#Is more of the anxiety of being an over thinker

[loquemevengaalamente]

I've met so many women who enjoy watching horror movies for fun and I just can't, like... No, I don't like them in general.

And then I'm like... What if my future girlfriend likes horror movies?! What am I going to do!? Like, I've been told that I look like the type that doesn't get bothered by those and I'm like YOU'RE VERY WRONG. Just because I barely react in the moment doesn't mean I'm having a good time.

I'd watch horror movies for my girlfriend, but BOI I hope I don't have to.

Though being hugged by her would be pretty nice.

[reidgenius]

Low Pain Tolerance | S.R. x Reader

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader Word Count: 1.4k Category: angst, hurt/comfort? Warnings: commitment issues, wildly insecure!reader (it's really just me) A/N: I haven't written for Spencer before, so please excuse any OOC inaccuracies and be nice okay! I am a long-time lurker/admirer of the lovely @pathologicalreid and am writing this for her cutesy margovember event :) Song Inspo: Low Pain Tolerance by Abby Holliday

You never enjoyed running.

Still, that didn't stop you from doing it often. Whether it be on the job or in a relationship, you ran.

To catch a bad guy. To catch yourself before you fall. To stop something terrible before it happens... You ran.

In this instance, you found yourself running from Spencer Reid.

"Would you look at me? Please?" he pleaded.

You knew if you were to turn around that you'd see his glassy doe eyes and be drawn right back in. You knew your weaknesses, and he was certainly one of them. The biggest one. That's why you stayed put, staring at his bedroom wall.

"I can't, Spence." You meant to say it with finality, but it came out more as a whimper.

"You can't look at me, or you can't-"

"Neither. Both."

As the holidays approached, Spencer had mentioned the idea of the two of you making a trip out to Vegas. "Just for a day or two," he'd promised. Though there wasn't much he treasured about home, you knew that his mother was there, and that was more than reason enough.

This evening, he'd brought it up again after letting you avoid the topic for weeks.

"It's only a matter of time before you figure it out," you admit.

"Figure what out?"

"God, Spence, that I'm only bringing you down!" you nearly shouted, though you hadn't meant to. The anxiety took over. "I'm like... gahhh! I don't know how to do any of this, I-"

To your dismay, he let out a laugh as you finally turned to face him. A real, genuine laugh.

"Bringing me down?" He looked at you with an earnest amusement. "Honey, I don't think you realize what you-"

"I'm scared. Okay? Is that what you wanted me to admit? That I'm scared of meeting her?" A single tear gushed down your cheek.

His brows knit in concern as he quickly thought of ways to disprove the common fears surrounding schizophrenia and it's manifestations.

"Baby, schizophrenia doesn't ma-"

"Dammit Spencer, it's not about that! It's- I..."

You found yourself stumbling over your words.

"I don't care about her diagnoses!" you laughed. (Of course, you did care, but that wasn't what was scaring you.) "I'm scared of this!" you said, waving your hands between the two of you. "I don't want to rush it. I don't want to get her hopes up..."

You let your legs give way to sit on the floor against the wall, your head in your hands, mumbling to the cold hardwood.

"I don't want to get my hopes up."

There was it. That was the truth.

You weren't used to it. You weren't used to someone asking you how your day was and really caring. You weren't used to the notion that a man would want to wrap himself around you at night and keep you close. You'd never been one to draw much attention from men. Or women. Or anyone, really.

Naturally, you figured that there must be something deeply and inherently flawed in you. Something Spencer had yet to discover.

So, being with him was... terrifying. You were constantly waiting and wondering when he'd conclude that you weren't as pretty as he initially thought, or as witty, or as intelligent, or kind, or...

And it would only be cruel to drag Diana into this. To have her think that perhaps her son had found his person. To have her thinking that she might be meeting her future daughter-in-law. It felt cruel to yourself, in some twisted way, to pretend that this was all going to last.

Spencer was typically a fast thinker, but your admission had the cogs in his brain working overtime. You were afraid of him? Of your relationship?

He padded over to join you on the floor, keeping a little distance so as not to scare you.

"Get your hopes up? You don't-" he gulped, "I mean... you don't think we're gonna- that this is gonna work out?"

Still speaking to the floor, you sigh, "I don't know, Spence."

You were exhausted. Incessantly feeling like you're on the brink of being "found out" can do that to a person. It's not that Spencer hadn't done all the right things. No, he was the perfect partner. But therein lied the issue. He was perfect. And, in your opinion, you were far, far from it.

You took a deep breath through your tears.

"I don't think I can keep doing this."

Confusion. Utter shock. Things had been going so well with you the past 8 months. Spencer immediately began to wrack his brain combing through all the possible mistakes he could've made. Did he raise his voice with you? Had he forgotten some big milestone? Was he not giving you enough?

"Honey I-" he gathered himself, placing a hand on your thigh, "I'm so sorry. Can I ask... what makes you say all this?"

Though you were reluctant, you figured that now was as good a time as any.

"Spencer. I am not good for you! Good enough for you!" With each point, you illustrated by raising a finger, "I am impulsive and I complain and I get weird sometimes when you touch me and I can be a massive bitch and I never know how to-"

"Woah, woah, woah-" He snuck up closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and placing his head atop yours, all while you kept rambling. "Why in the world do you say that? Not good enough for me? If anything it's me who isn't deserving of you..."

"No, you-"

He stopped you in your tracks just by saying your name in that beautiful way he does. Like its covered in honey and dripping with admiration.

"You are everything. You may think those things about yourself but I certainly don't." His thumb caressed your bare skin so carefully as he continued, speaking slowly so as to allow the words to really sink in. "You are the most generous person I've ever encountered. You care so deeply about people you love. You are courageous and willing to try all the weird foods I suggest even though you really don't want to." He smirked a bit at that one. "You have taken everything that life has thrown at you and navigated it with grace. You really are just... you're it. You're her. You're the girl - the woman - I've always hoped would come my way but never dreamed actually would. Honey, I've figured out everything I need to know when it comes to how I feel about you."

You sat there, warm under his embrace, pondering his words as he spoke. It's nothing he hasn't said before, granted, in much less grand and emotionally charged ways. But it was like you were really hearing it for the first time. You wanted so badly to believe him.

"I love you," he continued. "I love you so much that sometimes I am afraid of myself. Of what I'd do for you. You, god, you make me so much better."

"I love you, too. Too much," you squeaked out.

"No. Not too much." He leaned back to encourage you to look up at him. "You know I really mean all that right? Just the way you are. Quirks included?"

"I guess. And now I'm just self-conscious that I am so self-conscious..."

"You say that as if I'm not the exact same way!" he chuckles, trying to make light of what is clearly a shared wound. You'll deal with that later. Together, preferably. "Please, trust me. Do you trust me?"

And you did. You trusted Spencer with every cell in your body and hair on your head. There was nobody else you'd ever been so confident in. So, you nod against his chest as your tears begin to subside.

"Good. Now why don't we move this party up into the bed?"

"No offense, Spencer, but the last thing I want right now is to f-"

"No no no nooope! Not that, babe," he laughed. "Just wanna lay with you 'til this feeling passes. Is that okay?"

"Please."

And so, the rest of the evening consisted of cuddles under your massive comforter. Sweet admissions whispered in your ear. The tiniest kisses to your hairline and your shoulder and your nose and your wrists.

By the time you dozed into a worry-free slumber, you believed him a little more.

Perhaps you could let Spencer love you, forever.

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

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REQUEST: Could you please write Burce wayne x male reader who has trouble ordering food. Like in a restaurant when the waiter asks, he either stutters or goes completely quiet, and that's why he asks Bruce to order for him. And i would like to see Bruce's reactions when a waiter is like "you don't have to order for him. He can order for himself. I wasn't asking you, i was asking him" just the waiter assuming that Bruce is kinda controlling. The reader is silently crying in his seat, having to order on his own, like he knows the waiter was trying to do something good. (Totally not speaking from personal experience 🤭)

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Fluff, mature language, social anxiety, Bruce is a good boyfriend, mentions of fears, judgment, request, relatable events, everyone struggles.

TAGS: @one-green-frog

WC: 1.5K

NOTES: I used to struggle with ordering food due to anxiety and fear of people judging me 😩 but as I got older they fear kind of went away and I’m able to do it with no problem but everyone deals with anxiety differently and takes time to get come it so I ain’t judging. It’s like that with my older brother he’s 26 and still makes me order for him due to his own anxiety. But hopefully you enjoyed this shot and apologize for the long wait!

Everyone has social anxiety.

Y/n struggled with it at a young age, not being taught how to speak with others in public without getting the intense fear of judgment from others. He figured that he would improve as he got older, but it didn’t change and still struggled with the simple things. He could go out and run errands alone without any struggles since majority of place now had self checkout which was a god send for many.

He’s able to hold a conversation with strangers or with people he knew in the area, but his anxiety would get to him when it came towards the simplest tasks. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was an over thinker and would think that he did something wrong or if he perhaps pronounced something incorrect, thinking that people were judging him for the smallest things. It took time for him to improve but the anxiety still remained during important moments.

One of the easiest things that many were able to accomplish is ordering food. Their were times that he hesitated or froze up when ordering his own food, having to apologize each time he orders and forcing a nervous smile or laugh in hopes of getting through the few minutes that he is there. He struggled even more when he went out on dates.

Very few people knew about his anxiety and very few friends were kind enough to do the ordering for him without hesitation and providing the assistance that he needed. With strangers it was a whole other story, he didn’t want to force them into placing his own order due to his own fear and would struggle with speaking the words.

His dates never went well after that and hated the way he felt each time he stumbled upon the problem. If the waiter or waitress wasn’t staring at him intensely he’d probably order his food without a problem and his day would go fine. But the feeling of their eyes staring at him as he looked at his choices of food made him stutter and grow nervous when ordering.

Forcing that smile as always and getting through the day of embarrassment.

If he had this kind of anxiety how was he suppose to handle his future dates when he couldn’t do a simple task? He’s able to do a whole presentation in a room full of board of directors but he stutters and hesitates when it comes towards ordering a simple meal or even asking for help whenever he’s in public.

He figured he’d spend his days locked indoors while making his own meals while watching a good movie.

He didn’t think he’d end up bagging Bruce Wayne. Gothams Golden boy.

Y/n had thought that this was all a trick or a joke when Bruce first asked him out. He wanted to laugh at the mans face and tell him that he doesn’t need to make his life miserable by playing a mean joke, only to realize that Bruce was in fact not joking around.

Y/n worked at Wayne Enterprises but in a lower department not expecting himself to bump into Bruce Wayne and getting asked out by the man himself. Their first date was simple with a cup of coffee and muffins. He would have thought that bruce would take him someplace fancy on their first date, but when he didn’t he was a bit relieved.

Bruce was a great man and didn’t do anything that made him uncomfortable. Y/n figured that he’d only get lucky to have one date with bruce and then never see them man again, only to get asked out again and again and again. The first four months went well without any problems and enjoyed his time with Bruce as their time together grew their dates slowly got fancier.

Resulting into Y/n confessing to Bruce about his anxiety and fear of others judging him because he couldn’t do a simple task that only required a few words. He thought Bruce would laugh at him or use it against him and force him to confront his fear, instead Bruce smiled at him and asked.

“Do you want me to order for you?”

He said it with the most calmest voice ever showing no hints of judgment.

Y/n wanted to cry that night. It was a simple favor, but it meant a lot to him.

As their dates continued they created a routine each time they went out to eat. Y/n would either look up the menu online ahead of time and already have his order in mind and tell bruce before getting their orders placed. Bruce even memorized the dishes that Y/n liked whenever they went to a repeated restaurant and would for him on the spot without needing to be told what he liked, already knowing the mans interests.

A year into dating and it became a normal thing between the two.

During their one year anniversary, Bruce decided to take him to a new restaurant and getting seated in a nice secluded area and away from others. Y/n scanned the menu and hums. “This looks good.” He speaks up as he checks the different dishes until one caught his eye.

“You know the rule, order whatever you want.” Said Bruce, always reminding him that he can get whatever he wanted. Y/n was hesitant about the prices at first but with time he got adjusted to the idea of Bruce paying for everything and no matter how many times he tried to pay himself, Bruce had already paid ahead of time.

“This pasta looks good.” Y/n points out on the menu and shows Bruce who looked up form his own menu and smiles. “Is that all you want?”

“Can I also get this for dessert?” He points behind the menu where a picture of a nicely desert is presented, getting Bruce to chuckle as he nods his head. “You better share with me because I already know you won’t eat it all.” Y/n laughs at his words and sets his menu down, leaning back in his seat as he looks around the restaurant and takes in the interior, distracted by the place that he doesn’t notice the waitress coming over.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” Bruce smiles at the women and starts with his order first, letting her know what he’d like. “And for you?” She turns her attention to Y/n who gets his attention pulled away from a painting he was staring at and looks at her with wide eyes. “I…”

“He’d have the pasta and the chocolate desert.” Bruce is quick to cut in when he noticed Y/n freeze up.

The waitress gives Bruce the stink eye by how he interrupts Y/n. “You don’t have to order for him. He can order for himself.” Bruce froze with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth in shock. “I wasn’t asking you I was asking him.” She points her pencil at Y/n and puts her attention on him.

Y/n can only gap at her, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to speak but I can’t. He was caught off guard and reached out for his menu. “I’ll like…the—the…” He’s stuttering and doesn’t know what to tell her. “Do you need another minute?” She asks which only make the situation worse, he’s turning to Bruce and staring at him with eyes full of fear and hesitation silently screaming for help.

“I assure you miss my partner would like the pasta and desert.” Bruce says again in hopes of getting her to note down the order and she does, not without rolling her eyes which only makes Y/n whine.

“Your food will be ready soon.” She said while taking their menus and walking away, leaving them in silence.

Y/n lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say, she probably thinks you’re an asshole now.” He groans out while covering his face with his hands. Bruce can only chuckle while shaking his head and reaching out to grab him by the wrists. “Don’t be, not everyone knows about your fear and besides she was only doing it because she probably thought I was controlling.”

“You’re not!”

“She doesn’t know that. If I wanted to be asshole I would have yelled at her like other people do, but I’m not doing that. It was a simple misunderstanding.” Bruce reassured Y/n as he held his hand and smiles. He didn’t think that something like this would happen since they’ve never had this issue in the past at the other places that they visited.

“All you have to worry about is eating all of your food and sharing your desert.” Bruce tries to lighten up the mood which works for Y/n as he chuckled and nods his head. “Fine and then after we go home and watch a movie and not come back here again.” After this misunderstanding its most likely he doesn’t want to come back and face the same issue again.

“We stick with Jimmy’s…” He mumbled out, referring to his favorite restaurant that serviced amazing chicken wings and fries. Bruce laughs while nodding. “Next time we go out will go to Jimmy’s.” At this point they were already considered regulars that the owner memorized their orders, which made it better for Y/n.

[pallastrology]

the ascendant and descendant

aries on the ascendant makes for a powerhouse of a native; they are feisty, straightforward and motivated. there is a sharpness to them, when it comes to their minds, tongues and even behaviours. they’re fast-paced and sometimes quite impatient, which can make them seem rude at times. aries risings are never intentionally rude, but their quick-wittedness mixed with their tendency to act before thinking can mean they come across pretty badly. aries risings have an interesting dichotomy to them, in that they are both extraordinarily motivated, driven and passionate, and very easily bored and disenchanted. they can pursue a project with unstoppable force, then just abruptly quit when it no longers serves them. with aries on the ascendant, their libra descendant has them searching for balance, peace of mind, reflection. aries risings are fiercely independent and driven, but they can lack patience and sticking power, losing interest and motivation quickly. they sometimes need a cheerleader, a supportive figure to encourage them and help them over the hurdles. it’s partnership that aries risings need, more than anything; an equal, someone who won’t hold them back but won’t just sit by and watch them go up in flames. aries risings do beautifully alone, but they can sometimes fall into thinking that they’re better off that way, that they aren’t able to deal with people, or love, or even family at times. but we all need connection in life, it’s just part of being human. the right people aren’t always easy, but they aren’t the explosive, uncertain bond that the native might be used to, either; they’re worth the fight to find a sense of calm that might feel quite foreign to aries rising. not every conflict has to escalate, and not every peaceful moment has to be empty or dull. 

taurus on the ascendant brings an air of grace to the native; they are stoic, grounded and really quite charming. they aren’t the most social, despite being ruled by venus; taurus risings embody a different side of the planet of love. they are happiest at home, with their hands in the dirt or in dough. they love to pamper and be pampered, and love high-quality items that will last the test of time. they are romantic in an elegant, cool and nurturing way, and one of the most beautiful things a taurus rising does is hold space for their loved ones. it makes sense then, especially given that the natives have scorpio on the descendant, that in a partner they need to be able to share parts of themselves, and be shared with too. they can’t have a relationship where they give but don’t receive in return, it just doesn’t work that way for the native; there’s no intimacy without trust and exchange when it comes to taurus rising. in a sense, they are very similar to plutonians in relationships; trust, balance and intimacy are incredibly important to them, but they tend to be more reserved and calm than plutonians. taurus risings tend to be cool, whether that is through self-assuredness or stubbornness. 

with gemini on the ascendant, the native is impish, restless and cerebral. they are very curious, whose minds are always whirring away in the background, making for a seemingly-scatterbrained individual at times. they are clever and intellectual, but can lack focus and discipline, flitting from one interest to another without really gaining ground with any one topic. gemini risings can be quite nervous sometimes, and are prone to anxiety and insomnia. they really struggle to be mindful, to rest. that being said, their energy is infectious, and they have a playful nature that can lighten the hearts of those around them. a real thinker, and overthinker, gemini risings are funny as well as fun, with a good sense of humour and a way with words. they have a tendency, like aries risings, to speak before they think, which can lead to being misunderstood easily; but they are quick to try and make amends when they realise they’ve hurt feelings. as a gemini ascendant, the native has sagittarius on the descendant, and so we see that they need focus, wisdom, devotion. while gemini wants to know something about everything, sagittarius wants to know everything about something. gemini has the intelligence, the energy, the curiosity and passion, but they lack certain skills for “staying power”; prioritising, discipline, patience, focus. they need someone to anchor and ground them, to support them through their journey, wherever it may take them; someone who won’t drag them down, as the native is sensitive and easily hurt at times, but someone who will help the native learn to pace themselves better. they need a mentor, in a sense, to help them figure themselves and the world out, and their place in it. 

cancer on the ascendant makes for a guarded and sensitive individual. highly-attuned to the world around them, they are receptive and reflective. they aren't quick to act, despite being a cardinal sign; they are very protective of themselves and their loved ones, and so take their time more than their fellow cardinal signs. people gravitate towards the familiar, warm vibes they give off, often building intimacy much faster than the native. they are sensitive but not necessarily soft, owning razor-sharp tongues, a brilliant and almost-photographic memory, and a defensive nature. the native is maternal and compassionate, prone to melancholy and attacks of nostalgia. with their descendant being in capricorn, cancer risings seek out security, comfort and familiarity. they are happiest in a nurturing role, and look for more authoritarian types in partners. this isn't to say the native is a push over; in fact, they often grew up having to be a mother figure, and so they now just want a break from managing everything. they want a partner who will look after them and provide a safe and stable life. cancer risings, when they find their match, give selflessly and happily, and finally show their softer side.

leo on the ascendant brings power and grace to the native. they are often, ironically, a little clumsy with their words, being quite impulsive. but they mean well, and have an infectious enthusiasm for life that draws people to them like the sun in winter. leo risings are strong-willed, energetic, generous and creative. they can be hotheaded and a little jealous, especially when it comes to love. they can sometimes be quite dependant on external validation, but over time, they will learn to validate themselves and not rely on others to an unhealthy degree. there is a brightness to the native; they are often more intelligent than they first seem, they can apply themselves to almost anything, and are happiest when they feel great at something, and so are hardworking. when it comes to love, their aquarius descendant often won't settle for something dull or ordinary; they need a person who ignites the spark within, someone a little unconventional and a little intriguing. they love to feel part of something bigger than themselves, and their partner may introduce them to a community very different to their own. the native can be hot and cold in love, and crushes come and go, but true love is forever, and leo risings treat their lovers like royalty.

with virgo on the ascendant, the native is alert, sensitive and dedicated. they are highly-attuned to their environment and take stress very hard, in the form of somatic illness. virgo risings are often quite controlling of the people and things around them, which, at its best, makes for a good manager or leader; someone who can multitask and doesn’t neglect the details, someone caring yet professional. at its worst, this tendency to control can make virgo risings overly critical, tense, fatigued and irritable. they can lose the big picture for the details at times, and stepping back is a skill that takes time for them to learn. perfectionism runs deep with this placement, and they are highly self-conscious, veering into self-critical at times. with virgo on the ascendant, pisces is on the descendant, indicating that the native craves spontaneity and to be able to let go, to love without overthinking, essentially, to get out of their own heads and experience the world without worrying quite so much about what could go wrong without them there to fix it. virgo is a very loving placement, often being associated with ceres. but they aren’t really the romantic sort, and don’t go for big gestures. they will remember everything about their lover, will take care of them, will work their hands to the bone for them. they are highly dedicated, and really, devoted, though the native doesn’t always see it that way. deep down, virgo risings want to be taken care of the way they do the people in their life. 

libra on the ascendant makes for a dark horse of a native. they are reflective, disarming and elegant. they love romance, and appreciate beauty in all its forms, often being quite artistic and cultured. they are cerebral and witty, and make for great conversationalists. they are generous and giving, a little flirty, and can be quite spontaneous (depending on the rest of the chart). there's a sense of looking in the mirror when you're with them; they rarely show you their true selves, and tend to reflect you back at yourself instead. this makes them very attractive, with an air of mystery about them and a pull toward unveiling what's underneath. the native can struggle with their own identity at times, as their reflective nature isn't a deliberate thing; it's a natural defence of theirs, and they can get lost in all the versions of themselves. their worst nightmare is having to combine different groups of loved ones, as sometimes the masks they wear don't mesh. in a partner, their aries descendant puts its foot down and tells them enough! it's time to be appreciated for who they are, not the version of themselves their loved ones think they see. libra risings need a partner that grounds them, lets them explore themselves without judgement or containment, sees past themselves and really meets the native where they're at.

scorpio on the ascendant brings fire and water to the native. they are intense, moody and guarded, but equally, they are steady, tender and open-handed. they put on a stern front to protect themselves, being owners of water sign sensitivity. they take a long time to warm up to people, and keep their circle small, preferring to be alone than to spend their precious time with people who don't keep them interested. they can be quite intense, especially when hurting, and aren't the easiest people to get to know. the natives are acutely aware and connected to the darker side of life, and can be melancholic and brooding at times. what they need is someone to help them step back into the here and now, and this is where we can clearly see their taurus descendant. these natives need stability and intimacy, trust and a steadfast person. scorpio risings can be tumultuous and chaotic, get stuck in morbid thought patterns and feel trapped and alone; they need a partner who can help bring some lightness and security to their lives, someone they can share these darker sides of themselves with. scorpio risings thrive on intimacy and connection, on sharing and being vulnerable. and they need a person who can prove their worth, and who can handle the intensity of the native. someone who won't be scared away, someone who loves them regardless.

with sagittarius on the ascendant, the native is explorative, devoted and witty. they are often quite big characters, with the ability to befriend almost anyone. opinionated but not without reason, sagittarius risings aren’t as hotheaded as other fire ascendants; they are less impulsive and tend to have a longer fuse, in general. there’s an interesting juxtaposition with sagittarius risings; they are silly, energetic, social and fun loving, while also being reflective, wise, escapist and studious. seeing both rulers of sagittarius - jupiter and neptune - work in tandem like this is intriguing, and displays beautifully the multitudes this placement contains within. the native is often a seeker of some kind, going on their journey with some concept in mind. they can be idealistic and escapist, fantasising about something more; they often find that religion, spirituality, travel or even academia are a deeply meaningful and transformative part of life for them. the native has the descendant in gemini, which means that in a partner, they look for people who are able to keep up. they want a partner who can be spontaneous, who can carry on the banter, who can woo the native a little bit. they need people in their lives who they can learn from, and who will learn from the native. sagittarius risings aren't as innocent as their descendant, but sometimes they neglect their love lives until later in life, and so they want to experience the things they didn't do earlier, and have those firsts. their partner needs to be okay with the fact that the native may have gone about life in an unorthodox manner, and might have done things in the "wrong" order. they need to be loved unconditionally and can't be held down or back in any way.

capricorn on the ascendant makes for an individual on a mission. they are studious, determined, driven. they can come across as cold and calculating, are quite elegant, and tend to be serious and somewhat stern. capricorn risings often bear the weight of their early experiences on their shoulders, which is why they come across the way they do. they have a softer side that they keep neatly tucked away, even from themselves. they are focus and hard working, but can prone to depression when life gets frustrating, leaving them stagnant. an often-unappreciated aspect of the native is that they are very creative; whether in the traditional sense of the word, or in that they are brilliant problem solvers and can think unconventionally when needed. they are often managers or leaders in their household, and sometimes grew up this way too. this leads them, and their cancer descendants, to need a bit of tenderness from their loved ones. they don't advertise their vulnerabilities, even shying away from them themselves, but there is a sensitivity to capricorn rising, and they subconsciously protect this side of themselves. in love, they need a slow, steady approach, and a partner who loves gently and unconditionally. tenderheartedness, emotional stability and an almost maternal affection are traits that cancer descendant loves in a partner. they don't want to be alone, but find it hard to open up, and it takes time to find their perfect match. that being said, the wait is worth it when they find unconditional love.

aquarius on the ascendant brings ingenuity and intrigue to the native. they are determined, brilliant thinkers, and a little kooky. they can be quite eye-catching, as they like to express themselves through their personal style, and aren't generally shy. they love people, though their love is a cerebral and hands-off kind. they are often part of some sort of community, whether through choice or through traits they were assigned at birth, and they are passionate about their communities. these groups are their home, their family and an extension of themselves, after all. aquarius risings are often very clever, think creatively and express themselves well. they can be a bit outside-the-box and some people find their sureness of self disconcerting, whether that's from projection or just surprise. the native can sometimes forget about love, feeling it isn't important as long as they have the love of their communities and the people they meet in life. but they are often thinking of something that bores them, stifles and changes them, when they think of love. in reality, love looks different for everyone, and with leo on the descendant, it really is an important part of life for the native. they need to be adored, given space to flourish and thrive, and challenged a little bit. they are generous and kindhearted individuals, and they need a partner who will let them explore but always lead them back home again.

with pisces on the ascendant, the native is ephemeral, delicate and absorbent. they are creative thinkers, but not always the most logical of people. they are incredibly sensitive, and like their sister sign, they are prone to somatising stress and powerful emotions. speaking of emotions, pisces risings are emotional creatures, with a deep well of love within them, that they draw from often. they can be quite romantic, but it’s a different kind of romantic to that of taurus or libra; pisces risings are soft and usually somewhat shy, with a submissive side that means unrequited love is very common for them. pisces risings struggle to organise themselves and can lack motivation, relying instead on bouts of inspiration, that can be as fickle as the native themselves. discipline is a skill pisces rising doesn’t naturally possess, though some overcompensate. pisces on the ascendant means virgo is on the descendant, and so they really need, and often crave, stability and security. they can live very interesting lives, with a lot of ebb and flow, as water signs do, but interesting is often overwhelming and exhausting, and they want to be able to come home to safety, sameness, those quiet moments spent recovering. they are very devoted people, but can neglect themselves and their home life in favour of loving everyone and everything around them; they need someone that holds and grounds them, an anchor so they can return to themselves when the world becomes too much. 

[skelebellie]

desiderium

emmrich volkarin x gender neutral mournwatch!rook

a/n: my last poll solrook vs emmrich ended, and emmrich won. so here’s a treat since im not as busy right now (for 24 hrs). i see a lot of fics making emmrich as some sort of master sex man, but i think there are some real insecurities that would arise out of an age difference relationship. also- i wanted to write carnally down bad rook. also exploring mournwatch rook.

rook does not have any physical descriptors

Warning: Mature. No explicitly sexually themes, suggestive content. slight angst w/ comfort. fluff?

i.e. rook gets FREAKY

Rook settled into Emmrich’s chair comfortably. Their feet pulled underneath them as they poured over one of his tomes. Before his joining, Rook was left throwing stones off the edge of the Lighthouse to see how far they could keep an eye on it before it blipped out into the endless sea of the fade. Emmrich settled at the end of his desk, flipping through a series of scrolls and papers detailing a recent surge of events through the fade. Even if he wasn’t in the Grand Necropolis, he tended to keep busy. It wasn’t the most exciting thing, reading in the presence of their partner, but it was a welcomed contrast to the insanity that followed with fighting ancient elven gods. While Varric described them as a straight thinker and often getting themselves into more trouble than good, it was nice to take off the mask.

However, anxieties were bubbling under the surface regarding their relationship with Emmrich. Nothing remarkably concerning, but they sensed some form of… hesitation. Emmrich had made it very clear how much they loved them, and their neck wasn’t safe from a surprise kiss or the gentle whisper of words. However, outside of that, their romance had been relatively tame. Not that it had upset them, they both had agreed to take it slow. Rook hadn’t been in a previous relationship, as they were far too busy under the Mourn Watch to consider the notion in the past.

For all purposes, Emmrich was exceptionally transparent with their relationship. Even so, Emmrich seemed- how did Harding describe it- mopey? Languid kisses ended earlier, his hands hesitated, and some nights they were even denied the comforting embrace of their lover arms.

Which lead to the moment before them, Rook’s eyes locked onto Emmrich as he continued to read. Only stopping to make eye contact with Rook, the flames of the fireplace dancing across his skin.

“You’re starring, dear.” Emmrich commented, raising his head lightly, the glint of his glasses catching against the golden ember of the room.

“It’s hard not too when you’re so distracting.” Rook responded, closing their book and giving Emmrich a cheeky grin.

“Your compliments find me at the most unique moments.”

Emmrich's words were always well constructed. Even at their most focused Rook could barely knock him off his feet with their flirting. However, Rook also became keenly aware that Emmrich wouldn’t accept said compliment.

Truthfully, it frustrated them to no end. Since they hadn’t escalleted their relationship, Rook made a point to constantly praise Emmrich. It was impairitive that he understand how much they loved him. Especially with the continued teasing from the rest of the group.

A silence fell between the two. However, unlike the prior calm, an air of unpleasantness settled. Emmrich’s eyes stared at Rook as the cogs in their brain ticked and spun.

“Do you not desire me sexually, Emmrich?” Rook responded, voice rather blunt for such a crude comment. Instead of being filled with frustration, their face fell to curiosity- understanding. Rook wasn’t unaware of the different forms of love that were followed across Thedas. Sex didnt equal love, and not all love had to involve sex. So while their initial comment was one meant to open the doors to a productive conversation, it may have come off as accusatory.

“Excuse me?” Emmrich responded, shock evident across his creased eyebrows.

“Do you feel sexual attraction to me? Arousal? Excitement at the idea of my naked”, They rambled, before being swiftly cut off.

“Im well aware of what you mean. What Im wondering is why you would ask such a thing?” His voice turned serious, slightly intimidated at the conversation at hand.

Emmrich had his own demons. He was an accomplished necromancer, reasercher, and professor. But in the ways of long-term love, he had his own failings. Prior to meeting Rook, he had accepted that he would be entombed alone. And while he did love Rook, there were lingering doubts about their relationship.

Could he keep up with Rook? They were much younger, and lacked experience- would it have been better for them to get with someone like Davrin or Taash? Live out the fleeting moments of sexual exileration and lust from a partner their age? Was he fulfilling their needs, or was in inadvertently tying them down? Emmrich had no discourse concerning the age difference, other than the time they would spend apart. Was it selfish of him to love such a young beauty, only to leave them behind? Did Rook even desire him in that way- or was he far from what they wanted physically?

These questions riddled his brain until the night fell silent. And while Emmrich considered himself calm and collected, these worries had inadvertently began to affect the way the treated Rook. Hesitation and doubt imbued with his touch like a sickening virus.

Rook returned a less serious look to Emmrich. “You’ve been hesitant. I dont find your hand on my waist as often, and the physical contact between us has been few and far between. I even walked in earlier this week with some of my buttons undone and you had the gall to button it back up.”

“Im not mad- I understand relationships all take different shapes and forms. But I felt it was a point we needed to address.” They replied, their gaze softening at Emmrich. While they had enough confidence to rival that of Solas’, there was something disheartening at the idea that your partner didnt feel attracted to you. Let alone not find you desirable.

Emmrich’s voice came out soft, and apologetic.

“Oh Dear,” He said quietly, raising up from his seat and discarding his paperwork as he made his way across his quarters. Arriving infront of Rook, taking the book out of their hands and placing it onto the side table. Replacing the leather bound texture with the smoothness of his hands.

“It’s not like that at all. I had no idea I had been coming across as prudish- it’s just that-“, His voice failed him momentarily. Emmrich wasn’t shy, his sexual past was quite adventurous compared to his peers. But for some reason, the daunting idea of not being enough was sufficient to cause doubt within him. His fingertips rubbing over Rook’s palms as he thought.

“Of course I find you attractive. I find myself staring at you when you aren’t looking, unable to peel my eyes away from you- afraid to miss the smallest detail about you. My desire for you, both mind and body, bubbles beneath my skin in the most inappropriate of times.” He coughed out, albeit a bit embarrassed at the sudden confession.

A gentle sigh escaped Emmrich’s nose.

“It’s just that I worry. Nothing more than the ramblings of an older man.” He replied, aiming to settle the conversation with minimal details.

Although, this would not work on Rook. They had spent far too many nights solving the problems of their teammates. And their relationship with Emmrich made it even more transparent to them that something was on his mind.

“Love, please, talk to me.” Rook whispered, standing up from their seat to meet their eyes with Emmrich’s. A pleading look engrained from their eyes to the deepest part of their soul.

A silent moment passed between them, the necromancers shoulders relaxing as a breath he didnt even know he was holding escaped. He didnt want to bother his lover with such trivial things, but he found that they often wormed their way in anyhow. Grateful to be a shoulder of understanding and acceptance. Quietly, he pulled Rook back towards his desk, guiding them with a gentle grip. As he pulled his partner closer, he settled himself at the edge of his desk, shortening himself just enough so that they were eye level with each other.

“It’s not that I don’t find you absolutely enticing, far from it. More so, I am worried about my own endeavors.” Emmrich babbled, his eyes falling to the hands he cradled within his own. Admiring the contrast of his grave jewelry amongst Rooks skin.

“Such as?” Rook asked.

“I find that there are looming doubts within me. That I may not be enough for you- physically. There are far younger individuals who could fulfill my place. At my age, there are much more… compatible suitors. for you” He admitted.

Rook looked back at Emmrich, their face filled with worry. It’s not as if this thought hadn’t crossed their mind. Although, their worries didnt involve their compatibility, sexually or otherwise. They were far more worried about how others would view Emmrich, or if they were fulfilling his needs.

But the momentary falter in their gaze drove Emmrich’s stomach to the bottom of his abdomen. Their hesitancy a personal confirmation of his deepest doubts.

“I see you have your own doubts. I knew It was selfish of me to-“ He responded, gently pushing back against Rook. Only to be met with a force pushing against him, keeping him against the edge of the desk.

“Emmrich, you are not the one who decides who and what I am attracted to.” Rook responded firmly, tone absent of their usual jovial and forgiving nature. Honestly, it shocked Emmrich to see this side of them, the one usually reserved for the battlefield- for a leader.

“I am not ignorant of our differences in age. But do not think for a moment that you had “tricked” me into anything. I knew very well what I was getting into when I decided to pursue you.” They responded, a gentle yet firm hand coming up to rest underneath Emmrich’s chin, closing the small space between the two. Rooks eyes shifted their gaze from soft to an almost peering look. Looking across Emmrich’s face with rigid admiration, as if viewing one of the hundreds of phantasmal paintings that covered the Grand Necropolis.

“It would be amiss of me to not recongnize that being raised by skeletons and spirits in the Grand Necropolis turned my attraction to an… older audience. One that I can assure you fall into.” Rook divulged. Their thumb running across the bottom of Emmrich’s lip, admiring the way the muscle gave way to their finger.

“Darling, I didn’t intend to assume…” Emmrich whispered, his hands settling on their lowers hips given their proximity. Rooks gaze alighting a rumbling heat in his pelvis. There was something about Rooks eyes- the look belonging not to some hesitant, inexperienced lover. Rather, someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

“And yet you did.” Rook responded, shortening the distance between the two until Emmrich was forced to place a hand on his desk in order to maintain his balance.

“I can assure you, I am not without my desires. I am simply good at hiding them. I may be inexperienced, dear, but I am not unknowledgeable about what I want. I just thought it would better to keep said intentions to myself until we discussed it further. However, Im beginning to understand that you are a man of action, not words.” They continued, their hand traveling across the outside of Emmrichs thigh, fingers dancing along the side seam in a manner that caused his leg to shake.

“Must I show you my hunger? Reveal to you the heat that scorches my body until it’s the only thing I think about? How some days you leave my thoughts reduced to its only basic instinct?”

Rooks hand continued upwards, palming across Emmrich’s abdomen as he let out belittled breaths in return. The skillful hands of a mortalitasi unbuttoning his exterior vest to untuck his undershirt. Rooks head dipped into the crook of Emmrich’s neck, quickly removing the skull lapel across his neck to unbutton the top buttons of his undershirt. Needing to pay hommeage to the caratoid artery that kept the object of their desire alive. Belated breaths tickling across the pale skin before them. Tantalising close, as their own wants teetered out from under their control.

“Dearest- I- Please-“ Emmrich responded, his words finally reaching Rooks ears as his other hand clenched across their back. Torn between an embrace and halting them all together.

Softly, Rook’s hand drifted under his shirt, teasing at skin they couldn’t see. There was something arousing about finally getting to touch the skin Emmrich constantly kept covering up. Their feelings at odds with each other as they took the moment to explore. Dip their fingers into his back dimples and forgotten scars as if ingraining it within their memory for a later day. Although, their attention would quickly return to Emmrichs neck. Planting hungry kisses down to his trapezoid, far below the collar.

“Desire is a fools word, Professor. What I feel towards you is not as simple as a want- it’s an obsession. I need you just as much as the blood beneath my skin and the air in my lungs. If I could, I would devour you until we were one and the same.” Rook recounted, before planting wet kisses along the crevices of Emmrich’s life line. Alternating between biting and sucking the skin. Drowning the room out before them in a mixture of heated gasps, soft moans, and the until the fire within Rooks stomach settled into a gentle simmer. Their back only slightly sore from Emmrich’s grasp, before they finally leaned back. Revealing the dischevled Professor, his hair tussled and sweat on his brow. Not that rook looked any better.

Rook paused for a moment, allowing them both to catch their breath, before they removed the hand underneath Emmrich’s under clothes and placing it against his cheek. Relishing in the feeling of stubble just beneath their palm.

“I assume I have been quite demonstrative as towards my intentions?” Rook responded.

Emmrich could only give a wide eyed look, his face teetering on embarrassment and arousal. Shock could barely describe the revelation he just had.

“I think you’ve been quite clear, dear.”

[devildomwriter]

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow | Leviathan x Reader

.7k+ words | GN! Reader | CW: None

Leviathan stared out the window of the living room as you tapped your foot behind him anxiously. You watched the snow pile up as even more flew down with furious winds.

Leviathan wasn’t complaining. You were supposed to go to a party and he very much did not want to. You didn’t even know this demon well, you’d met him through Asmodeus who suggested he might form a pact with you. That was another thing Leviathan didn’t like, the idea of another demon having such a strong bond with you. Needless to say, he was jealous of a hypothetical situation and the blizzard outside was lifting his spirits.

You sighed and contemplated teleporting. Levi knew you had an idea as he saw the spark in your eyes.

“What are you thinking?” He asked cautiously, hoping it wasn’t a solution to the blizzard.

“We could always teleport,” you suggested and he cringed.

You saw his uncomfortable expression and patted his shoulder which made him jump a little.

“Huh? What was that for?” He asked, surprised.

“I know you don’t want to go to the party, thanks for getting ready and being on time for me.” You thanked and he blushed, unprepared for such a heartfelt thanks.

“Y-yeah, of course…” he trailed off and you tilted your head.

“But?” You asked, poking his arm, hoping he’d open up.

“This-this Lucifugus, or whatever. You’re really going out of your way for him, you’re even going to a normie event! J-just to make him happy?! And you even want a pact! A pact! That’s our thing!” He stuttered loudly and frantically.

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes as you knew this was a big deal to a chronic over-thinker like Levi.

“Levi. A pact doesn’t mean a bond. What you and I have is a bond. And our bond can’t be replicated by a demon I hardly know.”

Levi turned red and nodded in understanding but it didn’t quell his worries, “yeah but. You are gonna know him more now…wh-what if—“

“What if I fall for him?” You jumped to the worst-case scenario in Levi’s head and he shrunk in on himself unable to say anything in response.

You shook your head and crouched down to Levi’s level who’d become an anxious puddle on the floor.

“Okay, Levi. Get up. We’re going to your room.”

“Huh-wha!?”

“I’m not going to the party if it’s gonna make you so anxious.”

Levi was both overjoyed but simultaneously felt guilt building within and he got to his feet and shook his head.

“N-No! I’m not gonna ruin this for you! I’ll even go to a normie party if it makes you happy! Just wait and see.”

You smiled and nodded, “I know. So now let me make you happy. It’s way too cold outside to go anywhere.”

Levi’s heart raced excitedly at the idea of getting to go back to relaxing in his room and not needing to worry about you partying with demons like Asmodeus.

“S-so about falling in love…” Leviathan brought back up the issue as soon as he took off his boots.

“That’s impossible,” you stated clearly and his heart leaped for joy.

“Right. Because you aren’t a normie!” He declared and you laughed and shook your head.

“No it’s because I’m already in love with a silly otaku,” you clarified and he froze in place. As still as a statue he struggled to compute your affectionate words. You two were basically already a couple but words of affirmation made him unbelievably weak to the point he was more or less in a state of shock.

“Oh boy,” you mumbled realizing he’d be stuck this way for a while. You laughed to yourself and stood by the window again as Levi malfunctioned behind you.

You looked at the snow falling and without the anxiety of a party weighing on your mind, it seemed much more gentle and relaxing than it was fierce and isolating.

Leviathan struggled to compose himself, all the while thinking he wished it would snow forever because it allowed him more time with you, all to himself. The idea made him do cartwheels in his mind and he silently thanked the blizzard as he was finally able to get back up and shuffle over to you.

You were surprised as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. You felt the warm breath of Levi against the skin of your neck and you smiled and relaxed into his embrace. You too began to wish the snow would never end, so moments like this would last forever.

[kpopflowerfield]

High Hopes | wjh

ღ pairing: fem! reader x junhui

ღ word count: 1.9k

ღ genre: angst

ღ rating: pg-13

ღ warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, reader is a big over-thinker and is self critical at some parts

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library

ღ summary: your relationship with Jun is a bit on the rocks, making you worry that he is not happy with you and makes you question if you’re desirable to him, leaving you with the fear he’ll leave you.

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You looked up from your spot on the couch as you heard the door close. "Hey, love! How was work?" You smiled over at Jun as you stood up. "It was fine." He took his wallet and keys out of his pockets as he placed them on the counter. You pouted at the cold shoulder. "Anything new happen?" You questioned as he pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth.

"No. I really don't want to talk anymore. I'm just going to take a shower," You watched as he walked into the bedroom. Breezing by you, he's never acted like this before, and it was weird and off-putting. You followed him to your bedroom and leaned on the door frame. "Want me to make you dinner?" You questioned, looking at his back as he put his dirty clothes in the hamper.

He shrugged in response as you sighed. "Is something wrong?" you looked over at him as he turned to look at you. "I am fine. Seriously, Y/N." He sounded stern as you stared at him. Just a simple change in his tone made you feel your heart start to weigh heavy in your chest. "Jun..." You started. His eyes shifted from the closet and back over to you. "Seriously, Y/N, it has nothing to do with you, I promise," His voice softened as he spoke to you this time.

You nodded in response to his empty reassurance. You kept pushing those other thoughts to the back of your head. Jun simply had a bad day at work, and that was all. It's only human that he doesn't want to talk about it. You've done the same in the past, but you never caught an attitude, and you opened up to him by the end of the night, at least.

You really wished it was that one night, but it seemed like he was having just a bad week overall. No matter what you did, he was still so miserable and acting like he would rather be doing anything than being home with you. You kept telling yourself it was nothing. Ignoring the anxiety that was eating you from within. You sat on the couch, like you always did, hoping that whatever gotten into Jun was out of his system, it was the end of the work week.

He opened the door, pausing your thoughts as you looked over at him. "How was work?" You still wanted to ask; if his words didn't say it, his subtle actions would. "It wasn't too bad today," he nodded slightly as he removed his shoes and headed to the bedroom. You exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding. Maybe this will be a more enjoyable evening for each other.

He sat down next to you on the couch. He looked comfy in his sweatpants and loose t-shirt. "What would you like to eat tonight?" You looked over at him, a soft smile gracing your face. "I was thinking maybe we can eat out," he looked over at you, seeing if you liked that idea. He smiled seeing you nod quickly. You let him pick everything, wanting to keep him in the better mood he was in.

You turned on the TV show he liked as you sat there together, almost cuddling up. Intimacy was extremely rare the past week as he was too busy with whatever attitude he had going on. You watched his expression for a moment, seeing the peaceful, soft smile gracing his face as you leaned your head on his bicep.

You were surprised when he didn't push you off or tense up. You shut your eyes, resting your head against him. Finally, having him close for a night was doing wonders for your overworked mind. His soft hand resting on your lower thigh made your eyes open so you could see it. Feeling it was one thing, but you needed to witness his touch, which you'd been missing.

You look at his face, studying it to see if he was aware he was finally touching your skin again. You spaced out as you got lost looking at him; he really was the most attractive person you've ever laid eyes on. Even just sitting on the couch in his lounge clothes, he was still the most jaw dropping, handsome guy to ever exist. You couldn't help yourself as you kissed his neck. You could feel him swallow as you kissed his sweet spot, nibbling lightly. He tasted so sweet and you couldn’t get enough.

You felt his hand on your leg a bit stronger, taking you away from the fantasy you were indulging yourself in. "I'm really not up for that," He looked over at you as you nodded, moving away from him. You weren’t upset about being denied sex, but those positive thoughts you had earlier disappeared as you started to wonder about actually having sex with Jun. It had to have been almost three weeks, and it was unlike your usual sex life together.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't even realize Jun left your side and went to bed. You stood up and turned everything off for the night. You walked into the room and headed straight to your bathroom. You took a deep breath as you shut the door behind you.

You rubbed your eyes and stared in the mirror; you couldn't help but wonder what Jun suddenly found so unappealing that he wouldn't even touch you. You stared at every feature you could until nothing was making any sense anymore. You scoffed to yourself and shook your head, turning off the light before going out to your bed. You carefully pulled the sheets back, not wanting to disturb Jun, who had already fallen asleep.

The hope of falling asleep to put your mind at peace failed as you tossed and turned all night, your stomach churning with every new thought that came to mind. You kept telling yourself it was just work, but adding up from the last time you'd had sex made you worry it was something else. Or, instead, there was someone else. You wanted that idea out of your head desperately, but being left in the dark wasn't much help for you to think of another reason for him to be such an asshole out of nowhere.

You beat yourself up too much before finally coming to terms with the fact that you needed to speak up. You planned out the words that you needed to say, adding more every day that he has come home in a terrible mood. You waited for him to at least be in a better mood so you could have a conversation. Your nerves were skyrocketing as you waited for him to open the door.

You bounced your leg as you heard the door unlock. "Jun," You started. "Not really in the mood to talk today," He beelined for the bedroom as you looked over in disbelief. You took a deep breath as you followed him to the bedroom. You’ve been putting it off for too long, you just needed to say it. "We need to talk," You demanded as he looked over at you. "What?" He couldn't help but question. "What is wrong? Don't say nothing because you've had a stick shoved up your ass for weeks and have been taking it out on me."

He watched every word that left your lips and the way you crossed your arms over your torso. "For the millionth time, nothing is wrong." He exhaled as you scoffed at him. "Did I do something then?" You raised your eyebrow as he shook his head. "I don't even know where you'd come up with that," He grumbled.

"Tell me what is fucking wrong, Jun! I'm tired of this," You blustered as you shot daggers through him. Jun's blood was boiling; he tossed the mail he had in his hands on the bed. "Fine! Because you want to know what's wrong so fucking desperately, there's shit going on in my family. I've been picking up hours to help them, my boss is a fucking cock sucker, and then I come home to a thousand questions every fucking hour. I am at my limit, Y/N!" Jun exploded.

Your eyes widened at his outburst. He grabbed the suitcase he had on the side of his nightstand. "I'll be back in a week. I'm going home." He tried to push by you as you held your ground like a brick wall. "No! I can't even explain myself before you fucking leave me for a week," You were seething as he stepped back from you. He made a gesture with his hand for you to go on.

You scoffed at the petty gesture. "anyways," You took a deep breath. "You've been nothing but an asshole every single day that you have come home. I understand why now, but you left me in the dark every fucking day. I started to think you wanted to not be with me because I didn't make you happy or because there was someone else. The other night, I stood in our bathroom, lost in thought of what had possibly changed in the last three weeks." You teared up. "If only you could've grown up and spoken more than ten words a day to me," You shakily sobbed, overwhelmed with the emotions that took over.

Jun stood there, his hand moving away from the carry-on suitcase he had by his side. "Listen, Y/N, I'm really sorry," He reached out for you. You bit the inside of your lip, then gave in, wanting his embrace again. "I should've told you; I didn't mean to be such so awful; I wish you told me a few weeks ago how you were feeling," He held you closely as you sobbed against his chest.

He pressed his lips on the top of your head. He held your sides, pulling you so you could look at him.. "Do you want to come with me to see my family?" He looked down, searching your eyes for an answer. "You don't have to; I wanted to put the offer out for you, babe," He let go of you as you nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to meet them," You smiled softly, your eyes puffy from the tears you were shedding moments ago.

The change for him was sudden and easy but needed for your anxiety. Deep down, you were still pissed off at him for being such an asshole to you when you didn’t do anything. The absence of the decency to explain what was going on was what made you so upset. You sat in the taxi with him, staring out the window.

“Jun?” You looked over at him. He hummed in response. “Don’t ever treat me like that or leave me in the dark. We’re in a relationship, so we’re together. Whatever is wrong with you, you have to let me in, at least. No getting snappy at me or two-word answers. It’s unfair to me.” You spoke sternly as he nodded. “I know, and I apologized.” He looked at you.

You bit your lip and thought. “Listen, I’m not trying to create problems for you or cause more stress, but if you talk to me like that again, we’re over. No reason to be disrespectful to me. Understood?” You raised an eyebrow at him. He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. He couldn’t say you were being ridiculous. It was fair since he would most likely react the same way if you treated him like that. “Understood,” He nodded. “Now, let’s just have a nice week to see your family,” You looked back out the window.

You bit the inside of your cheek, starting to worry that maybe you went too far with what you said. A chilling silence filled the rest of the taxi ride to the airport. You both got out and walked up to the service desk for your airline. “Hey,” Jun reached over for your hand which you gave to him. “I’m really sorry again,” He squeezed your hand lightly. You nodded in response as he looked at you. “I’m serious Y/N, I also hope you don’t think you’re out of line for saying we’d be over if I do that again. I think that’s perfectly fair for you to say. I love you, I will never ever treat you like that again,”

You nodded at him, smiling at hearing his words. “I love you too, Jun. Let’s just put it behind us and move on. I know you’ll never do it again,” You reassured him as you both got ready to get on the plane for you to meet his family for the first time.

[stoneyweezin]

𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸, 𝖡𝖤 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼 ༞ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽

༒ 𝗀𝗇! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍

(𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎♡)

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✎you were disgusted with yourself but why? why had the guy you’ve then woken up beside cause such a twist in your stomach that your spine itched?

your hair lay, thrown along your head as your eyes blinked at the human next to you.

that all to familiar feeling of raw skin on the bed sheets confirmed that you were in the same predicament as he was, his lower half luckily being shielded by the blanket and his curly blonde mullet partially sticking to the side of his face. a snore coming from his puckered and opened lips.

you had slept with billy hargrove.

right after you said to him you hated his guts and wouldn’t be caught dead in the same car as him but ate your words that following weekend, at a party which resulted in too many drinks to handle and your body acting impulsively.

your tongue darted out to lick your lips, the flavor of alcohol having a slight residue still before you made up your mind.

“get the fuck out before he wakes.” the voice in your conscious said to you over and over, body slipping from underneath his grip and then the cold air from his room stuck to your naked body.

you looked around for your clothes, head on a swivel as your eyes bounced toward billy every millisecond, praying he stayed a sleeping dog.

you’d managed to find your jeans and the white button up your sported before grabbing your shoes and sneakily leaving from his room. the house seemed to still be at a silent hum, as if no one had graced the day yet.

your feet softly padding down the hall before looking over at the wall and seeing it was 6 AM on the nose. your teeth kissed themselves as your feet hurriedly carried you out of the hargrove house. immediately grabbing hold of the fact that you didn’t drive here, and only billy’s car sat parked in the driveway.

you groaned as you then start to make haste down the road, eventually being able to navigate your way home. it was 6:45 by the time your now sheltered soles beat up your wooden porch. your fingers tapped along your jeans before you groaned, not feeling your keys and more so assuming they may still be at billy’s.

“shit!” you whisper yelled to the ground before your fingers found the loose panel in the shutters of your front window. the key being securely tucked in there before unlocking your front door, gently shutting it to not alert your parents, and immediately running to your room.

you walked back and forth in your room with your hands in your hair and your eyes scrambling for invisible answers.

“fucking billy… i fucked billy… billy fucked me.” you were shocked at the open admittance and the pure anxiety that mixed into your body.

now he was going to tell the whole basketball team he’d finally got a bite of Y/N. that Y/N is a total sleaze and would give it up after a while.

the millions of scenarios traced through your brain, over and over, nothing coming to the term that billy probably would never say that about you.

but billy was a dick. he had a great one but is was one.

you sighed as you shook your head, slowly accepting your fate before stripping yourself once again and walking into your bathroom. scrubbing your body of the night and preparing yourself for the next time you’d see him.

-

a good day of rest had past. you’ve made up your mind that the best interest was to avoid him. don’t let him even see you walk to your car when you got out of class.

you realized that your keys would still be at his house but luckily your father was a over thinker and had a “just in case” anything, including extra car keys.

you’d had it tossed in your bag, fixing your hair and outfit for the school day before walking downstairs into the kitchen. your mother making some toast and coffee for herself before seeing you grab the toaster strudel she had sitting out for you.

“off you go?” she looked at you, her sleepy sullen eyes trying to wake themselves up as she slowly started to move toward the cabinet and grab a mug.

“yeah mom, i’ll see you when im back?” your teeth bit down into the warm breakfast pastry, bits of flake falling back onto the plate.

“no, me and your dad have to go to your aunts for a bit. she wants to show us the new patio her husband built.” she said with such a fake excitement you could help but slightly snort at her, a chuckle coming from her.

“well yall have fun.” you smiled at your mom, rounding the tiny table before placing a kiss on her cheek, making your way to your car and making sure to start your day off as planned. drive slow and get there after… billy.

-

your feet tapped on the floor gently as your car had been stationary for about 15 minutes. billy was there before you, as planned, but he had been sitting outside chatting with some girl he was probably going to get a hold of soon.

your chest had tightened just a smidge before forcing the feeling to bury itself. you were supposed to be sworn enemies. enemies don’t hook up after parties, they argue and declare war for their egos being bruised. and to top it off enemies also don’t have sexual innuendos every time they come in contact with one another.

so eventually as you sat there in the car, you conjured the mindset to keep a distance away from him. no fighting, no eye contact, fuck it, your keys were just going to have to stay in his house.

eventually you eyeballed him walk toward the school, some people even unintentionally walking behind him, causing him to blend into the crowd. you got out your car, gripping your backpack strap and sighing as our feet started to lead you toward the doors also. thanking god your first class didn’t have him in it.

-

about 3 classes had passed, your 3rd period before lunch you did have billy in there, but you sat in the back, swapping seats with one of the girls who was a fiend for billy’s attention. he groaned, noticing that some random girl had now sat in your spot and he had nobody to pass the time with. turning to look over at you, you on the other hand having his entire body blurred in your peripheral and not wanting to even acknowledge his existence.

which he was now confused about. you fed him his own medicine every time you two had interacted and now you weren’t even looking at him. he didn’t even see you when school first started, normally being able to spot your forest green bobcat from a mile away.

he had thought back to waking up in his bed, back exposed to the sun leaking from his window and the house still being quiet. he assumed nobody made it home last night and max had been out with her little party of friends, more than likely having a sleep over.

his eyes puffy with a solid nights rest but his body feeling that all to familiar feeling of alcohol plus a good body he had obtained. he woke up feeling utterly amazing, a lot better than normal and it definitely had him forcing himself to try to remember but he didn’t. the liquor fully doing it’s job but clearly not enough as he was able to make it home car in tact. and he made sure of that as he peeked out the living room window to notice his car in the driveway.

he’d basically walked around the house with his towel on, not really wanting to search for clothes until he sighed and walked back to his room. his foot immediately pressing down on something hard and jagged.

“shit, shit! agh!” he groaned loudly his foot flying up to be gripped by his hands before gently bracing himself to fall back onto his closed door as he then seethed.

he looked down at the culprit to his pain and immediately picked up what were a pair of keys. not his keys though… his didn’t have a random angel charm on the loop. his fingers gripped at the item, inspecting it before he frowned. he recognized it and squinted in thought before it all started to come back to him.

he had you in his room that past night. he had kissed you all along your body drunkenly and felt everything he had only imagined under his finger tips. yeah you guys had a history of saying the most heinous things to one another. hell you even announced that you’d eat a bowl of glass before you’d ever be nice to billy hargrove. he on the other hand mainly picked at you because he quite liked the feeling of being around you. your annoyance toward him was a weird thing he favored other than being flocked after by girls all day. hence if he did have a date that night, he’d mainly got to you to brag about it but also get your reaction to the person. for some reason he wanted to please you and your opinions on him. and here he was, holding your car keys after you two had fucked like ravenous dogs. he rolled the charm between his fingers, lips piercing in thought before his eyes skimmed over to his poster that leaned off the wall. either it fell or you two had caused it to be that way but that didn’t matter to him.

the rest of the weekend he had made sure to stay out the house, masking his fear of not wanting to get scolded by neil and also hoping max didn’t need to make any random trips that resulted in him being her chauffeur. which thankfully she grew such a closeness to her friends she’d not asked him for anything for quite some time.

but it was sunday night. the blended family of 4 sat at the table, billy keeping his mouth shut, eating the porkchops susan had successfully made for once. neil chatted with susan, the two of them still seeming like they were in the honeymoon phase even though she’s seen him be an absolute abusive piece of shit. max had sat on the opposite end of the table, her eyes focused on the plate and her fork poking around the green beans. what is it with kids and vegetables?

other than that, billy had finished his plate, excusing himself before he walked behind max, tapping her shoulder. “i’ve gotta ask you something, when you’re done.” which was his version of requesting her time to answer his question. he felt weirded out at himself for even asking his step… sister, for anything besides where she was going.

her eyes broke from her trance, peering up at him with a slight mistrust before mumbling okay, shrugging her shoulders and resuming her attempt to finish her food.

billy had walked back to his room his hands clasped in front of him on his bed and eyes running along the ridges in the carpet.

how was he going to ask someone younger than him about relationship advice? what was he even going to ask about you?

“what do i get a girl that hates me? no…shit… um. how do i tell someone i feel differently about them? how do i tell? what are you a fuckin’ idiot billy?” he mumbled to himself, annoyed at his terrible navigation of his sudden attachment to you.

time had passed before red hair made itself seen in his doorway, hands still slightly damp from finishing the dishes. “yeah?” max’s voice broke him from his overthinking, before he sighed looking at her. brows knitting together in annoyance before speaking his piece.

-

you sat at lunch, laughing with eddie who was a year older than you. he was a senior along with steve but had to repeat due to his terrible grades and even worse attendance. now he was a senior with you and the rest of class 86’ seemingly not minding it though, seeming you had given him company while he received his influx of madness.

his shaggy hair shook as he dramatically described the past campaign he had ran with the rest of his tiny team, which were really a bunch of freshman who shared the same interest as him.

“then dustin rolls, doesn’t roll enough damage to take down the vampire and then almost cost his whole troop.” his smile gleamed at you before you giggled, a faux face of seriousness crossing your features.

“i don’t get it…” immediately eddies laughter ceased in his throat, mouth agape before his neck jutted forward and a confused look crossed his face. a solid “what” was going to come out his mouth before you grabbed a grape from his tray, pelting it off his forehead and smiling again.

“gotcha!” you teased which resulted in him scoffing and shaking his head again.

from afar you didn’t feel or pay attention to billy watching the whole interaction. the two of you looked as though you were a perfect fit and better yet you enjoyed being around eddie. your smile damn near contagious but his brawny feelings had replaced the desire to want to ask you what’s going on and to also talk to you. his body reworking itself to now be the iconic asshole, billy hargrove.

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𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇

[vasyandii]

PHAYVANH "NAK" SOTSVAHN 🐉🌺

Old Introduction

Nak Reference Sheet

Nak IRL Gear References

NSFW Alphabet (TREAD LIGHTLY)

GENERAL INFORMATION

Status: ACTIVE

Year of Birth: 2000 (Aged 20)

Day of Birth: September 13

Place of Birth: Vientiane, Laos

Race: Lao

Nationality: Laotian

Languages Spoken: Lao, Thai, English, Russian

Occupation: Tactical Assault Operator, Close Quarters Combat Specialist (Chimera Member)

Affiliation(s):

Golden Triangle Cartel (Formerly)

Lao People's Armed Forces (Formerly; Dishonorably Discharged)

Allegiance

Chimera

Physical Appearance

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Height: 5’2”/159 cm

Build: Lean Muscular

Scars: None

Tattoos/ Markings: Large tattoos on left upper and Center of back

BIOGRAPHY

Born in Vientiane, Laos. Living the first 15 years of her life off her uncle's fortune, partaking in the trafficking of illicit narcotics at a young age. The two were close due to them being family, not having many friends due to her uncle's line of work.

Enlisted in the LPAF by her Uncle's wishes to "Carve a better path for herself". Was not liked by her peers for her cocky attitude, overly aggressive tactics, and habit of prioritizing her personal safety over the team.

After 3 years of service in the LPAF, excelling in Close Quarters Combat, dishonorably discharged due to repeated physical altercations among teammates. Spent the next 6 months back to working for Kapano Vang despite his reluctance, eventually fleeing to Urzikstan after an argument with Vang about difference in beliefs, multiple people injured; their relationship has been strained ever since.

During her time her path crossed with Nikolai, in search of work she signed a long term contract with Chimera, with one year of service.

Shown to exhibit signs of social anxiety and difficulty forming close relationships around people her age. Inherited Kapano Vang's short temper in combat, though more relaxed outside of it.

Developed a bond with Syd, seeing her as an older sister. Often paired up with Sebastian Krueger in order to keep them both in line.

Skills and Abilities

Fighting Style: Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

Weapon(s): Whatever is heavy

Distinct Weapon: SCAR FN PDW, Dual Push Blades

Shortcomings: Overly aggressive tactics, focus on personal safety, short temper

Family

Familial Status: Adoptive Niece

Siblings: None

Mother: Adoptive sister of Kapano Vang; (whereabouts unknown, records not found/withheld)

Uncle: Kapano “Naga” Vang; (Former warlord drug trafficker, formerly in Warsaw Pact)

Relationship with Family: Nak still idolizes her uncle to an extent, but the more that she's out in the world,the more she realizes that he isn't a good person. Nak’s mother wasn’t present in life. Her uncle took her in after mother wasn’t able to care for her. Naga trained her at a very young age; he thought it was best if she was strong in their lifestyle.

Pet: Cat person, never was allowed to have pets but she would throw scraps of food to strays.

PERSONALITY

Myers Briggs Type: ESTJ-T

Nak is an extroverted introvert, she likes and enjoys talking to people, however it drains her energy quickly since she's not used to talking to people in such a casual manner. Things like talking business she’s more used to.

Adaptable

A quick thinker, Nak is able to carry out missions by finding creative solutions to make sure her operations are successful. Outside of the battlefield her adaptability allows her to have better communication with people, even with her social anxiety.

Pragmatic

Nak strives to make the most effective solutions so it’s easier on her in the future. Her decision making skills ensure that she’ll survive in the field and outside of it.

Responsible

Living on her own, Nak is responsible, she can’t relax unless all her work is done beforehand. As she starts forming close relationships with people, she realizes that she likes taking care of people.

Negative Traits

Stubborn

Starting out Nak isn’t a very good teamplayer. She doesn’t like others telling her what to do or how to do things so she’s stubborn in a way that she’s adamant about what she wants but adaptable with what methods are needed.

Judgemental

Her formative years with Naga didn’t allow her to trust people, because of the Golden Triangle Cartel she has a habit of being overly critical of others.

Paranoid Perfectionist

Nak is self-demanding, she doesn’t take failure lightly. This leads to her paranoia of not being properly prepared. She becomes aggressive out of frustration if her ability isn’t to her liking.

TRIVIA

Nak is a shortened version of “phayanak” the mythical water serpent in Laos, it’s also the Lao pronunciation of “Naga” which is her Uncle’s name in the field.

Her face paint draws reference to how snake teeth are shown in Phayanak statues. There are multiple snake motifs in her design. Is the design practical? No, she just likes standing out in that way.

Nak cuts her own bangs (long blunt bangs) she doesn’t trust anyone with cutting them.

Has a lot of upper body and lower body strength; she can lift things heavier than her and calisthenics skills (handstands, full planches, etc.)

Often, most people's First impressions of her is that she's "Unsettling."

[your-oddities]

☆ • Jam headcanons !! • ☆

(Spoilers , of course. Nothing too big though. So don’t fret!!)

-Jay’s hands are cold. Frigid. Zero circulation. So when Tim first found this out, he held Jay’s hands for five solid minutes until Jay had to get back to what video he was editing. Hand holding is now a regular thing for them.

-Tim has always had this need to feel independent. He just hates relying on someone else in fear of being a burden. So he feels somewhat guilty whenever Jay buys him anything. Too bad Jay’s love language is gift giving.

-Great segway into saying that Jay’s love language is gift giving, with physical touch being a close second. Tim prefers quality time. Though they make it work somehow.

-While they both get anxiety talking to strangers, Tim’s more than willing to go up to somebody for Jay. Especially if it’s someone that could potentially be connected with The Operator. Tim knows first hand how easily it is for Jay to rub someone the wrong way. He’s found it’s easier for him to take the reins in social situations.

-If Marble Hornets was in present day, Jay would send cute cat videos to Tim with the text “us?”

-Tim is a dry ass texter and Jay hates it. He’s already an over thinker, so Tim uses tone tags (specifically ‘/nm’) to assure Jay he isn’t upset or anything.

-Jay will always wear Tim’s clothes. He used to find the smell of cigarettes too much, but after meeting Tim, it brings him so much joy. Prompting him to wear Tim’s jackets often.

-Tim, of course, noticed the first couple of times.

“Is that my jacket?”

“…”

“..no.”

“? … okay.”

-He stopped trying after that.

-I headcanon them to both flail in their sleep. This leads up to many nights of them getting smacked in the face by one another.

-So, as much as they love each other’s company, they sleep in separate beds. Or with a pillow in between their sleeping bodies. It’s the only way for a night to not turn into an unconscious smack down.

-Tim can handle spicy food well, though Jay can’t. That doesn’t stop him from taking a bite of Tim’s spicy food at a restaurant often.

-Jay spits it out onto a napkin and chugs his entire water. Tim watches across from him, trying desperately not to laugh.

-Tim shaved his beard one time without telling Jay. Jay was left wondering why his boyfriend was in the bathroom for so long. After a few minutes, Tim emerges clean shaven.

-Took a while for Jay to get over grieving the lack of hair on his face. He’ll still wake up in the middle of the night — well after Tim has grown his beard out again — haunted by the image… /j

-Tim accidentally stumbled upon Jay’s yearbook once. Safe to say Jay never heard the end of it about his highschool haircut.

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Thanks for making it to the end!! Love you, reader. Take care. ♡

[lagoonalake]

SEVENTEEN IDEAL TYPE PART 2

Part 1 here

DK

Personality: 4 of pentacles, 9 of swords, the lovers

Someone home oriented, strong nurturing vibe, someone who can be a bit stubborn, a bit anxiety prone, I’m hearing the typical mom lol, while he’ll be the funny relaxed dad, relationship oriented, kinda clingy a bit jealous type, a bit feisty, practical, possessive, stable, more predictable, very affectionate and loving, romantic, queen of the house, the boss at home cancer, leo, taurus, virgo

Appearance: 3 of cups, 6 of wands, strength

Another air sign, another one for who looks aren’t too important! XD it’s more about the connection, and that this person he is with is nice and friendly, that being said, he likes someone who looks strong, confident, may like red hair, or the color red, orange, warm colors, shorter, curvier types that are a bit feisty, big hair, strong shapely legs leo, sagittarius, aquarius

Turn offs: knight of swords, 10 of wands, justice

People who are too energetic, impulsive, always on the move, cold and calculating, unfeeling and overly rational or detached, people who are “exhausting”, too talkative or are party poopers, always spreading negative energy around them negative aries, aquarius, gemini, saturn

MINGYU

Personality: ace of cups, 9 of swords, queen of swords

Charming, intelligent people, elegant, sophisticated, rational, well spoken, balanced people, icy exterior, plays hard to get and has this cold aura but is actually sensitive, someone who he’d managed to tease and get a reaction from even if they are usually so well behaved and in control, a thinker, strategist, possibly tends to be attracted to people who are depressed that he can cheer up, someone with a sense of humor, witty libra, air signs, virgo, saturn, venus

Appearance: the lovers, ace of swords, the hanged man

Romantic looking, like the typical romantic lead in a movie/drama, classic timeless beauty, harmonious features, long straight hair, lighter colors, princess vibes, slim shapely body, hourglass figure, feminine, well designed bone structure, clear voice, beautiful well kept hands, soft clear skin libra, capricorn, venus, neptune

Turn offs: 8 of cups, 9 of wands, knight of cups

Someone outside of his environment or usual circle, someone who makes the first step, makes it easy for him, or pines over him (he wants to be the chaser), someone who looks unhealthy or doesn’t take care of themselves (like Joshua, looks are important for him and he thinks he is handsome so he only accept people who he’d consider as beautiful as him, conventionally good looking), someone who is kinda detached from celebrity lifestyle and would think of it as shallow or unimportant scorpio, aquarius, sagittarius, pluto

THE8

Personality: 10 of swords, 9 of cups, the magician

Someone who has gone through a lot, very intelligent and knowledgeable, someone who despite their hardships is positive and calm, chill, mature, motherly vibes, hippie vibes, someone sensual, the sexual bond is important, someone with a sense of humor, good with words, healing presence, independent and resourceful, probably older than him or with a lot of life experience, generous aquarius, scorpio, cancer, jupiter

Appearance: 3 of cups, 10 of pentacles, 2 of pentacles

Another one who doesn’t care much about looks, mostly that this person is reliable and that physically they “are not too mismatched”, so maybe similar build to him, looks etc… likes a nurturing vibes with a steady reassuring presence, deeper voice, darker warm brownish colors capricorn, cancer, taurus

Turn off: 2 of pentacles, 5 of wands, ace of swords

Conditional love, for some reason he wants someone who can gives love unconditionally without ever expecting anything in return (I’m getting a bit of an imbalance here though, like he expect the person to give all the time), argumentative people, cold detached overly practical people, people who are too stubborn, people who bring up things that he doesn’t want to hear libra, virgo, capricorn, aries

SEUNGKWAN

Personality: judgement, the magician, 8 of cups

I feel like he wants a savior, someone who can help him make a sort of transition in his life, someone very positive with very intense decisive energy who can help him turn things around, someone outside of the industry, intelligent and who can make things happen, strong and independent, positive and with a light hearted yet intense energy, witty, excellent communicator, a way with words, healing words, charismatic, funny, good sense of humor gemini, scorpio, pluto, mercury

Appearance: page of cups, 9 of cups, the magician

Someone with a big smile, kind, happy looking, round youthful face, friendly and approachable, short hair, possibly darker skin, cute and cuddly, “huggable”, someone with an expressive face who can look a bit mischievous mercury, gemini, sagittarius, jupiter, leo

Turn offs: 3 of swords, 9 of wands, 8 of pentacles

Depressed, sad, negative people, people who are on the defensive, always looking for a fight, pessimism, workoholics, people who complain all the time, people who are false, untrustworthy and backstabby negative scorpio, aries, capricorn

VERNON

Personality: 2 of swords, 2 of wands, the devil

People who are a bit confusing lol, who make him wait, with strong sexual magnetism, sexy, sensual, passionate, people who are relationship oriented, people who are more balanced when making a decision, who think before acting, intelligent , open minded, is attracted to a bit of danger or a challenge scorpio, libra, pisces

Appearance: knight of swords, the tower, wheel of fortune

Lean, tall, dramatic appearance, striking, expressive, sharp features, defined musculature, someone who stands out even if they are not conventionally beautiful, androgynous style and features, can be attracted to people of all ethnicities, likes diversity, dark skin, short hair, could like a good dancer, street style, modern looking, city vibes, dark colors, rocker style aquarius, uranus, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: 6 of swords, 5 of wands, the hierophant

Someone seemingly too easy going or calm, someone who forces him to do something (he hates being told what to do or being advised lol), someone overly argumentative, stubborn, narrow minded, overly traditional, boring, predictable, someone who looks or acts like everyone else or the way it’s expected to, someone who cares too much about their image taurus, virgo, libra, cancer

DINO

Personality: the emperor, 4 of wands, page of coins

Someone with leadership qualities, who can take charge of the relationship, strong and rational, with a good head on their shoulders, protective, independent, someone he would respect, someone marriage material interested in building something cozy and stable that would last, someone trustworthy and honest, charismatic, with authority, fun-loving, who likes to have a good time, responsible yet knows how to relax, happy, who can enjoy life to the fullest, enterprising and positive leo, aries, libra, taurus

Appearance: page of coins, page of swords, the hermit

Fresh, natural beauty, roundish face, small features, petite compact body, expressive intelligent eyes, cat face, more light colors, white, light blue, clean, simple aesthetic mercury, aquarius, gemini, virgo

Turn offs: 10 of swords, death, strength

Someone messy, whose life is in shambles, someone who always seems to be in survival or crisis mode, overly intense or emotional people, people who have a bunch of issues, health issues, family issues (he doesn’t want any extra baggage lol), people who struggle all the time scorpio, pluto, uranus, mars

[astrow0rldx]

Kamala Harris vs Donald Trump Astrology Reading (PART ONE)

Birth Charts, Synastry & The Astrology of the Election Day <33

Small notes: Humanitarian vs Money-Man?? 2 Clowns?? (not in a bad way. funny but could be 2 faced) Pretty Party Girl vs Popular Rich Man?? (THIS IS ALL FROM THE BIRTH CHART)

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PARTY GIRL. Kamala Harris Sun (Who she is/Self-Identity & ego) is in libra (love/romance/beauty/art/attraction) pretty girl! also an air sign so her personality & ego is just a loving, aesthetic, attractive, sensual girl who needs mental stimulation and is probably social & connecting. Moon (Inner self/what she does to feel comfortable & secure/Deal with her emotions) is in Aries. Adrenaline, Taking Initiative, Beginning/Starting, Daredevil, Doing, Risk-Taking. Also a fire sign. So to her inner soul, naturally acts as a fiery Aries for comfort & security within. Her Rising sign (outlook on this world, her perception & how others perceive her, her interactive body) is in Gemini clever, witty, funny. they can be either over thinkers, and cause a lot of anxiety & thoughts. or they can just be really quick, witty & clever because their mind is racing, & smart. likes to be mentally stimulated. Double Air & Ruled by Mercury she is definitely a great conversationist, writer, speaker, debater. That Aries Moon her natural self, and her mars planet being in the 3 house of where she has to communicate, process, think, speak. WHAT SHE SAY. if Donald trump has to say something SAY IT TO MY FACE. she wasn't playing, people tend to not take Gemini Risings serious sometimes & Look at them as clowns lol. (Donald Trump is a Gemini Sun also). they could have mask personalities, 2 faced, and their mind is crazy. but she is READY for a debate with Donald trump, that's just who she is. Her mars sign in that house, it's what she primally desires, and rules her chart so naturally comes to her.

Big 3 definitely makes her an exciting, stimulating, person to be around. that's her literal outlook on life as a Gemini rising. While her sun her core personality, will in this life, her sense of self & ego is placed in the area of life where her pleasures & joy is. sex, romance, creativity, partying, drinking, having fun, inner-child, getting loose. 5th house sun baby. Her literal chart ruler is in the 5th house (Mercury), and mercury is how you process, think, your mindset, how you talk & communicate, what stimulates your mind. Definitely seeing her in the spotlight more, we get a taste of how she campaigns. a dive into what makes her comfortable (her Aries moon behavior). but its expressed in the 11th house, of networking, Humanitarism. coming together as a group to revolutionize, invent, wishes. its the house of social media, politics. I SAY WE SHOULD TRUST HER. plus her libra sun she definitely makes it her motive to GET US. to come together, and she's very smart mercury ruled.

Her Chiron is placed in the 10th house. Your Chiron is your trauma & wounds that you become an expert to heal people on. In the 10th house of public image, reputation, social status, career, success, responsibility & place in this world. All while her North Node is your life purpose & who your here to become is in the 1st house of self & self discovery. FIRST BLACK WOMAN (POTIENTIAL) PRESIDENT!!! Saturn is your lessons, karma, responsibility, depression, authoritative, president. Placed in the 9th house of the god house, the house of faith & optimism, the house of mind expansion & learning, the house of traveling & experiencing. With her Lilith being placed in that house. Lilith brings destruction & trauma but it brings power, revenge & liberation!!

Okay Mr. Trump. Your birth chart comes with originally 12 placements (not including adding extra lots/parts, asteroids, etc) which is your planets, north node, & rising sign. WHY IS 6/12 OF THEM SITTING UP THERE, STELLIUMS IN HIS 10TH/11TH HOUSE. (His Sun, Mercury, Venus, Saturn, Uranus, & North Node) All while having his chart be ruled by his Leo Ascendant. MANS MEANT TO BE FAMOUS & KNOWN & SHINE. I mean the other placements like Jupiter, Neptune & Chiron is all in his 2nd house of receiving money, material possessions, value & worth. Jupiter is where your blessings & prosperities. Your luck, optimism, & faith. While Neptune is your fantasies, inspiration, dreams, subconscious, spirituality. But your Chiron is that wounded healer, the traumatized that becomes the expert to help people. (which I heard from a debate, and a trump supporter showed data of him putting JOBS IN THE COMMUNITIES. He was president during the STIMULUS CHECKS I believe. His 10th house of public image, & reputation. your place in this world, responsibility, career & success. Is in his sun WHAT RULES HIS CHART (who he is, his will, his personality, his ego & sense of identity/self.) DUHHHHH mr. cocky popular. and his uranus in the 10th, uranus is freak, weird, inventive, revolutionizing stuff. thats definitely his public image is weird & different. His mercury (communication, mindset, processing skills, writing, internet, local environment, social media/neighborhood.) in his 11th house LMFAOOO. Bruh that's why the network & broadcast EVERYTHING THIS MAN SAY. you cannot change a news channel MSNBC, FOX, always quoting something or just talking about him in general. and that's why he's so good with his words, and connecting his mindset, communication & stuff to groups of people. His Venus is also there so he gets love from groups, communities. Really good at making friends & fans. But his Saturn is also there where his lessons, karma, responsibility, CAREER, PUBLIC IMAGE, is.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

◉ 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

◉ 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜

◉ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 (𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲)

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Your appearance. You may struggle with the way you look and not like it (especially since Saturn also represents our insecurities)

》 Your outlook on life. You may struggle with having a positive outlook on life. Learn to be more optimistic because this can hold you back

》 Initiating. You may struggle to take action in life out of fear that something will go wrong. Learn to push yourself because this can hold you back

》 Athletics. You may not be the most athletic person in the world and could be bad at sports

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Self discipline. You may struggle to push yourself and make yourself do things you don’t wanna do. Don’t let your motivation be the only thing that drives you because motivation will come and go. You have to work even when you don’t want to and when you’re feeling unmotivated

》 Self esteem/self love. You may have a low self esteem or just struggle to show yourself enough love because you’re always to busy giving love to others

》 Finances. This does not indicate being poor! That is a misconception about this placement. The 2nd house rules over how we use our money and store it so, this can indicate struggles with saving money and using your money responsibly ⟶ more info on money houses

》 Being too attached to the material world. The 2nd house represents materialism so often people with this placement hold too much value in worldly possessions

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Communicating/speaking. You may struggle to communicate to others how you’re feeling or have some type of issue with your speaking (ex: speech impediment)

》 Your mind. You may be a slow thinker or struggle mentally in some way (ex: adhd, anxiety, depression, autism, etc)

》 Gossiping. You may struggle with letting go over others opinions of you and let people talking negatively about you get to you

》 Literature/math. You may struggle with reading, writing, or mathematics and have to work hard to understand these subjects

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Your family or mother. You may struggle to have a good relationship with your family or mother. This could also mean your family holds you back in some way from achieving your goals

》 Your comfort zone. You may struggle to come out of your comfort zone but this can really hold you back in life

》 Your houses/homes. You may come across struggles involving the residences you buy (for ex: someone I know had this placement and the first house they bought was infested with rats that they didn’t know about for a month). This can also just indicate not purchasing your own house until later in life

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Romance. You may be someone that struggles a lot with your love life

》 Talent. This doesn’t usually mean you lack talent it most likely just means you struggle to find what you’re talented at and may figure out at a later age

》 Happiness. The 5th house does represent joy so these people are prone to having depression and struggling to see the good in life

》 Fertility. If you’re a women with this placement then you may struggle with fertility issues

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Health. Don’t worry, this does not mean you’re going to have lots of health issues! It can just mean that you struggle with dieting/fitness and pushing yourself to be healthy

》 Self improvement. You may struggle with pushing yourself daily to become a better person

》 Keeping a routine. You may struggle to have a consistent schedule that helps you grow as a person

》 Pessimism. You may be overly critical of yourself or others sometimes. This will hold you back. You need to be more optimistic

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Long term relationships/marriage. Similar to saturn in the 5th house this can cause struggles with your love life (don’t worry because this isn’t always the case it could just mean you marry someone older, someone’s who’s really mature, or that you get married later in life)

》 Enemies. You may naturally attract lots of conflict and enemies into your life that are challenging even when you aren’t the one who started these conflicts (Celebrity example: Selena Gomez)

》 Conflict. You may struggle handle conflict maturely or to meet in the middle with others/compromise

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Intimacy. This doesn’t always mean sexual intimacy is something you struggle with (although it can) it could just mean becoming intimate with people in general and letting them develop a deep connection with you is something that’s a challenge for you due to fear (which could possibly stem from trauma)

》 Major transformation. Transformation is something that’s hard for everyone but with this placement it may be especially hard for you to adapt to change

》 Longevity. You may struggle to do anything long term because you seek constant change 24/7. It’s challenging for you to adapt to new environments

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 The law. You may encounter a lot of challenges in your life involving the law

》 Religion. There may be challenges in your life involving your religion. Not always but sometimes this can indicate that a church you’re a part of is holding you back in life

》 Higher education. College/Uni may be something that you struggle with (many people with this placement are college dropouts). This could also mean that you just have/had to work really hard to get a college degree

》 Viewpoints/close mindedness. You may struggle with understanding other peoples viewpoints because you may be a little close minded

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Your career. This doesn’t mean you’ll never gain success this can just mean career success comes a bit late for you or that you come across major challenges before gaining career success

》 Your public image. You may struggle with not caring about the publics opinion of you

》 Your father/fatherly figure. You and your father may have a challenging relationship or he may hold you back in life somehow

》 Accomplishing long term goals. You may struggle to constantly set goals for yourself or accomplishing long term goals that you set for yourself

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Friends. You may be someone that struggles to make friends or just struggle to make friends your age

》 Manifestations. If you’ve taken on the challenging traits of this placement then you may struggle to manifest things into your life solely because of self doubt. The way to fix this is (as weird as it sounds) to be delusional in your capabilities and fully believe in yourself no matter what anyone else says

》 Money. The 11th house represents financial gains so sometimes with this placement it can be harder to attain wealth. You must work really hard for money. This doesn’t mean wealth is completely out of reach for you it just means that if you do become wealthy it will be at a later age after lots of hard work and challenges

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

》 Mental health. This house represents your mental health so often people with this placement will struggle with mental disorders (ex: depression, schizophrenia, etc)

》 Sleeping. Many people with this placement struggle with sleep in some way (ex: insomnia, sleep paralysis, etc)

》 Fears. Your fears may be something that hold you back a lot. You must push yourself a lot in order to overcome this

》 Isolation. Similar to saturn in the 11th house sometimes this placement can make it hard for you to keep friends not because you’re not friendly/likable but because you tend to isolate yourself a lot

𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗼𝗻

© 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[clemymimi]

Michikatsus opinion and attitude around his father, how he dealt with the societal expectations around him and how this plays into his relationship with yoriichi.. as well as a brief explanation for yoriichi being a source of hatred towards michikatsu because yoriichi reminds him of his trauma

Michikatsus relationship towards his father during his younger years is very difficult to pin down in simple words tbh. But michikatsu has always been an individual thinker even whilst being fed lies by others. He has always thought for himself. Even under muzans command, he is remarkably independent whereas other demons are delusional. You can never truly entrap michikatsus mind, he will always think for himself. As such it is safe to say that michikatsu noticed the lack of logic in his father's words and chose not to believe them.

It is also the lack of logic and superstition that his father utilised that lead michikatsu to think him pathetic, and for michikatsu to also develop a strong aversion to superstitions.

At the same time though, whilst he was still younger, michikatsu definitely hedged a fear for his father. Or rather, a subtle restless anxiety as he felt quite vulnerable due to the difference in their height and the way his father always used to emotionally loom over him and condition him into becoming the perfect weapon. After yoriichi had left, michikatsu lost about all respect for their father. Especially when his fathers health started to become frail and he couldn't mister up the strength to be the family head anymore. Michikatsu saw what his father had become and deemed him even more pathetic. As michikatsu grows in height and strength and their father loses his strength, michikatsu feels more in control of their dynamic but this underlying restlessness just won't dissipate regardless of his age. Michikatsu is always extremely on his guard around his father and heavily detaches himself around his father. After yoriichi had left michikatsu had been detaching himself from reality and his emotions rather heavily in general because his consciousness did not deem it safe for him to actually feel his emotions as he did not consider it to be a healthy environment. Michikatsu himself eventually forgets that he is living in a constant state of detachment at all and falsely believes his life to be 'peaceful' after his father had died and he had children. After his father's death, michikatsu felt relief and nothing apart from that.

Michikatsu calls his days peaceful somewhat boring and tranquil. Now I've already talked about the fact that michikatsu calling something 'peaceful' is not necessarily a positively connotated word and that is still true. Additionally the word tranquil is positively connotated but the imagery of 'tranquil days' seems quite ironic to me. Michikatsu calls his days boring as well.. how could boring and tranquil be a good combination? It means that even amongst peaceful times, michikatsu remains restless and the time of the world flows agonisingly slow. This all changes when yoriichi steps back into the picture and michikatsu does not only come across his mirror image/judge, he comes across his emotions once more! Yoriichi has repeatedly been shown to trigger michikatsus/kokushibos emotions in the manga whereas nothing else can cause him to erupt emotionally. And see here.. michikatsu sees yoriichi and boom those emotions are instantly soaring and the accumulated time starts to flow! Accumulated? Hmm that means to 'build up' or to 'gradually gather or aquire sth' hmm..... so time did not just speed up again, yoriichi caused for michikatsus perception of time to release something that had been gathering at the back of michikatsus mind for years and years now as though it had been stuck, and allowed it to flow once more..

Yoriichi stopped michikatsus cycle of detachment and michikatsu is now hit with his emotions and trauma he has been trying his hardest suppressing (so much so, that he entirely forgot that he even possessed the trauma in the first place) .. oh boy that can't possibly be good, can it? Michikatsu at least seems to think so.

But yeah michikatsu still went along with society because even though he is an individual thinker, he is not very good at stepping out of line or in disobeying. He understands and criticises the constraints of so society yet he makes no attempt to break free of them or to act out against them- this Is because he never felt it safe to do so, and he has never learned how to.

So in conclusion I would have to say: although michikatsu recognised the illogical behaviour of his father regarding yoriichi and although he tried to comfort and be there for yoriichi during their childhood to the best of his abilities, he never once tried to defy the system , and if he did, took care to do it secretly. One can say that until yoriichi found him again when they were seventeen, michikatsu always did precisely what was asked of him inspite of his own scepticism and individual mind not being particularly enamoured with most concepts.

So yes, michikatsu never had a rebellious phase until he decided to abandon his family to follow yoriichi. All of his rebellious bouts are actually surrounding yoriichi, because he actively defies society by chasing after yoriichi on his own accord and free will. Something michikatsu has never done before.

Michikatsu as a demon slayer is now the most free he has ever been, his entire life is now in his own hands and he is grappling with all of the issues society has left him with as well as his complicated relationship with yoriichi. Even outside of society's grasp he still feels trapped by different barriers between him and his happiness, as well as him and yoriichi. Tragically yoriichi has ever been the only thing michikatsu actively rebelled for to achieve. He does not do any of this for himself, not deeming himself good enough on an unconscious level.

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All Saints Street Infection Au!

I know I cant be the only one whose tiktok fyp is full of mlp infection videos atm and if theres one thing i love its SMASHING my interests together like theyre fucking cymbals SO HERES THE FIRST POST OF MY WSJ VIRUS/APOCALYPSE AU...

The breakdown is this:

A virus breaks out which can affect humans and monsters alike. There is no known cure except for swift amputation of the infected area. Once a certain amount of time has passed, it's too late for this to happen, and the diseased will slowly succumb to a mutated state, before finally death.

Angels, for the first few weeks of the viruses existence, are found to be naturally immune to the disease. It's theorised that this is because of their purifying properties.

Neil is infected with the disease by the fourth week since the outbreak, and by week five is in the middle stages. He hasn't told anyone out of fear, and also out of denial and the belief he'll just get better. He doesn't. At some point, he struggles to hide his symptoms anymore and Lily is the one to discover his infection. Together they make the difficult decision that Lily will have to kill Neil as an act of mercy before he gets any worse and becomes dangerous. Lynn hears Lily crying, and finds her sobbing over Neil's body. The two return to camp and are forced to tell Nick what happened - they are unable to bring Neil back with them because of the infection risk.

Lily has taken the role of defending the makeshift camp from the mutated late-stage diseased. She is ambitious, but Neil's death is traumatic for her and she often finds her brain foggy and dull where she used to be concentrated and sharp. After a small injury, Lynn begs and even forbids Lily from fighting off the diseased until she is fully healed, but Lily can't cope with the thought of putting more people, especially her brother, in danger by not fighting. While defending the base, Lily becomes overwhelmed and while her death is brutal, it is at the very least, swift.

Nick is bitten on the lower leg very early on, and Lynn has to amputate in order to stop the disease from spreading. This is successful, but it does leave Nick with a severe disadvantage. Despite this, he is very resourceful, a fast thinker and a great resource at the base. After Neil's death, he goes into denial, partially blaming himself for not keeping a closer eye on his little brother. As time goes on, the nightmares and dreams about Neil become too much for him, and he almost stops sleeping altogether. This only furthers his worsening mental health, and he slowly becomes more impulsive and aggressive.

Lynn originally served as a medic and healer for the group, being the one to deal with wounds and examine potential infections. Despite being the most calm and put-together individual at the start of the outbreak, he suffers a brutal downfall. Shortly after the news comes out that the virus has mutated so that angels are no longer immune, Lynn loses the vast majority of his wings to a mutant - and only a few days after, Lily is killed in a similar incident. After losing Lily and suffering severe physical and psychological trauma, Lynn is reduced to a state where he very rarely speaks or does anything other than stare off into the distance. Nick and he still spend a lot of time together despite this, even if there is not much conversation to be had.

Characters that I haven't drawn in this AU yet:

Abu's anxieties become his saviour - by barricading himself in his own shelter and rarely leaving, Abu manages to survive despite minor injuries through sheer isolation. This does mean however, that he is needed more and more as others begin to succumb to the illness. Will he be able to overcome his fear, or is it better to stay holed up until a cure is found?

Ira gets infected during the fifth week, but the virus goes unnoticed in him for quite a while, as he does not show regular symptoms and is a bit of an anomaly. He also does not know he has been infected until he begins to lose himself. By the time Ira knows what's happening, he's already too far gone.

Damao is infected by a stray dog very early into the outbreak. He quickly notices his body beginning to rot and fearing for the safety of his friends, he runs away and goes into hiding. The next time the group sees damao, he has to fight for internal control in order not to hurt anyone, and does so for just enough time for the group to escape. The time after that, the group run into a horribly mutated monster that barely resembles a canine anymore.

Luis is confused at first about his potential immunity - he's already a zombie, but as it would seem, this virus is a different beast entirely, so he's not as immune as he thought. He manages to last a while, despite losing several body parts, but he too eventually is infected by a mutant, and transforms before the group.

Momo was one of the first to be infected, catching the virus from a stray cat. She is the reason that the group realise the severity and true horror of the virus - seeing her mutilated state is enough to convince anyone to abandon the city and run for a rural area to go into hiding.

Crystal is tough and is used to fighting. She doesn't hesitate to put mutants out of their misery, even though their screams haunt her later. By virtue of her toughness and perseverance, she is able to be one of the few survivors, but she struggles to deal with the amount of blood on her hands, even if she knows it was the only thing she could have done.

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nova-caine ♒︎

Pairing: Bloodsport X afab!Reader

WARNING: SMUT/EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! Mentions of murder, death, abuse, alcohol, weapons, violence, etc.

Prompt: That noise… keep making it. @delusionisaplace

Suicide Sqaud: Bloodsport & Nova

Heavy breathing. Filled with fear. Tears cascading rapidly down my cheeks. Wounds and bruises scattered across my skin like horrible confetti. Whispers can be heard from every direction. THEY WON’T SHUT UP! I can’t go back. I CAN’T! Don't look back. Don’t stop running. I can’t stop now. I’m not far enough. I must hide. Where? WHERE?! No time to think about that. I CAN’T STOP! SHE’S COMING! But she’s dead. SHE’S COMING FOR ME! Go. FASTER! WHERE DO I GO?! Suddenly all the whispers were silent. All that could be heard was the snapping of the twigs below my bare feet. Upon realizing the whispers had gone silent, I came to a halt. The silence was deafening. It hurt; it made me more fearful. Frantically looking in every direction. No. No! NO! I fell to my knees. Skin crawling. NO! SHE’S STILL HERE! I can feel her. I quickly looked up and —

I gasped awake. Frantically searching. Searching for her. The woods that surrounded me. Instead I was kneeling on the cold floor of my cell. I hectically scoot back against the cold painted brick wall. Feeling an anxiety attack coming along. I suddenly began to break down. Crying uncontrollably.

It took me a while to calm down. However, when I did, the sun had just begun to rise and a loud buzz sounded, indicating our cell doors had been opened; and it was now morning. But I don’t move from my spot. I didn’t realize how long I’d been sitting there, staring into space, until my name had been called.

“Nova. Can you come with me?” Ms. Waller asked in a semi soft tone, though it surely wasn’t a question, with a knock on my open cell door. With a nod of my head, knowing I didn’t have a choice, I stood and joined the group she had in tow. Seems to me as I was the last to join them. There was a gigantic shark human hybrid? A groggy Cleo and three other unknown men. One of which I caught staring at me. Though when eye contact was established he looked away. He seemed to have a permanent scowl or mean mug, if you will, upon his face. I tried not to pay any of them any mind. I just wanted to get this mission over with. We all went to get prepared for Ms. Waller’s explanation of our “objective” for this “mission”.

~~~

After getting mini bomb explosives injected into our necks, we were brought to a dimly lit room that resembled a classroom. May as well be called one, reason being, Ms. Waller stands at the front giving her ‘lecture’ presentation. Giving us the run around on why we’re doing this mission, what it’s about and who’s involved. We sat listening, scattered in different rows of seats. 

“Your mission is to infiltrate Jotunheim and destroy every trace of project starfish.” Ms. Waller ended her lecture. “How are we supposed to get in?” Said the British guy with the staring problem, whose name I’ve come to realize is, Bloodsport? Ms. Waller then spoke, “Gaius Grieves, the Thinker, is a geneticist in charge of Project Starfish.” she briefly paused, “After hours, he hangs out at a gentlemen’s club known as, La Gatita Amable. Get Grieves to help you by whatever means necessary, and he can get you into Jotunheim.” She finished. The lights came back on. “Any questions?” She asked us all. Cleo asked about a projector no longer in use. Irrelevant. Peacemaker? Asked about a connection between starfish and buttholes? Stupid. Nanaue asked about his hand. Adorable. “We’re all gonna die.” Bloodsport stated as a matter of fact, annoyance ridden in his tone. “I hope so.” Polka-Dot Man weirdly stated. I turned to look questionably at their interaction.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Bloodsport with a roll of his eyes. When he caught my eye, I turned back around in my seat, with a sigh.

~~~

We swam to the shore of this island. The feeling of the cool water against me was very relaxing. Though the sensation was short lived; as we approached the shore. As we were walking there was a rumbling explosion on the other side of the island. The unexpected loud noise made me jump with a gasp. The group turned their attention to the explosion and briefly sent glances my way at my fear. Bloodsport quickly pulled out his weapon, “Control, we have a disturbance south of here.” He said into the comm as he pointed his weapon. “It’s just a diversion, Bloodsport.” Waller replied.

Bloodsport led us through the jungle, I tuned out their conversation as I unknowingly fell slightly behind. I began to hear those whispers I despised. Feel the chills that brought me nothing but horrible thoughts and fear. That brought me back there. When I looked up, the group was no longer in front of me. I looked in every direction. But suddenly, I was; back in the woods. Running from her. My own mother. A powerful, wicked, witch that never ceases to haunt me. Chasing me.

I was suddenly tackled to the ground. I only saw her. I fight with all my might to get her off. Refraining from using my powers. The last time I did that I—

“Calm down! It’s me!” I heard a British accent. I blinked a couple of times to find that it was Bloodsport on top of me, restraining me from causing him anymore harm. Him holding me down was triggering my anxiety and claustrophobia. My breathing picked up as I began to panic; it made me think of her. “Let me go!” I yelled breathlessly. I broke down as he immediately let go of me. I scooted out from under him, bringing my knees to my chest and slowly looked up to find his eyes staring back at me with a confused and concerned expression. I stared at him with tear filled eyes. “Breathe. I’m not gonna hurt you, love.” He started, calmly, with his hands up in surrender. “I just wanna help you.” He stated. “We set up camp. I noticed you got left behind. I just came to find you, and I saw you running.” He explained. I put my head down to hide from him.

“Why?” My head shot back up upon hearing his voice. He took notice of my confusion and continued, “Why were you running, love?” He asked. “Just another vision.” I replied plainly. “A vision?” He questioned. “Something like that. A flashback. An episode whatever you’d like to call it.” I nodded as I wiped the tears from my face. “What, like a psychic?” He asked, genuinely confused, but with a hint of sarcasm. I scowled at him, “No.” I rolled my eyes and stood up, as did he. I could feel him eyeing me intently for what seemed like forever. “Can we go, please?” I crossed my arms over my chest, avoiding eye contact with him. “Sure.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug. He began to lead us back to where we’ll be camping for the night. “What do you do?” he asked. “What?” I responded in a tone of confusion. “What’s your superpower? Like your ability.” He continued.

I hesitated but I decided to tell him. “I’m a witch.” I stated, annoyed. “Hm.” He hummed. “What?” I asked, taken aback and slightly offended. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “No. What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped with my arms folded atop my chest. He turned, “Never seen a real witch before. Thought those only existed in the stories.” He said mockingly. “I’ll prove it.” I said confidently. I unfolded my arms and took a deep breath. I let the words of magic fall from my lips in a mumble. As I stared into his eyes, he started to get fidgety. 

“You feel that?” I asked in a condescending tone. I slowly took small steps toward him. “That heat.” I continued. When I got closer he shivered. “And what about that? That tingle?” I taunted. Inches away from him; as I got closer he backed away. His breath hitched when his back hit a tree. “And that?” I chuckled. “That arousal.” I whispered in a low sultry tone; our faces mere inches away from each other. I brought my hand up between us and slowly balled it into a fist. He let out a low shaky groan; almost whimper, briefly making my knees weak. “That noise… keep making it.” He watched as I untightened my fist and placed my palm in the center of his chest; and with the other, I hovered over his arousal. “May I?” I asked for his consent; staring into his soul through his eyes, making sure he couldn’t look away.

He hesitated; but he eventually nodded in agreement. I raised a brow at him, “Yes.” He gritted. I softly laid my other hand on his erection. I closed my eyes briefly, letting go of my hold on our eye contact. When I opened them his head was resting against the tree, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “Can you feel that Robert?” He released a strained groan in response. I pulled back with a low chuckle. His eyes shot open to glare down at me. “What the hell was that for? Why’d you stop?” He lowly shouted in that heavy British accent, so as not to alert anyone. “Because, we’re not here for that. Plus, we don’t want them to come looking for us do we?” I asked as I continued on our previous path.

~~~

After trying to kill Nanaue for almost eating Cleo, traveling to find Flag; who we found out was also on the island along with others, killing a lot of the Freedom Fighters, hearing Krill’s story on his interdimensional virus; that was caused by his evil scientist mother, and killing guards to get Milton to drive us through town to La Gatita Amable; We all sit in the van in normal clothing to “blend in”.

Cleo asked Robert why he was so afraid of rat’s leading to the story of her father. I sat in the seat behind Cleo while she told the story of her father’s death due to his “burden’s”. Which led to Robert telling us about his father locking him in a crate full of starving rats for 24 hours as a punishment when he was just a young boy. Followed by a heartfelt, adorable moment between Cleo and Robert.

We’re now seated in the club that Waller mentioned. La Gatita Amable. “So when’s this “Thinker” guy supposed to be here?” Rick questioned. “Supposed to be in the next few hours.” Cleo answered. “Looks like we gotta find something to do to pass the time. Uh, miss?” said Peacemaker. He called over a waitress and ordered drinks for the table. “I’m okay. I don’t drink.” I stated. “Why?” he asked. I didn’t get a chance to respond; not that I wanted to. “Hey, Pissmaker. We’re on a mission.” Robert insulted. “Easy, Inspector Gadget. Little drink never hurt nobody.” He joked. “Except for the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.” Krill abruptly stated. “Come on, DuBois. This could be our last drink.” Ignoring Krill, Rick placed his arm on Robert's shoulder. The waitress came with drinks. “Just one.” Robert said to Peacemaker, giving in. 

I left the table to go sit at the bar and I got a glass of water. Robert and I kept exchanging glances at one another. He eventually got up from the table to walk over to me.

“You never told your story.” That British accent said from beside me. Robert sat down next to me and ordered another drink. I scoffed, “You don’t wanna hear my story.” I told him. “Oh but I do.” He smiled slightly as his drink was placed in front of him. I hesitated but I saw a persistent look in his eyes, he isn't the type to give up easily. I took a deep breath, “Well, my mother was a powerful, wicked and evil witch.” I said enunciating on ‘wicked’. I hesitated, “She performed powerful and most times very painful rituals on me.” I paused. “She was very narcissistic and manipulative.” “She abused me when the rituals didn’t go her way. Always told me hurtful things.” “...Killed people.” “I can’t count how many near death experiences I had at the hands of my mother.” “My mother?” I scoffed. “And she never cared, she just kept on like I was a doll for her to play with… and not her daughter. A human being.” I looked at Robert and saw him fiddling in thought.

“She got rid of anyone who ever loved me; in any kind of way. Just to control me; and keep doing rituals on me…” “Abusing me.” “...hurting…me.” I finished lowly; trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I propped my elbow on the bar and rested my hand over my mouth. Out of nowhere I got the urge to be spontaneous; so I grabbed Robert’s glass and chugged what was left in it. When I looked at Rob he was already staring at me, with an expression I couldn’t depict the meaning behind.

“What?” I questioned. “Nothing. Just– I understand where you’re coming from.” He said sympathetically. “We’re a lot alike, y’know?” “I know. The story you told about your father.” I responded. He nodded, looking down at his hands. “But I killed my mother.” I stated, staring off into space. “That’s the big difference between what happened to us both.” I said, looking toward him with so much pain behind my dark brown eyes. “I got fed up. I’m no better than she is because everything she did to me I did right back to her.” I scoffed, shaking my head as tears threatened to fall. “After, I ran into the woods.” I paused. “Thing is…a witch’s spirit never dies.” “They still hold the power of magic from the other side. She still haunts me to this day.” “At certain moments, I’m back there. Back in those woods with her evil spirit chasing me.” “I see her and kill her over and over but I can never escape her.” “What I thought was her—” I cut myself off.

“Wasn’t her, was it?” He asked for confirmation. I shook my head. “That’s what happened in the jungle that night, when I found you, you saw her?” I nodded, wiping my face of tears. “I got caught. That’s how I ended up at good ole’ Belle Reve.” I let out a breathy laugh, avoiding eye contact. However, I still felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head. He stared at me for what felt like forever “Excuse me.” I got off the barstool and headed toward the bathroom. I stared in the mirror at myself. I don't know who I am nor what I see. Who am I outside of her?

I bent down to put water on my face. When I stood up I dried my face with a paper towel then I began trying to fix my hair. Then, I heard the door to the bathroom open. “Occu– pied” I stopped everything I was doing when I saw Robert walking into the restroom, through the mirror. He closed the door behind him and locked said door. I threw away the paper towel in my hand and placed my hands on the sink leaning my weight into it. “What do you want, Robert.” I said lowering my head avoiding eye contact with the man. When he didn’t respond I looked up to him through the mirror. He was slowly walking toward me. “May I touch you?” He asked. I hesitated but eventually I nodded, granting him the consent he requested. When his front met my back, my breath hitched. He slowly ran his hands up my arms making me stand straight up against him. Unfamiliar with the feeling but still making no effort to escape from it. When I tried lowering my head he stopped me by placing a hand under my chin lifting it.

“I just wanna’ help you, love.” He finally responded, staring at me intently through the mirror. My face softened at the nickname “You can’t help me, Rob.” I told him. “See, I think you’re wrong. We have a lot in common, love, and I think we can help each other out.” He spoke in his low, husky tone. I swiftly turned to face him, having to look up at him, the heels I wore not doing me justice. “How?” I asked. He leaned closer, our faces mere inches apart “I wanna take some of that tension off your shoulders.” He spoke lightly, running the back of his fingers over my shoulders. My eyes flickered down to watch his mouth as his words fell from his lips. “Make you feel good.” He leaned down to softly kiss along my increasing pulse making me pleasantly sigh. “Take your mind off what brings you pain.” He moved to his previous position, staring down into my eyes, tucking my braids behind my ear, letting his fingertips run over my temple. “I think we both could use that right now love, don’t ya’ think?” 

I was so caught up in gazing at his eyes and his lips. “Would you like that, love? Do you want that?” He asked. He lifted my chin to refocus my attention “I need an answer.” His dominance made me weak. Biting my lip to keep from letting a whimper escape from my mouth and letting him know how much control he has gained over my temple. Though, knowing deep inside that he knew the advantage that just fell into his hands. “Yes.” I let a whisper fall from my lips like magic. I look up at him seriously, “I’m trusting you, Robert.” I made clear. “I won’t break that trust, Nova.” He promised me softly. He slowly leaned down closer to me, stopping inches away from my aching lips, waiting for me to close the distance. Wrapping my arms around his neck, closing the distance; feeling everything around me disappear. He softly placed his hands on my waist, closing any distance between our bodies. His touch made my breath hitch and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips. The unknown feeling further weakened me. My body betrayed me; letting a moan slip past my lips and travel into his, unintentionally sending a chill down his spine. The way the kiss gradually became more and more heated made my lust flow down forming a river in the cloth that covered my passion. Running his hands up and down my body sensually caused my legs to betray me; he wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, catching me when I began to fall. Regaining my balance, with his help, he turned me back to face the mirror, pressing my back to his front once again. His mouth explored my neck, licking, sucking and biting, drawing moans from within as my breathing uncontrollably increased. Running his hands over every curve, holding me, caressing me, peeling off the dress that hugged me and letting it fall. My panties being the only clothing left clinging to my hips. Relaxing against him; feeling his hand leading a path down to my throbbing passion. 

When his fingers slipped past the hem of my panties and made contact with my clit, I gasped sharply, throwing my head back against him. I reached to pull him closer, feeling him smile against me. “Have you ever been touched here, sweetheart?” He questioned, tracing his fingertips through my slit, my lust coating them. “Have you, darlin’?” He said into my ear, pinching my clit. “No.” I moaned breathlessly loud.

“How does that feel, baby?” He soothingly circled my clit. I whimpered in response, biting my lip. He placed his other hand around my throat and squeezed lightly. I slightly tensed as my moans became louder. “Relax babe. Tell me how that feels, love.” He coaxed, making shoulders return to their resting position. “So good, baby.” I whimpered, gripping at him. I realized he was still clothed; that wasn’t going to fly with me. I grabbed his wrists, removing his hands. I turned to him, removing his button up and wife beater, discarding them. I pushed him back against a wall and worked on his belt buckle. Unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Mumbling a spell, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his rock hard cock. Letting my magic radiate more intensely than the last time “Oh fuck me. Jesus Christ!” He groaned. I slipped my hand into his boxers and stroked his shaft slowly. “Fuckkk!” He dragged out through his teeth as I caressed his tip. “How does that feel, baby?” I asked, repeating him. “Ha. Very funny.” He hissed and looked up at the ceiling. “Tell me how it feels, love.” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Fuck you.” He groaned, closing his dark brown orbs. I chuckled lightly. I gasped when he abruptly picked me up, turning, and placing me onto the sink. “Not laughing now are you, love?” He wore a cocky smile upon his face.

I grabbed him and crashed our lips together. When I felt Rob’s tongue enter my mouth, butterflies erupted in my belly. I moaned as our tongues fought for dominance. He touched and caressed every part of my body. I grip him for dear life as I bask in the bliss of his affection. He reached down pulling my panties aside and guided his cock to my entrance. Our mouths parted as we gazed into each other's eyes. I nodded giving him a look of confirmation. He slowly pushed into me as we gasped simultaneously at the sensation. He buried his head in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist as he bottomed out. He slowly pulled almost all the way out and gave long, slow strokes in and out of my dripping cunt. I moaned uncontrollably loud. He pulled back, placing his forehead on mine and flashed a smirk. “You like that don't ya’, love?” he chuckled. “Fuck you.” I slightly chuckled with a breathless whine. “As you wish, baby.” he pulled me closer to the edge of the sink. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my legs entrapped his waist.

He tightened his grip on me, making me moan from the affection. His stroke sped up. “Oh fuck!” I moaned breathlessly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “O- Occupied!” I shouted as clearly as I could. He chuckled. I placed my palm flat on his muscle ridden back and looked him right in his mud colored eyes. His body jerked, and his stroke slowed, savoring the feeling of ecstasy. He threw his head back. When his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed I knew exactly what he was feeling. My half lidded eyes watched as I received such a reaction out of him. “Look at me, baby.” I cupped his jaw.

I watched him slowly lower his head only to find him giving me a pleading look. Half lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowed, lip caught between his teeth. I whimpered, that look paired with his length dragging along my velvety walls was blissfully pleasant. I bit my lip, “Don't stop, love, please.” he begged, shaking his head. 

I placed both of my hands along the back of his shoulders, holding on to him. “Faster.” I whispered to him like a spell. He shivered and placed one of his hands on the mirror behind me and the other on the nape of my neck. His slow stroke turned fast paced. My eyes rolled back and I pulled my lip in between my teeth. 

He groaned as my nails left marks on his back. Power intensifying due to what I feel. Sending waves of energy throughout his body. My walls pulsed around him. “Bloody hell!” he gritted. His tip caressed that spot deep inside of me with every thrust. It drove me mad. The way he knew my body better than I did. “I’m close baby!” I moaned loudly. “You gonna’ come for me, love?” he whispered in my ear. "Yesss!" I whined. "Hold it for me baby." he grunted. "I can't!" I whimpered. He creeped his hand from the nape of my neck into my scalp. He grabbed a handful of my braids and pulled. "Oh my God! Don't stop!" I yelped. "You like that?" He grunted. I moaned loudly as a tear threatened to fall. I was in ecstasy. "I know baby. I know." He grunted quickening his pace. He licked a path up my pulse.

He made me look him in his eyes, “You feel so good, baby. Fuck!” He gritted breathlessly. “I’m close baby.” His strokes faltered as I felt him twitching inside me. “Cum for me baby. Let it out.” He coaxed. He reached to rub circles over my cunt. I felt the knot unravel, I held him as close to me as possible. My legs shook as I came, screaming and scratching at his shoulders. A tear falling from my eyes.

As intense as the feeling was, the strength of my magic increased as well. “Fuckkkk Nova!” He released an elongated groan, squeezing me. He latches his teeth onto my shoulder making me whimper as I felt ropes of his hot cum shoot into me.

As we came down from our high, we caught our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted. I whimpered, my legs shaking uncontrollably. He chuckled. I was ready to go to sleep. He slowly slipped away causing me to whine from the loss of fullness and warmth. He cleaned us up and picked up our clothes. He helped me redress and did the same for himself. He stood between my legs again. He rubbed my sides.

“You alright there, love?” He asked with a grin. “Yeah.” I sighed deeply. “That was amazing.” He chuckled softly, placing his forehead on mine. I laughed breathily, “Yes it was.” I embraced him and placed my lips on his. When our lips made contact, butterflies filled my stomach.

“Can you help me down, please? We still got a mission to finish.” I chuckled. He held my waist and lifted me off the sink. “Got it?” He asked. I nodded and began walking toward the door, only to stumble. Rob was right there to catch me. “You sure you got it?” He laughed. I hit his chest, “Don’t laugh at me. I just… need a little assistance.” I said giggling. “Uh huh. A little assistance. I think that’s a bit of an understatement, love.” He shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s get back to work.” I rolled my eyes as he helped me to the door. He unlocked it and we walked out.

We walked past people who were glaring at us because they were waiting to use the restroom. The team was eyeing us from around the room. Their smirks and knowing expressions made feel uncomfortable. I hated being the center of attention. We spotted Thinker, and it was back to the matter at hand.