#Don't rush to deny yourself before you get the result.

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[rs-hawk]

Nobleman Minotaur

Part One

You started seeing Minotaur more around the palace. Your father invited him to sit in on his diplomatic meetings, resulting in him wandering the halls of your new home quite often. One day, after a very excruciating day of lessons on how to be a "proper Lady", you bumped into him. Literally.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," was your immediate response, even before you saw who it was. "Oh," you repeated, your face flushing. "Hello."

"Hello, Princess," he grunted. Something about the way that he said your title, a title that until now you hated, made your heart flutter.

"You don't have to call me that," you giggled, shyly looking away from him. "I should be calling you Prince Minotaur, really. You stepping aside to just a Duke is hardly fair to you."

There was a heavy silence in the air for a moment, causing you to look back at him. He looked so uncomfortable. You had no idea why, but it made guilt bubble up from your stomach. After another moment, he bowed, his horns nearly catching your dress with how close he was to you.

"My apologies for having to rush out so fast. It was lovely to see you, Princess."

With that, he's gone. Rushing past you to get out of the hallway. Your heart fell. The little crush you had on him felt so one sided that you thought he might never look at you again. Of course, that was completely wrong.

Poor Minotaur could hardly contain himself that close to you. His animal instincts were screaming at him to claim you. To make you his. All he wanted was to rip off your dress and breed your pretty, fat Princess cunt until your body gave out. He ran his hands over his face, tugging at his horns in annoyance. He had to get a hand on his self control.

This "self control" of his mainly resulted in him avoiding you at all costs. Yes, he was forced to interact with you a few times, but almost never alone. Your father kept trying to get you two to interact more, much to Minotaur's frustration. Couldn't the man understand that he was trying to respect him, and his kindness, by not mounting you every time he saw you?

By the time your official debut comes, a huge party thrown in your honor, his self control was hanging on by a thread. Seeing you all dolled up, your chubby tummy stuffed into a form fitting dress that showed off all your perfect curves, when you were announced was so mouth watering he had to excuse himself.

He hid in the day room that was right next to the ballroom, trying to catch his breath. There was no denying it though. He had to relieve himself or he'd never be able to get back to the party. The long chiton he wore would make it too obvious how hard his cock was if he didn't do something. Pulling the long sheet of silk to the side, he braced himself against the daybed. His large hand curled around his throbbing and aching cock, pumping himself slowly.

He moaned your name, quickening his pace until he came to the thought of you presenting yourself to him, begging him to breed you. After he cleaned up, he was able to rejoin the festivities. He even chatted with you, but still didn't want to get too close. When you asked him for a dance, he refused. You stuck your outer lip out slightly, looking dejected.

"It's my party, Minotaur," you said with such emotion that he sighed.

"Okay Princess. Come here," he parted his arms for you to come into.

As the two of you danced, you were oblivious to how hard his cock was. How close he was to dragging you to that day room. All you could think of was maybe he did like you too, and you wondered if your father would approve if you told him how much you liked Minotaur.

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron being the softest most domestic man when he sees you’re in pain ?? yes please he coddles you and becomes your personal dr.

favors

cw; mild injury descriptions, fluff and concerned aaron <3

"here."

aaron stood over you from your seated position on the couch, placing an icepack on your head gently.

"you have to-"

"keep ice on it, i know." you immediately wince at the contact, despite how faint it was, before you placed your hand overtop his, taking over. he sat down besides you, your minor protest resulting in a hint of panic to flash through his eyes.

you had been deemed clear of a concussion from the paramedic, or anything serious for that matter, but the diagnosis didn't prevent your head from an inevitable pounding. not only that, the jet seemed stuffier than usual on the way home; the added pressure making your head feel like it was moments away from exploding.

"the ibuprofen should kick in soon." aaron assured. "that'll help."

you began to nod, but frazzled words came rushing out of aaron's mouth.

"hey hey hey don't. don't move your head. i don't want you jostling around too much."

"i'm not." you were whinier than you anticipated, closing your eyes. if only the throbbing would stop. "believe me, that's the last thing i want to do."

aaron exhaled a breath through his nose, the concern on his face still not faltering. his jaw was tense, his eyes were troubled- to be fair, they had been for the past few hours. he refused to acknowledge anything that wasn't you, continuously scanning for any signs of your injury worsening.

"why couldn't you have let morgan take the brunt of the impact, like normal." aaron joked lightly, wanting to reach out to stroke your cheek, or brush his fingers through your hair. just something, anything. but to prevent inflicting any more potential harm, his hands remained strictly on his lap.

he hated seeing you in pain.

"thought i'd do him a favor for once." your eyes were squinted as you peered at him. while your uncomfortableness was clear, your expression was still adorable in a way that made aaron's heart melt.

"you're very thoughtful." he chuckled softly, his lips tugging into a small, pitiful smile.

you huffed in agreement before beginning to readjust yourself, which caused aaron to react, as if he were more than ready to take on some dangerous force. he moved so quickly it was almost humorous.

"relax, i just wanna get comfortable." you mumbled, accompanied by a faint laugh.

"take it easy." one of his large hands found your back. "and if that's the case, bed is a much better option."

"but you're comfier." you shrugged, slowly positioning yourself where you could lay your head on his lap, on the opposite side of your wound, of course.

again, aaron told ahold of the ice pack, holding it in place. there was no way he could deny you anything you wanted. "alright sweetheart. get some rest."

"and if you wake me up for a concussion check, i swear."

aaron laughed softly, already aware he wasn't going to refrain from his original plan, concussion or not. "no promises there."

[potchi-fics]

Parehas tayo | part three of 8 ball (18+)

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/pa.ɾehas/ /ta.yo/

don't deny the fact that you're the same; you two are the same, that's why you're so drawn to her. you want to be near her, you yearn to be with her.

right, Bada?

NOTE: "parehas tayo." means "we're the same." and i highly suggest listening to Parehas Tayo by Nateman, although it's a filipino song, it sounds so good.. it sets the mood.

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they reach bada's condo. boy, was Y/n bewildered.

"you're place is amazingly clean," she looks around. "keeping it tidy for your girls, huh."

bada quickly rebuts, "i don't bring girls here."

"yeah, sure..." she finds that hard to believe.

it bothers her. why? she's her rival, her so-called sworn enemy. so why does the thought of bada bringing girls home agitate her? she shakes her head and follows bada.

it's an open space second floor condo. she brings her upstairs, and it's her bed. almost immediately, y/n jumps on the bed, giggling at the soft and cushiony bed.

y/n buries herself unto the bed, "how is your bed so soft and comfortable? it's so high up, too."

bada sees her lie down on her stomach, looking at the view outside. shit, she could get used to this view-- she's shamelessly checking y/n out.

her knees makes the bed dip as she positions herself on top of y/n, carrying most of her weight to not squish her. both of her hands land beside y/n's head, her pelvis pressing right up y/n's butt.

she leans down and kisses her nape, she whispers. "you think i'd forget the stunt you pulled?"

"hmm," y/n feels her lips kiss her exposed skin until hot breaths hit her ear.

she softly let out a gasp when one of bada's hand makes their way under her body, soft fingers going under the hem of her shirt. her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they travel upwards-- juts stopping when she feels y/n's bra.

y/n bites her lips. she feels hot. she needs more. she turns around and now they're face-to-face.

she wraps her arms around bada's neck, "do i plague your mind?"

her gaze went to her lips, staring longer than intended. bada studies her expression; y/n's eyes darkened, her chest unevenly going up and down.

she inches her face towards the woman, eyes closing in the process as she whispers one word.

"yeah."

and just like that, years of pent up frustration dissolves as their lips meet. they pull away, their eyes opening and looking so breathless-- before going back in for another kiss. it's messy: their teeth clashing, tongues fighting.

bada's hand finally pushing up y/n's bra, massaging one breast. the woman underneath her releases a whimper-- a result of her thumbing her nipple.

she separates herself from the girl, rushing to leave wet kisses down her neck-- all the way on her breast.

she takes one nipple in her mouth; suckling and biting, forcing y/n to make more sounds.

"c-calm down," she tries to push bada's head away but it was no use.

she unconsciously spreads her leg, giving bada more access. the latter pushes her hips harder against the woman below her-- successfully giving her more pleasure.

bada leaves bright red hickeys all over her boobs, shit, even bite marks. "mhm? what is it?"

"yo-your belt," she hears the shaky voice say. "it's ru-rubbing--"

she cuts her off by grinding her hips, "this?"

"yes," y/n gasps out.

she multitasks: grinding her hips and attending to y/n's boobs. on the corner of her eye, she sees one of y/n's hand go down. and fuck, does it look hot.

she stops her movements by putting her hand on bada's pelvis, her other hand leaving bada's hair and going down as well.

bada could only stare at her as y/n's face contorts into pleasure. her touching herself is a major turn on for bada.

she eggs her on, "you feel good, baby?" she stops her actions and removes y/n's pants. "let me help you."

y/n's fingers on her clit felt good, but not good enough-- she needed bada.

"later, for now," bada positions herself beside her, whispering sweet things on her ear, "touch yourself for me, y/n."

for minutes, they continue like that. bada encouraging her, sometimes playing with her sore breasts, her hands roaming all over her body.

all of this was too much for y/n yet somehow, she needs more.

"b-bada," she kisses her, "need you, s'much."

y/n grabs bada's hand, leading it down to her sensitive cunt. she mindlessly chants the word inside.

"you're so fucking hot, y/n."

she caves in and puts her fingers in-- too rough, apparently. the hand that was grabbing her grips her wrist, "slo-slower.. fu-ck."

the feeling of her long and slender fingers slowly entering her, it felt so, so good. her back arched slightly, bada loving the sight.

"like this?" she takes her time, but she does get there. she buries her fingers to the hilt.

y/n chokes out her reply, too lost in the pleasure to properly reply. she's gonna get addicted to this. she knows that after this, she'll want more and more and more. bada pulls out her digits, then going back in, still moving slowly.

she squirms and whines. just when she thinks she's getting used to her fingers, bada curls her fingers-- hitting her spot.

bada gives the corner of her mouth a smooch, "found it, didn't i?" she prods at it once again, making her mewl. "right here? kiss me, baby."

y/n turns her head to kiss her, but clearly, she's having a difficult time keeping up with bada. she swallows the woman's whines and moans, really loving this. she's practically shoving her tongue down the poor woman's throat.

"fas-faster," y/n brokenly whispers, "please."

she pulls out entirely, resulting a shocked whine from her. bada frantically settles herself between y/n's legs, looping her arms under and over her legs before pulling her.

bada desperately laps her cunt, y/n throws out curses in chorus-- obviously surprised at the new feeling.

"i told y-you," y/n rests her shaking hands on top of bada's heads, "calm down, you beast."

that only motivated bada to go harder. she sucks her clit, fingers gripping her thighs so tightly. y/n's body shakes at bada's work, feeling herself get overstimulated.

she looks up but she couldn't really see anything; all she are stars and white, the pleasure and lust completely taking over. she gripped the comforter, hoping to find some leverage. that went out the window when she felt fingers entering her again.

"h-hey," her raggedy breaths filled the room. "baby, 'm close.."

her eyes close tightly, the knot in her lower stomach evident. with bada playing with her clit, her fingers curling and hitting her spot, she goes blind and deaf.

ringing overtakes her hearing as she approaches her orgasm. she tries looking at bada, her fingers pushing the girl's bangs back-- fuck, she'd rather see this view anytime and anyday.

one harsh thrust of bada's fingers brought her to the edge, the ringing in her ears seem to go louder, her pulse quickening, her chest rapidly going up and down; she's gone.

she cums on bada's face and fingers.

bada helps her ride out her orgasm, lapping up her juices, her fingers still moving but slowly, this time, very slowly. she only stops when she hears y/n say too much.

she lifts herself up and she had to stop herself from doing a second round because of y/n's state-- dazed stare, her shirt and bra pushed up with hickeys littered around her chest, and her legs shaking.

even she, herself, is panting. she grabs a wet tissue and cleans y/n up, making sure to be careful.

"i told you to calm down," y/n weakly throws a pillow at bada who only laughs a her, "god, my whole body is sore."

"sorry," she replied sheepishly. "you wanna sleep?"

even though sore, she moved to make space for bada. "yeah, but go clean your face up first."

embarrassment fills up her entire body.

"don't even," she sees bada about to tease her.

couple of minutes later, bada is lying beside her, her head tucked under y/n's head. and they fell asleep like that.

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bada stirs up awake, feeling her side but not finding y/n. she sits up and sees y/n trying to stand up but having a hard time to do so.

"where you going? i mean, where are you trying to go?" she makes fun of the girl.

y/n scoffs, "good morning to you too, i'm hungry and thirsty."

bada chuckles, "i don't have food here.. you wanna go to the convenience store?"

she hears her click her tongue before reluctantly agreeing. "yeah, yeah. what time is it?"

bada squints her eyes at the brightness of her phone, "2:25 am. c'mon, there's a store near here."

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NOTE: the meme on y/n's twt means "hi beh, you're like those ads on youtube, attention-seeker."

NOTE: a lil' treat for my pinoy readers out there hehe, btw noze's meme says "GO POKPOK" hehe

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there we go, this is my first smut here on tumblr. hope you all enjoyed it, tried to capture the emotions and vibe for the steamy scenes. AND THIS IS NOT PROOF READ LIKE MY OTHER WORKS HUHU ILL READ IT OVER LATUR

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[writing-the-stars]

May I request a (Wednesday Addams x fem reader) where reader visits Wednesday’s house, and they get caught cuddling by Morticia and so Wednesday throws reader off of her, and denies anything happened, but Morticia won’t let it go and teases her? Have a good day and thanks for reading my request. :]

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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x GN!Reader

Summary: Wednesday indulges in a moment of vulnerability

Warnings: Rushed Ending. Not As Well Executed As I Would Like.

Word Count: 529

A/N: The amount of rewrites this little blurb underwent is ridiculous! Every time I'd start writing I'd get halfway through, think it was stupid, and completely erase everything I had written. I am now just forcing myself to post this because I know it will probably never get posted if I don't. I'm sorry you had to wait so long and I hope it's not too much of a letdown. Thank you for reading!

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Wednesday lay stiffly by your side– arms awkwardly wrapped around your frame as you held her close to you. Physical affection was something the macabre girl was still attempting to grow accustomed to, having previously only maintained physical contact to maim someone. Touching someone with such tenderness and intimacy felt foreign to the psychic, but she could not deny the odd sense of security she felt being encased in your arms. 

Wednesday heeded her mother’s warning about the dangers of her psychic abilities. She felt the pressure of losing herself to the darkness of her visions every day. The threat of being driven to isolation never bothered the raven-haired girl before, but now that she has begrudgingly found herself attached to people she did not want to lose, remaining balanced was a grueling battle she was intent on resulting victorious. 

The grounding of your arms helped with this ambition as you seemed to deflect feelings of distrust. You had always been a steadfast resource for the Addams girl. Never questioning her dubious midnight expeditions or unsavory schemes. You had always proven yourself faithful to her– a constant companion she had not realized she wanted until you. You made it easy for her to breathe, to allow herself small moments of vulnerability she could only ever share with you. 

It was gratifying to have moments like these. Moments where she did not feel the need to hide behind her biting wit and cold wall of apathy she had built around herself– not that she would ever admit that to anyone but herself. You provide her with a sense of safety she realizes she has been lacking. 

Being with you has begun opening her eyes to the logic behind what she once believed was her mother’s foolish decision. While she would never give up her own ambitions in life to be a housewife, she could see what lured her mother in. Though again, she rather act as a human doll for Enid than let anyone else know this. The infuriating smirk donning her mother’s lips when she brought you home this evening was enough of an “I told you so” for Wednesday to last the rest of her life. 

Of course, as Wednesday was starting to learn since her arrival to Nevermore, she could not always get what she wanted, and as her bedroom door creaked open– the slim frame of her mother lurking in the doorway– she knew she would be haunted by this moment forever. Still, the raven-haired girl thrusts your body off of hers in a futile attempt to preserve some of her pride. 

“Wednesday!” you exclaim– body thumping against the hardwood of her bedroom floor. 

Morticia raises a thinly shaped eyebrow– that maddening knowing smirk adorning her lips. 

“I was attempting to show them how to suffocate someone,” Wednesday announces, the pathetic excuse for a lie the first thing her brain could conjure in her disconcerted state.

“I see. And with affection no less,” Morticia replies, a teasing grin decorating her features. 

A giggle escapes your lips as Wednesday’s pallor rouges just the slightest tint. Her wicked mother will lure this over her head for all eternity.

[celestialatlantis]

Scenario, what could push them to confess?

Characters : Tavros, Gamzee Content warnings : I don't think there's anything notable heavy to mention, Insecurities are a topic of discussion but it all ends well, Gamzee has his own warnings, murder, for one, but it all ends well. Potentially and likely not a perfect capture of character, but hey, it was fun.

Tavros Nitram

Some would say he could be peer pressured and i wouldn't deny it being unshocking to an extent, but not this much.

He's a pushover, but he becomes a brick wall when it comes to accepting good things. Unfortunately, you are the kindest thing- person- in his life.

He could be pressured into making steps into being open about his love for you in a handful of ways, if he believed these were things that'd make you happy, but he couldn't convince himself that a confession might be one of those things easily at all.

He might actually be as stubborn as a bull instead of a pushover in regards to this, which is statistically rare enough for it to be a notable thing.

He would be fully okay with loving you forever, and he would for as long as you had space for him in your life, he doesn't allow for himself to hope that he might be the same for you.

But enough of this frankly heartbreaking build-up, what could push him to confess?

Your feelings, and especially insecurities.

If he saw, for himself, that you loved him this way but didn't allow yourself to hope, he would improvise his confession on spot. it doesn't matter how he could have planned, it just has to be heard by you.

Insecurities are not at the wheel for once in his life, not if it in/directly lead to you doubting whether this type of love was requited or not.

Sure, he's freaking the fuck out, your guy isn't even remotely composed, he's just high off of an emotional adrenaline rush because your emotional turmoil affects him like witnessing a car crash with the best viewing experience.

If he found out you worried over whether you could "lose" everything you've built together because you're you, he might just fall apart and confess in a freight train of emotion so heavy it'd put hydrolic press' to shame.

Or, if the gods of love and matchmaking held hands and channeled their powers into your entire social circle, he could be pushed by an army of wingmen.

It gets easier to believe for Tavros if he witnesses the people who'd rather kill themselves than not be at each other's throat actually agree on something for once, seriously, if Aradia and Vriska can agree on something mundane for the first time since the incident, then maybe it's not the most unbelievable thing that could happen.

Vriska probably helps, if only because she doesn't wish the purgatory of pining upon anyone. If he gets rejected at least it's finally over, as far as she's concerned, and if he doesn't then the only change in results is Tarvos being happier.

Another thing is if you were sick and trusted him to take care of you, I don't imagine trolls let each other know when they're sick.

Regardless of what exactly you are, if you trusted him to do this then the chances are he'll feel more confident in ripping the bandaid of his feelings as well.

He probably blurts it out on accident while saying something like "(…) uh,, i don't think i'd like me,, if i didn't care for my partner,,,-"

Anyhow, if the push is from peerpressure, it'd be in a scenario where someone tries to convince you to confess but it goes terribly wrong so Tavros has to stop you from convincing yourself it's not mutual. He'd be yollo-ing the entire thing because he frankly wouldn't know how to soothe a fear he constantly feels which shape his most painful nightmares. it'd hurt less if he broke his legs again.

Gamzee Makara

So, this fucker. Where to begin.

Sly and smarter than he allows people to believe, yet, he too has a heart somewhere in there, unfortunately for him.

He frankly has put himself in a bit of a corner, because if he hasn't confessed to you before he went on a rampage, then he'll have a lot to answer to at the spot.

Let's begin with what could push him to confess before he got the blood of his friends on his hands.

You getting sick, especially if you allowed him to help you. That much trust and faith would push him to trust you with handling his feelings gently.

People picking on you, he'd pretend to be high as a kite while defending you because it's the only way he can hold himself back from turning the fucker that rained on your parade into paint-paste.

But, because he'd be focusing so much on why he loves you, he might have a slip of the tongue and say something along the lines of 'a motherfucker that can't see the miracle of (your) red blessings has gotta be blind' when the offender is gone and he's reassuring you that he meant every word, you can do what you will with that impromptu confession.

Ideally, you'd accept it, but it's not like I'm your boss. You wouldn't be getting paid for it.

A lot of the things that'd cause him to push would be moments where he would feel a need to defend or take your side of an argument. He always wants to be on the same side as you, damn all else involved, it could all be miracles but he puts yours above all else.

Because you chose him, and he will choose you.

Another thing, he wants to be the one you choose, so he might actually be pushed to confess if/when he feels insecure. He does not want to be replaced, he does not want someone else to matter more to you and get sidelined. He does not want you to get bored of him.

And that'd push him to maybe lie to the person who happens to be the cause of this insecurity and shoo them away for a day or two while he gets his head in the game and tells you everything he has been feeling, and how he has been so fucking scared to lose you.

Because he's terrified of mattering less to you.

Now, before we get to the point in the timeline where he looses it, he'd do his best to not lose it around you. But even if he did, it wouldn't be directed towards you, not that anything could make him feel better, if causes fear in you he will feel that guilt like it'll be permanent. Even if it gets better.

If he causes you to fear it could ever be directed at you, he'll put everything else aside and tell you why he could never, because he loves you too much to forgive himself if he ruined the miracle of you choosing to stick around.

This is similar to what happens if you ever happened to cross paths with him while he was on a rampage, which would be unlikely because he'd do his best to avoid you while hunting down the ones he's after.

He'd still have the mind to tell you he wouldn't hurt you, but he would pray in his mind to something that you won't try to fight him, or try to stop him in general, however that concern is second place. He fights with the intention to kill, and he doesn't wanna kill you.

He might fight and claw until he has ruined this joke everyone else has seen him as, this joke his entire life has been written to be viewed as until now, but he does not want to write a world where he has written you out of his life.

At worst, he'd run and beg you to forgive him later while he explains why he ran, which is because he didn't trust himself to fight you.

At best, he'd compromise and stop for now if you questioned why he has been avoiding you during his rampage, instead of trying to stop him.

Afterwards, when the blood is dry and a smear on the wall? Well, the thing that would push him is his fear of losing you. He's scared to reach, but far more terrified to lose something he could have kept had he just tried.

So, he does.

He'd text you to meet up with him, and ask you to stay. Not as much of a confession if you silently comply, but if you asked why, he'd confess it in a voice so silent it no longer sounds like him.

"BeCaUsE i'M fLuShEd AnD sElFiSh, LiL mAmA, I mOtHeRfUcKiNg KnOw I dOn'T dEsErVe ThIs. A MoThErFuCkEr LiKe Me ShOuLdN't EvEn TrY(..)" ..He can't even bring himself to finish the sentence, but he still has it in him to say one last thing.

"PlEaSe DoN't Go"

[shalotttower]

Yandere!Joseph Seed Headcanons

Type: General Headcanons Characters: Joseph Seed x Reader (afab) Word count: 700+ Notes: Manipulation, coercion, isolation, captivity, emotional abuse, forced proximity, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics, brief mention of suicide possibility, implied possibility of pregnancy.

- Joseph is calm, patient, and calculating with you. He won't rush into things or make impulsive decisions. As someone who is skilled at manipulation, he understands the necessity of waiting (and patience is a virtue). He is persistent and determined, but in a very quiet and measured way, like a rock steadily going down the hill.

- Joseph sees you as his ultimate test of faith and a reward shall he pass it. The Voice told him, he saw it in his dreams, every little sign points to you being the one he was meant to find. And once Joseph decides on something, he won't change his mind. No matter what you do, no matter how much you try to run or hide, Joseph will find you and bring you home.

- He wins your affection through misplaced empathy, touch (because there's no shame in closeness), and by simply being there whenever you need it - even if sometimes you wish he wasn't.

- Joseph views your reluctance as the result of Pride speaking in you and a part of his own trial. And trials exist to be overcome.

- Joseph knows people. He can read them, hopes and fears, weaknesses and strengths, virtues and vices, what they love and hate. He utilizes it with you, observes your habits and behavioral patterns. Joseph doesn't force - he nudges and encourages, planting the seeds and hints in your head and letting them grow; he manipulates you by making you come to desired conclusions on your own.

- If you're stubborn, Joseph will deprive you of sleep, but in a way that seems natural (there's suddenly a lot of work he needs your help with or he keeps you awake longer and wakes you up earlier, because this and that). He will increase the time of his lectures or restrict access to certain areas until you waver. The book you're reading will disappear and he has no idea where it is, etc.

- However, don't think Joseph is passive. Yes, he prefers a gentler approach with you, but understands the necessity of harsher methods too. Even God has to punish his children, after all, and it's always for their sake. If you push him too much (and it takes a lot to achieve that), he will "teach you humility" and his methods are often connected to the feeling of shame. He may restrain you and make you ask for basic needs like food, toilet or water; lock you up in an empty room without sustenance for a few days and sit by your door, reading the Bible aloud; wash you/feed you himself, denying you autonomy. If looks is something you value about yourself, he might cut your hair short. Making you watch as he burns something you cherish is also not off the table. He will not beat you, but if having your buttocks smacked will get the point across and make you feel ashamed, then Joseph will do it.

- Hurting you, however, doesn't give him pleasure and he will later spend the hours in prayer asking God for forgiveness for his temper, even if that was necessary. He won't be apologetic towards you, but later when you've both calmed down he will console you and provide whatever comfort you need: a hug, a touch (which feels increasingly familiar), stroking your hair and telling you a biblical story as an analogy for your behavior.

- It's Joseph's responsibility to protect you from yourself and guide you on the right path, because you're lost and confused in his mind. There's only one truth - Eden's Gate - and he will do his best to save your soul before it's too late.

- If it's the Bunker, you're sharing a bed, period. Joseph isn't letting you out of his sight and will be sleeping next to you. He can't risk you offing yourself and leaving him alone.

- If it's somewhere else, like the compound or wherever he keeps you, you will have your own room if he trusts you enough. Your room will have its own bathroom and Joseph won't be intruding, unless you give him a reason to. He'll grant you permission to move freely within the compound, but two faithful will always follow behind.

- Joseph doesn't force himself on you, though he'll take any opportunity to initiate physical contact. Taking your hands in his, kissing your forehead, loosely putting an arm around your waist. He watches how you react, whether you're leaning in or pulling away. If the latter is the case, he'll be more subtle, but won't stop.

- Joseph wants a family with you. A future together after the Collapse.

[thecameronchronicles]

Blackmail 2

PART 1!

TW: Blackmail. Smut. Cheating. Language. 

SUMMARY: The aftermath of JJ's blackmail brings you into his arms once again...

WORD COUNT: 1900

REQUESTED:

I’ve never sent in a request, so I hope I’m doing to right. But for your march return, would you ever think about a sequel to Blackmail? I’ve been wondering what their dynamic became after the whole thing

Blackmail 2

You wish everybody knew that behind that smile wore the most devious intentions to ever exist. Words no girl, especially the girlfriend of his best friend, should ever be subjected to. All because of some video you'd made when you were too incoherent to understand your implications. And even though he wore that sadistic grin with eyes too kind to contrast as they'd cast to you as you often took him on your knees, as this was his preference in the brief time you were allowed, you denied every ounce of approval that came in being used to this new normal. No matter how satisfied you would be left as he learned your body after exploratory fingers and a skilled but wicked tongue, you wouldn't grant yourself or him the satisfaction of "getting used" to this. 

You loved Pope. You loved the life you could have with him. You loved...

"JJ..." You groaned behind tensed teeth. His hands gluttonous to your hips as he pinned you deeper into the sheets of the bed. Your eyes flashed to the hallway with the voices of your mutual friends just beyond the thin door. But no matter the girth of any wall separating you from them, nothing could contrast the noises JJ pulled from you. 

He was animalistic and passionate. Depth and force in equal measure as the bed threatened to give way beneath every brutal thrusts he'd make prior to now. But in this instance, he used only his tongue to pull such belting responses from you. You bit into your arm when he removed the pillow you'd used to try and keep quiet. Noticing this, he groaned in disapproval before pinning your hands just over the mess he made between your thighs. Your eyes met for only a moment before he noticed the desperation in your strained expression. 

"Isn't it better when you stop denying me?" He questioned as your mind flashed to the last few weeks. 

The first interaction since that fateful night had been met with full rejection. The reminder of how he could shatter the perfect illusion you'd made with Pope leading you to your knees for him in the nick of time to your boyfriend's return. The time after this would be spent in submission for the sole purpose of getting yourself within his good graces. As he lay asleep as the rest of the pogues were at work, you slipped out of bed and to his phone, finding a picture of him giving you the middle finger as his background. You glared at him as he lay awake once being made to wake by your eager steps. The small moments between them and now had become a game of cat and mouse of sorts as you had become as obsessed with the thrill as he was with the result. Of course, you'd deny this. But each and every time, your body would ultimately betray you. Losing yourself to him more and more. 

"Don't tense up on me now..." He kisses softly into your thigh, a soft and almost romantic sentiment before he returned to devour you. When your hands fought for freedom beneath his grasp, he gave a compromise by leading you to his hair. 

"Pull...As hard as you need." He explained hovering over your sex, a grin glistening with your excess. A symbol of his commitment to what your own boyfriend wouldn't entertain in even the most selfless of instances. It was this contrast that silenced the guilt against Pope. He was good but JJ was better. He was sweet but JJ was a sugar rush. And he was a good listener where JJ was devoted and attentive. 

"Harder..." He spoke behind closed teeth, sucking your clit in rapid fire pulls as you nodded into you. Your fingers were merciless to his locks, the sunkissed tresses that knew this hold well. Familiar to that if a song you knew be heart came that rush of pleasure he'd optioned for. The same that coated his lips and fingers in repetition. 

"Turn around." He spoke as you were too blissed out to notice his order. When you didn't oblige, he removed himself from the comfort made between your thighs. Shamelessly, he looked to the evidence of his talented tongue dripping down your core and onto the sheets beneath you. 

"Delicious...." 

Your eyes moved to the door as the steps passing throughout The Chateau left you trembling. Although by now, you couldn't tell if that was solely from fear or pleasure. 

"Sweetheart...You've made such a mess for me..." His hands came slowly down your thighs at the beginning of your knees, inching closer and closer to that needy clit begging for more. Throbbing and summoning him. 

"I don't think there's anything we haven't done-" Your mind flashed in memory to validate this. Every position and angle thoroughly exercised in the brief and even sporadic exchanges. Yet, each one leaving you with a thorough ache of the memory of what only he could offer you. 

"But one thing..." Your eyes raised in horror as he smirked, eyes cast to your ass. 

"Okay two things...But this one is all about you, princess..." He led your fingers to your entrance, guiding you. 

"You keep denying this....And it's only hurting us both. So let me show you how good it can be..." Your eyes came closed to relish the pleasure before they shot open to the abrupt cessation made in the grip around your wrist. 

"Turn over." You fumbled as he pulled you to the headboard of the bed. His dominant hand was used to part your lips. 

"Touch right here. Small circles," His breath was hot at your ear. 

"Don't come." You repressed a moan as you heard him undress behind you. Your peripheral gaze catching the door with the thought you could leave. And yet, you were too curious to stay. To know he would be sweeter now. Helpless to compare it to Pope as that was the vast comparison. Where Pope was cool ice to soothe you, JJ was the heat that ignited within. One could easily outweigh the other, and you wanted to be consumed either way. 

"I can be sweet. Fuck you in the Twinkie after a date, putting candles in the cupholders to make it romantic and shit..." You fought a smirk to the idea. "Because it should have been me." He directed your hand faster. 

"God, you must have been so deprived before me...You're touching yourself like I didn't make you come yesterday…" He craned around your torso to watch you continue. He pulled you to an angle to which he could watch. 

"I could come just by watching you...Knowing it's because you're thinking of me..." He grinned. "But goddamn, you make it look so good...Keep going..." You obeyed, torn between rivaling and relishing as both have a reward incomparable to a release. The latter would prove more seductive however. 

"Please..."

"You wanna come?" You hesitated. 

"How about we..." He began to twist your nipples softly, making you groan. 

"Try this for a bit?" But the second he began to show kindness to you, a looking question took precedence. 

"Has he ever made you come?" You nodded, hoping this would be enough for JJ to understand this would never be any more than what it was. A continuous mistake. But he only used it as fuel against an apparent fire within. 

"Since I have?" He almost scolded what should have been a question as you answered in an earnest shaking of your head. Im truth, you could only manage to look Pope in the eyes long enough to say goodbye, one which always brought relief. 

"Is that because I'm better or because you don't love him anymore?" You hesitated, a question that had remained on your mind since the day that damned video was taken. But the soured expression came from your confusion. 

"Let me make it clearer for you." He was suddenly inside of you, a single jolt made against the wall of the bed as it was a tattle to this afternoon delight. 

"You love how I make you come, I know that. But you don't even have to love me..." He grunted into your ear. "But you always let me...sure, you fight it at first..." 

"The video...." To this, he pulled his phone from the pants left within reach. Withdrawing his phone, he showed you the file. A deletion you'd craved for months now allowed. And yet, you couldn’t shake the disappointment in your expression as he remained inside of you. 

"But you always need it…No more excuses, sweetheart. You can walk away right now and keep lying to yourself. Or you can stay and let me show you yet again why it should have been me..." He flexed inside of you. 

"Won't you just tell him?" He paused, removing himself from you completely as he sat on the side of the bed. 

"Like he'd believe it..." JJ scoffed. "A smart, pretty girl like you...the way you make me laugh and want you in the same sentence...thinking of all the ways I want to-" he paused. Your heart twisted as Pope has once complimented you every hour on the dot. And now you couldn't remember the last effort he'd made. But JJ did. A glance over the edge of the hottub when the pogues collected to celebrate their fuck-it lifestyle. A crush beneath any table or when crossing in any proximity. Not to mention the sensations once he got you alone.

"Just go..." You were on your feet, already halfway towards the door before feeling victory within your reach. Your hand came to the handle as his eyes fell in defeat. 

Click. 

"Now we won't have to worry about any potential interruptions." His eyes flared as you moved to his knees, standing between them. 

"I don't know what this is and I'm going to hate myself for staying...but..."

"I won't let you hate yourself..." He pulled you over his lap in a straddle. 

"I'll make you come until you love that feeling more than the hate..." He teased you with his cock before looking at you,marveling at home your face twisted for him. A snarl made of your lips, parted and needy and wide eyes nearly animalistic only to fall heavy when his hand cupped your breast. 

"I'll show you why I love you " His words surprised you as you were suddenly filled with his thick shaft. 

"Why I had to blackmail you because I couldn't take it anymore."

He paused in speech, pulsing into you. 

"And why you won't ever have to fake it with me. A girl like you should never have to fake it. Now you won't have to...because you're mine-"

"Yours."

'"Say it again..." He begged, a pang of pain in his expression as he flexed inside of you. You weren't Able to obey immediately as he spun you onto your back, pounding into you as your submission was what it took to swell his lust into the threat of expulsion.

"I'm yours, JJ " 

Your body fell apart beneath him as you felt his warm release spurt, his body shuddering in accordance to this. Your own high shared through this as you came down at the same moment. But it was short lived.  He pulled his phone again. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I want to make a new video..." 

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[agustdiv1ne]

Hii, can I request a Soobin + The Avengers (first movie) + Fluff and Suggestive.

Btw, congrats for your achievement ❤️❤️❤️

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pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

wc: 1.7k

details + warnings: mdni, soobin + fem!reader don't represent any particular characters (though some references are made), a lil makeout sesh 😵‍💫

note: thank you!! ♡♡

you can't sleep. 

not that you ever slept much in the first place, but since joining s.h.i.e.l.d. in their efforts of recovering the tesseract and locating kai's sister who happens to be in possession of it — even worse, kai's sister who aims to take over the planet with it — you've all but given up on proper rest. this mission is far bigger than yourself, far bigger than anyone on your ragtag team of (what you guess you could call) superheroes, for that matter. you may be a trained assassin and a master of close-range combat, but you cannot deny the traces of fear that gnaw at your nerves.

sitting up in your bed, you rub at your eyes until they feel raw. your room is too warm to be comfortable, and all you can think about is the sheer amount of unpredictability that plagues this situation. you're used to set dates, locations, people to eliminate…this situation entails none of those things. no one knows where bahiyyih is, no one knows where the tesseract is, and no one has a goddamn clue what she's planning. your chest tightens for a moment. breathe. breathe.

you strip the covers from your body once your eyes blink back into focus, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. the floor is cool beneath the soles of your feet as you move to stand; the sensation brings you back to yourself, bars your mind from spiraling any further. you need to get out of this room right now. with haste, you slip a pair of slides on and make your way out of your room. the helicarrier is eerily quiet as you walk down the sprawling hallways, the only sounds reaching your ears being the wind rushing by and the rumbling of the aircraft carrier's turbines. dim lights illuminate your path and create ominous shadows along the walls; you pay them little mind — you'd know if someone was following you. your shoes make little noise against the walkway, your featherlight steps a result of your intensive training. your heartbeat slowly returns to normal. 

eventually, the hallway leads to a large room, a lookout platform lying opposite of where you stand. the windows jut out from the floor at an angle, supported by thick, floor-to-ceiling metal beams. you stride over to the platform, staring out at the clouds that rush by; far below, the ocean has opened its gaping maw, the darkness endless yet oddly comforting. 

you're unsure how long you stand there, vision blurred as you stare out at the nothingness, before your ears perk up at the sound of footsteps sounding from behind. they are trying to be quiet, you can tell, but they lack finesse. it causes you to immediately raise your guard. the footsteps slowly grow closer, and your muscles tense in response. they're right behind you now, a hand reaching out to grab your shoulder—

in a flash, you have them twisted the other way, one arm pinned between their shoulder blades and the other clasped in your other hand's unrelenting grip. your foot moves on autopilot as it kicks the back of their knee. their knees collide with the platform with a dull thump! 

“it’s me! it’s me!” the person whispers frantically, their unmistakably male tone bordering on panicked. it’s then that you recognize the platinum blond head of hair, the long limbs, a voice you know all too well…

soobin.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you whisper back while you release his limbs. he stands, rubbing at where your fingers pressed a little too hard into his flesh with a soft “ow.” you level him with a raised eyebrow and downturned lips. “c’mon, it’s your fault. you shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me.”

“yeah, i guess you’re right,” soobin sighs, rotating his shoulder with a pained wince. “jesus, remind me not to get on your bad side.”

this draws a chuckle from you. “what’re you doing up, anyway? it’s late.” 

“couldn’t sleep, so i decided to get out and patrol,” he simply replies. it’s then that you notice that he’s wearing a simplified, more casual version of his field uniform — a tight black tank top, tactical pants of a similar color and fit, and his normal pair of thick gloves adorning his hands. you realize that you’ve never seen his bare arms before, only ever through his suit. though his build is thin and lithe, you can see the defined muscles that push against the skin of his biceps. the sight causes your mouth to run dry. 

you’re feeling oddly bare in your sleep attire, your arms crossing over your chest. as your eyes meet his again, you find him staring at you, questions dancing his dark eyes. he continues, “y’know, i could ask you the same.”

“same reason as you, but my first thought wasn’t to patrol,” you laugh, refusing to let your eyes wander any more. “you work too hard.”

“ah, it’s nothing— force of habit, really,” he says, heart-shaped lips curving into a sheepish grin.

sure, you might be a little attracted to soobin, but you respect him more than anything. he didn't join this team just to flaunt his homemade tech like yeonjun, he is not here out of obligation like kai — rather, he's on this team because he wants to help people. his unrelenting drive to keep the world safe and lead your team to success is admirable, even if he does butt heads with yeonjun more often than not.

after a brief bout of silence, an idea pops into your head. your eyes trail back up to meet his own. “do you want to go spar, maybe?”

his eyes widen almost imperceptibly before his bunny-like smile returns, a teasing lilt to his following words. 

“as long as you promise to go easy on me.”

after a brief stop at your room so that you could change into more fight-appropriate clothing, you and soobin navigate the hallways to the on-board training center. you have only been here a few times since you arrived on the helicarrier, usually taking out your energy on one of the punching bags that line the perimeter of the mat. it's odd to know that you are about to spar with an actual person; soobin is the only one who has accepted your offer thus far.

the two of you are quick to begin after a bout of stretching. the moment you're done bumping fists in the middle of the ring, his leg swings out from behind him, aiming for your side. you roll out of the way, rising to your feet to his left.

“cheap move,” you grin, closing in while intercepting his fist. you struggle for a moment to hold his arm back; while you prize agility, he favors strength. he mirrors your expression. 

“just evening out the playing field.” his foot slips behind your ankle and pushes forward, but you slip out of the precarious position with ease.

the two of you go at it for awhile, exchanging punches and kicks, wearing each other down slowly — you're more evenly matched than he gave himself credit for. what you throw, he blocks, and when he swings, you easily sidestep out of the way, his limbs cutting through empty air. your stamina seems to trump his, however, his movements growing sloppier, more holes opening up in his defense.

like a machine, you exploit these weaknesses. the next time he throws a kick, you grab his calf and twist, his body rotating in the air before he crashes to the mat. the action knocks the breath from his lungs, and you take the opportunity to straddle his hips, your hands gathering his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“caught you,” you pant, a smirk playing on your lips as you lean over him, noses brushing against each other and mere centimeters separating your lips. it doesn’t take either of you long to realize just how close you are, frozen in place as you stare at each other in silence. 

it's unclear who leans in first, but your lips are suddenly enveloped by his. your grip on his wrists loosens, and he takes the opportunity to wrap large his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you lean down more, deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. you resist the urge to grind down against him, your mind growing foggy with a lack of oxygen when neither of you pull away.

eventually, you are the first to pull away, pressing him back down as he chases your lips. you're back to staring at each other now, but there's something…different in the way he looks back at you — lightly veiled need swirls in his irises. you release a breath against his cheek. his hands do not move from their position on your waist.

soobin breaks the silence, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. “is…this a bad time to admit that i kinda like you?”

though your heart pounds, you try to act as if you’re not on the verge of freaking out. “i wouldn’t say so, no,” you smile, stomach fluttering. “‘cause i kinda like you too.”

leaning up, he kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the sensation of your soft lips against his. you find yourselves smiling into each other's mouths, and you lose yourself in him, ignorant of the way his hands wander down to your hips. suddenly, he rolls you over, turning the tables on you as he pins your hands down.

“rule number one,” he whispers against your lips, pupils blown out as he towers over you. “never let your guard down.”

“and rule number two?” you tease, tone light and breathy.

one side of his lips quirks up. “hm, guess we’ll have to figure that one out together.”

he's back to kissing you soon after, sparring be damned.

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[bestfriend491]

Hey! Can you do a fluff Okoye x reader fic where Okoye takes care of the reader after getting injured during training. Thanks!

Told You So

Okoye x Reader

Summary: Okoye struggles to keep herself composed after overconfident Reader gets hurt while training.

Toothrotting Fluff

Warnings: Injuries

You limped into your room, huffing as you tried to avoid putting pressure on your foot while also feeling the burn in your chest from your bruised torso. Okoye helped you get around, supporting your weight as you walked in, while carrying other things that you would need for your recovery in her hand.

You wanted to get adjusted in your bed, so that you could rest and forget about the entire situation but after a failed attempt at climbing into it, you opted for the sofa next to it instead.

'Well, this is embarrassing.' You kept thinking to yourself. It was comical to you, really. How terrible training had gone for you today. The worst part about the whole thing was the proud face of the woman standing in front of you.

She wanted to say something, you could tell. And you knew exactly what she wanted to say.

She had been eyeing you every chance that she could get, mostly making sure that you were okay, but there was a twinge of smugness in her face, and you wanted to wipe it clean off of her.

After she had inspected your room for any potential problems that could hinder your recovery, she went and got the ointment for your chest, walking over to you before lifting your shirt to apply it.

With her so close now, you could see it so obviously. Her face radiated smug energy and she couldn't deny it. Your face, on the other hand, was scrunched in dissatisfaction.

It was her cracking out a laugh at your unamused face that broke the previous silence.

"Okoye I don't appreciate you laughing at my pain." You whined, struggling to keep a straight face.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" She couldn't even get the rest out before she erupted into a fit of laughter. Soon, you joined her, not even being able to take yourself seriously anymore.

You put your head into your hands, trying to stop yourself from laughing, because it hurt so much, but you couldn't stop.

You could tell that Okoye had been waiting to let that good laugh out since the moment you fell the second time. Granted, you deserved every ounce of pain, being that you were the one who insisted on going to training today.

A few hours into the morning, Okoye had woken up to get ready to go to the training rooms and get some new skills down with a few of the others, and when she had tried to wake you up too, you could barely crack an eye open.

You took far more time getting up than usual, groaning loudly just trying to lift yourself off of the bed. Okoye walked over and greeted you with a soft kiss to the lips which you easily melted into.

"No offence, Sthandwa, but you look hungover." She said to you while walking back to the wardrobe to get her training clothes.

"I didn't go drinking last night, Okoye." You yawned out, trying to see what she was getting at now.

" Yes, that is the most perplexing part." She said, chuckling to herself.

"Ha ha, very funny." You basically crawled out of bed, deciding to regroup yourself on the sofa for a few minutes.

Okoye was showered and ready to leave when she found you there still 'regrouping' when really you had just fallen asleep.

She kissed your forehead, resulting in you waking up, a bit startled.

"Y/n, my love, I think you should take the morning off, training in your dazed condition seems very risky. Especially with your track record, don't you think?" Now, your stubborn nature started to creep up, you shook your head and stood up, now determined to prove a point.

You refused to take that statement as fact and now your only goal for the day was to prove her wrong.

You rushed to your side of the wardrobe, shaking your head at Okoye.

"See, that is where you are wrong, my sweet, caring Okoye. I am still very well equipped enough to train today. I'll be there in 20 minutes." Okoye let out a single chuckle, knowing that you were kidding yourself.

"It was just an observation, Sthandwa, but do as you please." She took her spear and kissed your head, choosing to leave you so that you could soak in your idea and hopefully come to your senses.

"I will!" You said as she closed the door, making her shake her head.

It seemed that she really would see, as 20 minutes later, you were down in the training room standing right next to her. There were few people there, some avid members of both the Dora Milaje and the Midnight Angels, but there were also a couple of young girls, probably in training.

Okoye could tell that you were still out of it, and although she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to teach you a lesson, she didn't want you badly hurt, so she called up one of the girls in training.

"Okere! You'll be training with Y/n today." The girl, young enough to still be in school, looked your way with fear written all over her face.

You glared at Okoye, who was clearly quite pleased with her decision and stood up to stand by the girl.

Everyone else got to choose their partners and soon the large room was filled with the sound of the banging and clashing of swords.

You were fine at the beginning. Great, even. Your swings were strong and your reflexes were sharp and you could tell that you were tiring the young girl. By the time 40 minutes had gone by, and most of the people fighting had gone to get some water, the two of you were still fully active.

Feeling quite satisfied, you turned for a split second and winked at your lover, while she rolled her eyes at your gloating.

Okere, who had been shown too much for one day, yielded and was dismissed, choosing to go to the infirmary for some pain killers.

You walked over to Okoye, and playfully whispered, "I told you I would do it." She looked at you all big headed, and scoffed.

" Please. She's 16, did you expect to lose? You barely had to try? Anyone here with more training would have beat you." She replied.

You laughed out, loud enough for a lot of people to hear you.

"Is that a challenge, Okoye!?" You declared, and now you had the whole room's attention.

"What's going on here?" Ayo said, approaching with Aneka right behind her, who looked ready to see the drama unfold.

"Okoye has challenged me to a round with her. She says that I can't do it." You said, smirking.

Okoye scoffed while smiling again, amused by how confident you sounded.

"I never said that. I said that she was too tired for training and her technique was messy and she got flustered because it's true. Now she wants to challenge me."

Ayo looked at the both of you, not believing what was happening before her, while Aneka laughed in amusement at the two of you bickering.

"I'd pay to see this." Aneka said, before yelping from getting a sharp elbow from Ayo.

You and Okoye stared at each other for a few more moments before she relented.

"Fine." She finally said,and you clapped your hands once, excited to prove yourself.

The match didn't last long. It took Okoye two hits and you were down.

The first one was her spear to your chest and a swing that left you flat on your ribs. You got up from that one, knowing that you were going to bruise and hurt from that one but continued trying.

It wasn't until she swung her spear underneath you and you tried to jump over it from instinct, but slipped and fell hearing a snap from your left foot, that you knew that you had lost.

She rushed to you as soon as she heard it apologising profusely.

"I'm fine." You weren't even in that much pain. That was until you tried to stand and yelled out in excruciating pain. Okoye took you to the infirmary and after some tests, they confirmed that your foot was broken.

Okoye stayed with you the whole time, and this is when you noticed the smug look on her face

When M'yra asked what happened, Okoye started to laugh to herself.

"We get it, Okoye. You proved your point, okay." You weren't really upset at her, but you were upset that she had proved you wrong.

She stopped instantly and explained the whole thing to M'yra.

Now you sat on the sofa, waiting for Okoye to do it. To just let the words fall out of her mouth so you could get over it.

Okoye was still helping you by wrapping your chest .

"Just say it. I know you want to." You said. You couldn't wipe the smile off your face now, thinking about how playful the whole day had really been.

" I won't, you've been embarrassed enough, today."

" Okoye, just say it so that I can be rid of my mystery. " You insisted.

"No! I'm serious. I have nothing to say." Still sceptical, you were finally able to pull down your shirt when she was finished.

You watched her going back to the mini freezer that you had, taking out an ice pack for your stomach.

She handed you the pack, and propped a pillow under your foot for support, before kneeling down next to you, kissing your head, and then your cheek, before coming down to your lips. You sunk into every kiss, feeling more tired with each one.

You yawned, and she got up to get you a blanket, wrapping you in it.

"I love you." You said, being grateful for her helping you.

" I love you too." She replied, ready to leave you to sleep for a while.

Before she left. She leaned down, her lips by your ears.

She whispered.

" I told you so."

You laughed.

The End

Author's Note: I love Okoye x Reader banter. Hope that this was okay, or at least kind of what you had in mind.

All requests are being worked on and will be published with in the week.

[marchtomydrums]

I’ll never let you fall.

Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie dean Howard x Reader

* Hi guys! I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been really sick. In and out of the hospital and recently had to get a biopsy done and waiting on the results. So I will try to get up some more stories soon. Hope you enjoy this one.*

Mina walks into the cozy house releasing a quiet sigh of relief that the day is done and over. She shrugs off her jacket and drops her Keyes and purse on the table before walking into the living room.

There she finds Billie reading quietly on the couch.

“Hello, darling,” Mina calls out to her.

“Hello. How was your day?”

“Ugh.” the redhead grunts as she takes a seat next to Billie.

“I’m sorry doll. At least you’re home now.” The blonde says softly caressing Mina’s arm.

The redhead hums in agreement leaning into her touch.

“Cordelia is going to be late,” Billie tells her.

“Is she still trying to find a cure for y/n?”

“Yeah…

She’s wasting time. We need to spend whatever we have left with her.”

“Don’t talk like that! She’s not going to die, Billie.”

“You don’t know that Mina! She’s sick and while Cordelia’s efforts to cure her are honorable she’s isolating herself from y/n.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” Mina says in an annoyed tone as she pulls away from Billie.

Out of the three of them, Mina was still very much in denial about everything.

“Where is she anyway?” she asked looking around the house.

“She’s in the office building the new Lego set I brought her.”

“I don't understand why she's obsessed with a toy for children and why you indulge her,” Mina said rolling her eyes.

“It makes her happy and I won’t deny her any joy.” The blonde says.

“I suppose you’re right.” Mina sighs.

Mina gets up and walks towards the back of the house to the small office down the hall. It’s typically shared by all four of you but since you’ve been sick you’ve been using it primarily to build the Lego sets Billie buys you.

The redhead stops at the doorframe as she watches you silently. It’s only been a couple of months since your diagnosis but your body is already taking a toll. Your skin was lighter almost white compared to its original color. Your body is frail and small and dark circles formed underneath your eyes. For once the redhead actually stopped at looked at you and this caused tears to prick Mina’s eyes.

You noticed her watching you in the corner and decided once you were done to look up. You flash a bright smile her way.

“Hi, Mina.”

“Hello, my love.” She says with a small smile.

“I finished it you want to see?” You asked.

The redhead nods as she walks towards you. She settles behind the chair you’re sitting in as she looks down at your project.

“It’s beautiful what is it?”

“It’s a miniature version of the castle at Disney World. Billie got it for me because she knows how much I love Disney.” You said with a smile.

“What will your next project be?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure.”

“I’m sure you will think of something,” she says kissing the top of your head.

“Are you alright today Mina? You look sad.”

“I’m fine love. Just fine. How about we go cuddle and look for your next project?” she suggested.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Okay!” You smiled getting up to stand next to her. Unfortunately, you got up too quickly causing a sudden but small state of dizziness for yourself.

“Careful my love,” Mina says as she grabs onto you.

“Sorry. Head rush.”

“It’s quite alright dear I would have caught you.”

“I know you'd never let me fall.”

“Never,” she says softly.

You both share a smile and a quiet moment together. You can tell Mina is sad and you're pretty sure you know why. All of your girlfriends have had the same look in their eyes since you've been diagnosed. However, Mina has been the only one to treat you the same as she did before and for that you were grateful.

You smile as you lean in to kiss her lips softly. “I love you, Mina.”

“I love you too little one. Come on let's go cuddle.”

[heretyc]

I'd Follow You To The Ends of the Earth [Short Eddie Fanfic]

Been dreaming about Eddie lately. I don't dream about characters unless I feel "adoration" for them...so clearly I've yet to leave my Eddie Gluskin phase lol.

The dream I had last night was humorous and I thought I'd write about it. Enjoy.

A little synopsis: You're like Miles, trying to expose Murkoff. So you went to Murkoff, obviously, and you went to Temple Gate after being told that Murkoff was behind an even more evil scheme. A little guest came with you.

Gender neutral. Eddie calls you his bride, but I think we all know he'll call you that regardless of sex/identity. So.

If you're curious, the dream was about me going to Temple Gate to seduce Val and Eddie followed me because I was already 'married' to him. AKA I had a crush on him first before playing Outlast 2. Good one, brain.

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So. Temple Gate was shit.

Just by getting out of your car and immediately smelling the air, you could tell this place was nasty. Old blood and a saccharine scent invaded your senses, and you scrunched your nose as a result. Fuck this place.

You've been here less than 5 hours, and you already want to fuck off into the moonlight. Blake and Lynn Langermann can wait. Hell, they're probably dead by now.

After being taken hostage by some crazed priest, then running into a delusional blonde who licked your face clean off, you had come to a conclusion.

"God, this place sucks." You mumbled to yourself.

"Don't be so harsh, darling."

Jumping out of shock, you rush to see who just spoke, and...

Dear god.

"EDDIE? What the fuck?!"

The scarred man looks at you with an excited expression, and you're more than confused. How the hell...?!

"How did you...? Did you FOLLOW ME HERE?"

This man was in COLORADO. You're in ARIZONA. How the FUCK...?

"Of course, darling...Is this our honeymoon spot?" Eddie questioned, looking around at the dusty, bloody horizons. He gave you no time to respond. Clicking his tongue, he looks at you with a teasing expression. "Not very romantic, dear."

You continued looking at him, eyebrows raised and your jaw slack. He took a gentle hand, placing it underneath your chin and pushing it upwards. "Close your mouth, dear. You'll eat flies. In this place, it's more than a guarantee."

"Eddie...this place is dangerous." You huff, putting your hands on your hips. "You could be killed."

"Why do you think I came? I heard your little phone call. I sure hope the man on the other end knows you're betrothed." He chuckles, pulling out a knife. The same one he used to threaten you with before he...proposed.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't protect my bride?" He raised a brow.

"Eddie...sweetie..." You put a hand on his shoulder, shaking your head sadly. "I have been taken hostage. And straddled. And called every insult in the book."

"Oh, I know." Eddie wiggled his brows and pointed behind him.

...Corpses.

The weird, mud-coated men and women who assisted in your forced licking session laid face down in the dirt. They had made the trek back to their abode and became victims to Eddie, apparently.

"I wasn't able to catch up to that delusional blonde, unfortunately." He pouted like he was denied a cookie after dinnertime. "I did, however, learn where they were staying. Conveniently enough, we are standing right in front of their place!"

You were in awe. You thought he was just some marriage-obsessed himbo.

Apparently not.

"Come, darling. I'll be with you every step of the way."

"Oh yeah?" You began walking toward the mines, and some of the Heretics came out, eagerly shrieking at the sight of the two of you. They were going to make you suffer.

"Absolutely!" He chirped, caring not about the dirtied water that coated your legs. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth."

Looking at the Heretics with an uneasy stare, you grinned.

"Good to know."

[pyrrhicallyspeaking]

could you post the obscure journey uquiz results plz 🙏🏻 I'm so curious about all of them

Oh sure! There are eight results in total, and ig y'all can take these reassurances whenever u want 🫶

Read below the line for the results to this quiz👇

I. You have done what you can.

It’s alright to second-guess all the decisions you’ve made. Sometimes, that’s just how we cope when we face difficulties. But I want you to remember that your strength comes from working around the past. Yes, there are so many things you could’ve done differently; I won’t stop you from thinking about those endless possibilities, but please be kind to yourself. You don’t have to accept it so suddenly, but you will have to start somewhere. What’s done is done, for better or for worse. Now, you are here in a place that can take you further. It waits for you patiently, so there's no need to push yourself when you’re not ready. But, it asks for one thing: to leave your regrets behind. The past may weigh heavy on you, but most of that baggage is something you can start dropping along the way. Your shoulders could only bear so much, so wouldn’t it be better if they carried the good instead of the bad?

II. You are far more than what you fear.

Something is stopping you, and you are afraid it'll consume you if you take another step. I want you to look at yourself, then at every good thing you have now. Maybe it’s hard for you to even do that, and it’s okay. But, you have to open your eyes. The shadows loom far beyond the safe space you've made already, and you are stronger than you were before. They deny you the courage you've long since built, and we both know that's just unfair. Take heart, and start opening up. You can take it, and probably a bit more after that. But of course, it’s always okay to harbor some doubt. The rush you feel is only natural, but know that sometimes, it’s all in your head. Be strong, and in your moment of weakness, be trusting. You are strong, and so are the people you have confided in.

III. You have changed for the better.

We all have our reasons to change; maybe it’s to become the person we wish to be, or sometimes it’s just so we can leave the past behind. Whatever the reason is, we can’t help but look back and ask ourselves if it’s worth it, if the person we are now is better than what we left behind. Questioning yourself is fine, but do be careful. You walk the tightrope of reflection and self-loathing, and it’s much too easy to sink into the latter. Besides, you deserve to be proud of who you are now. You don't have to worry about the specifics—if you've changed significantly. What matters is that you took that step to become someone new. It's a long road, yes, but that's all the more reason to keep your head up. You'll become that dream you long for, so just enjoy the journey that'll take you there.

IV. What you seek shall be revealed.

You feel like the answers always slip away whenever you get close enough to realize things. You're just left with more questions, ones you don't have the time to add to the already-daunting pile you have. This isn't your fault; the situation is far more than anyone could handle given your circumstance, even if it seems like such a small thing. But this isn't the end for you, time just hasn't caught up with your desires. There are things far away from your vision, puzzle pieces that are taking their time to fit into the grand scheme. More than anything, you're being tested for your patience. Those lines you've drawn will soon converge, that much is true. Perhaps this lull is given to you so that you may reflect. Slow down, and look deeper. You deserve whatever answer you seek, but you also deserve to know why you're trying to find it in the first place.

V. Fires shall burn bright once more.

People always say passion is a flame that soon consumes itself, falling silent after a glorious blaze. You feel like you're waning, your own fire stoked beyond the brink, now sputtering and dying. Whose fault it is, you don't exactly know, nor do you particularly care at this point. All you know is that you don't feel the same joy you once had. I'm not going to lie to you, what you're going through is painful. But you have to believe in yourself. You're not a lost cause, and there's more to you than what you're led to believe. Yes, your heart may be quiet now, but it's merely preparing itself. This stillness is your time to be loving of yourself. Trust that time will be kinder to you from now and slowly build yourself up again. Sun and stars beyond will soon greet your own light, and you will feel the warmth bloom inside you again.

VI. Love yet hopes for you.

Humans exist to love, and you feel like you’re ready to invite that into your life. And yet, it’s like the world is conspiring against you, keeping the warm embrace of another soul away from you. Questions start to seep in: if you’re truly ready for this, if your standards are too high or too low, hell, you start to question if you’re even worthy of love despite telling yourself over and over again that you are. Take heart, for you’re more than deserving of love. It’s funny really, how we exist to love but most of the time we don’t know how to express it. But maybe that’s why: we care so much about it that we forget the simple acts. What I’m telling you is that you’re already loved, and I hope both you and them will realize that. And if you think you haven’t found the love you're looking for, then just know that you deserve to find it, that they deserve you too.

VII. Let the silence be your solace.

After the storms you’ve weathered, it feels odd that you’re just left here—standing still, staying silent. To you, it might even feel wrong to not be doing anything with the time you’re given. But that’s probably why you’re here in the first place: you need to understand that you’re not a whirlwind of change, at least not all the time. You’re human, and it’s perfectly fine to be tired. What you see now is not a lack of something, it’s just what happens when you finally have time for yourself. You’re not stuck, and nothing bad is going to rear its ugly head towards you. The world stopped for you, so take a deep breath. Be proud of all that you’ve done, it’s what you deserve. And if it’s not too much for you, I want you to be just you, nothing more and nothing less. Even the strongest hearts need their time to heal.

VIII. Soon, you shall see skies again.

Heavy clouds loom over you, since when did it become so dark? You remember the you who would smile at anything as they leave their baggage at the doorway—the better you. You’re thankful that life taught you what the world truly looks like, but you fear that you’ve become far too cynical. It’s hard to be hopeful nowadays, and maybe not everything has to be your fault. But you have to know that you still have power left in you. It may not be enough to change the world, but there’s enough to change yours. Feel your heartbeat and know that it sings for you, the you that can become what they were. The world may have taught you that life is war, but know that it is merely a lesson, not a decree. Remember that reality is not painted grey; no, it brims with every color imaginable. Let yourself hope again, for your hardened mind will only be stronger with a kinder heart.

END.

[holiday-factory]

Unlocking the Best Time to Book Last-Minute Holiday Deals: 12 Benefits and Drawbacks to Consider Before Booking

Who doesn't like the rush of discovering last-minute vacation offers? Consider leaving the daily grind, looking at alluring trip packages, and making last-minute travel arrangements. Imagine strolling around a bustling metropolis or enjoying a beverage on a beautiful beach only a few days after making the last-minute travel arrangements. There is no denying the appeal of last-minute travel experiences, but it's essential to weigh the advantages and potential disadvantages before booking one of the best holiday deals.

Are Last-Minute Holidays Cheaper?

The perception that Last Minute Holiday Deals are less expensive frequently draws people to them. Here are some things to think about:

Discounts to Fill Unsold Inventory: To promote last-minute reservations, airlines, hotels, and travel agencies may discount unsold seats or rooms.

Higher Demand May Translate into Higher Costs: Last-minute travel during busy travel seasons or strong demand for a particular place may result in more expensive costs.

Comparison Shopping Is Essential: To ensure you receive the best deal possible, check rates from several sites and shop around regardless of when you make your reservation.

Advantages of Last-Minute Vacation Packages

Cost Savings: The possibility of cost savings is one of the main drivers of last-minute travel. You may find an incredible deal that lets you visit a place you hadn't thought about.

Adaptability: Savor the excitement of unplanned events and new experiences. Uncertainty may result in fascinating discoveries and unforgettable encounters.

Explore with an Open Mind: Traveling at the last minute promotes an open-minded mindset. You may find yourself somewhere you never would have thought to look, which may lead to amazing discoveries.

Avoiding Overthinking: A more relaxed travel experience might result from not overthinking a last-minute vacation, which some travelers find simple to plan.

Cons of Last-Minute Travel Offers

Risk of Not Traveling: If you look for last-minute offers, you risk never leaving the house. You can lose out on a vacation, and the ideal request might fail.

Flexibility is Required: Last-minute travel frequently necessitates flexibility about dates, which may provide a challenge if you are unable to call in sick from work at short notice.

Potentially unpleasant Surprises: If you rush into a last-minute reservation without doing any advance research on the location, hotel, and weather, you may end up disappointed.

Climate Considerations: Last-minute offers in lousy weather might save you money, but you might only enjoy your vacation if the weather is excellent.

Inconvenient Flight Times: Last-minute flights may have unfavorable arrival or departure times, which might result in additional accommodation costs or extended stays at the airport.

Absence of Adequate Housing: You could get an excellent last-minute ticket, but you might need help locating adequate lodging, which could ruin your trip.

How to Keep Up with Last-Minute Travel Offers

Take into consideration the following strategies to remain up to date on last-minute holiday deals:

Online travel portals: Many websites provide last-minute deals on airfare, lodging, and trip packages.

Direct Contact: If there are any last-minute deals available, especially if there is unsold inventory, get in touch with airlines, hotels, or travel agencies directly.

Travel Apps: Use travel apps to locate bargains at the last minute on different parts of your trip.

Alerts & Notifications: To get informed about last-minute offers, subscribe to alerts from websites and travel agencies.

Flexibility: To improve your chances of discovering fantastic last-minute deals, be open to visiting different places and on different days.

Negotiation: If you locate a deal that piques your attention, don't be afraid to haggle with the airline, hotel, or travel agency. They could be open to giving you a better deal.

Other Airports: To cut costs for impromptu travel, think about using another airport for arrivals or departures.

Conclusion

Although there's no denying the appeal of last-minute travel offers, it's essential to balance the advantages above any potential disadvantages. You may minimize the dangers connected with last-minute bookings while enjoying the excitement of impromptu experiences by being flexible with your holiday package deals and remaining knowledgeable about your possibilities. When you travel wisely, you'll get the most out of your spontaneous vacations.

[cambridgeenglishacdemy]

Boosting your IELTS band score doesn't have to be a tedious and boring process. In fact, with the help of our trusty companion - the smartphone - you can turn your preparation into an exciting and interactive journey! Whether you're working on your writing skills, expanding your vocabulary for speaking or diving into the world of culture through reading, this blog post will show you how to use your phone effectively to skyrocket your IELTS results. So get ready to unleash the power of technology and discover how it can take your language proficiency to new heights!

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IELTS Writing: The easiest way to fail

When it comes to the IELTS Writing section, there's no denying that it can be a real challenge. Many test takers find themselves falling short of their desired band score and wondering what went wrong. So, what is the easiest way to fail in this particular aspect of the exam? One common mistake is neglecting to fully understand the question prompt. It's crucial to carefully read and analyze what is being asked of you before diving into your response. Rushing through this step can lead to misunderstandings and ultimately result in an inaccurate or irrelevant essay. Another pitfall is failing to plan your writing effectively. Taking the time to brainstorm ideas, create an outline, and organize your thoughts can make a world of difference in producing a coherent and well-structured piece. Additionally, overlooking grammar and vocabulary usage can greatly impact your overall score. It's essential to showcase a wide range of grammatical structures as well as demonstrate precision with word choice. Neglecting these aspects may leave your essay riddled with errors or lacking clarity. Not managing time wisely during the exam can spell disaster for your writing performance. Carefully allocate enough time for each task within the given timeframe so that you don't end up rushing through or leaving sections unfinished. Avoid these pitfalls by staying mindful of them throughout your preparation journey! By identifying these potential stumbling blocks early on, you'll increase your chances of success in the IELTS Writing section. Keep practicing diligently while keeping these tips in mind – stay focused, plan ahead, use appropriate language skills – and watch yourself soar towards that target band score!

IELTS Speaking: Improve your vocab with entertainment

IELTS Speaking: Improve your vocab with entertainment Are you struggling to find ways to expand your vocabulary for the IELTS Speaking test? Look no further! In this blog section, we will explore how you can boost your band score by incorporating entertainment into your language learning journey. One of the easiest and most enjoyable ways to enhance your vocabulary is through watching movies, TV shows, or even listening to podcasts in English. By immersing yourself in authentic spoken language, you not only improve your comprehension skills but also pick up new words and phrases effortlessly. Another great way to learn new words is by reading books or articles about topics that interest you. Whether it's diving into a gripping novel or exploring informative blogs online, reading exposes you to different writing styles and allows you to encounter unfamiliar terms along the way. Additionally, engaging in conversations with native English speakers or fellow learners can significantly impact your vocabulary growth. Joining language exchange programs or finding conversation partners online provides an opportunity for practical application of newly acquired words while receiving instant feedback on pronunciation and usage. Don't forget the power of music! Listening to songs in English not only helps refine your listening skills but also exposes you to various expressions and idioms used in popular culture. Sing along with the lyrics and try understanding their meanings - it's a fun way of expanding both vocabulary range and cultural knowledge! Incorporating entertainment into your IELTS preparation not only makes studying more enjoyable but also enhances your overall linguistic abilities. So grab that remote control or open up that playlist - let entertainment be a valuable resource on your journey towards exam success!

IELTS Reading: How important is culture?

To wrap up our exploration of using your phone to boost your IELTS band score, let's delve into the importance of culture in the IELTS Reading section. When it comes to the reading component of the IELTS exam, understanding and appreciating different cultures can greatly enhance your performance. This is because many reading passages in the test often touch upon various aspects of culture, such as traditions, history, or societal norms. By immersing yourself in cultural content through your phone, you can develop a broader perspective on different societies and their customs. Watching documentaries or videos about diverse cultures not only expands your knowledge but also helps you comprehend unfamiliar concepts presented in reading texts. Additionally, incorporating culturally diverse materials into your daily reading practice can improve your vocabulary range. Exposure to different cultural contexts exposes you to unique words and phrases that may appear in the exam. By familiarizing yourself with these terms through articles, blogs, or even social media posts related to culture and society from around the world will sharpen both your comprehension skills and lexical resource. Moreover, engaging with cultural content on mobile applications like language learning apps or e-books allows for interactive learning experiences. You can actively engage with quizzes or discussion forums related to various cultures while simultaneously enhancing critical thinking skills required for answering challenging questions in the IELTS Reading section. While focusing solely on improving grammar and vocabulary is essential for success in this module—don't underestimate how vital an understanding of culture can be! Being aware of cultural differences equips you with a more profound ability to interpret ideas within a given context accurately. In conclusion (not really!), harnessing the power of technology by utilizing educational resources available on your phone is an effective way to prepare for all sections of the IELTS exam - Writing speaking AND reading! So go ahead – make friends with that little device that fits snugly into your pocket! Use it wisely as a tool for expanding knowledge and broadening horizons.

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[bearenergytarot]

12-17-22 The Child - The Universe is Calling You Out. **Trigger Warning**

Good morning everyone today the universe would like to talk about The Child. I'm unsure at this moment exactly what aspect of the child the universe wants to focus on but that's what the reading is for so let's continue on to that. I've decided based on the power that this reading is producing that I'm going to give you the extended today as well for free. This is going to speak to a lot of people and I think that extra information is going to be really necessary. However instead of purchasing the extended reading I do accept donations. I may start a patreon, let's get to the reading.

Okay everybody it's time to put on your big person pants because the universe wants to talk about some traumatic things in our pasts that we need to talk about today.

Start the reading off in the past with the Seven of Cups, the present with the Eight of Cups, and the future with the five of Wands.

In the past your parents loved each other and they expressed it. I say parents because of the child like reading that we're doing right now so we're looking for the point of view of the child. You can see them in the background of the card expressing love towards each other while the child or at least the agony of the child is shown in the foreground pleading and begging for that attention. Now I could be misinterpreting this entire reading incorrectly however I don't feel it's wrong.

In the present you have the Eight of Cups. This is the grown up you it's eight broken cups laying around him and sitting there solemnly by themselves. This feeling of being unloved in the past has come into the present you feel unloved now as much as you did when you were a child. Old traumas undealt with.

In the future we have the Five of Wands. This card is all about conflict but what's unclear right now is what exactly we are fighting. Are we fighting ourselves or were you fighting something externally. We'll figure that out once we clarify.

The seven of cups is clarified by the Te of Wands and The Tower. You struggled for a very long time. It was burdensome, painful, and arduous. Perhaps your parents did say they loved you, however, you never really felt it that what that's what happens when they deny it in early life. And it seems this kind of went on for a while until finally you snapped. This Tower isn't from them you started it and it had to be done. It seems that they probably were very unaware that this is how you felt because you really didn't know how to express yourself. So you lashed out at them they fired back and everything ended.

The crossing energy is The Fool. Basically, pardon my language, but you said fuck this I'm out. You left them hell even to this day I bet they're still confused because these emotions that you had weren't properly communicated to them or they were too dense to understand it when you did express yourself.

The resulting energy is Judgment. I say this in some other cards as well but in this one in this position it fits you're taking your ball and going home. Felt something in you saying that they're wrong and they know it and you leaving is proof of that. I'm sure they don't feel it though.

In the present the Eight of Cups is clarified by the Knight of Swords and the Ace of Wands. Now I thought about this for a little bit before doing this write up because we are going to be calling some people out, I guarantee it. You're sitting by yourself with all of these broken relationships around you unsure why they keep failing. We clarify this with the Knight of Swords and the Ace of Wands. You rush in with fiery thoughts when something in these relationships doesn't go well. You feel like there's something they're doing like what your parents did. However, in reality, you did it. I'm not speaking about your past that's totally your parents or whatever guardians you had. However you've grown now but you haven't developed the emotional maturity yet. You still react to challenges in your relationships like a child would. Understanding this isn't a bad thing either, it can hit like a truck, because now you have to take personal responsibility for these feelings. But ultimately you can justify your actions in these relationships because you blame the other person. However it's you that's causing the problem, learned behavior from poor parenting.

The crossing energy is the King of Pentacles. I have a strong suspicion this is how you feel about yourself, because when you were a child and your parents didn't love you had to learn to love you you made yourself the most important thing in the world and the King of Pentacles represents that. This is a very arrogant energy in this position, you may feel that you are the King of Pentacles and you know what you may have all the material things in the world right now that could justify saying that. Cars, money, real estate, people flock to be around you no one ever really stays close. But all hope is not lost, the resulting card is The Sun. If you can get a handle on this emotional side in your life and resolve it not only are you going to be that King of Pentacles you're going to be the Sun as well. You're going to be a powerhouse and I think this leads into the Future Card of The Five of Wands. There's a fight coming let's find out why.

Yeah there's going to be a fight but you're not fighting yourself. We clarify the card with the Two of Cups and the Eight of Swords. You're going to find somebody who you're going to stand toe to toe with. They can see all the bullshit, and see right through it. You don't fool them and they are just as strong as you. Possibly they have had similar emotional issues in the past as well and this really makes you think a lot it's Eight of Swords energy. You're hearing what this person you love is saying but it's completely opposite to every experience you've had. So you fight it because deep down you feel that you're right. Because those traumas were started so early that that's all you know. Hell they may have dealt with it themselves so they can see the bullshit and now they're trying to pull it out of you. Get you out of your own head so you can express it properly.

The crossing energy is The Hierophant. Anyone who suffers through these things will have a situation like this. Not to invoke Christian beliefs but you're going to have a come to Jesus moment. This trial, and that's exactly what it is a trial, is going to be a fight. Deep down you know you're going to lose but every part of you wants to fight to keep who you are even though you know who you are is toxic to everyone around you. However the resulting energy is the King of Swords. This is you after, this person that loved you and fought against you and tried to pull you out of this pit you dug yourself. May not be with you anymore, I imagine they still care for you though but they just couldn't take it. However on your side this is the straw that broke the camel's back. Your turning point. This loss is going to hurt. But it's necessary to have this loss to grow from it finally confronting and dealing with all of these issues in the past with your parents and not being loved and not passing love on the others. The King of Swords it's alone but he stands taller than sitting over eight broken cups.

The final message from the universe is the Two of Wands, the Four of Swords, and the Five of Pentacles. This is a warning about going backwards. In the two pinnacles you can see the man you know looking out across the sea with the world is hand I feel it's Magellan who is reflecting on this great adventure he's been on. Is past life and almost lamenting that it's over. The Four of Swords is being quiet. Pulling away within yourself blocking out all these negative feelings emotions and sitting silent. The Five of Pentacles is the result no longer will you be the King of Pentacles you feel you are. You'll lose everything the fire and passion everything that got you to where you are now in the present will cease and your journey will be over

The crossing energy is The Magician. The magician is a trickster tell he'll tell you one thing and do another, he'll lie to you and make it seem like it's the truth. This is that little child voice in your mind, reaffirming all the emotions you had as a youth in relation to your parents. Protecting you, but these are childlike protections very basic they lack the complexity of the modern world. They hurt you they're mean you're fine the way you are. That'll make anyone turn inward. But that's the wrong path because you're no longer a child can't listen to it. The resulting energy is the Seven of Cups. This is representing reflection I feel it's finally listening to something in your past possibly this future influence, finally, and being able to look back at your past objectively. Ignoring this magician well allow you to do this and see all of the points of your past where things could have been different. Allowing you to get the bare Bones of your issue, where it all began and realizing the truth in that situation. In this specific truth, you are worthy of love the issue was with the other people in your life in the past. However you carried that burden that they put upon you into the future. And you reflected that burden on to others to lighten the load for yourself.

Not going to lie everyone is reading is very powerful today and I'm sure there's someone out there that needs to hear this. Does it apply to everybody's situation of course not but somebody needs to hear that the issues that were laid upon you in the past aren't your issues it's their issues. You no longer need to carry these for them it's time to let it go and become who you're supposed to be.

Thank you for reading my reading today there will be no extended because I included it in the reading. I would have been a real asshole if I charged to get this extra information. If this resonated with you the universe is calling you out to take a objective look at your life. I know you have it in you to get past this I hope this look into your life through the eyes of the universe can bring clarity to your own life.