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thementalshawty · 9 months ago

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PAC Your Vibe As A Couple!

Hey guys welcome back! I’m back with another quick PAC! This reading can be about anyone, FS, Current partner, even crushes, today we’re going to get a quick idea of how you two will vibe together! Remember this is a GENERAL reading so please take what resonates and let the rest roll off to another thank you! Choose a pic and let’s get those vibes!

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Pile 1

This vibe is kinda slow paced, not even kinda it’s exactly the that way. You guys don’t rush shit, you slowly build and work on making your connection better, I feel that when you guys first start to talk and get to know each other one or both of you guys will be talking to other people and that will cause some insecurity and stress but that’s why I’m seeing you guys take it slow, I’m not sensing anything negative. You guys are very cautious with one another and who you let know about your connection, you don’t want just anyone in your business. Very practical and logical you guys talk and look at shit from a realistic approach, one of you actually may have your head in the clouds and the other may be more planted, very much opposites attract energy as your vibe tbh. There are flaws and some shadow points that I’m seeing will be uncovered and triggered in this connection but again you guys don’t rush anything, I even feel if you’re mad at each other you don’t speak or say anything without thinking about it first, this isn’t an impulsive connection, you guys are so cautious especially when it comes to your emotions both of you, working on building your finances as well, I also feel like the confession took a minute to come too, even to the point where it was a stagnant what are we period. The only thing I’m picking up that nigh be a red flag is that either one or both of you may avoid confrontation or is slow to confront issues within the relationship or even address it’s a issue, they may like to just move forward from things but I’m seeing again very slow progress. This seems like a crush too, a slow build up, friends to lovers, but I’m getting that this is a crush. Also I’m seeing one or both of you likes to get in your head and that’s another thing that can cause some issues and problems but the vibe of you two is slow and steady wins the race for sure! Don’t rush into anything in this connection cos it’ll break apart also it’ll make you lose your mind! stay woke folks! I also am getting that there’s leftover pain from a heartbreak that either you or them are stuck in so again that’s the cautiousness and the slow movement just reiterating itself.

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Pile 2

This couple is so cute 🥰! You guys do so much for each other, I’m getting the vibe that one feels really responsible for the other and they take on all the burdens of their counterpart, now that’s not the cute part in my opinion I think that it’s admirable the love that’s shared between the two of you. You just want to take the pain away from each other. I feel like either one or both of you grew up in poverty or without much so you are workaholics, afraid of failure afraid of going broke, but it makes you have victim mentality, scarcity of resources or money terrifies you or them so they just don’t stop and it can lead to burnouts, it can be you two barely talk or see each other, it’s very hard to find the time. I feel like you guys want to help each other take the weight off each other by putting it on yourself. What I do see as a red flag is the scarcity thinking, because it can lead to you or them or both of you feeling like you’re not enough for this connection no matter what soooooooooooooo watch out for that. This pile is make that song by Evanescence come to me. Give unto me. You two will take each other’s suffering away or you want too, this is the I’ll die for you pile. Very deep, very solid, very intense but again with the scarce mentality and that workaholic spirit the relationship can lead to an early ending. Very sacrificial vibes. Ride or die vibes. I will die for you vibes, you two will do anything for each other, even giving each other the clothes off your back. It’s making me think of a IG reel I saw a while back when she says you ever love a 🥷🏼 so much you give him your whole check? That’s the vibes! You will put yourself in the whole for them or vice versa it can even be both but this love here is very intense and it needs to have balance, you two don’t need to kill yourselves to save each other and that will be a lesson that you two will teach each other if you’re willing to listen and do the work.

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Pile 3

Okay okay okay! So here I’m seeing a very nurturing vibe off the top, but it’s again giving me opposite attract vibes like p1 except this here happens to do with emotion. One here is more emotionally open and available than the other. I’m seeing that one of you has more money and success than the other so I’m seeing one of you spoiling the other materially. Also emotionally. This connection is making that song by destiny’s child come to me, cater 2 u. One def worships the Fucc out the other fashoo, I’m hearing the ground you walk on, they would kiss it. I’m seeing that someone here was hurt so their heart is on ice but this relationship makes them fucking melt like butter and they can’t control it or understand it even so as much as they love it they will push it away out of fear or misunderstanding cos you know that saying we all hate what we don’t understand or what we don’t get. One of you guys is a little bratty, I’m seeing temper tantrums but they’re not toxic they’re actually kind of cute Atleast your person will think so or you’ll think that about them. This vibe is all about one or both of you wanting to create stability and happiness together. You two want this to work and go the distance, be careful of idolization of each other I mean it’s okay too but when those flaws come out it can sour the image in your mind of the person you put so high on a pedestal cos I’m seeing that you two definitely will. Just working on understanding each other’s feelings and emotions and giving each other the nurturing space and understanding to fully understand yourselves and your emotions this connection is actually the best pile!

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Pile 4

Okay alrighty! So this pile I feel the vibe is a bit cold here. Not very romantic, not very loving, I’m seeing that not cos there’s no emotion there, but there’s a lot of trauma with one of you and feeling like you’re worthy of love. There’s a mental connection here tho, very strong one. You two are very critical but communicative I think out of all the piles this one has the best communication! This may be a fling to lovers pile where you two know where you stand in the beginning not really wanting a relationship because it’s not worth your energy or time at that point. I’m seeing that you two have deep conversations about life and other deep topics. Very mercurial relationship, I feel like words of affirmations is the love language here. This connection wants a connection but it’s about feeling worthy I’m feeling overall, I think that there’s some deep hurt here but logically messing around with each other seems like the best thing for you two and I know this seems robotic and cold and unfeeling but I’m seeing that it actually works out better that way, I’m hearing warm up to each other so I feel you two will and start to feel more and more worthy and confident that this connection is the long lasting one. I’m getting this is a FS pile for some of you! This relationship is the big one, you’re worthy of love get out of your head and into your heart you did manifest this beautiful relationship so enjoy it because I feel self sabotogery happening. Pushing each other away or shutting down giving the cold shoulder, ghosting, silent treatment I’m seeing those kinds of bullshit movements and that’s the trauma, commuinicate like you both do so well and you’ll be able to slowly overcome this pain together and enjoy this beautiful relationship, cos the vibe is wholesome and family oriented you two may start a family together. It’s that deep this connection is a long term one but only if you want it to be truthfully.

Thank you guys for tuning in again to the madness! I love you and thank you for keeping up with my crazy ass!

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roosterr · 2 years ago

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white flag ✹ ch 3

note: (･ω･)

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 3.5k

no use of y/n reader's callsign is 'stingray'

summary: the 141 goes on your first mission since the fire, and you're forced to face your fear head on. when you fall short and ghost has to save you, your already fragile relationship seems to fall apart at the seams.

warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, pyrophobia, panic attacks, hurt/minimal comfort, argruments, ghost is mean again, reader has a little breakdown

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you can do this.

the mantra plays on repeat in your head as you stare holes into the opposite wall of the helo. you can do this, despite the objective being to demolish an enemy facility, which almost certainly meant that there would be fire, which you were certainly not afraid of.

you had to do this because nobody knew, and they couldn't find out. what kind of soldier is afraid of fire? considering all the things you've done, it should be trivial; you've stared down the barrel of a gun more times than you can remember, had a knife to your throat the same amount, and yet the simple thought of being near a fire has your heart beating out of control.

ghost's figure passing in front of you snaps you out of your thoughts, illuminated by the red lights as he stops at the edge of the ramp. the night behind him is foreboding, no stars to be seen and the wind cold against your skin as it rushes into the back of the helo.

"bravo team," his gruff voice cuts through the noise of the wind and the blades, "let's move."

you look across to where soap sits, exchanging a brief nod before you both stand and dutifully follow after your lieutenant. clutching your rifle to your chest with one hand, you use the other to lower the night-vision goggles over your eyes, casting an uneasy green glow over the environment. you keep yourself low as you follow after ghost and soap, making your way quickly to the cover of the treeline.

the facility you were here to demolish was between the three of you and the site gaz and the captain had landed at. the plan was to sweep from opposite sides of the building, planting charges as you go and regrouping in the middle – preferably with minimal enemy interference, but you were expecting them to put up a fight.

ideally, you could be out of the building and far enough away before the charges go off, and your phobia wouldn't be an issue; but that's only if luck was on your side, and lately it's been feeling like it's decidedly not.

your rifle is wedged into the crook of your shoulder as you follow behind soap, listening intently for any signs of movement other than the three of you. goosebumps prickle at your skin even under the many layers of your gear – caused by the temperature or your nerves, you're not sure.

ghost raises his hand in a gesture for you to stop, crouching just before the break in the trees. you follow suit and so does soap, gazing up at the building looming in front of you, a dark shadow against the night sky.

"bravo's in position," ghost says, keeping his voice low, "waitin' on you, alpha."

the radio stays silent. you roll your shoulders to release some of the tension, but you only breath a small sigh of relief when you hear price's voice cut through the static a moment later.

"solid copy," the captain responds, "had some company, let's get this done before they find the bodies."

"affirm. out here." ghost's monotone reply ends the correspondence, and he gestures once more to continue. you make sure to stay low and keep your head on swivel as the three of you creep closer to the large warehouse.

thankfully, you don't run into much trouble as you make your way inside; there's a few stragglers around the perimeter, but they're expertly dispatched with very little commotion.

your entrance is a lone side door, pried open as quietly as possible for the three of you to rush into. you make sure there aren't any hostiles waiting in the shadows before you head towards the support pillars along the centre of the room.

you secure the explosive to the base of the pillar, listening for the faint beep as you arm it, and stand back up to watch as ghost and soap do the same. with the first three charges set, ghost nods at the two of you, a silent affirmation to keep moving forward.

you fall into place behind soap again, the barely-there crunch of gravel under your boots is the only sound as you weave through the warehouse.

passing through another doorway into a smaller room, you fall into place next to ghost as soap takes his other side, the three of you beelining for the load-bearing wall to the north.

you arm the final set of charges with precision, turning to ghost and nodding at his signal to push forward again. the next room was where you'd regroup with gaz and price before heading to the exfil site.

as you're about to round the corner after them, you hear a noise from behind, the way you'd come in. you turn on your heel and raise your gun to look through the sights at where the sound came from, but you don't see any movement as you scan the area.

an uneasy feeling settles in your stomach, but you don't get to voice your concerns to the others before you're thrown to the ground but the force of an explosion.

you're momentarily blinded by your night vision goggles when you pry your eyes open, the heat from the fire washing over you as you push yourself up and stumble backwards a few steps. shoving the goggles away from your eyes, you blink the disorientation away and whip your head around, searching for your teammates.

you breathe a shaky sigh of relief when you find them brushing themselves off and mostly unharmed; ghost and soap were helping each other up, and gaz was running towards you from the other end of the room while price fired at an unknown threat beyond where you could see.

the panic only sets in when you realise that they're on one side of the fire, and you're alone on the other.

"you've gotta jump through!" gaz shouts to you, his concerned face just about visible through the licks of orange flames between you.

your chest is tight, simply drawing a breath feels like wading through white water, and all of a sudden you're back in your room with black smoke filling your lungs.

"for fucks sake, sting!" a gruff shout echoes around you, but your mind is too foggy to register the words.

the heat on your face is far too much, the sound of your teammates shouting and the blood in your ears, the flickering light if the fire, its all

too

much.

even as you stumble backwards and fall on your arse your gaze is transfixed on the blaze in front of you, it feels impossible to tear your eyes away.

as you feel yourself completely succumbing to your panic, a dark figure cuts through the wall of flame and comes barrelling towards you, his features indistinguishable from the shadows at the corners of your eyes.

you feel him grab the strap on the back of your vest, and he roughly pulls you up to stand on your feet. the stark white of the skull mask fills your vision, tearing your focus away from the flames.

"get up, sergeant!" he growls, and in the back of your mind you register that it's ghost grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. "move!"

his hand goes to the strap again and before you can protest he's pulling you along with him, shielding you from the fire as he shoves you through to the other side.

the sprint back to the helo is a misty blur; one moment you're being dragged along with a knife shoved into your hand, the next you're leaning back against the metal siding and kyle is holding an oxygen mask to your face with an upsettingly worried expression.

you want to cry, but the tears don't come no matter how much you will them to.

ghost doesn't even look at you. he passes by where you're slumped next to gaz, heading straight to the cockpit without so much as a glance. your heart sinks to your stomach as you watch him go, knowing any attempt to talk to him would be futile.

the flight home is unbearably quiet, aside from the sound of the engines and your laboured breathing. eventually the tension leaves your shoulders and you're left with a bone-deep exhaustion that you know you'll be feeling for days after this is done.

when you finally land, ghost is the first down the ramp, again without a hint of acknowledgement to the rest of you. soap jogs to catch up with him as you follow them out, keeping his voice low as he tries to reason with the lieutenant.

they stop a little ways down the runway, and you take the opportunity to catch up to him. johnny shoots you an apprehensive look as you draw a deep, shaky breath, but before you can get a single word out, ghost whips around to face you.

"what the fuck was that!?" he spits, meeting your eyes with a glare so frantically venomous it sends a twinge of pain through your heart.

"i– i'm sorry, i don't know wh–" you sputter, desperate to explain yourself, but he cuts you off.

"i don't want excuses, sergeant!" he growls, gesturing angrily with his arms as he takes a step closer to you. "you can't just freeze like that in the field!"

"plea–"

"why?!" he's shouting at you now, invading your personal space. "what the fuck happened out there?!" he gets closer again, and all you can see is pure emotion in his eyes, something so raw you can't name it. "you could've died, for fucks sake! we all could've died!"

"ghost, c'mon…" soap places a gentle hand on his shoulder, an attempt to calm him that goes entirely unnoticed as ghost brushes him off. you try to take a step back and put some space between you, but he follows to stay uncomfortably close.

"what then, eh? what if i hadn't been there to come to the rescue?!" he's so close you can feel the heat radiating from him, see the reflection of your distraught expression in his dark eyes. "i can't babysit you every time we go on a mission, sergeant!"

…babysit? is that really what he thought of you?

the words feel like a knife in your chest.

he glowers at you with such intensity you have to squeeze you eyes shut to escape it – and as a desperate attempt to hold back the flood of tears threatening to spill over.

a heavy silence falls over you, more tense than you've ever felt it.

he stares at you, looking straight past you and into your soul, his eyes so intense it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. over ghost's shoulder, you see price stalking towards the two of you, a stern look creasing his face.

"simon, that's enough!" price commands, grabbing his elbow and pulling him roughly away from you.

now that you have room to breathe, you allow your eyes fall to your boots, but it's no use, the tears have already started rolling down your cheeks. you cover your face with a hand and brush past ghost and the captain,

"sting–" gaz calls out to you as you march into the building, but you can't face any of them right now – you need to be alone, there's too many eyes on you, it makes your skin crawl.

they know now.

they know you're afraid of fire, there's no way price won't bench you after this. you nearly jeopardised the entire mission – in fact, if it hadn't been for ghost, you probably wouldn't have made it out in one piece.

there's no way he would ever forgive you for such a monumental fuck up.

your vision is foggy through the tears, but the urge to get away is all you need as you push through door after door. you do your best to ignore the stares the other soldiers give you when you rush past them.

their eyes follow you as you go, you feel them burning into your skin, and it only serves to make you feel even worse about the whole ordeal. it was only a matter of time until what happened reaches the rumour mill, and you're not sure you'd be able to stop yourself if one of them decides to bring it up to you.

there has to be somewhere you can go where they won't find you, somewhere you can escape.

in your haste to get away, you end up following wherever your subconscious leads you. you come back to your senses outside again, on the turf behind one of the many buildings on base.

your legs give out and you collapse into the grass, knocking your head against the wall with how hard you throw yourself down. sobs wrack your body as you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes, a desperate attempt to block out the world around you that only leaves your vision scattered.

you fucked up – badly. you're not sure how you're going to recover from the utter humiliation of it all.

if ghost hated you before, you were certain he loathed you now.

to him, this was just another entry on the long list of your mistakes. but to you, not only were you a failure of a soldier, you'd also managed to ruin whatever progress you'd made with getting him to trust you. you don't think you've ever heard ghost so pissed. sure, he's yelled at you before, but to experience such unfiltered anger, it came as a shock to you, as well as the others it seemed.

the sound of footsteps from your right prompts you to hide your face in your hands again. whoever it is, you don't want them to see you like this.

"sting," price's voice calls out to you, as soft as the captain can manage. a small part of you is disappointed it wasn't ghost, coming to apologise, but you know that would never happen. he said it himself, he has no desire to babysit you.

that's all you were to him; a burden, thrust upon him against his wishes, someone he was obligated to look after despite how much of a chore it was.

you just wish you hadn't been so naively optimistic as to assume that he would ever come around to you. that he would ever change.

your spiralling thoughts only make the tears fall even harder. price approaches, you hear rustle of fabric as he sits himself next to you.

a heavy arm rests over your shoulders, the weight of it comforting in an odd way. "it's alright, you're alright." price murmurs.

a moment passes before you lift your head, watching him from the corner of your eye.

"i'm sorry…" your voice is strained, hoarse from the tears and your exhaustion.

he shakes his head. "no need to apologise." he responds, giving your shoulder an affirming pat. you sniffle, fixing him with a questioning look.

"but… i fucked up," you reply, your confusion obvious; you'd expected him to be pissed like ghost, his nonchalance was certainly unexpected. "and we almost died because of me…"

"but we didn't," with the arm around your shoulders he gives you a gentle shake, "the mission was a success, wasn't it?"

"i… yeah?"

"then you got nothin' to be sorry for, have you? people get hurt, that's par for the course, sting." he moves his hand to ruffle your hair, giving you a reassuring smile. "so you can stop with the waterworks an'all,"

you huff, a half-hearted attempt at a laugh, and wipe your eyes with the sleeves of your jacket.

"come on mate, let's get you checked out, yeah?" price stands, grabbing one of your arms and pulling you up with him.

you don't talk on the way to the infirmary, trailing behind him feeling wholly like a child having been scolded. you felt pathetic, and you're glad you have the captain's massive frame to hide yourself behind.

one step through the doors and you're bombarded by the smell of antiseptics and artificial air freshener. the nurse greets you, her placid voice and the gentle hand that guides you to one of the many beds causing your muscles to go rigid.

the captain stands with you, arms crossed over his chest and out of the way of the nurse as she checks you over and runs various checks. you do your best to stay calm, but the cold, clinical environment has a distressing effect on you.

the door opens and shuts behind you. the warning look on price's face tells you exactly who came in. the thick tension is back in the air in an instant

"you–" ghost begins, but you interrupt before he can get another word out.

"i know. i fucking get it, alright?" you snap, rubbing your already bloodshot eyes in exasperation. "you don't have to keep goin' on." your voice gets weaker, a betrayal of how you really feel about his outburst.

heartache.

"i just…" ghost goes to speak again, but price shakes his head at him in a wordless exchange.

he doesn't try again. the door swings open and shut again with his exit.

somehow, your heart aches even more.

the nurse clears you with no major injuries, just scrapes and bruises – nothing you weren't used to. some of your gear was a little singed from the fire, but you'd managed to escape without any burns.

it appeared lady luck had a sense of humour.

you still don't say a word as price leads the way to his office. there's a few people milling around in the corridors, their eyes on you feeling like needles in your skin. you keep your head down and try not to think about the talk you're about to have.

you hear laughter, and lift your head to see that there's a group of three recruits standing against the wall up ahead. the one who appears to be the ringleader watches you approach, snickering with his buddies in a way that has your eyes narrowing. you can tell he's up to something even before he moves, sharing a look with his friends.

has has a lighter in his hand. he waits until you're right in front of him before he ignites it and shoves it in your face, laughing obnoxiously when you flinch away from the gesture.

"ooh, scared, are ya?" his voice is high pitched and infuriatingly mocking. you slap his hand holding the lighter out of your face, and the two recruits behind him laugh at you as well, nudging each other like they're funny.

it makes your blood boil.

the condescending looks, the way they clearly think they're above you, the highschool bully attitude – you just see red.

grabbing him harshly by the front of his jacket, you shove him up against the wall with such aggression it shakes the picture frames.

"shut up–" you seethe, allowing every ounce of pent up frustration and anger and desperation to bleed into your voice, "shut the fuck up!" you pull him back and slam him back into the wall. you find a great deal of satisfaction in the sound his head makes when it collides with the wall.

his friends have stopped laughing, in fact you can't hear anything except the blood rushing in your ears as you repeatedly hit his head against the brick, over and over again.

too much,

it's all too. much.

you're yanked away from him, but your eyes stay locked on the way he clutches the back of his head and shuffles back from you like a dog with its tail between its legs.

it was almost cathartic, you would've smiled, if not for price turning you to face him with a hand on your shoulder. you blink back to your senses, but you can't find it in yourself to feel bad. he had it coming.

"my office. now." his face is hard as he addresses you, looking to the recruits with a similarly displeased look. "and i'll be back for you."

by the hand on your shoulder you're guided away from the wide-eyed recruits, your head still feeling light with the anger the recruit evoked from you.

you're not used to feeling so helpless; the whole situation is frustrating enough, but the feeling of not being able to do anything just makes it all the more infuriating.

you shouldn't have lashed out like that, but it's all been building to a point and it was bound to blow up in your face sooner or later. the last couple of weeks, your struggles with ghost and the fact that you'd fucked it all up again, the general stress of the job – you should've seen this coming, really.

it feels like you're all the way back at square one, and you don't have it in you to try anymore.

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yeyinde · 6 months ago

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in connection to the previous post about simon/price’s dynamics; do kyle and johnny have similar dichotomies w their loves ?

i love the surge in SoapGaz because we really get to see how insane these two really are together lmao but yeah. charm and obsession is kinda how i see them.

both are intense, bold. their attention makes you feel like a bug under a microscope, but not at first. when it first happens, it's a spotlight. red carpet. dizzying. who wouldn't go a little insane having such an intense, gorgeous man lazer all his focus on them? and the way they do it is fan-ish. an unfathomable concept to wrap your head around until you have a man checking every single box you've ever had, raising the bar to an unreachable height as they shower you with unparalleled attention.

but the problem is, you don't see all the red flags because their personalities blind you to it. a little bit like a tsunami. you don't see the wall looming in front of you when the water recedes because you're too busy staring at the pretty seashells they uncovered for you.

with them, it's all charm, manipulation, and an unhinged obsession to the point where they're not content to simply be with you. they need you rooted so deeply to them that you just can't be without them.

Gaz slowly, steadily breaks down every wall you've ever had and rebuilds it around the two of you. locking you inside. sealing the exit. and you let him. because why wouldn't you?

Gaz is mature. a rock. he's someone who immediately feels untouchable; a phantom in a dream you can't ever seem to catch. but when you finally get him, it's almost fantastical. he's solid. steady. takes everything single thing you throw at him and tidies it up for you. ailments, illnesses. quirks. nothing seems to phase him. there's not a single thing you could try and leverage against him to see if he'll leave because he has an answer to it all. he doesn't mind going to physiotherapy with you. he reminds you to take your pills. gentles you into submission. peels back the layers slowly and examines every single part of you until nothing is without his fingerprints.

Gaz leaves you yearning. there's nothing else after him. no one else.

(and if you happen to slip away, he makes sure of it. stalks you, the people you date. threatens them with a flash of his canines and eyes that look far more wolfish than they should. isolates you slowly. methodically. narrows your world down to just him and ensures you'll come crawling back.

what else is out there for you when he's the Perfect Man? just ignore the stench coming from the closet.)

Soap is tumultuous. a whirlwind. the sirens wail warning you of a tornado but he's already ripped your house apart by the time you hear it. his attention is undivided. blistering. he's too handsome for his own good. too sweet, too. lures you in with roguish charm and devoted from day one. if you met on a dating app, he's deleting it before the first conversation is over. doesn't need it anymore, he says. he found the one. with Soap, it's the most intense relationship you've ever been in. a nonstop marathon of everything: conversations, future plans, sex. he dotes on you, but doesn't treat you like you're made of glass. showers you in affection, attention. makes you feel wanted in every conceivable way.

without him around, you feel dazed. confused. waking up on the beach after falling asleep under the sun. a little sunburn and sick.

and that's how you stay without him. a sigh of relief, at first. the silence is blissful. but then you hit a wall. you stagnant. he's the human version of a serotonin hit and the moment he leaves, you're left feeling empty. sucked dry.

it just makes sense to go back.

they pull you in, strip you bare. wrap themselves around your neck like a boa constrictor but where Soap takes a bite right away and then breaks you down, Gaz plays the long game of slowly coiling around you until it's too late.

#i cut it off because im in a real yappy mood today #and i rambled #i kinda touched on why i think SoapGaz is the worst of the 141 romantically in the baby trap series but blah blah #show dont tell #so this is me telling lmao

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 2 months ago

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Masterlist 2

So, I had to make another Masterlist. I will not add every reading I have done, since my last Masterlist post, just the ones I want to highlight. Girl got no time for that. These are the newer readings I have done that I like to highlight. I focus heavily on TXT, Enhypen and BTS. I also like to do Ateez, Stray Kids and Seventeen. And venture to other groups from time to time. I am more into BG's, so I will post more of them than GG's. Groups are in alphabetical order.

I like to stress, none of my readings are fact. They are my interpretation of the cards and messages I get. My readings cover uncomfortable, sensitive, taboo and dark topics. If you are not into that I am not the reader for you. And although told my readings are more negative than others. I can't change that, It is what I get. I do not filter my readings to fit a narrative. I was pulled to post my readings for that reason to show the darker layers of the idols and industry. If you want fluff there are plenty of readers to find that. You have every right to ignore my readings. If you like to join me on this journey, welcome.

Here is a link to my old masterlist

&Team &Team's Personality Reading &Team's Group Dynamics

Aespa Aespa Ideal Partner Aespa Personality Reading Aespa Thoughts on being an idol Aespa's thoughts on being an idol Part 2

Ateez Hongjoong Perspective Reading San Perspective Reading Ateez cheating tendencies Who is currently in a relationships Ateez Thoughts on Marriage How they view KQ/Staff How they handle arguments in the group Ateez Group Dynamics Ateez (Green/Yellow &Red Flags) In relationships Who is most likely to be in a solid relationship soon Ateez Career Reading (January Update) Blackpink Blackpink Energy Reading (November) Blackpink thoughts on being an idol Jennie Perspective Reading

BTS Jin's Career Reading J-Hope's Career Reading Taehyung Career Reading RM's Career Reading Suga's Career Reading Jimin's Career Reading Jungkook's Career Reading Jungkook's Love Reading Jungkook Perspective Reading Taehyung Perspective Reading J-Hope Perspective Reading Seokjin's Perspective Reading BTS long-term vs short-term relationship preference BTS cheating tendencies BTS (Green/Yellow & Red Flags) in Relationships BTS' View on Marriage BTS Thoughts on Being an Idol Part 2

Enhypen How Possesive or Attached they are to Partners Enhypen's View on Marriage How loyal they are in relationships Will they love their future spouse Niki's Career Reading Sunghoon's Career Reading Jungwon's Career Reading Sunoo's Career Reading Jay's Career Reading Jake's Career Reading Heeseung's Career Reading Enhypen's Thoughts on Family Life Enhypen's thoughts on being an idol part 2 Who would seriously date a non-asian Sunoo Perspective Reading Niki Perspective Reading Jay Perspective Reading

(G)idle Soyeon Perspective Reading

ITZY ITZY Ideal Partner ITZY Love Energy (November)

IVE IVE Ideal Partner Wonyoung Perspective Reading IVE Personality Reading Le Sserafim Le Sserafim thoughts on being an idol New Jeans New Jeans Personality Reading New Jeans Group Dynamic Reading

Riize who would seriously date a foreigner/Non-Asian

Seventeen Minghao Perspective Reading Mingyu Perspective Reading Seventeen's Thoughts on Being an Idol Who would marry a non-asian Seventeen Career Reading (November) Seventeen's View on Marriage Cheating tendencies Seventeen Love Reading (December)

SHINee Taemin Perspective Reading

Stray Kids Stray Kids Tea Sessions Stray Kids Check In (January Update) Stray Kids cheating tendencies Who would be the most mature and stable in relationships Stray Kids Love Reading (December) Stray Kids who would be controlling/aloof in relationships How each member handles arguments in group Stray Kids View on Marriage Stray Kids (Green/Yellow and Red Flags) in Relationships How would they reveal Marriage to Public Felix Perspective Reading

Twice Who would be willing to Marry a Non-Asian

Treasure Treasure's Love Energy (December)

TXT Hueningkai's Career Reading Hueningkai's Love Reading Beomgyu's Career Reading Beomgyu's Love Reading Yeonjun's Career Reading Soobin's Career/Update Reading Yeonjun Perspective Reading Taehyun's Career Reading Hueningkai Perspective Reading How loyal would they be in a relationship TXT's thoughts on being an idol Part 2

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #txt tarot #bts tarot #stray kids tarot #ateez tarot #seventeen tarot

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fairlyang · 1 year ago

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Let you break my heart again II🕷️

will your friendship be strong enough or will it be easy to crack through?

w/c: 2.9K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: angst, more heartbreak, no more playboy, typical girl best friend problems, crazy gf, cheating allegations, betrayal, heartbreak, the end

notes: I dragged a lil ass I wanted it done the next day but writer brain </3 FINAL PART !!!!! (My original idea was for mig to only admit his feelings to reader after she got gwen stacy’ed)

part one

Months had passed and this girlfriend actually stuck around. He didn’t get rid of her and he somehow didn’t grow bored of her like he had with the others.

The worst part had to be when they made the three month point and he decided it was finally time for her to meet you.

That day your nerves had grown and you weren’t so sure you’d be able to do it. To pull through and not just burst out crying when you watch as he looks at her with pure love in his eyes.

It looked like his playboy days were over and he was finally ready for a solid relationship.

You barely made it through the night and if it weren’t for Peter’s hugs and MJ’s comforting words when Dana went to touch up her makeup and Miguel went to go change clothes, you would’ve been an absolute goner.

It was getting late and Peter offered to take you home to which you immediately accepted. Miguel then offered to take you after dropping Dana off but you politely declined.

Especially after seeing how wide her eyes got and she was (not so) subtly glaring at you.

Usually girlfriends would hate the girl best friend just because they’re a girl, but in this case Dana is a smart girl, and she had an instant inkling of your feelings towards him.

Even though you’ve remained respectful like you always have been when meeting his girlfriends, she didn’t like that Miguel had a girl best friend.

She kept her mouth shut and pretended she was fine but slowly piecing things together in her head.

So after saying your goodbyes and leaving Miguel’s apartment it didn’t take long for you to break down in the backseat of Peter’s car with an empathetic MJ trying to console you.

It only grew more difficult to hide your true feelings. Especially because Miguel would now bring Dana to group hangouts. Which makes some sense, even though Peter and MJ were just friends when you met them, then grew feelings for one another.

Alas you had no choice but to suck it up.

Three more months passed by and your love for him never faded. He didn’t even treat you that differently either which did end up causing some trouble for him from Dana. She apparently didn’t like how close you guys were, even if you did know each other since you were 14.

She claimed she should be his only best friend and what else could he really ask for.

He told her that you’d always be his best friend and he wasn’t going to toss you out just because she wants to be his only best friend. He can have multiple best friends.

How could he throw away an 8 year long friendship?

He then called her crazy for thinking she can control who he’s friends with.

So she recalled his words right back to him when she randomly ended up befriending his younger half-brother, Gabriel, merrily weeks after that argument.

Miguel wouldn’t ever tell you the specifics of the argument, mainly because in a sense he wanted to protect you. He didn’t want you to feel bad that his girlfriend didn’t like you, (as if you didn’t already know) and that she wanted him to drop you.

So when hanging out just as a pair he’d only tell you he was frustrated with her. He told you that she had befriended Gabriel and you only saw red flags but kept quiet.

You tried to remain cautious of what you’d say when he’d come to you about relationship problems. Obviously deep down you want to tell him to break up with her because she’s toxic and controlling but it wasn’t the best idea as the supposed girl best friend that “isn’t” in love with her best friend.

So you told him to maybe spend less time with you, mostly because you genuinely couldn’t think of an actual suitable solution.

But it didn’t matter because ultimately he denied that idea quickly and looked deeply in your eyes promising you, “you’ll always be my best friend. Nothing’s going to change that.”

If only he knew and kept to his promise.

It was now two months after that conversation was had and a whirlwind of actions, words, and lies would turn everything around.

You went to eat some lunch at a cafe outside of campus when your phone died on the way back. You were fine without relying on your phone and just thought you’d charge it during your next lecture on your laptop.

As you finally hit campus and walked past different students sitting around the grass and benches, your eyes focused on a familiar head with its brown bob.

You sigh and felt your heart ache as you walked past Dana eating Miguel’s face out in public like that.

Until you took a double take and dread hit you after realizing it wasn’t Miguel she was making out with. It was fucking Gabriel.

You couldn’t believe she was just openly cheating on Miguel like it was nothing.

You stood a couple feet from them and you couldn’t believe this was real. You blinked, rubbed your eyes, and blinked again but sure enough it was the younger O’Hara brother with a red scarf and those goofy ass (but recognizable) goggles.

You gulped and took your phone out only for the screen to show that it was dead.

You mentally panicked and were afraid they’d catch you so you quickly ran inside and immediately headed straight to your lecture hall.

The klutz in you unfortunately never went away so you nearly fell as soon as you accidentally hit a body after making a turn.

Horror filled your eyes and body as Miguel held onto your shoulders, trying to see what was wrong.

Your eyes were wide and your heart was racing wildly, you couldn’t possibly do this right now.

“I- M-Mig- uh- ‘m l-late for c-chem- sorry!” You stuttered and pushed past him to get to class and manage your thoughts properly.

As soon as you made it and sat at your unassigned assigned seat that happened to be next to MJ, who was worried to see you so stunned, held your hand and tried to get you to be calm because you looked so distressed.

You hadn’t even realized your hands and legs were shaking. How could they not be?

You just witnessed the most brutal betrayal of all time and there was no concrete evidence whatsoever.

Your first instant thought was that Miguel wouldn’t believe you.

He was full on in love with Dana now, in what world would he believe the love of his love would be cheating on him?

Not only cheating on him but cheating on him with his brother?!?

MJ’s mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear a word, you couldn’t even read her lips. All your brain was set on was how of fucking course it had to be you who caught Dana’s ass cheating.

How fast she’d turn it onto you would be so insane. Disgusting even.

What if she exposed your feelings towards him?

What if she could convince him you’re lying?

All you could do is pray he’d believe his ole reliable best friend over a girl he’s been with for 6 months and his brother he never really got along with.

MJ was eventually able to catch your attention but it took the entire lesson for her to get a peep out of you. And that peep only happen to be a sad whisper of Miguel’s name.

As your phone finally charged your first instinct was to text Miguel, quickly typing the words, “need to see you, my place after class?”

He quickly responded with a simple, “sounds good.” Then followed by a, “should I be worried?” Which you had no response to.

You quietly told MJ the unfortunate news to which she nearly gasped out loud. Her eyes were wide and she finally understood why you were so freaked out.

The lecture had finally ended and you collected all your things while MJ was quietly asking you questions to which you quietly answered.

Following your tail as you left the lecture hall and off to find Peter to quickly fill him in, and to help with your nerves because you didn’t even know how to start off that conversation with Miguel.

They were both giving you suggestions on how to break it down gently to him while Peter drove you back to your place.

You could feel the anxiety building in your stomach and it felt so scary not knowing how he’ll react.

And it overall felt even worse that you couldn’t take a video or a picture. This was practically a test to see if he’d trust you enough to tell him the truth or just make up a lie.

You could only pray that he’d believe your words over hers but you couldn’t even begin to prepare yourself in case he didn’t.

How could he not believe you? Even if you’ve been desperately in love with him you’d never do anything to purposely destroy any of his relationships.

You were just too kind-hearted to ever even think about doing that.

Would he really have it in him to not trust your words anymore?

Will he believe her words over yours?

Will this lifelong friendship finally come to its end like Dana has been wanting from the very beginning?

Finally you had arrived at your apartment and you still felt uneasy. Miguel’s car wasn’t in sight until you heard the revving of his car and that’s when things started to get real.

They gave you their final words of encouragement before you got out and climbed up the steps to wait for him.

He parked behind Peter and as he got out you could slightly hear him ask if they were gonna come in to which they obviously said no.

He shrugged and walked over to you as you unlocked the first door before stepping in and walking to the left door that lead up to your apartment.

“Hey are you okay? You seemed shaken up earlier.” He said, walking in and shutting the first door behind him.

You walked in and stepped aside to let him go in then shut the door behind him. The anxiety returned and you weren’t so sure how to start it all off once you turned around to look at him.

Your heart ached and although you might’ve been filled with jealousy for months on end, you would never pray he would get hurt this way.

You always wanted happiness for him, even if it wasn’t with you.

And now that he had it, you had to break his heart.

How could you possibly let him down gently?

You felt your hands beginning to sweat and your legs started shaking again which he instantly noticed and grabbed you, carefully leading you to the couch.

He sat you down and sat right next to you, gently holding your hands, wondering what could possibly have given you such a drastic reaction.

You desperately tried to calm yourself but it was to no use. Your body was panicking inside and out, giving away that this was something serious.

You still didn’t know how to even start.

So you just blurted it out.

“Dana cheated on you.”

Silence filled the room.

You could’ve sworn he could hear your heart pounding out of your chest. He was frozen and immediate tears formed in his eyes.

This was so fucked up.

In all these years of being his shoulder to cry on, you were petrified that it would come to an end. In a way you kind of always relied on him being there no matter what.

This whole situation could make or break that.

“I saw Dana making out with Gabriel on campus…” you whispered before adding, “I’m so sorry.”

You had never felt so nervous in your life. You moved one hand from his and held his while he stared down at the floor.

You were subconsciously tapping your foot on the ground because the anxiety had just taken control and the silence was already killing you.

You couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, he truly has never been so happy, and now it’s just gone.

You looked at his face and as soon as you did, his tears started pouring out. One hot tear fell after another and you grabbed him, him embracing you as he cried into your shoulder.

You felt sick to your stomach, it felt like the most unfortunate thing to ever have happened to you.

Having to tell the love of your life that his girlfriend cheated on him.

Having to see how heartbroken he was.

Nothing would’ve prepared you for his reaction.

The quiet sobs and light shaking.

The way his hands were trembling while holding on to you.

You just hugged him as tightly as you could and gently rubbed his back to try to soothe him. Maybe it was past trauma that suddenly hit him, that he started to sob a little louder.

Your heart was practically breaking right with his. You felt downright horrible and weren’t sure how you could possibly help him. Only thing you could do was be with him, and you’d be with him for as long as he needed.

And you were.

Like the absolute best friend, of course you were.

The day after you explained in full, what you witnessed and he stayed at your place for a solid week before he decided to talk to Dana and listen to what she had to say. You offered to go with him but he said it was best you stayed, though he did really want your support but didn’t think it would be appropriate.

It was midday on a Friday when he had the call and he didn’t come back that night.

Or the next.

Or after that.

You had no fucking clue what was said and neither did Peter nor MJ.

Monday morning your mind kept thinking worst case scenarios which had you feeling uneasy as you were walking on campus to your first lecture.

Suddenly you stopped with Peter and MJ following suit at the sight in front of you. Miguel’s arms wrapped around Dana’s with Gabriel standing in front of them laughing at something.

That was the moment you felt your heart shatter into pieces at the realization of what happened.

Your words weren’t enough.

And in his emotional state and her false sweet voice she definitely used, of course he fell for whatever lying words she told him.

Her manipulative and crazy ass didn’t help from the pain this brought you.

He was your best friend.

Falling hopelessly and desperately in love with someone who was once a shy little nerd that would be there everyday for you, to now a man who doubted his best friend’s word for a girl he knew for less than a year.

8 years.

8 years you had known each other and not once ever lied to one another.

All of a sudden in his mind it makes sure that you lied about something as graphic as this.

All of a sudden he believes her words over your own.

Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for the way your heart ached and all you felt was hopelessness.

When Gabriel slightly moved, Miguel was now in clear view of you three, more specifically you.

The most vicious glare was all he was giving you meanwhile Dana only had a mischievous smirk on her face which gave you all the confirmation you needed.

Peter shook his head in disgust while MJ grabbed you, making you walk in the direction of your lecture while Peter walked behind you both before stepping up to him and muttering, “The truth will hit you hard one day.”

And boy did it.

Three months after that Miguel was going back to his place to cook a romantic dinner only to catch Gabriel giving Dana backshots on the kitchen counter.

Immediate regret hit him and he realized you were indeed telling him the truth.

He realized Dana’s bold lie that you were the liar, and made that stuff up about her was because you wanted to steal him from her, was indeed not real. That you weren’t deeply in love with him and needed to fabricate the perfect lie to finally steal him.

But before they both left (half dressed), Dana had to let him know that he was the easiest to manipulate out of all her exes. Then that the reality was that you were in love with him, the only lie being just that you didn’t plan anything.

She just hated girl best friends but also wasn’t in the mood for something so serious. She wanted a cop out. A way out.

So she figured you were the easiest target and making up that his other two friends, who she also didn’t like, were also in on it, was the best way to go about it.

The only reason she came back to Miguel was because she grew bored of Gabriel and wanted him back.

And he fell right into her trap.

And there was no way to fix or mend what he so badly broke.

It was far too late.

But at last, you’d never let him break your heart again.

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara imagine #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel o'hara #Miguel ohara angst #spiderman 2099 #Miguel O’Hara angst

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bluetoes-andstuff · 4 months ago

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A Hidden Desire

Chapter 3 - New Roots

Summary: It’s time for the trek back to the colony… but don’t worry, Caesar has a good hold on you.

Word Count: 5.5k

Ratings: T (Eventual NSFW)

Relationships: Caesar x Fem!Human Reader

Warnings: dirty thoughts, touching (not inappropriate… yet), flirty undertone

Previous Chapter

***If you are under 18 I would advise not reading, this is not an explicit chapter but this will be a story that explores nsfw themes later on. Best to just not go down the path to begin with. Be safe***

You feel the gentle sway of the horse beneath you, its steady rhythm almost successful in calming the emotional rollercoaster going on inside your head. The path back to wherever it was the apes were taking you is surrounded by dense forest. The path is well traversed, with crude, archaic decorations littering the trees that follow it. The sparse torch placements along the patch guide the way, the gentle crackling flames accompanying the sounds of nature, blending with the soft chit-chat of the apes around you.

The camaraderie among the apes is palpable. They move with an ease and familiarity that speaks of years of deep bonds and shared experiences. You catch snippets of their conversations, their sign language quick and fluid, and their expressions so emotive and almost human-like. Some of them notice you watching and give you curious but friendly looks. It was pretty easy to read their expressions, considering this is the first time you’ve ever been around an “oh-so terrifying” ape before. One young chimp approaches, signing something with an enthusiastic grin, soft pants and gentle hoots accompanying his signed words. You don’t understand him, really, despite your best efforts, but the warmth in his eyes and excitement in his expression is enough for you to know you like him pretty well. You smile back, waving your fingers shyly at him to return the greeting. Your body goes a bit stiff with your giddiness and restrained excitement at the friendliness extended towards you.

The large chimp that had rescued you rides with you, which is both comforting and a bit nerve-wracking. It’s a weird mix of feelings you’ve never had before.

His presence and warmth is reassuring, a solid anchor in this new and overwhelming environment. Yet, it’s hard to ignore the placement of his hands on your stomach. He had it splayed out at the center of your malnourished belly, his long fingers gently tapping or stroking along the fabric covering your skin. Every so often, his grip will adjust, or he will trade hands with the reins when the ride gets rough or changes terrain. His fingers or palm brushing against your hips, or squeezing your side, and you swore every now and then his fingers brush against the tops of your rib cage as if in search of something more.

He is an ape, so you know better than to read into the touches. He is not a perverted human man like you are familiar with… although you couldn’t exactly help the unease you feel. In your experience, these touches spoke of an intent, and more often than not, it does not end well for you.

But there again, despite that unease, the touches bring you a weird sense of comfort, like a reminder of his presence. Even though usually these touches bring on unwanted attention, this ape’s actions held an undertone of admiration and care. You were not sure why or how you knew, considering there was not much difference from your previous experiences… but it was there.

Over the period of your journey, you notice a consistent response whenever another ape gets too close. His grip travels in some way or another, to your side, your thigh, or his entire arm wraps across your abdomen to pull you closer. It’s borderline possessive. Yet another red flag…

What have you gotten yourself into? His hold is firm—almost too firm—and you can’t help but wonder what his deal is, because how can you not? Is he just being protective, are you reading this totally wrong? Or are you reading it totally right? It’s hard! You’ve got no prior experience with ape men to draw off of.

But then, as if sensing your unease, Caesar’s grip softens. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles against your side, slipping forward to do the same to your stomach. It’s not a sexy move—more like an affectionate “chill out” gesture. The warmth of his touch seeps through your clothes, radiating a kindness that immediately quells your doubts and you melt into him. How he was capable of transforming your mood so quickly you did not know, but he somehow did it.

You’re definitely going to get emotional whiplash from all this back and forth!

The rhythmic motion of the horse and the gentle sway of the forest around you start to lull you into a sleepy state. You can’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep, always on guard for your safety. Despite your best efforts to stay awake, your eyelids grow heavy. The warmth of your ape companion’s body against your back, his steady breathing, and the secure hold of his arm around your waist create a cozy cocoon you can’t resist. Slowly, you begin to drift off.

Before you succumb to sleep entirely, a young bonobo approaches. They sign something with an unwavering exuberance, their eyes bright with untamed curiosity as they stare at you expectantly. You crane your neck to look to the ape behind you for help, feeling a bit lost at what they were trying to say.

“She wants… your name,” he translates. His voice a gentle rumble you can feel reverberate through his chest.

You reply with your name to the female, offering a small smile. In turn she gestures to herself carefully with a soft sign to follow, face lit up with excitement. And then she signs something else, her gestures quick and enthusiastic, immediately reverting back to the hurried hyper-ness from before.

“She is… Tika. She says… you have a beautiful… name,” the ape translates again, his voice carrying a warmth that makes you blush.

Tika reaches out, her small hand brushing against yours quickly in a gesture of friendship. The simple act fills you with a sense of belonging, a spark of hope that maybe you can find a place here. You squeeze her hand gently, feeling a connection despite the language barrier. She gives you one last smile before steering her horse back to her group of friendly apes. You can’t help the giddiness that wells up in your heart; maybe you could make some real friends wherever you’re headed.

Then the hand wrapped softly around your waist travels to your side and gives a gentle squeeze. You didn’t think much of it until you could feel his soft breath brushing against the side of your neck when he leaned in close.

“Very beautiful,” he hums softly before leaning back and returning to his original position.

You feel your entire body go hot with the blush that courses through you. Did apes flirt? Because that sure as hell felt like flirting!

You get kind of stiff for a little while and you can almost swear you can feel that damn ape chuckling behind you. You had a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing…

It takes some time for your heart to stop racing and calm yourself down once more. Soon your body's fight for sleep wins over and you can feel that pull once more. You give in and lean back against his chest and you turn to hide your face into him, feeling his rough yet oddly soft fur press against your cheek. The welling of all the different emotions is enough to make you tear up… and you don’t want him to see you cry over things so profoundly silly.

His scent surrounds you, earthy and musky with a hint of something wild and untamed. It’s comforting, grounding you in the present moment with him. The steady rhythm of his breathing inflating the chest you rested against, the warmth of his body against your back, all combine to create a nice, warm, little cocoon. For the first time in a long while, you feel a semblance of comfort, a fragile sense of peace. The last thing you remember is the sound of his voice, low and soothing, as he communicates with the other apes either through words or other soft hoots and chirps apes are prone to. It lulls you into a fitful sleep.

***

Caesar’s mind is a mess. Your body pressed up against his in this way is a terrible distraction, and it takes most all of his willpower to keep his hands in a respectful place. All he wants to do is explore— feel the softness of your human skin. He wants to bury his muzzle in your neck, inhale and savor your undiluted scent. He knows these urges were unnatural, and he knows it will take time and a lot of convincing to not only get you on board, but the other apes as well. It’s something so taboo— almost shameful, and he spent so long tamping down this desire… but now here you are, pressed up against his body; enticing him in a way he’s never experienced before. He doesn’t think he’ll be successful resisting this desire much longer.

Though what’s odd is what accompanies this tension in his body—a mix of protectiveness, innocent curiosity, and a quickly developing attachment. Beyond that primal need, is tenderness and care. He doesn’t want to scare you or hurt you, he wants you to feel safe and be happy. And that right there is what fuels his restraint… for now.

In fact, he becomes so in tune with your body and your actions he can physically feel your tension and stiffness when the other apes approach. Not that he liked it much either when male apes would approach to sniff at you curiously.

So he makes sure his actions are read clearly by everyone involved. To you, a simple tighten around your waist or squeeze on your side is a promise of safety; a reassurance of his protection. But to the males, the action is possessive, and it’s only accentuated by the glower and silent snarl that would curl up his lips when they came too close. Any male in his group knew what that meant, and they would quickly back away, which not only gave him what he wanted— sole possession of you— but it also seemed to bring you a level of comfort. He could feel the relief that sweeps through your body. The way you practically slump back into him every time just brings him even more enjoyment.

When Tika approaches, Caesar doesn’t have his guard up. She was one of the only females in the scouting party and he quite liked her young and rambunctious attitude. He watches her interaction with you closely, keeping in mind he might have to chase her off as well if you showed any discomfort. Instead, he finds himself smiling at the way you seem to light up at the young chimp’s friendliness. He translates Tika’s signs for you, his voice low and husky from so little use.

Caesar’s touches are deliberate, perhaps reading differently to you than the statement he’s making towards others and towards himself. It’s the only craving he grants himself. He keeps his wandering hands above your baggy shirt, knowing it might read as a bit too intimate for you otherwise, tracing what he imagines to be your soft skin beneath. He restrains himself from venturing too far, despite what his dying curiosity is begging of him. Human women can be sensitive, and from what he’s learned, they’re not always accepting of such forward touches. He would have to earn your approval.

He tries to distract himself from you by averting his attention to the others around him, discussing the future plans for re-securing their perimeter and new designated hunting grounds.

When you start to drift off to sleep, Caesar feels a surge of tenderness when you slump into him. Then your face turns into his neck, and he suddenly bristles. He adjusts his hold immediately, hand splayed firmly along your rib cage to pull you in even closer, his breaths suddenly turning hot and heavy. The up and down motion of the horse and your willing proximity against him stirs up that feeling in his gut and he grits his teeth together.

Your body slots perfectly against his groin, and he thrust his hips into you without thought. The rocking of the horse is creating such a specific friction against him he almost can’t contain himself. His hand migrates to squeeze the meat of your side, the heat coming off your body nearly burning his palm.

You make the sweetest noises when nuzzled up against him, and your hot breaths against his neck are almost impossible to ignore. Caesar is acutely aware of your presence in every way possible.

He’s even captivated by your scent… a mix of the forest and something uniquely human—soft and slightly sweet, with hints of earth and the faintest trace of something floral. Yet there’s an underlying trace of human musk that coats it all, and he can only wonder what you might smell like with a bath… Despite that, it’s still a comforting scent, one that stirs memories of his own past with humans, yet it’s distinctly yours.

You breathe heavily against him, and he knows you're asleep. So easily he could go about his exploration… but he will not. Instead, he forces himself to angle his hips away from you and continue his conversation with the other apes, hoping his voice does not shake and remains a steady presence to soothe you even in sleep.

He catches Rocket’s eye and signs a quick message, his movements fluid and careful. “She is tired.”

Rocket nods, though there is a slight hint of suspicion in his expression. He signs back, his gestures slower and more deliberate than his usual energetic nature. “The others are curious. They have questions, as do I.”

Caesar glances at you, ensuring you’re still asleep before responding.

“She will answer when she’s ready.”

“It is not her we have questions for,” Rocket counters with a serious look.

Koba approaches too, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He signs to Caesar, his movements sharp and precise.

“You show her favor,” Koba starts. “Because she has suffered, like us. I saw.”

Caesar nods, a sudden appreciation and relief flooding through him. To have Koba’s understanding means more than he would know, considering his harsh past with humans.

“She has endured much. She only craves kindness.”

Koba’s gaze shifts to you, then back to Caesar. His next signs are slower, more thoughtful.

“I can understand, but that does not mean I will show favor too.”

Caesar feels a surge of gratitude towards Koba. Despite their past differences, Koba’s willingness to support his decision means a lot.

“I understand. Thank you Koba.”

Koba’s eyes, usually sharp and intense, soften slightly when he looks at you asleep against Caesar. The lines on his face, etched by years of suffering and struggle, seem to relax just a bit, showing a rare moment of empathy and maybe even a hint of vulnerability.

When he signs to Caesar, his movements are deliberate and thoughtful, indicating his genuine concern. There’s a flicker of recognition in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the shared pain he can see in you and himself. It’s a small but significant gesture, revealing a side of Koba that few get to see—a side that understands and values compassion. A side that Caesar never expected to see Koba extend towards a human.

The conversation ends as the colony comes into view. Caesar adjusts his hold on you once more as he slows the horse to a gentle walk, but even despite his effort to keep from waking you, you begin to stir.

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When you wake, the colony is in sight, the path ahead is framed by towering trees, torches lining the widening path. The entrance itself is a natural archway constructed with intertwined branches and vines. Homes sit among the branches, using a combination of wood and foliage to build their intricate structures. You're struck by the beauty and sophistication of it all. You had not expected the apes to be so advanced, to have created something so intricate and harmonious. The structures, woven from natural materials, blend seamlessly with the environment, showcasing a level of craftsmanship and community spirit that leaves you awestruck. It was nothing like what humans would construct… humans tear down nature to erect their monuments of progress, built to stand starkly against the natural world. But the apes build with a profound respect, seamlessly blending their creations into the very fabric of the forest.

This realization stirs a mix of emotions within you—admiration for the apes’ respect for nature, and a tinge of sadness for humanity’s often destructive path.

You feel a pang of guilt, reflecting on how humans, including yourself, have been conditioned to see progress as something that must stand apart from nature, rather than coexist with it. The apes’ ability to build and thrive without disrupting the natural world fills you with a profound respect and a desire to learn from them.

The sounds of the forest are only amplified now as your attention heightens— every rustle of leaves, every distant call of a bird, seems to reverberate through you. The fear and excitement from earlier have been replaced by a sense of calm. You feel more at ease, bolstered by the admiration of both the apes’ tenderness and compassion. You’ve seen it from both sides now. The ape you rode with has shown you nothing but respect and care, and now, as reflected by your surroundings, the apes held a level of care that fell to the most basic parts of nature.

The fear of the unknown mingles with a spark of hope. This place, with its towering trees and bustling community, could be a new beginning. But the uncertainty is still daunting. Now that you see it, and see the potential life you might be able to have, you want nothing more than to stay and become an accepted part of this society.

The apes around you continue their chatter, some casting curious glances your way as you continue on horseback with your ape companion, riding in beneath the large archway to enter into the heart of the colony. You catch snippets of their conversations, the occasional word or gesture making sense. It’s a strange, exhilarating feeling, being on the cusp of understanding a new language.

The colony is bustling with activity—apes of all sizes and types moving about, engaged in various tasks. Some lounge near their homes grooming each other, while others are tending to small fires or carrying supplies.

A fleeting memory of the human camp flashes through your mind—the harsh voices, the constant unease. Just a general undertone of fear and hostility. Instead this colony of apes exudes a sense of community and connection. The contrast is stark, and your heart races with excitement and hope. You feel a slight tremor in your hands as you grip the reins, your knuckles white. The warmth of the large ape’s body behind you is a comforting presence, one of his large hands resting firmly on your waist. Each time he tightens his grip, a shiver runs through you, a blend of reassurance and something more complex. You find yourself leaning into his touch, seeking the comfort and stability it offers. Unconsciously, your fingers grasp at his forearm, clinging to the feeling.

But then that ugly doubt starts gnawing at you. What if you can’t adapt? What if the apes’ initial curiosity turns to resentment? The thought of being an outsider once more, always on the outskirts of the community, is a heavy weight on your heart. Yet, there’s also a stubborn spark of determination. You’ve survived so much already. Maybe, just maybe, you can carve out a place for yourself here.

As you approach the heart of the colony, the reality of your situation settles in. This is your new home, for better or worse. And honestly, anything that came out of this would be better than the place you came from.

All around you, heads begin to turn. The curious stares, the skeptical frowns, and the cautious approaches all contribute to the slowly developing tension in the air. Yet, despite the nervousness, you don’t feel threatened. Compared to where you’ve come from, this is almost nothing.

The sounds within the colony envelop you. The apes’ vocalizations—chirps, grunts, hoots, and soft murmurs—create a symphony of life and activity. You notice how the vocalizations complement their sign language, giving more meaning and emotion to their conversation. So many examples surround you, and it baffles you how easy you find it to read their expressions and the tone of their conversations.

Their eyes convey a spectrum of emotions with a mere glance. A soft grunt of greeting, a gentle touch of reassurance, the subtle shift of a brow—all speak volumes in their unspoken language. Their faces, so human-like in their expressiveness, mirror the emotions you have often seen in your own kind—joy, sorrow, love, and empathy.

You see a reflection of humanity, not in the structures or tools, but in the raw, unfiltered emotion that binds these apes together. It’s truly beautiful.

The abundant variety of tones and noises brings you to notice your own ape companion’s baritone. His voice, deep and rumbling, stands out among the others. Though he could speak English, you notice he often reverted to ape sounds and gestures, seamlessly blending into his surroundings. Yet, there was something distinct about him. His movements were more deliberate, his vocalizations more commanding. Even in a crowd, you felt you could pick him out just by the unique cadence of his sounds.

Then you take notice of a group of young apes playing a game, their laughter-like hoots accompanied by a varied series of joyful chirps and whistles.

They seem to finally take notice of the entrance of you and the other apes. Their high-pitched squeals and joyful chatter burst through the soft, peaceful murmur throughout the colony, replaced by a symphony of youthful exuberance. You watch in bewilderment as the youngsters rush forward and begin to clamber up the horses around you with practiced ease.

The young apes’ faces are alight with joy, their eyes sparkling with delighted anticipation. They reach out with eager hands, their voices a cacophony of greetings and laughter. The riders, too, respond with a level of enthusiasm you were surprised by, their expressions softening with affection as they embrace the children.

Your confusion begins to melt away as you observe the interactions more closely. The way the young apes cling to the riders, the tender touches and warm smiles exchanged—it’s all so familiar. The realization dawns on you slowly: these children had come to greet their fathers, welcoming them home.

Your heart warms and beats erratically as you watch the heartwarming chaos. A few of the males dismount, a gentle urgency in their movements as their young squawked and bounced around their shoulders with determined insistence.

You never knew ape fathers were so involved in the raising of their young. It was endearing, and spoke volumes to the sentience you’ve already observed among them.

Just then, your horse is boarded by two particularly energetic young ones. One of them, with a gleam of excitement, grapples onto the ape behind you, wrapping his small arms around him in a tight hug with an exuberance unlike any other you’d seen before. The other, however, pauses to look at you with curious eyes.

Before you can react, the little guy reaches forward and tugs at your clothes, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Caesar, noticing the mischief, grabs onto the youngsters hand and gives a gruff hoot to reprimand, his tone a mix of authority and affection.

“Gentle Cornelius.”

‘Cornelius’ you note with warm excitement. What an adorable name for an adorably mischievous chimp.

Cornelius squawks at his father with playful challenge then scampers off with, who you assume to be his brother, in tow. The entire group of interactions leave you with a mix of amusement and newfound insight into the close-knit community you were hoping to become a part of.

The young apes soon scamper off, stealing off some of the members of your party in the process, and who remain continue forward towards a large communal fire.

The remaining ones around you begin to dismount their horses, pulling them away by their reins. As your own horse comes to a halt, you feel that familiar strong arm encircle your waist from behind… and then keep moving?!

Wait!

Before you can so much as react, the ape has your entire thigh grasped in the large hand belonging to the arm around your waist.

You’re embarrassed to admit you squeak a little as he begins to slide off the horse. He pulls your thigh to hike your leg over the animal. You feel like a small child the way he moves you so effortlessly, lifting you as he dismounts in one fluid motion with you tucked securely beneath his arm as you're dragged off the horse with him.

As soon as he hits the ground, his grasp on your leg releases, but his arm remains strong as you gather your balance. Although it being extremely forward and an incredibly aggressive way to go about the whole procedure, there’s a surprising gentleness you notice in the way he holds you, ensuring you remain steady. If nothing else, it only brings to mind the raw power and strength he holds. Sometimes you forget how strong apes are in comparison to a normal human… how dangerous they can be. It’s terrifying in a way, but then in another way it’s not at all.

You finally steady yourself and turn to look up at him. He didn’t look at you and meet your gaze, instead he’s already distracted by the apes that had begun to gather around, speaking to them in gestures and gentle hoots. He releases you completely, unwinding his arm from around your back after unconsciously feeling you steady on your feet, and continues his conversations.

Once you overcome your initial shock from that whole interaction, you begin to clue in onto what’s going on. These apes were not exactly here to greet you with open arms. They surround you with skeptical expressions, some voicing their opinions outright. Even though they weren’t speaking your language, it wasn’t hard for you to distinguish the reason for their uproar.

You can feel their eyes on you, judging, questioning. The tension in the air is palpable, and you instinctively move closer to your ape beside you, seeking his protection.

Amidst the strong reactions, a large orangutan moves towards you with a calm, deliberate grace. He stops in front of you, his gaze softening as he looks at you with a tilted head.

“Welcome,” he signed, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring you could follow the basic sign. His deep, rumbling vocalizations accompanied the signs, adding a layer of warmth to his welcome.

Your chimp extends a hand towards the orangutan in gesture, looking directly at you as he speaks slowly. “Maurice.”

“Maurice,” you repeat, a gentle smile gracing your lips. Maurice chirps approvingly at you, reaching his hand out to grasp yours in a comforting gesture.

The touch brings a wave of relief. Maurice’s calm, deliberate movements and wise eyes offer a silent promise of support.

Maurice turns to meet the gaze of your chimp beside you, signing with deliberate, thoughtful gestures. His vocalizations are soft, a series of low hoots and murmurs that you can’t understand. Your ape responds in kind, his signs quick and assertive, his voice a deep rumble that you feel through his chest.

Maurice’s concern is evident in his expression, matching those around him. He signs slowly, his eyes flicking to you and then back to the ape beside you. But his response is firm, his gestures sharp and decisive. You begin to sense the tension building.

A few other apes step in, their signs and vocalizations adding to the conversation. The atmosphere grows heated, the apes’ voices rising in a mix of grunts, hoots, and screeches. You can’t understand their words, but the hostility is clear. The noise and intensity of their gestures overwhelm you, and you instinctively reach out, grabbing at your ape friend’s arm like you're scared he’ll leave you to the mercy of the others.

His reaction to your fear is almost immediate. His eyes flash with anger, and he takes a large step towards the crowd, his body language assertive and commanding. He signs rapidly, his gestures sharp and forceful, his voice a deep, authoritative roar that silences the other apes immediately. The sudden shift in his demeanor is startling, and the other apes quickly back down, their hostility dissipating under his fierce gaze.

“Enough,” He says aloud in English, his voice echoing through the clearing. “She is staying with me. That’s final.”

The firmness in his voice sends a shiver through your body, a mix of surprise and a strange, unexpected attraction. He had to be a leader of sorts—there was no other explanation for the way they responded to him.

With the situation momentarily defused, he turns to you, his expression softening from his hard scowl. He gently takes your hand, his touch reassuring. “Come,” he says softly, his voice a soothing rumble. “I’ll take you to my home.”

He leads you away from the crowd, guiding you through the colony with a protective arm around your shoulders. The tension in your chest eases slightly as you follow him, focusing on him and his warmth rather than the varied looks you receive from the apes you see in passing.

His home is a marvel of natural architecture, built high among the trees with a view of the entire colony. The walls are woven from sturdy branches, and the floor is covered with soft leaves and moss, creating a cozy, inviting space.

Caesar’s home is simple but welcoming, yet another testament to the apes’ ingenuity. As you settle in, the day’s events begin to catch up with you, and you feel a wave of exhaustion. A soft fire burns further into the home, coating the air with a wonderful heat that makes you want to melt into the floor. The familiar earthy scent of the forest mingles with the warmth of the space.

As you step inside, you notice a series of fast little footsteps running up behind you, and you turn around just in time to see two young chimps barrel up the ramp and into the home.

They both turn to face you and their father and your face lights up with recognition.

“Cornelius?” you ask softly, a worried sort of giddiness overflowing at the sight of the familiar face. The young chimp’s eyes widen with excitement, and he bounces in circles on his feet, thrilled that you remember him. He begins to sign rapidly, his hands moving with eager energy, but you can’t understand a word. His father chuckles softly at the exchange, finding amusement in the situation.

He moves too quickly for you to grab him and hug him like you desperately want to. He’s one of the cutest little creatures you’ve ever seen, him and his brother both.

Speaking of.. you turn your attention to the other young ape, looking at you shyly, fingers twisting through the fur of his own chest as he studies you. His big blue eyes only accentuates the pitiful look on his cute face and your chest spasms tightly with the urge to squeeze him.

You refrain, sadly. You feel it wouldn’t go over too well to let out your cuteness aggression in front of their father. So instead you reach out and gently cup his little face in your hands, running your thumbs along the soft part of his cheeks. The little one stares at you with wide, curious eyes, his small hands lifting to wrap his fists around your thumbs. “I’m sorry I don’t know your name sweetheart… but I will say that you have the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Has anyone ever told you that before?” you say with genuine admiration.

At your words, his face lights up in pure joy. He starts bouncing around, hooting in celebration, his excitement infectious. You watch in astonishment as he continues his little celebration, clearly overjoyed. Cornelius, not wanting to be left out, joins in the exuberant display, their laughter and hoots filling the space with a symphony of happiness as they wrestle each other, rolling across the floor.

“What-what’s going on?” You stutter in the midst of a small giggle, glancing towards the large ape standing beside you. He watches them with amusement as well, glancing towards you when you speak.

Unable to contain his amusement, he laughs. “He’s excited… you guessed his name,” he explains, his eyes twinkling with mirth. The thought makes you grin like a fool and you can’t help but laugh along with them. Blue was a perfect name for him. Blue and Cornelius.

As the excitement dies down, you look up at the large ape, a realization dawning on you. “I don’t even know your name,” you admit softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. His expression softens, and he steps closer, his presence commanding yet gentle. He reaches for your hand and smiles as if trying to formally introduce himself.

“Caesar,” he says simply, his voice carrying a weight of authority the name reflects. It takes a moment for the name to sink in, and then it finally dawns on you. This is the Caesar you had heard about, the legendary leader of the apes. The one that had led them across the bridge all those years ago. Suddenly you feel shy and somewhat nervous as you blink up at him in surprise.

“We’ll, it-it’s nice to meet you Caesar.”

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**Im still trying to get a feel for my reader character… but things are pretty complex considering her personality has been suppressed by her abuse for so long, so that’s excusable. Anywho thanks for reading! We’ll start getting to the smut soon hopefully, but in the meantime, welcome to the slow burn!***

#caesar pota #planet of the apes #caesar planet of the apes #caesar x human reader #ape culture #pota fanfic #ape society

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evilminji · 1 year ago

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Okay, But, >.> Listen...

So MAYBE, just MAYBE, I am an incureable RoFan Isekai nerd. Shut up about it, maybe. What're you a cop? Mind your business. BUT! And hear me out...

W...What would actually? HAPPEN if Danny went into a Visual Novel? Some Otome game? You know, aside from being vague flustered by and then DEEPLY ALARMED by these walking Red Flag Fruitloops that girls are supposed to find "dreamy" or something?

Like we know how MMOs work for him. And probably OTHER open world games? But a visual novel? Would it be like the Christmas Episode? Would he hear narration? Be stuck in static "scenes"? Or would it be like a cut together "only the interesting parts" movie that he's somehow IN?

Like?? At SOME point his curiosity is gonna get the best of him. He's gonna want to know what different video games are LIKE on the inside? What's Pong like? Tetris? Mario? One of those Mama's cooking games? Etc etc.

He probably hits up a game sale. Buys a box or two. Figures he can always resell um or just give them away for free. Might even use them for parts. Who knows. And?

It's kinda cool!

It's even SCIENCE! See? Tucker's in charge of notes. Sam's in charge of hilarious commentary and pizza. Jazz is keeping them from drinking and doing ghost shit (terrible combination, we never speak of What Happened(tm) again). And the Dr's. Fenton got distracted by making fudge and debating what games should be counted towards which categories.

They've made an afternoon of it.

And NOW? They've reached the bottom of box one. It was "Survive The Villainess! My Rose for You!" Or... judging by Sam's climbing eyebrows and growing scowl? A DEEPLY unpleasant porn game about school girls.

You could not PAY him enough.

Yeah, he DOES realistically kinda want to know what happens.. if.. like? You know... sexy games... like would he? Or does he just WATCH or...? *awkward cough* But! That's NOT for Family Science Night! And DEFINITELY not THAT game, THANKS.

He'll find himself an ETHICALLY SOURCED smutty game full of consensual boning. For PRIVATE TIME. Those test results are gonna show up like MAGIC and we WILL NOT be talking about them! Got it? Good.

Now what the fuck is he look at here?

Jazz is surprisingly knowledgeable. They are not allowed to ask. They respect it. The main character "wakes up" inside the body of a "villainess" and must survive. Turn her terrible reputation around. Avoid "death flags". Preferably romance one of the hot guys?

Uuuuuuuh... you realize Danny's in a committed relationship, right?

Sam and Turker allow it. But they reserve the right to blast his taste in Fantasy Guy's. Chose carefully, for their roasting shall be BRUTAL. Luuuuuv yoooou~♡

He wants a divorce. They're not even MARRIED and he wants a divorce. You see how they mock him, Jazz? The cruelty he suffers? He's taking the Blobs and moving to Frightknight's. They always warned him about you living folks and your fast ways, but he didn't listen! *continued dramatics* *is smacked with a pillow*

But actually going IN? The weirdly, vaguely European over the top EVERYTHING? Giant jewels and ridiculous, fancy dresses? The walking red flag Romantic Archtype Leads? He wants to PUNCH half these guys! This is ABUSE! Are people OKAY!?

Like? I feel like he'd stay way, WAY longer then he needed too? Just out of morbid curiosity? W-where is this plot GOING? It's so dramatic. Why is my dress MORE dramatic now? Why is everything so... Sparkly.

It would be? AMAZING and baffling and I would pay real money to hear their live commentary. "Why not simply judo flip the crown prince off the balcony, then take over the country, sweetie?" "Solid plan, honey! He deserves it!" Beautiful. Flawless. Sage advice really. Too bad Danny can barely walk in his five million bows dress.

It's the BEST Au and I might be a genius. Or deeply sleep deprived. Meh. We'll 50/50 it, six of one, half a dozen of another.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #RoFan #Family Science Night #is an excuse to fuck around and eat pizza #but if you write notes #its technically SCIENCE now!#this week #danny brought GAMES #game testing Au #RoFan games #otome games and ghost powers au #dp x dc #dc x dp

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yandere-fics · 1 month ago

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♡ You Tell Selene You Only Want To Be Friends With Benefits ♡

(sorry I didn't write yesterday, I got high.)

You'd been sleeping with Selene for a solid year at that point, the longest anyone had ever managed to last when it came to sleeping with her, you supposed she just liked something about you in particular. You didn't mind though, she was an excellent hook up, wouldn't be a good relationship but since it was only sex you could ignore all the other red flags. You weren't her mate who would need to deal with all her issues one day and she'd made it clear you weren't dating when you first started, she was saving all that romance stuff for her mate but you could fuck occasionally if you didn't get too attached. Despite this it seemed lately she had been the one getting attached, growling when you left bed Monday morning to return to your nearby town, seeming antsy when she finally picked you up Friday night for your weekend of hooking up. It hadn't been a weekend at first, that would be too intimate but slowly she'd pushed it in what seemed like a desperate attempt to keep you longer.

"You should sleep at my place, then we'd be able to do it more frequently." She suggested one time, not saying moving in but you knew what she meant. You turned her down of course, this was just sex, you weren't going to get entangled with her. She'd started to sound less playful each time she suggested it after that, you shut that down reminding her that you were not her mate. She didn't say it again, instead only looking sullen and agitated when she picked you up on Fridays after that. Today she seemed more excited when you met her in her car, pulling you into a big hug.

"Hey Selene, I thought we agreed no PDA." You really didn't want anyone around you to ask you about her, it was already embarrassing enough they knew you were going to her place every weekend, despite being their goddess, she was not very well liked in werewolf territory. Beyond that those humans who did sleep with Selene were mostly looked down on since she was such a sleaze and had a mate out there somewhere. Your reputation took quite a hit at first when it became known.

"I discovered something amazing today, my little dove." She grinned down at you, something about it was making you nervous. She was always intense when she looked at you but today you felt like you had to get away from her. You'd end it today you decided. She'd broken her own rule by falling for you. "You're my soulmate!"

You shoved her away, as well as much you could at least, heaving as you tried to process that information. There was just no world in which you wanted to be with her long term, she was great for sex, you loved that part but she just came off as a horrible partner to have and you really didn't even want anything serious probably ever. You weren't into relationships.

"So that means you can move in now, dove." She tried to pull you closer but you dodged her arms eliciting a growl from her.

"I don't want to, I was only with you for sex!" You shouted drawing the attention of some of your more nosy neighbors who wanted to know why their goddess and a human were fighting. She let out a growl at that grabbing you and shoving you in her car with a bit more force then necessary.

"Well now we can do that more often! Don't worry, I'll forgive you for that outburst you just had." She climbed in the car after you beginning to undress you in the backseat. The windows were tinted so no one could probably see in but they all definitely knew what was happening in there.

You may have only wanted her for sex at the moment but she was sure you'd come around to her in general if she just fucked you good enough often enough.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc selene

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lirotation · 1 year ago

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Ascended Astarion x Female Tav, one shot exercise.

I don't do Ascended Astarion stuff usually, but I was exchanging emails with my friend, and he said, "I'm sure you let Astarion ascend since you were so in love with him you'd want to do anything to make him happy."

Ummm, end of friendship, hahahaha. No, I was so surprised he would think that. Ascended Astarion is a glaring relationship red flag. If there's one piece of advice I can offer to younger women, it's this: never allow your partner to have complete control over you. Always nurture your own freedom and power.

Keep pursuing your career aspirations. Maintain close ties with family and friends who support you. Develop your own interests and skills. Make sure you can simply get up and leave and that you can support yourself if you do need to leave.

I'm not suggesting you take a cynical or suspicious view of relationships. But entering any partnership as equals, with your own solid ground to stand on, is key. The joy of intimacy relies on mutual care, respect and consent between free individuals.

If you find yourself yielding your autonomy or goals to maintain a relationship, or walking on eggshells to avoid angering someone, those are major red flags. Have the courage to reevaluate any bond that becomes more confining than uplifting.

No matter how tempting the fantasy, an unequal power dynamic will likely turn unhealthy over time. I am sure in the game, Ascended Astarion really loved Tav, but the heart is a fickle thing, and eternity is simply too long.

I used a base from talented SeraphicMayin on Deviantart as reference. Link below.

#Forgive me for being preachy #I just feel really strong about this #astarion fanart #astarion #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 #procreate #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x female tav #bg3 comic #astarion comic #bg3 webcomic #webcomic

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sourb0i · 5 months ago

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Just got out of Beetlejuice 2! I'd give it a 4/10 overall

Pros:

All the original actors (Michael Keaton, Catherine O'Hara etc, Wynona Rider) reprised their roles really well; Catherine O'Hara in particular

The relationship between Lydia and Delia was nice; I enjoyed the whole 'you did it to me, now it's happening to you' between Celia, Lydia, and Astrid

Practical effects were good; honestly it was just refreshing to have any at all. I especially liked Charles' shark-bite effect

There were some genuinely funny parts, especially the (first part of) the wedding musical number

I thought Dolores was interesting as an antagonist, and I liked her character design (though I have gripes- see below)

Cons

The vibe just wasn't there. The plot didn't really feel committed to any one thing, and when the movie ended my first thought was "what the fuck was that about?"

There were also a lot of plot holes-- or at least, worldbuilding holes. Why was Beetlejuice working in the Afterlife office? Why is there a crime unit (and laundromat)? Why couldn't Lydia see her dead husband, even though he said he "checked up on [her and Astrid]" periodically?

I am honestly really pissed about how Barbara and Adam were written off. Obviously they can't have the original actors reprising their roles, but they deserved a better ending than a hand-waved one liner.

While Dolores had a lot of potential as an antagonist, she wasn't given nearly enough character. Her only lines (as far as I can remember) were "Where's Beetlejuice". Why is she so obsessed with him? What does she hope to gain by reuniting with him? What's the deal with her soul-sucking quest for immortality? So much wasted potential

The same was true of...the Murderous Boyfriend Who Was Such a Non-Character That I Forgot His Name As Soon As He Said it.

Seriously. They could've set up a great plot twist if they'd given him more character/more set-up with the parents. Instead the guy was a walking red flag.

I also wasn't a huge fan of Astrid's character. Like they set her up to be this girl who is ostracized bc of her mom (fair), but then instead of leaning into that they made her into this Gen Z Feminist/Eco-Warrior archetype, and it just felt like the writers were trying to make fun of that instead of actually making her into a whole person. Like, ok, she knows who Marie Curie is (even tho she got the nationality wrong), but what does she do for fun? What kind of music does she like? Does she have any hobbies outside of activism?

While I enjoyed some of the musical numbers (the wedding, and the soul train particularly) on their own merits, they just felt really out of place. The original had a solid musical theme, but this felt all over the place

Also! I wish we'd gotten to see more of Lydia interacting with ghosts in her day-to-day life! That seems like something that could be really traumatic and/or played up for comedic purposes. I loved the gag with her and the other actress in the bathroom! Give me more of that!

Overall, the movie felt like it didn't really know what to do with itself. There were so many out-of-place cameos (Burn Goreman, I'm looking at you), and stylistically and thematically it never really felt committed to one thing. It was an empty movie with nothing to say, and that's really disappointing, because it had a lot of potential to be something fun.

(Also. Produced by Brad Pitt?????)

#sour speaks #sour watches movies #beetlejuice #i grew up on the original so i was especially looking forward to this #not that i had high expectations #but still. disappointing even for what I expected out of a sequel.#beetlejuice 2 #beetlejuice beetlejuice #beetle juice 2 spoilers #beetlejuice beetlejuice spoilers

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For Cevans + Bucky.. I curious what is each of their ‘toxic traits’ or ‘red flags’ in a relationship… assuming characters like Lloyd do find themselves in an actual monogamous relationship. Whether it’s jealousy, excessive possessiveness, manipulative behavior.. etc I’m curious to know your thoughts on whose what 🥰🖤

o.0 ok this is interesting...

And since you specifically brought him up, I'll start with Lloyd--Warnings for sexual references and toxic behaviors. MINORS DNI.

Lloyd Hansen

Not sure if there's a name for this trait, but I believe Lloyd would have a huge issue merging sex and feelings. He can fuck without thinking and be selfish. If he grows to actually respect someone?? Well...if he does care, I'm not sure he can bring himself to use a partner the same way he would a throwaway hole. Lloyd might have a bit of trouble bringing that pedestal down once he puts you up there.

That's what was so beautiful and easy for him before: he never cared; he could just enjoy himself and not give a shit about anyone else. This might lead to him finding release with others (cheating) when he can't bring himself to treat you the same way he did before catching feelings.

Steve Rogers

Passivity. (Is that a real word for this? Whoops.)

He's so patient and so stoic and so fucking passive, you just want to wring his neck sometimes. He will not ask if/when something seems off/awkward between you. Steve just waits for you to bring it up if you ever do. He doesn't really take charge inside your relationship. He will answer any question you pose straight to him, but otherwise, fucking nothing.

Bucky Barnes

Doomsday mindset. Buck spirals like crazy and always assumes the worst. If you laugh really loud at someone else's joke? You like them better. You're going to leave him. If you don't text or call him for one day? You don't want to talk to him, aren't thinking about him, and have moved on.

He relies heavily on proximity to assuage these fears, so leaving on extended missions is akin to torture. There's always a period of having to smother him in reassurance once he returns. Every. Single. Time.

James Mace

His greatest strength is his greatest weakness: practicality.

Mace is the fucking worst at casual romance; I bet you didn't even know this guy liked you until his tongue was deep in your mouth. It all seemed just professional, or just friendly, until suddenly it didn't, meaning Mace offers zero reassurance that you two are going anywhere. He may assume you two are fine...all the time...because he said he was fine and happy that one time three months ago. That's good enough, right?

Y'all know I love this boi to the sun and back, but his emotional openness is extremely lacking. He's the type I can see being broken up with A LOT simply because he won't fight to stay together/connected. He takes it for granted that you are together.

Curtis Everett

Lack of communication. Curtis will let things fester until the last second. He is a bit of a procrastinator when it comes to everything, bless, but Curtis is not a fan of deep and emotional conversations. This can--and often does--make you feel like your relationship develops super slowly and isn't solid/stable. He cares for you, but it's difficult to tell if you two are ever on exactly the same page until the end of the chapter. Playing catchup is frustrating.

Jimmy Dobyne

Womp. My least favorite of the toxic traits (weirdly, because it's not even the actual worst)--Jimmy is that old-school, typical man who expects a certain amount of subservience from his partner. He's not going to cook if you're there. He's not going to clean when you can instead. When it comes to you're own kids, he's defers to you unless specifically asked (when alone), not when in public.

And that's really the problem with this behavior: it looks to outsiders that he treats you equally and pulls his weight because he absolutely can. He just defaults to being the breadwinner/man of the house.

This could be overcome but only if you force the conversation a bunch of times. You work and are tired at the end of the day, but for some reason it's 'different' when he is tired from working and unwilling to do anything at the end of the day.

Johnny Storm

Petty, mindgame, stereotypical manipulations. Johnny is notoriously 'in-tune' with the ladies, but he is SO USED TO bimbos who play the games of dating (i.e. acting uninterested to make men chase them, saying the opposite of what they mean, etc.) that he plays them, too. He doesn't act as interested as he is. He plays it cool and hard to get and indifferent. He behaves as if any decent amount of time and affection is smothering and clingy. He doesn't let himself be vulnerable in any way...

...until well after most girls would have given up.

Jake Jensen

Insecurity. He's inexperienced and second-guesses everything he does. He takes advise from all the wrong people and gets it from places. Jake is not confident enough to trust his instincts, and it gets him into more trouble than he even realizes. After an extremely long time (and endless patience from his partner), Jake comes into his own, gets comfortable, and might take the lead every now and then.

Ari Levinson

Excessive possessiveness 100%. I've touched on this in a B&B story, but Ari doesn't own a whole lot. One of those few things is you.

I actually believe he's able to tamp this urge down a good portion of the time. However, if Ari is worn down or drunk, he can't moderate that you are his, he wants you right here, and he will fucking fight. You have to keep him on his best behavior around newer friends or business folk. He doesn't understand that professional courtesy might look similar to flirting. Sometimes you'll need to butter up men, but you'll also need Ari to not be around for that.

Ransom Drysdale

Also possessive but mostly JEALOUS. Jealous to the point a frequent stocking stuffer at xmastime is Jelly Bellies. It's a running joke; even if he doesn't particularly like every flavor in the bag, they are his jelly beans. Ran won't share. He fucking hates it. He hates sharing you for any amount of time or reason. Having family and friends is vaguely okay (male friends...eh, attractive male friends can eat shit), but having coworkers who get your attention? Fuck right off with that. Come home to him. Hold his hand. Sit in his lap. Don't smile at that person. Don't go out when you could stay with him.

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