otherwise.
"If you're not gonna help, you're not gonna complain either." you said, and he retaliated by kissing your wrist, peppering soft, warm kisses all the way up your arm.
You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. Dean's touchy-feely tendencies had only escalated since you started dating. Take the case last week, for example.
You'd been interviewing a witness at a diner, trying to keep your questions subtle and professional. Dean, however, had other ideas.
"So, you're saying the lights flickered just before you heard the noise?" you asked the frazzled waitress.
"Uh-huh," she nodded, glancing nervously between you and Dean.
Before you could respond, his hand found its way to the small of your back. Not a casual graze eitherânopeâit was a slow, deliberate caress, his fingers curling just enough to make his presence known. You froze, shooting him a warning glance, trying to shrug him off, but he was already leaning in closer, the picture of shamelessness.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, low enough that only you could hear. "You're doing amazing. Keep it up."
"Dean," you hissed through a forced smile. "Go sit down."
"What? I'm just keeping an eye on you," he replied, all wide-eyed innocence, grinning like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The poor waitress looked like she wanted to crawl into the freezer.
And then there was that time in the library when you'd been deep into research, scanning page after page. Dean had sauntered in, plopped down next to you, and proceeded to rest his chin on your shoulder while humming AC/DC under his breath.
"Keep reading, sweetheart. Iâm comfy." he murmured when you tried to shoo him off, knowing he'd just distract you. His arm snaked around your waist, and before you could protest, he was already pressing slow, feather-light kisses along your jaw.
Or the night you snuck into the kitchen for some quiet time with a PB&J. Five minutes later, Dean appeared in the doorway, his hair sticking up in every direction. He looked half-asleep, his brows pinched in sleepy frustration.
"What are you doing?" you asked, mid-bite of a PB&J.
"Couldn't sleep," he said, padding over to you with a frown. "Why'd you leave?"
"Dean, I was gone for five minutes."
He made a noise of dissatisfaction, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling lazily into the crook of your neck. "Come back to bed with me." he muttered, his voice soft and heavy with sleep.
It was ridiculous. The same tough-as-nails hunter who'd taken on demons, monsters, and literal death couldn't go five minutes without missing you. But as much as you teased him for it, it brought a certain warmth to your heart.
Because for all his bravado, Dean was just a guy who'd spent most of his life terrified of losing the people he cared about, loved. His over-the-top clinginess? It was his way of making up for lost time.
"Alright, fine," you said, swallowing the last bite of your sandwich and dusting your hands off.
He grinnedâsmug at first, but it quickly melted into something far softer. He let out a content hum, nuzzling closer.
"Right now, please." he murmured, his voice heavy with drowsiness.
"Alright, just don't fall asleep on me in the middle of the kitchen." you said, rubbing his arm, leading him back to the comfort of your shared bed.
Under the covers, Dean curled up against you, his arms wrapped around your body, his face buried in your neck. His breath was gentle and even, warm against your skin. Just before sleep took him, he murmured faintly, "Love you, sweetheart."
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smutty requests you say... maybe eddie x reader fooling around secretly, while wayne's home? so like a little exhibitionism kink?
i'm just now realizing i totally misread the prompt so pls forgive me anon, i'll happily write a part 2 to this if u want!! â the first time uncle wayne catches you and eddie in the actâą (established relationship, inspired by this universe, smut 18+ | 1.3k)
âAlright. Iâm headed out,â Wayne announces in a gravelly drawl, huffing as he rises from his creaking recliner. His work boots sound heavy on the worn carpet as he trudges towards the front door, closer to a wretched and unavoidable graveyard shift. His old bones are weighed down by a preemptive dread and a homemade meal you cooked with him in mind.
Eddie feels bad for being so happy to see him leave.
âHave fun,â the boy lilts playfully from where heâs sprawled along the couch, smiling wide with his head tilted to his shoulder.
Wayne grumbles vaguely in response.
âBye, Mr. Munson,â you grin more sincerely than the boy beside you.
The man flashes you a mere hint of a grin, which is a whole lot more than most people get these days. He pulls a worn baseball cap over his balding head and nods once in your direction. âBye, sweetpea,â he responds in his usual gritty and melodic Southern cadence.
The rusted hinges of the screen door squeal open and shut behind him. A wintery breeze billows in, briefly piercing the heated trailer and biting at Eddieâs burning skin.Â
You idle on the other side of the couch, with your eyes drawn to the sitcom playing in static colors ahead of you â unaware of your boyâs building desire and far too distant for his liking. Eddie marvels at your profile, unabashed and boyish, and waits for the perfect moment to strike.
He hears Wayneâs truck door close with a muffled thud. The ignition rattles for a moment, then roars when amber headlights shine suddenly through the sheer curtains. Eddie waits until he hears the tires crunch against the gravel drive before he pounces on you, like unsuspecting prey to a predator of unbridled longing.
You squeal when his mouth locks suddenly with your pulse, warm and wet on your unkissed skin. He wraps you in his arms like he intends to smother you against him. You swear you can feel his heart racing against your shoulder. His tongue darts along the most sensitive spot on your neck, and your head tips back with an airy laugh.
âWhat?â Eddie mumbles, muffled into your skin.
âNothing,â you giggle. âJust thought youâd last longer than that.â
âHm. Feel like Iâve heard that one before.â
âShut up,â you gripe, but pull him impossibly closer just the same.
You bury your nose in his wild curls, inhaling the sweet scent of his conditioner and the subtle skunky smell of weed. He mouths at your neck with an intentional sloppiness that makes your eyes flutter.
Eddie grumbles a moan against your skin, which you feel in little tingles in the pit of your stomach. âYou taste good,â the boy observes mindlessly into your pulse.
âI taste like sweat,â you scoff against his temple. âI still need to shower.â
âWhatâs the point? Youâre just gonna get dirty again.â
Eddie pulls away with a soft smack. His lips are rosy and softly swollen as they curl into a grin. His chocolate eyes swim with mischief as yours narrow into a squint. âYouâre such a boy,â you deadpan.
âJust love you,â the boy shrugs. âThatâs all.â
Youâre grateful when his lips finally meet yours. Youâre only able to breathe when heâs kissing you, in a heavy exhale through your nose that fans along his cupidâs bow. He licks into your mouth tasting like a homecooked meal and nicotine and boy. Something foreign and nostalgic and tender. You melt into him accordingly.Â
When he urges you to lay back against the couch, you let him. You cradle his face in your hands to keep him close as he props himself on his forearms, careful not to crush you despite his efforts to kiss the breath from your lungs. His weight is a comforting one anyway â body warm and lean and pleasantly heavy on top of yours.
You forget to take another breath until Eddie pulls away. You inhale deeply, lungs grateful for air, as the boyâs mouth treks down your jaw.
He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck and collarbone, spit cooling and drying again on your skin. Goosebumps pebble in their wake, while his hand slides down your stomach.
His fingertips creep into the waistline of your pajama pants, perhaps a fruitless distraction from the lovebite he sucks just below your jaw. Itâs a burning sensation of his teeth, followed by a warmer, more pleasant one as his tongue smooths over the bite.
âWhat are you? A vampire?â you giggle, fingers twisting in his hair.
You feel his smile curl into your neck. âMaybe,â he quips.
âI have to go leave eventually. You know that, right? And my roommates will freak if they see a hickey.â
Eddie whines between his kisses. âNo, you donât,â he insists with an audible frown. âWhy canât you just stay here forever?â
âEven if I wanted to, Wayne would still see. And that would be equally as horrifying.â
âHe wonât be back until morning,â Eddie argues, punctuated by his teeth scraping your pulse. âItâll be faded by then. Probably.â He licks over the bite and pulls away, peering down at you with a mischievous leer. âUnless⊠You want me to stop?â he offers in a sarcastic lilt.
You squirm under his gaze. âNoâŠâ you answer sheepishly.
He grins. âThen stop complaining, sweet thing.â
âEddie,â you scold when the boy ducks down again, continuing his assault on your delicate skin, though you make no further attempt to stop him.
His kisses grow wetter and warmer and more languid as his hand travels down down down. A breathy moan catches in your throat when his calloused palm cups your bare pussy.
The damp, velvet feeling of you makes Eddieâs eyes widen. He didnât know youâd be naked down there. He mightâve been more careful about it if he had.
âShit,â he huffs.
âSorry,â you squeak, face swirled apologetically.
Eddie pulls away again, head spinning as he stares down at you with heavy eyes. âNoâ Donâtâ Donât apologize for that shit, are you kidding?â he stammers, then laughs at how sorrowful you look. Like this could ever be a bad thing. âItâs hot.â
You smile sheepishly. âIâm just running out of clean clothes. Thatâs why I had to do the laundry today.â
âWell, next time, Iâm just gonna lock the door to the washer,â Eddie retorts playfully. âSo then you have to walk around naked.â
You roll your eyes. âYouâre such a boy,â you repeat, right before you drag him down by his shoulders to swallow him in another kiss.
You lick into his mouth only to find that his hand had never wavered. He cups you delicately there still, and creeps his middle finger between your satiny folds.Â
Your hips buck on instinct. His palm bumps your clit. Your moans entwine in a kiss.
The screen door opens again with another grating screech. You and Eddie part instantly, swollen mouths smacking as your heads turn in sync.
Wayne stills in the doorway, weathered face swirled in horror. Neither of you move for several long moments â like, if you stay still, youâll turn invisible somehow.
âReally?â Wayne huffs. âOn the couch?â
Eddieâs wide eyes dart awkwardly. âWhat are you doing here?â he wonders breathlessly, still on top of you and still with his hand down your pants.
âForgot my damn wallet.â Wayne keeps his gaze averted as he trudges to the tiny, square dining table by the window. He tucks the leather billfold into the pocket of his navy jumpsuit and promptly returns the way he came.
You and Eddie spare a wordless look of horror between you in the meanwhile.
âDo it in a bed next time, alright?â Wayne advises from the doorway with his back facing you. The rusted door creaks open and, just before it shuts behind him, you hear him shout. âAnd use protection!â
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David Gaider on Fenris, under a cut for length:
"Fenris. Now, DA2 is a story all on its own but I'm not going to go there other than to sum it up as "we had just over a year and a half to make this". It's why I only wrote one follower, Fenris, and although it'll make his fans mad: I probably shouldn't have. Let me explain. The way we'd approach making the followers is brainstorming a list of concepts covering first the array of gameplay classes (and sub-classes) and then making sure they each have some skin in the game when it came to the story's conflicts - ideally having characters on both sides of the major ones. Why? You can't make a player care about the world, but you can make them care about characters who care about the world. It's the easiest way to provide hooks into a conflict, outside of it knocking on the player's door. Heck, it's probably better than that. Players will burn the world for approval. After that, we'd decide things like romances/sexuality. Then the writers would pick who they'd write. I always let my writers pick first. I figured they do their best work when it's something they're inspired to write... and they got so few chances at ownership, I wanted to give it whenever I could It's why I (reluctantly) let Patrick wrest Cole from my grasp in DAI, a character I'd created in Asunder. It's also why I let Jennifer take Anders in DA2, who I'd started in Awakening. In this instance, it meant I was left with the angry elven warrior character who nobody else appeared to want."
"It should have been my first clue that something was up. The second was how the artists had zero clue what to do with him. The art concepts were all over the place - from mages to crows to... well, even weirder. No matter how hard I tried to explain the idea, the artists simply didn't seem to get it Does this mean he was a bad character? Not exactly. Just an idea that probably deserved some re-examining. You can tell when an idea has a certain spark, and part of that is being easy to communicate. Sadly, there wasn't time for any re-examining even if it'd occurred to me. And it didn't, not yet. If it had, if I had time, maybe I'd have re-booted him as a templar. Someone pro-templar rather than anti-mage, who could give a personal hook into Meredith and give the templars some badly-needed humanity. But this falls into the shoulda-woulda-coulda category. I had a follower to write. Quickly. I struggled, at first. It was hard to get away from "Fenris hates everything, all the time". It felt very one-note, and I didn't know where to take him. My third clue, I guess. I also wasn't sure if I was the right person to write a former slave. I did know that couldn't be the center of his story. I did know trauma, however. How it can eat you up. How the hate and resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. How it can infect your relationships. Fenris's trauma isn't my trauma, obviously, but here I dipped into a more personal part of myself than I'd ever done before."
"It gave me the center of his story I was missing, but wow was it uncomfortable. In a good way, maybe. I likely wouldn't have, if I hadn't been so desperate. In a way, I think DA2 had some of our best writing *because* of the timeline. It was raw, with little time to sand down the interesting parts. I wouldn't have done the "Fenris doesn't talk to you for three years" thing if I'd known we were going to cut all the reactivity initially planned for the time jumps. When that call was made, I campaigned to cut the jumps to a year, but there was no time for the revisions it'd need. So, um. Awkward. I used to get asked where the name came from, and I... don't remember? Obviously it's derived from Fenrir, but I don't recall why we picked that. Someone pointed at Fenris the Feared from Joe Abercrombie's books... and I did read them, so maybe the name lodged in my head? Wouldn't be the first time. Casting Fenris turned out to be easy. He was the first time I requested a specific VA and got him. (The other times were Merrill and then Solas, my two "I want these specific Welsh actors, please".) Why? OK, if you must know, I'd played a bit of Final Fantasy XII. I heard Balthier. "Yes, that." đ
And Gideon Emery was a delight, as it turned out. Consummate professional, and that lovely gravel in his voice... good god. Bite the knuckles. There was a struggle to find the voice at the outset where I did my best not to say "just pls do Balthier" but he found Fenris on his own and it was amazing. Overall, Fenris turned out better than he had any right to, considering the rocky start. He had a lot of soul, a vulnerability forged by pain that struck a chord with a lot of players, and I'm glad. Do I regret anything? Probably having him live in a corpse-filled mansion that would never update. That's a hindsight thing, though, as again the cut to reactivity over the time jumps came late. Outside of that, maybe letting the player give him back to Danarius? Poor shock value and a waste of resources because almost nobody took the option. Good evil options are ones that are tempting to take. And the lyrium tattoos. Interesting concept, but they're probably why you'll never see Fenris in a future DA. He requires a custom body, and the tattoos make that expensive. It's why I put Fenris in my 4th DA novel - the cancelled one. Don't fret, though. He died in it, so this way he lives on. đ"
[source thread]
User: "Wait wait how does he die in [the cancelled novel]??" David Gaider: "Gloriously, after taking up a cause he didn't believe in at first but then made his own, one that allowed him to rediscover what it meant to be elven." [source] David Gaider: "Iâm not sorry about the novel cancellation. Iâm the one who cancelled it. I am kinda sad we couldnât make it work, though. Considering it was after I left the DA team, it would have been my final DA hurrah." [source] David Gaider: "From my perspective, it was kind of "well if you're never going to use him again, let me at least give him a proper send off" and the story required a glorious death... but I get that's not the story his biggest fans would want (which is Hawke + Fenris 4ever), so it's just as well." [source]
User: "You all did some incredible work with such a tight deadline" David Gaider: "I'm of the opinion that even if we'd had only another six months to bake, DA2 would be remembered as a classic and not either a flawed gem or underbaked sequel, depending on who you ask." [source]
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Overanalyzing this scene:
1. Vi is speechless. Cait is being playful. Cait is teasing her. Also, sheâs basically saying, âI sent my guards away so we can be alone.â
2. Vi gets the message. Months of yearning finally come to the surface. Vi initiates, and Cait is receptive. The yearning could not be more mutual.
3. Cait goes to grab that ass, but something stops her. Maybe sheâs not sure how far Vi wants to take this. Or maybe she was just trying to embrace Vi, and the editors pulled a little sneaky on us. Regardless, Cait closes the distance between their bodies. She wants to feel Vi against her.
4. Vi knows what she wants. She wants Cait. She wants to taste her sweet Cupcake.
5. Vi goes for the neck. Cait is responsive. She likes how it feels.
6. Another kiss, but Cait pauses. She doesnât want any more secrets between them. She tells Vi about Maddie.
7. Vi gives Cait the honest truth. She doesnât fucking care. She wants Cait, and nothing will change that.
8. Up until this point, Cait has been holding back because of Maddie. Now that thatâs been cleared up, she matches Viâs intensity. Look at her hand sliding up to Viâs face, mirroring Viâs hand on her face. She wants Vi just as badly as Vi wants her.
9. Theyâre moving. Itâs getting heated. Vi goes up on her toes so she can bury her face in Caitâs shoulder, then goes for that ass. Cait starts pulling her shirt up. Cait is eager to get to the point, and Vi just wants to feel her.
10. Viâs fantasies are starting to become a reality. Look at her face. She never thought this day would come, and now itâs happening. Now look at Caitâs face. Look at her eyes. Sheâs happy. Look at the way she casually blows the hair out of her face.
11. Vi is understandably nervous, but look at Caitâs hands. Sheâs being so gentle with Vi. Plus, you know that shot of Viâs tattooed back was meant to mirror a similar shot from S1E4.
12. Cait likes what she sees. She goes to touch Viâs wound. Sheâs gentle.
13. Vi recognizes that Cait is trying to be gentle, but she doesnât mind getting rough. She pulls Cait back in and kisses her. Cait kisses back. This is happening.
14. Cait finally gets to second base, and look at her left arm. Look at the way she embraces Vi. Then Vi makes it clear that, although they are equals, sheâs the top, at least this time.
15. Vi goes for the pants but fumbles slightly, and Cait not only smiles, but giggles. They both giggle. Theyâre so happy.
16. They may be vertical, but this shot basically cements that Vi is the primary top in their relationship.
17. The neck kisses. The way Cait is starting to cling to Vi. Cait doesnât just want this anymore, she needs it, and the feeling is mutual.
18. Vi starts moving south. She can probably feel Caitâs heart pounding. Hers is probably pounding too. Look at Caitâs face. Sheâs already lost herself in the moment. Look at the way Vi looks up at her, watching for her reaction, ready to stop if Cait gets uncomfortable.
19. Vi finally gets to taste exactly how sweet her Cupcake is, and Cait finally gets to experience an orgasm that brings her joy.
ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - âKilling is a Cycleâ
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Out of My Head | Azriel x Reader
Azriel x Reader x Eris | Your father, the Night Courtâs astrologer, is called to Velaris and you tag along with the hopes of catching a glimpse of Azriel, the one youâre madly in love with. The opportunity for Azriel to show you around comes up and you take it, unaware that things are about to become messyâŠ
warning: this was meant to be cute & short to show your relationship with Az but it ended up being 5,685 words oops lol, some angst, rhys kinda being an asshole again
a/n: Eris does make an appearance in this if you look closely đ€ I tried to write this fic off as a stand alone so it's still easy to follow but if you need more context, here is the masterlist.
Meeting Azriel had felt like fate, as if the stars and his shadows themselves had conspired to cross your paths. Becoming his friend had been a choice. But falling in love with him? That was out of your control, like being swept away by a tide you hadnât noticed rising.Â
Now, you were drowning and happy to drown. To let the flood of him consume you entirely. Every time youâd see him, even from afar, itâd fill your chest with a feeling you couldnât explain, your heart leaping at the mere thought of catching his gaze.
You welcomed the flood of emotions, let it carry you to depths youâd never dared to explore. Your heart was so irrevocably his, you had no desire to find the surface.
So when Rhysand had invited your father to Velaris to discuss his first bornâs birth chart, you insisted on coming along. It had taken days of pleading to wear down his resolve, but you had done it. Manifested it, rather, with the help of the moonwater you kept hidden beneath your bed.
Seeing Azriel was not guaranteed, as you were unsure if heâd even be in Velaris. But that wasnât the only reason you wanted to go. Leaving behind the harshness of the Court of Nightmares, even for a short while, was reward enough. And if fortune smiled upon you, perhaps your father would let you assist with the reading, just this once.
Your father had never quite embraced your desire to follow in his footsteps. The way heâd look at both you and your brother with that disappointed gleam in his eyes stung. He had always hoped you would stay at home and learn the ways of a âperfect,â traditional Night Court wife, much like your mother. His dreams of a successor rested squarely on your brotherâs shoulders, not yours. But much to his dismay and your relief, your brother had chosen to become a warrior in Keirâs army.
Everything you knew of astrology, youâd learned by sneaking into his sessions, stealing glances at his star charts, or losing yourself in the dusty books of the Night Courtâs observatory. That cold, stone-walled tower had become your sanctuaryâyour only glimpse of the night sky.
Though still in the Night Court, the air in Velaris was different. It felt cleaner, lighter. Freer. A wonderful contrast to the oppressive weight of the Court of Nightmares. You took a deep breath, savoring the rare glimpse of the day sky from the High Lordâs impressive townhouse, your father having just winnowed you both.
The sun felt so warm and soothing against your skin. Too caught up in the beauty of the daytime sky, you didnât notice when your father abruptly stopped. You walked straight into him, sending the heavy box and stack of books in your arms tumbling to the ground.
A hiss of disapproval escaped your father as he turned to scowl at you.
âIâm sorry,â you mumbled, quickly dropping to your knees to gather the scattered items.
âI shouldâve left you at home,â he said with an exhausted sigh.
"But who then would assist you in bearing the weight of all these books, given the state of your back? Rest assured, my arms are more than capable,â you said with a huff as you slowly rose back to your feet, arms overwhelmed with the weight of your fatherâs things. âI shall gladly bear the burden for you, father."
âClearly.â Your father said dryly, his gaze pointedly lingering on the dented corner of one of the boxes.
You winced at his tone, grateful his back was turned to you again. The door to the High Lordâs and High Ladyâs house opened, the former being the one to greet you. Even Rhysand was different here. His violet eyes gleamed warmly, free of the cruelty he wore like armor in the Court of Nightmares. The smile he sent you both softened some of the tension knotting your chest.
 âDamus, Y/n,â he greeted. âI appreciate you both coming all this way.â
Rhysand gestured for you to follow him. This was not your first time in Velaris but it was your first time meeting Rhysand in a private residence of his here. You couldnât hold back the small gasp that escaped you as you marveled at the beauty around. Paintings, no doubt crafted by the hands of your High Lady, adorned the wall and there was light. So much light and warmth in this house. It truly felt like a home. No stone walls, no darkness, no cold.
There was a flutter in your chest when you felt something cool and velvet-like brush against your legs. You instinctively glanced down, though the books obstructed your view. And when you looked back up, there it wasâthat giddy leap in your heart.
Azriel immediately rose from the couch he had been seated on, his hazel eyes meeting yours before they dropped to the weight in your arms. With a few swift steps, he was in front of you, plucking the boxes and books from your grip as though they weighed nothing. You exhaled softly, your thanks barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears.
Azriel smiled, shadows curling gently around him as he shifted closer. âI wasnât sure youâd be coming along today,â he murmured.
âNeither was I,â you admitted, turning your head toward him as you continued to walk. âBut Iâm glad I did.â
âSo am I,â Azriel said.
Your cheeks burned at his words, and you quickly averted your gaze. Azriel was glad you were here. Perhaps, even waiting for you, hoping for you to show up. That had to mean something, didnât it? Perhaps it was proof of what youâd always suspectedâthat the bond you felt pulling you toward him wasnât one-sided. A spark of vindication flared as you imagined Eris sneering at you from some dark corner of your mind. If only he were here to witness this moment. To see just how wrong heâd been.
Azriel did like you and it was only a matter of time before it evolved into something more.
You frowned, shaking the thought away. Why were you even thinking about Eris? And since when did proving anything to him matter?
âY/n.â Your fatherâs sharp tone dragged you back to reality. âThe books.â
âOh,â you breathed, glancing at Azriel, who still held them. Before you could speak, your fatherâs gaze darkened as he realized the task you were supposed to handle had been passed off.
Azrielâs jaw tightened but he said nothing as he handed the books and boxes over.
You moved to follow your father into the study, but he blocked your path, his glare cutting through you. âStay here and donât cause trouble,â he said before the door shut with a resounding thud.
You flinched, staring at the closed door. âSweet Cauldron,â you muttered under your breath, âdid Mercury retrograde move into his mood?â
A shadow curled around your wrist, the soft caress of it soothing the sting of your fatherâs dismissal. The corner of your lips lifted slightly. Azriel had told you once how the shadows came to him during a time of unbearable darkness, offering comfort when nothing else could. They showed him that darkness wasnât inherently wicked, that it could hold its own kind of solace and strength.
Azriel had also told you that his shadows didnât approach others. At least not like this, so openly and friendly. To them, you were one of the few exceptions, having met them before you properly acquainted yourself with their master.
You often wondered why. Did they sense the sorrow you tried to bury beneath and conceal? The longing that seeped into your soulâlonging not just for their master but for freedom, for a life beyond the suffocating confines of the Court of Nightmares?
Your gaze lifted, finding Azrielâs attention focused on the tendril wrapped around your wrist. His hazel eyes darkened slightly, thoughtful, as if trying to decipher a mystery.
âWell, what am I supposed to do now?â
Azriel blinked, his attention falling back to you, gaze softening. The siphons on his leathers caught the light and your eye. You followed the movement of his arms as he slid his hands into the pocket of his leathers and wondered what theyâd look like in casual clothing. And how far did those tattoos stretch, the ones that peeked above his collar and disappeared into those leathers?Â
âWe could go for a walk?â
Your brows lifted in surprise. âA walk?â
Azriel sauntered closer to you and a tingly sensation bubbled up in your stomach. âItâs a beautiful day outside and I would hate for you to waste it in here.â
âBut my fatherâŠâ
âHe doesnât have to know,â Azriel replied with a small, sly grin that felt almost boyish, his shadows dancing around him. He then gestured toward the door to Rhysandâs study, where some of his shadows had already slithered beneath the gap, lying in wait. âYour father will be in there for a while. And besides, I did promise you Iâd show you around, didnât I?â
You bit your lip in contemplation, gaze flickering between the door and Azriel. This was what youâd wanted, been hoping for, wasnât it? A chance to see Azriel, and now here he was, offering you his time. Your heart leaped at the opportunity, already screaming yes.
But your mind wasnât so easily swayed. What if your father needed you? Wouldnât this be your perfect chance to prove your worth, to show him how capable you were? Then again, the way he had dismissed you earlier, slamming the door in your face, made it clear he wasnât expecting or even wanting your helpâŠ
âOnly if youâd like, of course,â Azriel added, his tone soft. He mustâve sensed your troubled thoughts. âI can always keep you company here instead.â
The flutter in your chest returned with full force. Azriel seemed to really want to spend time with you. Alone. And as much as you admired the beauty of the High Lordâs house, the promise of fresh air, open skies, and Azrielâs company was too tempting to resist.
You found yourself nodding, your heart overriding your head. âI think Iâd like to go for a walk.â
**
Velaris continued to take your breath away.Â
Children darted between market stalls, their faces alight with pure delight as they chased one another without fear. So incredibly and unbelievably different to the cold silence and rigid rules of propriety in Hewn City. Here, no one glanced over their shoulder with suspicion or hurried along with their head bowed.
The people of Velaris moved freely. Kindness radiated from strangers who greeted one another warmly, who paused to chat in the bustling markets or helped an elder carry their bags. Artists lined the streets, painting the cityâs beauty on canvas while musicians filled the air with beautiful melodies.
Azriel led you through the city, showing you as many places he could. He took you to a small bakery first, where he swore the best chocolate croissants were made. Then, to a cafe that sold a variety of appetizing teas. You drank it all in, committing the wonders of Velaris to memory.
As you walked along a bridge, the riverâs gentle current caught your eye. It was broad daylight yet, the water glimmered like liquid starlight. You paused, resting against the bridgeâs railings. Azriel moved to stand beside you, tucking in his wings so they wouldnât bump against you.Â
You couldnât help but think how unfair life could be. For a place such as Hewn City to exist at the same time as this one. Both of the same court, yet so divided. And why had you been born in the wrong one?Â
Azriel picked up on the way your expression had fallen. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you said and at the way Azrielâs eyes watched you closely, you knew he was not convinced. You let out a soft sigh, relenting. Â
âItâs justâŠI thought places like this only existed in my dreams,â you glanced down at your hands. âAnd now, I just canât help but dread my attendance at the next Court of Nightmareâs ball even moreâŠwhen I could be here instead, watching the stars from the City of Starlight itself..free of any worry, any burdens.â
Azriel frowned at the hidden implication of your words.
A dark tendril fluttered toward you, brushing the hair that had fallen back behind your ear. Another softly brushed against your face and wiped a stray tear away. More went to you, wrapping around your hands, seeking to give you comfort and you honestly werenât sure if it was of their own will or Azrielâs.
Their comfort brought you back to the fateful night you first met them. Youâd known of themâof the Night Courtâs shadowsinger, at leastâlong before you actually knew them. The same way you had known Cassian was the Night Courtâs leading general and Morrigan, the court overseer.
**
Things had changed after the events under the mountain. High Lord Rhysand had gathered the Court of Nightmares council, a tense meeting filled with bitter accusations thrown across the room. Keir and a few other noble lords, including your father, sat around the table, each one arguing fiercely over who did what under Amaranthaâs rule.
As the heated exchange unfolded, your fatherâs loyalty was questioned, and the words left you unsettled. You had nearly spilled wine over one of the lords in your discomfort, hands trembling as you failed to properly grip the chalice.
But then, a dark shape emerged from the shadows, winding its way around your wrist like a silent guardian. The shadow stayed there, curling around you in such a way that was strangely comforting.
You had snuck glances at the shadowsinger then.Â
Azriel stood just behind Rhysand, his face a stoic mask. His attention was elsewhere, either unaware or pretending to be, of the shadow that had strayed from him and wrapped around you.
A break was called. And then, Keir, always the one to provoke, threw an insult at your father. You had no control over your tongue, the words slipping from you without thought. It was in defense of your family but speaking out of turn was a dangerous thing for a female to do. Especially in this court.Â
And though you had done it in your fatherâs defense, he did not return the favor. His face twisted in a mixture of disgust and disapproval, making you feel smaller than you ever had.
Keirâs face reddened with rage and as he glared at you, the shadow around your wrist tightened. Azrielâs eyes flashed, a cold, sharp stare locking onto Keir. It was the closest thing to protection anyone had offered you in this ruthless court. It left you stunned and wide-eyed.Â
You had been quickly dismissed by your father then. The weight of your courtâs cruelty pressed down on you, suffocating. You fled, finding an empty room, locking yourself away in a cold, lonely corner of the building.
And then the tears came. You didnât even notice the darkness that had formed around you, so accustomed to the shadows yourself. But this wasnât the same darkness. This one was⊠different. Comforting. Protective.
You could only stare at them in awe, one hand reaching upwards to touch the shadows.
But when the door creaked open, your hand fell back to your side. Fear had risen in your throat as your gaze shot to the tall figure in the doorway. You shifted backwards, your back hitting the stone wall behind you, fearing the worst. It was the shadowsinger. And he had come to punish you on behalf of your father.
But he did no such thing.
His eyes swept over the shadows surrounding youâhis shadows. The mask of indifference he always wore slipped for just a moment. A faint furrow appeared between his brows, shock flashing in his eyes.
âIâm so sorry,â he murmured, sending the shadows a look that had them slithering back to him, albeit reluctantly. âIf theyâve scared you. They donât normally do thisâŠare you alright?â
You blinked the tears from your eyes. âYouâre not going to punish me?â
His brow furrowed deeper, confusion crossing his face. âPunish you? For what?â
There was a flicker of recognition in his gaze, followed by a soft exhale. He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. His shadows swirled around him, some curling around his ear, whispering to him. Whatever they whispered to him had his expression softening.
âIf anyone needs punishment, itâs Keir. For having the nerve to talk to you like that.â
Azriel took your silence as an invitation. He lowered himself, slowly, attentive to the way your breath hitched. Finding no resistance from you, he flared his wings slightly to allow him to settle on the floor across from you. His boots brushed against your shoes, and he gave a quiet apology. Others had done much worse and yet, no one had ever apologized to you.
âIâm Azriel,â he told you with a small smile, quickly adjusting himself to the cramped space. âYouâve met my shadows. Though I control them, they donât always listen. Sometimes, they follow their own will. I really hope they didnât frighten you.â
You were still frozen in disbelief, but in that moment, something inside you shifted. A spark of hopeâa spark you hadnât known existed in the Court of Nightmares, didnât know could exist. Â
âThey didnât. Theyâre nice,â you admitted quietly, gaze following the movement of his shadows. Your eyes then met Azrielâs, surprised at the warmth you saw in them.
And then slowly, you felt your body relax. âIâm y/nâŠâ
**
A shadow wrapped itself around your wrist, squeezing you gently, pulling you from your thoughts. You couldnât help but wonder if it was the same one from that night.
âSorry,â Azriel murmured sheepishly, the same way he always did when his shadows caught him off guard. âThey really like you.â
The shadow unraveled from your wrist, slowly and reluctantly. It returned to Azriel, the others that had begun to surround you doing the same.
âSâokay,â you shrugged, though a small wave of disappointment settled over you at the thought of his shadows acting on their own will and not his. âI like them too. My little friends, they keep me company during those dreaded court events. Them and Eris, though the latter isnât exactly one I welcomeâŠâ
Azrielâs body tensed at the mention of the Autumn male.
âBut itâs strange,â you continued, not sure why you were telling Azriel this. âDespite all the insults he throws my way, heâs somehow kinder than all the other males at court. Maybe Autumn males areââ
âPlease, donât ever pair Eris and the word âkindâ in the same sentence,â Azriel interjected, his tone filled with disbelief. âYou have to be careful around him, Y/n. I donât know why he gravitates toward youâŠâ Your heart stuttered in your chest and Azriel's gaze hardened. âBut heâs not to be trusted. If he continues to bother youâŠâ
Was that⊠jealousy? The thought made your pulse quicken, but you kept your expression steady.
âHeâs fine,â you said, your voice a little too casual. Azriel went still, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. You felt the heat rise in your neck, and you hastily added, âI meanâit's fine. Nothing I canât handle.â
âDoesnât mean you have to,â Azriel insisted. He turned to face you fully, and your stomach fluttered at the intensity in his gaze. âI can handle him for you.â Â
Azrielâs presence alone was enough to make anyone think twice before crossing you. It sure kept Keir from lashing back at you all those years ago and the handsy, sickening males away from you during court events. You knew he would handle Eris without hesitation. So you shouldâve said yes, and accepted his offer.Â
But, as the words settled on your tongue, you hesitated. You werenât sure you wanted him to.
However strange and uncomfortable your encounters with Eris often were, there was something intriguing about him. Something that pulled at you despite his sharp words and caustic demeanor. It was almost like a game, a dance of sorts, and you found yourself drawn to it. To him, more than you cared to admit.
A small part of you wanted to continue this twisted back-and-forth with him. He was not a welcome companion but one whose absence would, much to your denial or disbelief, go noticed. The way he challenged you, made your pulse quicken, even when you didnât want it to. The way his eyes lingered just a little too long, and how he always seemed to know exactly how to get under your skinâŠ
No. You didnât want Azriel to step in. Not yet. Not while this strange curiosity about Eris still simmered beneath your skin.Â
âI can handle it,â you murmured, though the words felt more like a reassurance to yourself than to him. Your gaze trailed after the fae strolling along the riverâs edge. Before Azriel could protest, you turned to him with a smile, changing the conversation. âCan we walk along the shore?â
The Sidra river was even lovelier up-close. With the sun beginning to set, the sky blushed in hues of pinks and oranges and you felt as if you were walking through a dream. A dream you didnât want to wake up from. Azriel walked quietly beside you, the tension from earlier gone.
You breathed in deeply, reveling in the sweet mixture of fresh air and Azrielâs scent. The sound of water rippling against the shore was just as soothing as the early evening breeze. Your gaze fell on a rock ahead, its smooth surface glimmering in the fading light, and you quickly bent down to pick it up.Â
âItâs beautiful,â you murmured, watching as the stone sparkled like starlight cupped in your hand.
âItâs a rock,â Azriel said drily.
You couldnât help but grin, lifting the rock to show him. âItâs not just any rock,â you corrected him. âItâs a rock from Velaris. Itâll make a perfect addition to my growing collection ofââ
âRocks,â Azriel finished for you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
He knew about your rock collection. Of course, he knew. How could he not? Azriel had been the one to enable it. It had started as a joke, a silly request from you when he had mentioned visiting Spring. You had asked for a souvenir, half expecting him to politely decline. Â
"What could you possibly want from Spring?" he had asked. âA rock?â
And out of all the things you couldâve chosen, you had simply nodded your head. âSure.â
The way he had returned from his mission, slipping a smooth rock from his leathers and placing it in your hand, had been so unexpected, so sweet. Youâd gasped, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He had remembered.Â
And when he mentioned going to Winter Court next, you had shyly grinned at him, asking for another âsouvenir.â What had started as an innocent collection had become something far more significant to you. Azriel didnât know but that rock from Spring was the first gift you had ever received in yearsâdecades, almost.
You treasured those silly rocks, keeping them lined up neatly on your dresser. You even painted them with little designsâdaisies on the rock from Spring, a tiny shell on the one from Summer, and snowflakes on the one from Winter.
âThis may actually finish my collection,â you mused, slipping the rock into the pocket of your skirts, your smile soft.
âI thought I had brought you one already?â
âMustâve slipped your mind,â you replied with a playful shrug of your shoulders.
Azrielâs expression shifts into one of mock seriousness. âForgive me, my lady,â he said, bowing his head before his voice turned teasing. âWhat will I bring you now, then? Iâll be flying out to Dawn next week. You sure you donât want another rock from there? Or perhaps, this time, a jar of dirt?â
You rolled your eyes, the motion automatic but immediately followed by a sharp pang in your chest as your heart seemed to freeze. A lady, especially one from your court, rolling her eyes at a male? No matter how familiar you could be with a male, a gesture such as this was dangerous and unforgiving.
But Azriel only chuckled, his gaze warm and unbothered. Relief rushed through you, leaving you momentarily breathless, though you tried to play it off with a dry tone. âHa,â you said, your thoughts already drifting to other possibilities. âBut, if you are going to DawnâŠâ
He tilted his head, eyebrows raising slightly as his lips curved. âGo on.â
âI wouldnât be opposed to a featherâŠâ
His dark brows furrowed in confusion, and you felt your heart beat louder in your chest. âA feather?â he repeated.
You shrugged again, trying to look casual about it. âA feather from a swan from Dawn. Theyâre native to the court and mate for life, you know. Some see them as a symbol for love and fidelity. Iâd like a feather so that I can add it to my Aphrodite altar.â
âI see.â Azrielâs gaze had turned thoughtful, clearly processing the information. There was a brief pause, and you held your breath, suddenly aware of how ridiculous your request might soundâŠ
 âY/n, are you⊠practicing witchcraft?â
You react almost too quickly, itâs suspicious.Â
âNo,â you said, shaking your head with a small laugh. Even though you had sought out the help of a witch not too long ago, something youâd probably take to the grave with you, given the failed results. Or the fact that this feather would be an offering given with intent to Aphrodite for luck and blessings in loveâŠ
âWell, not exactly, I justâitâs aâŠâ
âI donât think I want to know,â Azriel mused with a chuckle, saving you from whatever disaster of an excuse you could come up with. The sound of his laughter was like a release, the tension in your shoulders easing. âIf itâs a Swanâs feather you want, then Iâll make sure I bring one to you.â
There was something in his tone, the certainty in which he said the words, that had warmth pooling in your stomach. It was the kind of warmth that spread quickly, making your whole body feel lighter and creeping up into your chest.Â
You turned to look at him. âReally?â
âReally.â
Your feet faltered as the rush of emotions made you dizzy. You barely noticed the uneven ground beneath you, and before you could regain your balance, you felt yourself tipping forward. Azrielâs hand shot out, gripping your arm and pulling you steady against him.
Your breath hitched at the feeling of his touch, gaze falling to where his hand rested on your arm. Slowly, your gaze trailed upwards. Azrielâs gaze was soft, his eyes searching yours in that way that made your heart race.Â
âThank you,â you breathed.
âOf course.â
You were both so close now, you could feel the heat of his breath. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. The sound of the river faded, replaced by the pounding of your heart. His free hand brushed against yours, a touch that sent a spark skittering across your skin.
And then, it happened.
A sharp, sudden tightening in your chest.
It wasnât the pleasant flutter youâd grown accustomed to in Azrielâs presence. No, this was something else entirely. A pull, intense and demanding, like an unseen thread yanking you backward. You gasped, flinching out of Azrielâs grip, who immediately let you go when he felt your resistance.
Your hand flew to your chest. Azrielâs brows furrowed in concern and his shadows stirred anxiously, circling you as if they could shield you from whatever had caused your distress. âAre you alright?â
âI⊠I donât know,â you murmured, your fingers pressing against the spot where the ache had settled, desperate to soothe the inexplicable burning. âBut I think Iâm fine now. â
You werenât sure if you were reassuring him or yourself. But you pushed the feeling aside, turning back to Azriel with an uncertain smile.
He took a hesitant step closer, hand hovering over your shoulder. âAre you sure? I can take you to a healerââ
âNo,â you immediately shook your head, eyes widening. Calling for a healer meant risking your father finding out you had not heeded to his order of staying put, of you not causing trouble. Youâd rather suffer the consequences of whatever sickness had suddenly struck you than be left to deal with your fatherâs reproach.
âIâm okay. Could weâcould we head back now?â
**
Azriel's pov
Worry continued to brew in Azrielâs mind as he watched you settle onto an armchair, hand still rubbing at your chest. His shadows twitched restlessly, curling tighter around him. You had always been easy to read but he found himself struggling to decipher the distant look in your eyes. You hadnât even looked his way once since he winnowed you both back to the townhouse.
He parted his lips, ready to urge you to see a healer, despite your earlier protest. But a shadow curled itself around his ear and he made himself busy with the book in his hand instead.
The door to Rhysandâs study opened. Azrielâs shadows whispered to him as they noted the way you had stiffened the moment your father stepped out and forced a smile onto your face. He was always unsettled by your fatherâs indifference to you, his grip on the book he held tightening.
"Letâs go home."
Lord Damusâs voice was detached as he dumped the books in his arm into yours. Azriel noticed immediately that it was a smaller load than what you had arrived with, but that did little to ease him as you winced under the weight.
He moved instinctively to help you, but the harsh stare Rhysand shot at him from across the room made him pause. Azriel blinked, momentarily stunned by the anger that flashed in Rhysandâs eyes.
"Thank you for your time, Lord Damus. I wish you both a safe trip back," Rhysand said, his voice smooth and composed, contrasting the look he had sent Azriel.
Lord Damus bowed in respect and you did the same. Albeit, with a struggle, given all the weight in your arms. Some of Azrielâs shadows darted toward you, hiding within the shadows of the sitting room. They settled underneath the books you carried, helping you silently. And at the way your arms eased, so did Azrielâs.
It was short lived because as soon as you and your father disappeared, Rhysand turned back to him.
âMy office. Now.â
Rhysandâs tone left no room for questioning or contemplating. Azrielâs shadows hissed at the sharpness but the shadowsinger yielded to his High Lordâs command. As he entered the office, the faint traces of Feyre and Nyxâs scent lingered in the air, but neither was there now.Â
âDid something happen?â Azriel asked, senses on high alert.
Rhysand leaned against the front of his desk, his gaze locking onto Azriel. "I didnât think Iâd have to ask this twice, but... are you out of your mind?"
Azrielâs shadows swirled around him, speaking in tongues. He let out a sound, a mix of disbelief, defensiveness, and the all-too-familiar hint of rage that had been waiting just beneath the surface. Not again.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he muttered.
Rhysandâs humorless chuckle cut through the air. âOh, trust me, I wish I was.â
Azrielâs jaw tightened, but he said nothing.Â
âI canât believe you would be so careless as to sneak her out of here whenâŠâ
âHer father has no clue,â Azriel shot back, trying to defend the choice, though even he knew it wasnât enough.
âI bet your scent still lingers on her,â Rhysand snapped. âDo you know how dangerous that could be? For an unwed lady of her status to be caught alone with another male, to smell like another male? It could ruin her. I donât know what youâre intentions are with her but Y/n is in love with youââ
âI know.â Azriel cut in sharply.
Rhysandâs expression darkened further, his voice hardening into ice. âSo you do know. Whatâs your game here, Az? Because all I can think and worry about is how it will end for her.â
Before Azriel could respond, Rhysandâs voice rang out again, cutting through the growing tension like a blade.
âYou will stay away from her.â
The words hit Azriel like a slap, his body going rigid as the words seemed to echo in his mind. Because this was not his brother talking to him. It was his High Lord. His shadows were seething, reflecting the storm brewing inside. How had it come to thisâŠagain? The same damn warning, as though Azriel couldnât be trusted to make his own decisions.Â
First, it was Mor. Then, it was Elain. And now you.
Unbelievable. His lips twisted into a humorless, bitter smile then. âShould I just ask you for a roster of females Iâm allowed to be with? It would save us both a lot of time and trouble.â
âI said it before and Iâll say it again.â Rhysand breathed in sharply, barely able to restrain his vexation. âAnd I pray to the Mother I wonât have to say it for a third time...â
Azrielâs shadows froze mid-whisper. The room grew quiet and unnervingly still. His wings twitched, as if they too, braced themselves. Because he already knew what was coming.Â
But knowing didnât make it any easier.
âIf you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure hall. Heck, Iâll offer to pay for it this time.â
And the words stung just as sharply as they had the first time.
âJust stay away from y/n.â
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A/n: I had fun writing this <3 and I hope you can understand a bit more of why reader is madly in love with Az. I mean, who isn't? lol But does he like her back or simply like the idea of someone being in love with him for a changeâŠđ
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Where is your future lover from? (Detailed)
Masterlist.
Authors note,
I finally fixed my links (starting here and with my masterlist), now you can press on them instead of clicking on my profile.
Moodboard. Divider.
Pile I.
Trigger warning: faintest mention of self-harm.
France, Indonesia, Canada, China, Afghanistan, San Marino, Norway, Some of you have someone who is on a cruise/overseas (may be a fisherman, work with the ocean, ocean is key), Sudan, and French Guiana.
You already know where and who your future person is. I, originally, was going to use tarot to figure it out, until I saw 4:44 on the clock, and it hit me, as it will do the same with you. Since you already know where they are, your mind has been running with ideas on what to do about it. Some of you like to travel a lot and want to find them since you are intuitive as it is. And the rest of you want them to come to you like a knight saving their princess. One word of advice for everyone here: allow your heart and intuition to decide for you. I know that listening to your logical mind is better and it can protect you, and sometimes where they are from and finding them can be exciting, but at the same time, with your current energy, it will not help nor happen for you. Right now, your main focus should be working on yourself, healing, and connecting with your flaws. I know that you have healed a lot, and I am so proud of you for that, but you need to connect with your flaws. Not everyone is perfect, not everyone will have the best or good qualities, and that is okay. Not everyone will always be perfect and only have a few of their qualities; sometimes they will have their flaws, and that is how they will act for that day. And that is okay. Everyone has flaws, and everyone has good qualities to them, and that is what makes them human.
A lot of you have been focusing on what is good and what is bad; try to focus on what you want your morals to be instead. A lot of you donât believe in what society says about morality and how they pressure the world to focus on their ideology, but because of this, you started to feel guilty for it. Donât. You are allowed to have your own morals and your own ideas on what is right and what is wrong, or in this case, what works best for you. That is the beauty of having your own mindset and not following the crowd, and that is another thing that makes you beautiful. Because I find you and your energy beautiful, and you need to start to believe that. You need to start to fall in love with yourself and learn to appreciate all parts of you. Some of you feel nervous about the flaws you have, and that is okay. But, at the same time, if you don't show appreciation to them, then you will start to feel scared around who you are. You cannot allow your future person to fill the void you feel. You have to do that for yourself first. Because if you don't, you will lose yourself throughout the relationship and become a people pleaser like you did in your younger days.
A lot of you desire for me to speak more about your future person, but there is nothing that I can channel, nor would tarot give me anything. The problem is your current energy. You need to stop chasing ways to find them and start to chase yourself back and accept all of you. I keep thinking of a mile run; some students will work hard to become the best, and some will cheer the slower ones so they can make it at the end. You are in between these two types of people. I know that you have healed, and again, very proud of you, but you honestly need to get a grip and start to cheer for yourself and your flaws. Fall in love with yourself again, you are deserving of that. I do not care what you have done in the past, everyone has forgiven you, so why canât you? What makes it so worthy to sabotage your happiness for your past mistakes? What is done is done, and you know that, so why indulge further? Make yourself happy so you can be that princess and allow your knight to come your way. Because your future lover is supposed to come to you, not the other way around. Stop taking care of others, respect your younger self for healing your people pleasing ways, and get a grip back into the path you desire. It is your time for your happiness because you deserve that.
I know that sometimes you seek othersâ validations or need for comfort, so take it from me. I read peopleâs energy, and your energy is fine. Youâre okay, you deserve happiness, and I am telling you to go seek it. It is time for you to appreciate yourself instead of allowing yourself to be a widower to your past. Stop letting others hurt you and make you believe your flaws are disgusting when they are not. Who are they to say something about who you are when they do not know anything about you? Sure, you can say I donât know anything about you, and that is true, but yet again, I am reading your energy, so I have the gist here. Do not allow your insecure thoughts to eat you alive again. Our insecurities can always shift into something positive, and you deserve that happiness, and when you do meet your future person, they will show you the same. But please, do not wait for them to arrive to feel their touch, do it for yourself. Take care of yourself, pamper yourself, appreciate yourself, put yourself on a pedestal, and no, that is not wrong. It is not selfish. Those who say it is selfish are the people who do not know how to respect themselves, they do not. They may have grown up in an environment where it was frowned upon, but yet again, it is a lack of respect. So, do not do that to yourself, understood? Some of you think you have selfish tendencies, and yes, you do, however, it is something that can be switched to gratitude. You need to show more gratitude for those who can be a little more selfish; those who arenât and others say that you are, stop allowing them to make you feel that way and start to become more selfish. Being selfish is not a bad thing, excessive amounts are the problem. So balance it out with gratitude and self-love for yourself. Please show yourself compassion when things become harder and stress arises. Stop nitpicking everything you do, stop going back into picking your skin, chewing something that damages your teeth, and/or picking your nose with sharp nails (it can cause scabs in your nose damaging your inner lining meaning bacteria has a better chance of entering and thus bacterial infections). Stop the self-harm too, you do not deserve that. Okay? You deserve happiness.
Masterlist.
Pile II.
Greenland and Mauritius (drawn to it two times), Ireland, Some of your future person lives on a boat so their locations differentiates, Russia.
Your future spouseâs energy is so beautiful. I instantly kept saying, âwow, wow, okay, wow, wow.â Your future spouse's energy keeps shifting, meaning they like to travel a lot, but at the same time, people are drawn to them like a magnet. Their energy is very strong. It reminds me of taking shots and getting dizzy after one. So strong, wow.
A lot of you are trying to figure out if someone in your friendsâ circle is your future spouse. From the readings you have read, the signs you have seen or wanted, the way the people speak to you, and the way you feel about them have made it harder for you to pinpoint or locate who they are. It is no one in your circle, but someone in your circle knows your future spouse online. And they will introduce you to them in the near future. My intuition says, âyou are not ready to meet them. You need to let go of being the investigator and stop reading pacs. Give up on them and take a break for the sake of your mind and peace. Itâs time for you to let go and have fun before you are introduced to them and fall for them on the sight of their words addressed to you.â They are such a romantic with you, with others, they are like, ââmeh, whatever. Okay, and?â But with you, it is like let me just find the most perfect, stunning, angelic ⊠(more lovely words) rings for the most perfect person in the world; you are my world, my life, my presence .. and so forth. Very lovey dovey with you, you make them so soft. At first it was gross and weird to have this switch of who they were, but then you started to make them realize how nice it was to feel something more. You are their safe haven, and the same can be said about them for you.
I see a pretty garden, filled with nice roses and pink roses, some dandelions, and dragonflies surrounding the both of you. You have an outfit similar to Alice in Alice in Wonderland, and they have an outfit similar to the White Queen. Itâs such a warm and bright atmosphere that you can get lost in it and fall into a rabbit hole. The same can be said about who you both are and how your energy will melt perfectly with one another. So drawn to one another that no one can separate you both away from one another. Your adventurous and childlike wonder personality is what grabs your future loverâs attention and spins their world into the story itself. In short, your relationship will be magical but overwhelming with their parents and yours. There is going to be clashing. A lot of communication will mend it but not heal the relationship. Do not pour yourself into fixing it, focus on you and them.
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Pile III.
Trigger warning: faintest mention of rape.
Mongolia, Panama, Burundi, Northern Mariana Islands, China, Canada, Russia, and Kazakhstan.
Your future spouse grew up and is still living in a close bonded village or community. Their mindset is closed, very closed, hence why the energies you have read differ from one another.
II of Swords and X of Swords.
I need you to listen to me very carefully. Although this is a future lover or spouse reading, your lover is not someone you are supposed to be with. Their energy is so.. so very overwhelming, complex, and so damn off putting. I canât even read it.. it is that bad. I have no idea if you are speaking with them on a dating app, met them and had a âlovelyâ date with them, if they are your ex, or even dating you, but leave or do not engage with them. I will describe them. I wish I could give you a cute reading about who they are, but their energy is so blankâso empty, shadow like, and so very much draining you.
This person blends into the crowds and projects themselves as a kind and lovely person who went through so much trauma. This person has told you, or will tell you (future energies appeared), that these people were awful, and these people made them feel small, but they were able to heal, or at least tried to feel better about themselves. (Red flags are waving in my mind), they like to talk about France or are associated with France (born there, love the food, know the culture, etc.). They will subtly mention how perfect you are but secretly hide their disgust for you. You may have noticed it and brushed it aside from how exhausted you have been lately. I would not say you have been gaslighting yourself; you could be, but something along the lines of ignoring it or acting âobliviousâ because you want something good to finally happen to you. They like to bounce around each topic, never fully explaining what they are saying but âappearingâ intelligent because they bullshit their words. Some of you have noticed it and have called them out on it, but they either love bomb you and you let it go, or they manipulate you and you believe their lies or will (future energies only). They believe you are easy to trick, and they are right. You are easily swayed to someoneâs side because of how open-minded you are; you need to start to limit that and focus on your ideals.
They love, and I mean love, being perverse around you. They always act as if they are modest and clean, that they have innocent and pure thoughts, but they do not. Very disgusting mindset, it reminds me of those who think it is okay to rape others. Yuck.
With the X of Swords (ten of swords), they.. (sigh, I am so sorry for you, truly. I hope one day you can finally heal and find the right person for you). They prefer to put you down and make themselves feel better about themselves. Usually, people who are insecure do that, yet they are not. They see themselves as this perfect being who deserves the best, and everyone deserves filth for being around their existence. Very high unhealthy self-esteem and very close tendencies to being a sociopath. I am not sure if they are diagnosed or not, but they do or would have pride for that, for being a psychopath or a sociopath.
You got two sword cards, and when it comes to the more depressive or weaker genre, this symbolizes abuse, lack of empathy or care, and being harsh. This may explain this personâs inner thoughts and how they interact with others, yet on a surface level they act like the better parts of what the swords symbolize: being creative, being brave and taking charge, learning to communicate or perfecting it, and being overall intelligent with a touch of care. I believe now you know who this person is, and the fear that surrounds your heart is making you overwhelmed because you put so much into this relationship only to find out that it was a lie. I believe it is time for you to let them go and let go of everything about who they are and what they did for you. In reality, it was for them so they could have you wrapped around their finger, and unfortunately, you gave them easy access. Block them, cut contact with them, simply get rid of them, and bring back your peace.
Intuition told me that you need two oracle cards, and I will explain it for you. The first one you got was ââdna.ââ It states, ââyou are predisposed to follow the karmic dictates of your ancestral patterning to some extent, yet as you evolve in your consciousness and expand the light of awareness, you can make choices that shift and modify this ancestral design.ââ Meaning, you have to follow along what your beliefs were all along, stop allowing others to sway you and follow their beliefs, their morals, and their tradition. Though it is good to have an open mind, an open mind with a huge heart, and being naive is what makes you fall down; it is your downfall, and it will be hard to build back the same place you fell from. You can ever truly go back to that, but you can always rebuild it and make a place that is better for you, but at the same time, a safer and calmer place for you to rest when things become tough. The next and last card channeled is ââiceberg.ââ It states, ââwhatever you suppress or deny and attempt to keep out of conscious awareness will show up somewhere and somehow. Â These are your shadow aspects. Â Now is the time to allow these elements to surface and embrace them.ââ It means exactly what I have been saying to you. Learn to appreciate your open mindset, but learn to push away being so naive that you fall into that spiral I previously spoke of. Learn to appreciate that you care, that you want good things coming your way, and that you know and understand that you deserve good things, but push away those who do not mean well to you. They will sink you like how the Titanic sank with the iceberg. And that is something you simply do not deserve.
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WE CAN DO THREESOME
JIHYO X PORNSTAR X READER
TAGS: THREESOME, INTERACIAL
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Being one of the top employees this year, your manager rewarded you with a flight overseas. But thereâs a catch, you can only go alone. Not wanting to be by yourself, you bring your girlfriend with you. After a long flight, youâre now about to enter your hotel room. The reason why itâs only a one man trip is laying on the bed waiting for you in her two piece bikini.
âWho the fuck are you?â Jihyo blurted loudly, the woman smiled before sitting up on the bed. âI have been booked to welcome you,â the busty woman said. In shock of the situation, you found your eyes glued to the body of the woman. Her curves are otherworldly. Her boobs and ass are too big for you to comprehend. Your eyes are wandering all over her body, trying to make sense of how sexy she really is.
âYouâre in the wrong room, woman,â your girlfriend says while walking closer to the woman. âIâm here to welcome Y/N,â Violet Myers politely says. Jihyo quickly turns her head towards you, wanting an explanation. You're now making eye contact with the woman, her eyes looking so respectful, contrasting her enticing body that is only covered by pieces of fabric. You explained to your girlfriend that you didnât know anything about this, your manager only said to go alone.
You and your girlfriend exchange glances as it clicks to the both of you. Violet notices that the two of you havenât brought down your bags, she stands up to the bed assisting the two of you. She offers to order some drinks and snacks but you decline as you are not that hungry. The three of you are now sitting on the edge of the bed. The room is compact with one bed, a shower room and a small dining area. âYou can leave now,â your girlfriend said while sheâs in between you and the woman. She appreciates her hospitality but she just canât stand her being in the same room as the two of you.
âI will not get paid, I didnât do my jobâ Violet said. âWhatâs your job then?â Jihyo slightly raised her voice in agitation. âTo give pleasure, I can also give any woman pleasureâŠâ Violet said slowly while looking at your girlfriend. She put her hands on Jihyo's lap, caressing it slowly. Your girlfriend swatted her hands away just as she stood up. âDonât touch me like that!â Jihyo said in shock. Your girlfriend looks at you, waiting for your reaction.
âI-I guess we should let her do her thingâ you said.
âWhat? Are you out of your mind? Are you gonna fuck her infornt of me?â Jihyo said out loud.
âWe can do threesome,â Violet quickly interrupted.
You go back and forth with the two women to find a middle ground. After what seems like an eternity of arguments somehow, you convince Jihyo to do threesome with her as you remind her about your relationshipâs bucket list. You both didnât expect to fill that checklist in this situation. Jihyo finally sat back down in between the two of you. Violet looks at you in the eyes, signaling that she will now do her job.
Her hands go back on your girlfriendâs thighs as she runs her fingers on top of her jeans. You hold Jihyoâs face as you pull her in a kiss. The womanâs hands are slowly caressing its way up. From the thighs, itâs now up on Jihyoâs exposed stomach. She felt violetâs fingers gently running on her abs as this made her moan. Violetâs fingers are touching up on Jihyoâs bra, indicating where her hands want to go. She reaches back on the lock of her bra to take it off. She tosses her bra at the other end of the room before she cups her big boobs in her hands. Your girlfriend's boobs are big but you just canât compare her size to the woman that you just met. Jihyo moans in between your kisses as her boobs are being groped. As a woman herself, violet knows how to touch someoneâs boobs. She continues to grope her boobs while her index fingers are circling on both nipples. Violet is teasing Jihyo into wanting more, which Jihyo did. She put her own two hands on the woman to indicate that she needed more. The woman obliged as she knew pinching and playing with her nipples.
This made Jihyoâs head pull back. She knows leaning her weight onto the woman as she looks like a mess. You take this opportunity to pull her pants down, revealing wet marks on her panties. You pressed her slit over her wet panties, acting like youâre trying to insert your fingers inside her. Your girlfriendâs hand now reaches into her panties and pulls it aside to give way to your fingers. Her slit is glistening wet. Your two fingers swiftly enter her as you feel her wet inside. Jihyo arches her back with sudden pleasure. Violet saw her neck wide open, she sucked her neck trying to give her hickeys as she also licked her in place. Jihyo doesnât know being touched by a woman can be this good. Violetâs hands are groping her boobs while her mouth and tongue are busy in her neck. Her reaction after you insert your fingers encourages you to plunge your fingers more inside her. A splash sound can be heard due to how wet she is. Few moans have passed, and the woman decides to pull up Jihyoâs crop top, removing it before she lays her down. Jihyo is now laying flat on the bed, the woman moves to the side, kneeling as her mouth reaches onto her boob. Your girlfriend moans as she feels the womanâs tongue flicking her nipples. Seeing her other boob is free, you instinctively suck her boob as well. Jihyoâs moans erratically. Two mouths are sucking on boobs, two tongues are circling and flicking her boobs. This sensation is too much for your girlfriend as she has her first orgasm.
You stand up to remove your pants while watching Violet take Jihyoâs mouth, enticing her into a make out which Jihyo quickly accepts. The two women are busy exploring each otherâs mouths as you align your cock on jihyoâs wet slit. You hold your hard cock as you push it inside of her. Your girlfriend moans while Violetâs tongue is inside her mouth as she feels your hard cock inside of her. You have her legs open as you are holding her thighs while you thrust your cock inside her. Violet continues to make out with her but knowing that youâre fucking your girlfriend in front of her made her feel hot. She knows cupping her own boobs, her boobs are the biggest pair of tits you have seen in your whole life. You have heard that everything is bigger in America but you didnât expect it to be this big. Her hands looked too small to even grab her boobs properly as her boobs engulfed her slim fingers. You thrust your cock faster on her as seeing violetâs grope her boobs turns you on even more. Your thrust is now deeper and faster. With each thrust making a wet sound.
Violet canât take it anymore, she removes her face away from your girlfriend to finally watch you cock plunging in and out on your girlfriend. She removes her top, revealing her big nipples and her bikini bottoms to give you a sight of her own wet slit. The woman grabs her boob on one hand and inserts two fingers on her slit as she continues to watch you Jihyo. The two women laying in the bed are watching you as your girlfriend is also looking at how your cock disappears and reappears in her slit. Your girlfriend arch her back again as sheâs near her second orgasm. Hold her now by the waist as you thrust your cock even harder on her slit. Violet fingering herself faster as all of you watched her orgasm again. Violet takes your place as she goes to her wet slit to slurp her wet juices. Violet knows what sheâs doing when her ass is up near the edge of the bed. You take this as a cue to stand up and position yourself on her backside. You give her massive ass a slap before your tip touches her slit. Massive maybe an understatement on how big her ass really is. Your hands are roaming on her massive ass, trying to make sense how big it really is. They look firm yet soft, grope her ass on all angles as youâre amazed at the sheer size of it.
You aligned your cock again to finally enter her slit, her walls are warm as both of you moan with your cock now inside her. This was the first time you felt another womanâs inside after starting a relationship with Jihyo. You pull your cock slowly, taking your time to feel your cock, moving against her inside walls. You thrust your cock deep in her again which put her mouth deeper on your girlfriendâs slit, she is now eating your Jihyo out. Jihyoâs eyes are closed as sheâs still high off her orgasm. You thrust deep in her again, the sight of her massive ass waves up with every thrust. This made you continue thrust deep in her just to see her ass waves up again. Violet moans loud as she feels you're already going fast. You canât help to fuck her faster as the way her ass move is hypnotizing. Violet continues to eat her out, your girlfriend's hands are pulling her hair as Violetâs tongue found her clit. You grab her while hips to fuck her even faster. You know that you're going too fast that you might cum too early but you donât care. This womanâs body is made to be fuck like slut, and fuck her you did. Loud sound of flesh meeting echoes on all corners of the room as your hips collide on her massive ass harder with every thrust.
Your cock is twitching hard inside her, she feels this too as she climbs off the bed to kneel and have her face in front of your cock, waiting for your hot cum to go in her face. She didnât need to wait long as you shot loads of cum on her face. Jihyo saw the two of you in that position and wants to join in. She kneels beside Violet as she licks the cum on her face before sharing your cum while making out infront of you. This sight made you harder in an instant, which they noticed. The two girls paused for a moment to look at you before they went to share your cock with each other.
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That's a very important addition and one of the reasons why I never reblogged the original version even though I've seen it around. Trying to maintain a relationship with someone you love but who habitually hurts you with their behaviour is a very, very difficult thing to do. You run the risk of sacrificing your own health (mental or otherwise) for the sake of someone who doesn't care how their behaviour affects you. Everyone needs to decide for themself, on a case-by-case basis, if the person in question is worth the effort or not.
Personally, I think that by the time you have to do things like "don't show him that his behaviour has upset you", it's clear that all trust has been squandered and the other person is perceived as intentionally, and sadistically, hurtful. At that point, I would want to cut the person out of my life hard. Maybe that's the abuse survivor in me talking. I do probably have less tolerance for this kind of thing than most. Maybe people with a different background can tolerate it. Should they? I guess only they can decide. The point is you don't have to, and if you decide to do it, you're doing them a huge favour with the knowledge that they may never properly realize or appreciate what you've done for them.
My sibling is alt-right and extremely hateful about his beliefs. He goes on tirades about liberal agendas and screams and insults me and our other family members when we attempt to debate with him. I live with him and being around him negatively impacts my mental health, especially with me being part of some of the groups he hates so much. I donât know what to do. I feel so much hatred for him, but heâs my brother and we used to be close.
Members of the so-called âalt rightâ or âmanosphereâ actually bear very strong similarities to cult members - they become increasingly rigid in their beliefs, they have decreasing tolerance for ambiguity (everything starts to become either right or wrong, with no room for grey areas), they become increasingly preoccupied with âpurityâ of thought, their beliefs start to become the core of their personal identity, they accept the word of thought leaders without question or critical thinking, their relationships with family and friends deteriorate, and they often experience negative consequences at work or school as a direct result of their beliefs.Â
Dealing with a friend or family member who has joined the alt-right is very different from dealing with a family member who is dabbling with the idea of voting Conservative for economic reasons, or dealing with a family member who erroneously believes that Game of Thrones isnât very good. Reasoned discussion and laying out your point of view will not work here. The tactics that you need to use with him are actually the tactics used to deprogram cult members, which includes things like:
Do not debate him. Never debate a cult member under any circumstances. Itâs a complete waste of time for everybody involved, and it only serves to further entrench him in his toxic beliefs. Cult members do not approach debates in good faith - they are not open to having their minds changed, and they have no intention of ever listening to the other side. Cult members use debate as a tool to recruit people with possibly like-minded beliefs, or as a tool to gather evidence that the âother sideâ is delusional. The more you debate, the harder he will fight to come up with justifications for his beliefs, and the more satisfaction he will get from feeling like he is defending his âsideâ from attack. Shut down all debate with him. If he tries to start a debate, redirect immediately. If he makes an inflammatory statement at the dinner table, respond with something non-committal ( âhmmmmmâ, âis that so?â, âokayâ ) and immediately change the subject. Donât get sucked in. No matter how hard he tries to open up a debate, deflect, shut him down, or walk away.Â
Treat him with detached politeness. I know that it is very difficult not to get visibly upset when someone is insulting the very core of who you are as a person and what you believe, but but you have to stay calm and detached here. Do not let him see that he is upsetting you. When he is going on rants about his beliefs, treat him like a child who is explaining the rules to a video game that you donât particularly care about - have an air of detached boredom, and no matter how hostile he gets, respond only with politeness. Remember, part of the core beliefs heâs being fed is that people outside of the alt-right are âemotionalâ, and that his beliefs are âtriggeringâ to those people. Give him no evidence to suggest that is true. Stonewall him. Give him nothing but bored stoicism in response to his outbursts. No matter how much he escalates or how horrifying his beliefs get, always act as though you are having a polite conversation about the weather with a stranger at Starbucks. If he tells you that women should should be property and gays should be killed, respond only with a polite âWell, I suppose thatâs one perspectiveâ, or âYes, I believe you have mentioned this beforeâ. Nothing takes the wind out of a cult memberâs sails faster than being treated with calm politeness when they are expecting a fight.
Do not insult him or the people who share his beliefs. The glue that holds cults together is a persecution complex. Cults absolutely thrive on being persecuted for their beliefs, and they depend on it to keep members from leaving. âPeople outside this group hate you and they will treat you much worse than we willâ is the message that keeps people from leaving hateful cults, all the way up until the Kool-Aid is served. He is being fed the message by his fellow cult members that he is hated for who he is - a, presumably, straight white man - and that âLiberalsâ hate him so much that they want to take away the things he is âowedâ (money, power, security, etc) and give it away to undeserving minorities who havenât really âearnedâ it. Give him no evidence to suggest that this is true. Refrain from insulting him, or insulting the people he views as thought leaders or role models. You can definitely express your political opinions and make it clear that you are not buying into your brotherâs worldview, but keep things direct and refrain from personal attacks. If he is gloating about the president to intentionally get a rise out of you, a simple âI disagree with his policiesâ is all you have to say - launching into attacks about the presidentâs looks, family, mannerisms or intelligence is fuel for your brotherâs hateful beliefs. Remember that when it comes to your brother, you are not acting in the role of a left-wing activist facing off against a dangerous right-wing activist with a platform. You are a concerned family member dealing with a family member who has gotten involved in a cult.Â
Ask polite questions, but do not engage directly with his beliefs. Do not read any of the reading material he recommends, listen to any of the podcasts he puts forward or view any of the videos he asks you to watch; it might be tempting to do so just to prove that you are engaging with him in âgood faithâ and that you have given his views an âhonest tryâ, but this is a mistake. There is no such thing as âgood faithâ or intellectual honesty when it comes to cults, and there is nothing to gain from engaging in their propaganda. Do not treat anything produced or recommended by a cult as if it has value, because it does not. When he provides you with something he wants to you read, behave as though a young child has just handed you a live earthworm - thank him for the gesture, but decline to accept. Engaging with propaganda just legitimizes it, and gives him more ammunition to hunker down in his beliefs. When you do ask questions of his beliefs, be detached and polite. If he is ranting that all women are whores, ask him what the basis is for that belief. You are not looking to debate him or get a rise out of him - donât fire back with counter-points, but make a polite, disinterested noise of acknowledgement, or ask for further clarification. You are merely looking for holes in his reasoning, or gaps where he doesnât have evidence to back up what he says. You donât need to point these holes out to him - there will be many. When he is unable to be specific, once again, make a polite acknowledgement ( âInteresting.â ) and move on.
Emphasize how much you miss your former relationship with him. Tell your brother that you miss him. Be specific - talk about the things that you used to do together, and the ways that he used to be involved in your life. If he tries to deflect and start talking about his beliefs again, or how he canât be involved with you anymore because of your own beliefs or identity, donât engage. Go back to talking about how you miss the relationship you used to have with him. If he insults you, pretend you didnât hear him and remind him of a happy memory or a fun thing that you used to do together. It can take a really long time to have success with this tactic, but your brother does remember the relationship he used to have with you, and it is possible to remind him of what he is missing out on by continuing with his hateful beliefs. The idea is to take his beliefs out of the equation as much as possible - make him miss the relationship that he used to have. Any attempt at mending the relationship on his end will necessarily require that he get less extreme in his beliefs - itâs difficult to pursue a close relationship with someone and still insult them.Â
Remind him of normal life outside the cult. People in the alt-right - and other cults - tend to become hyper-focused only on issues that concern the cult, and begin to forget about normal life. Your brother is likely spending a lot of time and focus on things like the âsexual marketplaceâ, abortion rights, refugees, gay rights, female superhero movies etc. Bring him back to earth as often as you can with reminders of things that are outside the scope of the alt-right, and are minimally politically charged. Start a conversation about a new restaurant that is opening up in your town. Show him a funny cat video. Ask him if heâs seen a minimally controversial movie. Constant reminds of normalcy can gradually help him realize how hyper-focused he has become on a few small issues, and remind him that his worldview and priorities are incredibly skewed.
Protect your own mental health. Living with a cult member is exhausting. The combination of fending off the insults, being bombarded with hate rhetoric and missing the person they used to be is exhausting. Make sure you are protecting your own mental health. Take breaks. Leave the house and spend time with other people. Lean on friends and other family members for support. Take care of yourself. Getting someone out of a cult is a marathon, not a sprint, and itâs important to conserve your energy. It can take up to five years to get someone to fully leave cult beliefs behind. Be patient.Â
One of the hard parts about dealing with alt-right family members is that people make the mistake of approaching them as a political movement, when it is more appropriate to address them as a cult. The way that they operate is much more similar to the dynamics of a cult than the dynamics of a mainstream political movement, and deprogramming techniques are your best bet for getting your family member back. I highly recommend that you and your family read up on cults and the tactics used to get people out of them. It is especially helpful to read testimony from people who have escaped cults or successfully been persuaded to leave them - if possible, look for materials from people who have left the alt-right, and try to present this material to your brother. This is an incredibly difficult thing for a family to go through, and I highly recommend that you seek out other families who are dealing with similar situations - you are far from alone here.Â
Best of luck to all of you.Â
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As for Pisces they often donât know themselves fully they just know that their reality is more fantasy, where they can take different forms, shape-shift, and be whoever they want. Because of their vivid imagination and deep sensitivity, they easily adapt to their environment, people, or situations, but often only if it serves their so-called limerence or false reality. Once that illusion is cracked and no longer meets their expectations, they can easily disengage or withdraw."
đVenus conjunct Chiron is a placement that gives someone a pure heart and soul when it comes to relationships and connections. These individuals have a unique way of accepting, nurturing, and understanding others in a meaningful, deep way. Theyâve been hurt and betrayed many times, often feeling inferior. Most of the time, they've gone through a difficult, painful phase in life, only to suddenly transform into something beautiful, like a swan emerging from the struggle. They are often misunderstood and incredibly adorable, yet carry an air of quiet strength. People with this placement tend to crave love but often feel unworthy of it, which can lead them to attract unbalanced or unequal relationships. Despite the hardship and challenges they face, they possess an incredible capacity for forgiveness and empathy for others. There's a special allure or charm they exude that effortlessly draws people in. Over time, their biggest lesson will be to learn to value themselves first, to feel whole without relying on external validation whether thatâs money, beauty, or luxury so that they can attract the right kind of people into their lives. In doing so, they also teach others how to do the same.
đChiron doesnât necessarily mean that you will suffer in one specific area of life forever. Since Chiron orbits between Saturn and Uranus, it takes on qualities from both planets. Saturn is about longevity, hard work, and the lessons we learn through persistence. As such, Chiron's energy can be challenging, especially in the beginning. It brings harsh and painful lessons that are meant to help us grow as individuals. However, the pain and suffering tend to lessen over time as we gain wisdom, knowledge, and maturity traits associated with Saturn. If someone doesnât reach a certain level of enlightenment or growth, the cycle can repeat in the same, difficult way, as Saturn teaches us that growth comes through effort and time. But just like in the example above, thereâs the potential for a breakthrough with every Chiron placement. These breakthroughs can be sudden and drastic, unlocking an evolution in our consciousness and allowing us to integrate healing in this life.
đThe Midheaven (MC) shows how people perceive you when they first meet you, not how they view you over time. The 10th house, which contains the MC, is the highest point in the birth chart. Initially, people will see the energy of your MC placement, but as they get to know you better, they can start to appreciate the traits of your 1st house, Ascendant, or Sun sign.
Example: I have Capricorn on my 10th house/MC, conjunct Mars, opposite Saturn.
The Comments: "You look mean, you have resting bitch face, you seem so closed off, I didnât know you could be nice." These are some of the first impressions I hear when people describe how they first saw me. I also get a lot of comments about my body and face being beautiful, but despite that, people donât tend to like me right away. And honestly, I kind of get why.
đThe negative expression of Neptune can be described in just few words in correlation to the planets :
Absence , disillusionment, deception ofâŠ
Sun: your Dad
Moon: your Mum
Venus: your Man/Woman
Mercury: your Perception
Mars: your Power and Will
Jupiter: your Beliefs
Saturn: your Limitation
Uranus: your Freedom
Pluto: your Control and Obsession
ASC: one Self
MC: your Public image
~âąMilliyâą~
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Honestly, Arcane needed at least another act to close it properly. There was just.....too much going on. Jinx's ending ground my gears and the way that Vi just.....seems to move on. Bro,that's the baby sister you sat through nearly a decade of psychological and physical trauma to get back to. Her reaction should have been way more visceral. If Vi developed alcoholism over her situationship going south, her sister (and dad!) going out like that should have had her thoroughly crashing out.
Ekko and Mel......now that was personal. They really gave them the Magical Negroâą treatment and no explanation for it. And oh boy, am I tired of it. I hate the narrative of black characters having to self-sacrifice for people who would not do the same for them. Could you imagine being fucked with by something like the Arcane or LeBlanc for allegedly a year or so,just to immediately go to war the moment you're back in normal surroundings? Do they get a break at all?
THANK YOU ANON for describing how myself and my friend both feel about this (weâre both poc)
Iâm also upset at how minimized Vi and Ekkoâs relationship is, especially with ekko thinking Vi was dead in season 1, and we only get one more interaction between them both this season. And Ekko is justâŠ.so lonely after he has suffered great losses as well, ESPECIALLY after seeing all that he did back in the alternate timeline and remaining selfless to save those he loves back in his timeline.
Ekko, Mel, and Sevika deserved SO MUCH better as well and way more screen time to do their stories justice. Things happened way too conveniently and too quickly. Iâm also struggling to understand how Mel managed to control her powers the way she did at the last moment.
Vi absolutely should have crashed out. I wanted her to go find Ekko and talk to him, at this point they both need each other because theyâre family too.
Honorable mention, Ambessa. I haveâŠ..feelings about that whole thing.
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DUST OF US - 01
> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkookâs heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.
> pairing: Jungkook x reader
> genre: romance, ex to lovers au
> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!
> word count: 2.6k
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!
AGE: 27 years old
âWhere are you going?â Baekhyun asks, stretching as you get out of bed and grab all of your clothes. It was late but you hate sleeping in another bed than yours.
âI should go home.â You simply say, pulling on your panties and jeans as the younger man whines, flipping on his back.
âOh, come on, Y/N, stay the night.â He suggests as you shake your head with an apologetic smile while putting your bra on.
âHyesun is getting married, tomorrow. I need to get up early,â You explain, but it was an excuse. You donât want to be more than intimate enough with anyone.
Once fully clothed, you grab your keys and turn to look at the man still laying completely naked in bed. âIâll see you on Monday.â
âAight, boss,â He teases making you roll your eyes. âOne last kiss?â
âBye,â You smile closing the door of his room, hearing him laugh before making your way out of his apartment.
Once in your car, you sigh, leaning on your seat as you stare at the ceiling. Eleven pm already, and tomorrowâs list kept growing in your mind.
Your way home was silent, you didnât even put music on, mentally listing all the tasks to do tomorrow morning. Drive Hyesun to the hairstylist, make sure that the flowers are delivered, get her dress, and a lot more.
The house should already be decorated by now. Hyesun was getting married at her in-lawâs house. They have a big yard and suggested to make the reception in there. Since you couldnât be here to help today, you ended up with the stressful tasks tomorrow. Her friends arenât yours.
Yes, you still have a small circle of friends in common, but Hyesun was a sunshine and most of all: an extrovert. She met her husband by boldly asking his number at a coffee shop where he was working, five years ago. Something you could never. Thatâs probably why youâre still single and sheâs getting married.
Kicking your shoes off at your front door, youâre greeted by your cat. He was a little terror. Or a demon like Namjoon loves to call him. And you canât blame your friend. Not only was Trash a black cat with only one ear, the other got cut off. You donât know how.
He was already like that when you adopted him. He was skinny and really ugly when you first got him. Well... heâs still ugly, but now heâs well-fed, maybe too much, you chuckle as you kneel to scratch the top of his head. But he was also a tiny demon who attacked everyone who dared to visit you.
âDid you miss me?â You coo as the black cat let out a meow husky enough to let you think that he smokes too many cigarettes. Heâs not a loud cat, he occasionally meows when heâs hungry or when you come home after a long day.
As you make your way to the kitchen, the fat cat follows you. Opening the fridge, you take out a bottle of water and gives him a treat. Your eyes fall on the dress youâll wear tomorrow, hanged at the bedroom door.
The wedding theme was midnight sky. So, obviously, your dress is navy blue and long enough to end at your ankles with a slit on the right side. You didnât choose it, Hyesun did.
Palming your face, you take a sip of your water and walk to your bedroom. You need a shower. You could still smell Baekhyunâs cheap cologne on your skin. And you hate it. Too used to your own scent. Not of any men anymore.
The wedding was beautiful, but you didnât expect less from your best friend. And she was gorgeous in her wedding dress. She smiles a lot, but you never see her smile that way. And all you could think was that her jaw muscles probably hurt after four hours.
âNo, what I want, is a whole butterfly starting from my shoulders to my ribs,â Your friend, Hwan explains to you as she flips to show her bare back. You canât help but scoff, taking a sip of your wine.
âWhy? You want to become a fairy or something?â You ask arching a brow as she turns to face you, frowning.
âDonât make fun of me,â Hwan pouts, folding her arms under her chest, âI saw it on Pinterest, I totally fell in love with it.â
âA tattoo is for life, you know?â You sigh, finishing your glass before tilting your head to brush your fingers on her back, right where her ribs are. âAnd this part is sensitive. Itâll hurt like hell.â
Hwan shivers at your touch, and you chuckle. You know her. She wants a tattoo today, a piercing tomorrow and in two weeks sheâll regret both. The red head -a dye she did without a second thought- rolls her eyes.
âAnd you think I canât handle the pain?â She asks with an attitude, a tone that makes you pinch her forearm as she squirms and step back. âAre you crazy?â
âYou canât handle the pain, Hwan.â You conclude while she rubs the part that start to turn red.
âYouâre the worst tattoo artist I know. Iâll give you a bad review on Google.â She groans as you smirk and stick your tongueâs out at her, making her smile amused by you.
Your eyes scan the room full of guests you donât know before a huge smile spread on your lips as you notice the man all alone. He was sipping his glass of whisky as he looks at his phone, feigning to be interested but heâs probably scrolling emptily. You know him. He hates when people try to connect with him.
Excusing yourself from Hwan and the other girls, you make your way to your friend, too busy on his phone to see you coming.
âYoongs,â You call him once youâre a few steps closer to him, he lifts his cat eyes from his screen before offering you a slight smirk and opening his arms as you nestle against his chest. Youâre not really touchy, but with Yoongi, it was different.
âNice dress.â He simply says, his nose in your hair before you pull back to look at him. He looks nice too. His hair is longer, but it suits him.
âYou didnât cut your hair?â You ask as he sighs, rolling a strand between his finger as you keep an arm around his waist.
âDidnât have the time for it.â, He mumbles taking another sip of his whisky. âI didnât know you would be here. Since you own a tattoo shop, we donât see you often anymore.â
âItâs my best friendâs wedding, I couldnât miss it. She would have dragged my ass back here.â you chuckle making him smile and nod.
âThat sounds like Hyesun,â He jokes as you smile.
Yoongi wasnât that tall, but he was still everyoneâs type. Calm, mysterious, and good looking. If only dating was on his plans. That guy will probably stay single his whole life, too focused on his work.
âI was looking for you everywhere!â Hyesun groans grabbing your arm.
âI was here,â You simply reply, raising your shoulders, making Yoongi looks at you both amused. You probably get along because youâre both sarcastic. At least you know thatâs something he likes about you.
âThanks Sherlock, Mystery solved!â She rolls her eyes, before pulling you away from your friend, âCome on, follow me, I want to take pictures with you.â
She quickly waves at Yoongi, blowing a kiss at him as he didnât move before pushing you away.
âHeâs like a good old wine. Every time I see him, heâs getting hotter.â She smirks as you make your way to the photographer.
âArenât you married?â You joke making her roll her eyes.
âMarried, not blind. As long as I touch with my eyes,â She adds as you shake your head, laughing, joining the girls.
Yoongi leaves his empty glass on the table next to him, an amused smirk on his face. If you stayed longer, he would have been part of an interesting reunion.
âShit, I almost peed myself. There is a whole queue at the male bathroom,â The younger man groans, coming back next to Yoongi as he takes back his beer. âHyung?â
The older man turns to his friend and arches a brow to show that heâs listening.
âHyesun told me that there was a private bathroom upstairs for the closest friendsâ Yoongi simply mumbles, making Jungkook groans as he ties his hair into a bun.
âAnd you tell me only now?â the tattooed man sighs as he pulls up his sleeves, the temperature of the room getting hotter. Or maybe itâs him from running here and there.
âYou left without a word,â Yoongi shrugs like it was obvious, his eyes still on the group of girls making funny faces at the camera. Jungkook lets out a chuckle.
âWhich one?â He asks his friend who simply arches a brow. âIâm sure itâs the red head. You always had a think for girls with weird hair colors.â
Yoongi didnât say anything. Heâs used to the teasing. Itâs a loss of energy, Jungkook was competitive and if you say that the sky was blue, he would tell otherwise until you tell him he's right.
Jungkook smiles proudly, turning his attention to the bunch of girls. Hyesun had pretty friends, but heâs not surprised. Until he recognized a face. A face he knows too well, a face he loved deeply once upon a time.
You didnât change. Well⊠Your hair is shorter. You never liked your hair short, not after your mother spent your childhood cutting it into a bob.
The bangs too. You hated them. But today, you wore it gracefully. His doe eyes trail the length of it, how it brushes your shoulders when you laugh, how you have to push your bang asides.
He never hated you. Even after you broke his heart. Even after coming home to an empty apartment because you disappeared, or when you blocked his number and changed yours. He never hated you.
âYou said she wasnât here.â He frowns, turning to Yoongi who simply arches a brow.
âShe wasnât supposed to.â Yoongi replies, taking a sip of his new glass.
âI shouldnât have come.â Jungkook sighs, his brows still in a frown creating a slight wrinkle between them.
âKookie,â Yoongi turns his gaze to his friend whoâs clearly uncomfortable. âYouâre back in town. You both have the same friends group. What did you expect? Youâll have to confront her one day or another.â
âY/N,â Hwan calls you as you were taking another glass of wine, facing her with a small hm? âThe guy you talked earlier,â
âYoongi?â
âYeah, something like that. Do you know his friend?â She asks as you follow her gaze to the large man next to Yoongi, his back facing you. You liked the tattoos, and the muscular frame. The long hair was clearly a bonus.
âNo,â You reply, your eyes trailing on Yoongiâs friend. Youâll definitely ask Yoongi who that is later.
âHeâs hot,â Hwan comments as you nod, taking a sip of your wine before spitting everything out. You cough when the mysterious man turns around, laughing with your friend.
And almost immediately, you hide behind the table that separates you. Was this a joke?
âWhatâs wrong? One of your one-night stands?â Hwan chuckles clearly amused to see you, on your knees, trying to hide under the table. If only you could be sucked up by the floor. It was stupid. It was an old story. Itâs been seven years since you dumped him like an old, forgotten sock.
âItâs my ex,â You almost whisper, making Hwan wide her eyes and hide with you like she even met him before.
You never thought that youâll see him again. He disappeared for Japan right after your breakup for his studies. And you didnât think about him since then. Well, itâs a lie.
You thought about him the three first years after your split. But, he was just some old memories from the shoebox under your bed.Â
Some love letters written by a teenage boy, an empty bottle of perfume and a shirt of his that you didnât have the heart to throw. But thatâs all he was. A shoebox of memories.
âOh damn,â Hwan murmurs, âHow did you get that hot piece of man?â She asks as you roll your eyes.
He wasnât that hot when you started dating him. He had a chestnut haircut, was too skinny even if he was the sporty type, and huge doe eyes. Now heâsâŠ. a man.
âI think⊠I need to get outâ, You swallow, get up and finish your glass. Walking to the backyard, you catch a bottle on your way.
Thankfully, Hwan didnât follow you. A few persons were outside, some of them making out, the others too drunk, and probably getting some fresh air like you.
Did Hyesun invite him? Why did he come? He knows that sheâs your friend. That youâd be here. Palming your face, you lean back against the wall, taking a sip of your bottle of champagne. Fuck⊠This is childish. Youâre twenty-seven, for Godâs sake. Act like an adult.
âHiding?â You heard on your right, making you almost jump.
And here he was, a few meters away, a bottle of beer in hand. His eyes changed. He grew up.
âGood evening, Jungkook,â You breathe as he offers you a slight smile, his lips mostly forming a line.
âGood evening, Y/N,â He replies, making a few steps closer, âLong time no see.â
âYeah...â
A silence falls between you before he takes a breath like he wants to calm his nerves too. Were you two nervous around each other?
âHow⊠have you been?â He asks with a soft voice.
âGood. You?â
âGood.â
âNice.â
You wanted to punch yourself. That conversation was stupid. Back then, you two could debate about everything for hours. Now, you canât even have a basic conversation.
âI⊠Didnât know you were back.â You say, looking at the grass at your feet.
âYeah⊠I- I missed Korea.â He raises his shoulders slightly before taking a sip of his beer.
âOhâŠOkay.â You scrunch your nose and take a sip of your bottle to not look too much stupid but his lips crease in an amused smile at the bottle in your hand. Neither of you says anything. And itâs weird. âThatâs⊠some cool tattoos,â You add, trying to make the conversation as you point his entire inked sleeve with your chin.
âYeah?â He chuckles awkwardly. âI always wanted tattoos.â
âI know.â You reply, almost immediately, making him lift his gaze to you as your eyes widen. âYou- hm- You thought that Yakuza were cool.â you continue as he nods, his eyes still on you while you look away.
âYou remembered.â
You clench your jaw slightly and take another sip of champagne. You hate champagne, but you didnât read what was written on the bottle when you took it.
âYour father must be proud of you. I heard you had your own tattoo shop.â He says as your gaze soften. Jungkook and your dad were always close, he even called him âsonâ. Your father was in fact, proud of you.
âHe isâ, was all you could reply, and he nods silently before taking a deep breath.
âCan I⊠ask you a question? I need to understand somethingâ He frowns a little, turning his head to look at the backyard before finally glancing back at you. He is waiting for you to answer and you simply stare at him. âWhy did you leave me, Y/N?â
DUST OF US MASTERLIST.
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