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She lost her support, but she didn't lose you
The father is the family's protector, the knight in his daughter's eyes, the steadfast guardian, the unshakable fortress. Now, imagine the overwhelming heartbreak when this fortress crumbles before her very eyes. Imagine the devastating void a daughter feels when her sense of security is ripped away. This is exactly what happened to Rania.

Rania, a sensitive and gifted artist, witnessed the unimaginable—her father, her source of safety and strength, was taken from her in front of her very eyes while the family sought refuge in Al-Shifa Hospital.
Despite the crushing weight of her loss, Rania continues to channel her pain and the collective suffering of Palestinians through her art. Her work speaks volumes about resilience, hope, and the indomitable human spirit.
But Rania needs our help to keep going. She now carries the burden of caring for her mother, her siblings, and their children. Supporting Rania not only honors her father’s memory but also ensures that her art, her story, and her family’s survival continue to inspire us all. Let us stand with Rania and enable her to be a family supporter after her father
This is also the PiPal link for immediate support if you can't donate via GofundMe
Rania Youssef's campaign received €4,819 five months ago, but in the last days her campaign slows down. Any donation you can send to Rania will serve as a support for her after she loses her children.
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Good Roommates Don't (m)
for @ddeonghwa-s secret cupid collab i recieved you @haologram! Secret Cupid Masterlist found here!
Pairing: roommate! Minghao x barista!afab!reader Word count: 14.1k rating: R Summary: Xu Minghao had been the most ethereal being you've ever laid your eyes on to the point being unable of functioning like a normal person, but now you're roommates. Only time will tell when you lose your mind keeping your hands to yourself, so there needed to be a list of things you don't do if you wanted to be a good roommate. tags: meet-ugly, strangers to roommates to lovers, college au, barista au, down bad!reader, mentions of band, brief bdsm, mc fell first he fell harder, cum swapping, spitting, oral (giving and receiving), face riding, unprotected sex author note: thank you @lovetaroandtaemin and @gyubakeries beta-reading this with me. after writing towtsyfdtotbycf (holy shit) i was in a little bit of a slump and had several and i mean SEVERAL versions of this and for months racked my brain how i wanted to do this. Alta, i care for you deeply and we've gotten close in the last year or so, so i really wanted to write something that would amuse you and that you'd enjoy. and if you hate it you can use it as leverage to berate me on discord lol. but please, my valentine, enjoy my gift to you. happy Valentines day Alta (and tell me was i really not that slick) <3
When you first met Minghao, you almost killed him trying to save his life. At least, that's what you thought you were doing.
All you had to do was bear a normal shift at the Coffee Shop, attempt a semblance of a smile for the oncoming customers, and clock out at your normal hour, but the universe couldn’t even give you that. Instead, they sent you the hottest guy imaginable, along with the swiftness of a gazelle, the strength of a gorilla, and the intuition of a garden gnome. That day just confirmed that some things were better left alone.
A few things were already going wrong that day. For one, your alarm didn't go off. The alarm being your mom, who usually kicked you out of bed first thing at 9 am, since she had a doctor’s appointment. Fair enough. The strings of fate got you there. All the more reason why moving out seemed like a distant dream rather than a close reality. Were you really capable of being a functioning adult?
Then there was the bus and having to shell out twenty bucks for a Lyft when the next scheduled bus was reported to have broken down and was no longer an option. That twenty bucks could’ve been your meal for the next week, but no, being fiscally responsible was a circus act, and you were the clown being pied in the face repeatedly. As if you weren’t already putting on a face and juggling multiple things enough on a daily basis, today was no different.
And then, you were late to work—which again, was nothing new—but you were hoping that Nayeon, who was scheduled as the shift manager, let you off with a warning. Yet, somehow, that went wrong as well, seeing that the shittier manager on your shift, Manager Fi, was present instead. And, by the look in the old man's eyes, he wasn’t happy about it either, especially considering he assigned you bathroom duty for the end of your shift to make up for your tardiness. He never liked you since you started. Then again, he didn’t like anybody, and vice versa.
This morning was bad omen after bad omen.
Leading up to finally meeting Minghao—tall, scorchingly hot Minghao, with lips that looked soft as clouds. You hadn’t seen him around before until today, and perhaps it should’ve stayed that way, because you couldn’t see yourself facing him ever again.
He walked in with his large group of friends, all almost nearly as charming as him with a handful of faces that you’ve seen once or twice, but none that stood quite out like his. He had the kind of face that made you want to paint murals, write ballads, or stare long enough to linger too long over the same spot you were cleaning on the counter, windshield wiping until the wet streaks you wiped off devolved to discoloration and damaged the countertop’s cheap sealant. Eventually, you averted your gaze to conceal your flushed cheeks—turning away in clear embarrassment, thinking about how much of a fucking creep you probably looked overtly gawking at him—but you’d soon realized that was the least of your worries. You’d soon wish it ended with you looking like a creep.
The next moment you lifted your eyes towards him again, you found him in a compromising position, one that had you thinking—and that was your first mistake. His face twisted with discomfort, and he gasped as he covered his mouth. A million thoughts raced through your mind, considering all the possible reasons for his distress, and one screamed the loudest above all, setting off alarm bells. So you—being meddling and troublesome you—acted on instinct.
Hopping over the counter, you raced towards him, pulled him off the booth which he was luckily on the edge of, and immediately attempted the Heimlich. Finally, your CPR certification could be put to use. You embraced him from behind, putting pressure on his ribcage as you launched and thrust yourself against him, forcing whatever was lodged in his throat out of his body.
“I’ve got you!” you exclaimed heroically.
You put in as much strength as you could muster, truly hoping to save a life today, thinking out of all things that have gone wrong today, at least this would be one thing you’ve done right. You could feel your ancestors looking down on you to witness a proud moment in your otherwise boring and mundane life.
After several rough collisions with his body, he eventually spat something chewed up and unsightly onto the booth’s table, drawing the attention of several onlookers if your boisterous shouting hadn’t already. His friends were quick to look away, wincing in disgust while the cute boy doubled over in pain, holding himself by the ribs as you ran your eyes over at him in concern.
“Are you alright, sir? That must’ve been terrifying to suffocate on something so suddenly.”
He then finally lifted his head. His cheeks were flushed as anguish took over his features. “I wasn’t choking,” He rasped.
“...Come again?”
“Oh my god!” A third-party witness stood up dramatically from their seat. “This barista just saved this young man’s life!”
Suddenly, you were punished with attention, cheers specifically. All except the people who sat at the cute boy’s table clapped for you—or, rather at you now—and gave you standing ovations for your grand heroic act, when in fact, it wasn’t heroic at all. Meanwhile, you attempted to settle them down, flapping your hands dismissively and growing hot all over. You looked over the man you so-called saved as he strained to sit back in his seat, being tended by the friends he came with.
“Dude, you okay?”
“Shit, that looked like it hurt.”
“You probably shouldn't have been drinking it that fast, Minghao.”
It turned out you had severely miscalculated the situation. What appeared to be choking, prompting you to improperly administer a rough but appropriate Heimlich maneuver, was simply a mildly exaggerated reaction to hot coffee followed by a muffin to alleviate his burnt taste buds. You, of course, profusely apologized, as if you weren’t embarrassed enough for staring at him the whole time working your entire shift at the coffee shop because he was the most breathtakingly stunning person you’ve ever seen in your life. You might’ve just about broken his ribs and made his life flash before his eyes by abruptly slamming your body against him repeatedly, and not in the fun way.
Rather than an apartment, you were in desperate need of a hole deep enough to lead you to the core of the Earth to hide you from everyone else on the crust, ideally with cheap rent and good air ventilation.
You bowed your head in humiliation, unable to meet any of their eyes, especially with the possibility of them remembering your face with a lawsuit waiting to happen. “I can’t believe that happened, I am so sorry. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.”
“It’s okay, really, but I think we’ve had enough excitement for today if you don’t mind.”
The attractive stranger—or Minghao, as you’ve learned from his friends who immediately rushed to him in concern—shook his hand in the air reassuringly. “Just, no more of that, alright? Make sure someone’s actually choking before trying to save them.”
“Right, please have a wonderful rest of your day,” you said, before returning to your station and disappearing behind the breakroom, screaming into your cubby and avoiding human interaction for as long as you could.
That scene replayed in your mind over and over like a recurring nightmare, burning the image of his beautiful face with such disdain for all eternity, while his name etched into your brain in permanent ink, embedded in every wrinkle in your brain. Minghao. A devastatingly beautiful name for a devastatingly beautiful owner.
Ugh. Get a fucking grip.
You just needed to get through the rest of the day. It would just be a couple more hours until your shift ended, and then you’d leave on the dot. It’d be just in time to make your appointment to meet your new potential roommate. Hopefully, it would be the silver lining of today’s catastrophic mess.
You met on electronic class forums while attending the same Cultural Studies course and somehow ended up relying on each other for notes. By your chat history, you seemed to have a lot in common—with the exception of his preference for tea over artisanal coffee—and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get giddy seeing the green circle next to his username. Recently, he had just talked about moving into town after pondering the idea for so long, and as fate may have it, you’ve been looking for your own place to stay. You figured he seemed nice enough, and he even offered a reasonable quote on rent. It wouldn’t hurt to take a look. You just hoped he was as friendly in real life as he was online—with the day you had, you needed a win.
And, that win started with Chinese food, his choice, and it was a good one. You hadn’t been at this location before, taking note of the old-fashioned aesthetic touched by the harshness of modern neon signs that lit even the darkest of hallways. You were now thinking you ought to come more often as the heavenly notes of soy, ginger, and whatever concoction bled through the kitchen curtains and wafted through your nostrils the moment you passed through the double doors. Immediately, you were greeted by the host, visibly tired and overworked, with dark circles under his eyes, before he led you to a table in the center of the restaurant. You settled your nerves with a glass of water, trying to let the horrific events from today fade to as black as the soy sauce loitering on your table, waiting for a plate of dumplings to accompany them.
Funny how you could still have an appetite after everything that happened.
It wasn’t too long after you heard the same doors you walked through open, setting off the familiar sound of its wind chimes. You peered behind you, catching a glimpse of the new arrival, and immediately spun back in your seat, startled by the face that passed through your eyes. Trepidation brewed within you as the unsolicited visitor had your stomach in knots.
You couldn’t take another incident tonight.
You slunk into your seat, burying your chin in your shirt, hoping you’d somehow camouflage into your seat, facing away from the new arrival. Meanwhile, his eyes skimmed the room, walking in with purpose without guidance and greeting the employees as if he were right at home. Fortunately, he had yet to notice your presence as you slinked out of view the moment he passed by you to sit at the bar, while you made way into a booth in the dark corner of the restaurant, cursing the fates for their cruel games once again. You just had hoped that your new roommate would hurry it up already so you could get out of here before you were discovered.
And after about ten minutes, it felt as if all hope was lost. There was no sign of them and you were wondering if you had been stood up. Amid your anticipation, you were forced to pay attention to the person you were avoiding, seeing his patience wear thin with the tap of his foot as he sipped the last of his iced tea. Not a moment too soon, you saw him pluck his phone out from his pocket, fingers skittering over the screen before bringing it to his ear and scanning the restaurant’s floor plan. In the same instant, your phone went off, blaring your cursed ringtone, ‘Pocketful of Sunshine’, and the realization—along with the panic—quickly set in.
Alerted by the noise, his head whipped up from his screen. His eyebrows rose in shock, not all expecting the outcome that arose, and he dropped to his feet and quickly darted toward the sound that you—for the life of you—could not turn off fast enough. His footsteps matched the rate of your heart pounding in your chest, growing louder and closer until he found the source and located you cowering in the corner.
You lifted your head to lock eyes for the first time since this morning just as you finally managed to silence the ringtone and gave him an awkward laugh, waving with your phone in hand. Taking a nervous gulp, you awaited his disappointment, expecting him to make his quick exit after evaluating in the two seconds of your meeting that this arrangement would not work out because you were a deranged psycho with a savior complex. To your pleasant surprise, that didn't happen. Instead, you were met with a gentle smile and a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “There you are.”
You forced a sheepish chuckle. “Here I am, ha.”
Minghao softly chuckled before tucking his phone in his back pocket. “And to think just this morning you ‘saved my life.’”
You shut your eyes tightly, hands pressing together as if begging for forgiveness. “Again I am so, so sorry for that. It did look like you were choking.”
He shook his head reassuringly. “So you’ve said. I’m Minghao, or PalE8. Nice to meet you, CafeMixr0.”
“Is it…nice to meet me?” You asked dubiously.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
You blinked incredulously. “Well, for several reasons.”
He shrugged before entering the booth and leaving a healthy distance to sit just across from you. “Can’t think of any. Have you ordered anything yet?”
You shook your head, befuddled by his nonchalance, waiting to see the catch, if there was any.
“Good thing I know everything worth ordering.” His hand shot up before grabbing the attention of a server to get his order taken.
You weren't sure where the night was going. All you knew was the boy that you almost killed this morning was sitting across from you looking as breathtaking as he did this morning, even while slurping up his stir fry that was glossed with a sheen of chilli oil and swelling up his already full lips. Rather than a roommate meetup—if that was still the case—it felt like a date, a date you were exceedingly ill-prepared for.
Suddenly, you could feel the sweat on the back of your knees, feeling the strong urge to sniff the clothes on your back, unsure when the last time you did a fresh load of laundry and if your current attire was included in that load at all. Not to mention that bathroom duty that was forced upon you, which no doubt seeped into your clothes. You were better off naked, but then that would be an entire different kind of meeting, wouldn’t it?
“You’re okay, right?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from your spiraling thoughts as you barely finished your portion of chow mein—which was absolutely heavenly, to put it lightly.
He let out a light chuckle before kindly reassuring you. “How many times are you going to ask me? You and everyone from this morning. I’m fine, able-bodied and everything.”
“I just felt really bad. You looked really hurt.”
He couldn’t suppress his grin, finding your cautiousness amusing, but it only added to your unease. “I was hurt. You’re really, really strong.”
You winced. “Again. I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s a quality of a good roommate.” He finished the last bit of his meal before dropping a couple of bills without asking for the tab. “Come on. I’ve got to show you the apartment.”
You raised an eyebrow while sipping your warm tea before tapping your mouth with a napkin. “You still want to room with me? After this morning?”
“There’s not a lot of good options for roommates in the city, and what are the odds that you’ll try to kill me twice?”
He had a fair point, and it wasn’t like you had options lining up either. You just had to hope he didn’t regret taking this chance on you.
A big reason why you wanted to move out was to learn to be on your own, but in addition to that, the city had pretty much everything to offer. The city had it all, from job opportunities to the right people to meet, and the apartment Minghao led you to was the center of the entirety of it. High above the town square, in a room several floors up, there was a nook that had a view through a large window overlooking everything within about a two-mile radius. If there was anything nice to say about the city, it definitely looked better from where you were standing. The street lights illuminated streets, neon signs brought the local businesses to life, and people that ran the night life lived it to the fullest in the flashiest clothes imaginable. You had never seen your city like this before.
Meanwhile, the apartment itself was gorgeous and already fully furnished with stylish furniture and greenery that touched the kitchen and living room. It was graced with Minghao’s taste in art and an eccentric—but tasteful—color palette of warm browns, olive greens, and rustic oranges. It felt like walking into Minghao’s mind, seeing into his world, and you were given the opportunity of it being yours, being part of his world. He was generous enough to even let you pass through the front door.
“So?” he asked, gauging your interest, watching as you looked down at the city from the large window nook in awe.
You softly scoffed, unable to take your eyes off the beautiful view calling to you like a siren at sea. “Um, I’m sorry, you had trouble finding a roommate, how?”
He crossed his arms, admiring the sight with you, glancing at you through his peripheral vision and grinning when he saw the childlike sparkle in your eyes. “I’m new to the city, and everyone I know here has their own living arrangements. I didn’t want to go too far in looking for a new roommate. I thought we'd work well together, since we’re based in the same city now and have a lot in common based on our conversations.”
“I almost killed you this morning,” You’ve pointed out to…death.
“Although you’re…impulsive and unpredictable, I’ve seen worse. I think I’ll manage.” He splayed his hand in front of you, gesturing for a shake to officially seal the deal. “What do you say? Do you still want to be roommates?”
Everything about this screamed it was a bad idea. Putting aside the fact that you nearly killed the man, you could barely stand in the presence of him without your mind drifting to dark waters. It didn’t take rocket science to understand that putting you in that same living quarters with Minghao meant you might have to live every day together with your hands tied behind your back and thighs taped shut. You’ve surprised yourself with how you’ve managed to keep your composure sharing the same air—the air you were even thinking of savoring as you contemplated this offer.
You were down-righteously-bad. You weren’t a fit roommate for Minghao in the slightest.
Yet, you took his hand, letting his cool palm clash with your warmth as his digits wrapped around you in a tight squeeze before shaking. “Let’s do it.”
And that marked the start of a new chapter of your life, unraveling the challenge of being Xu Minghao’s roommate. Only, he wasn’t the challenge. He was a breath of fresh autumn air. He was kind beyond words and accommodating in every step of your move. You were already familiar with his gentle and patient nature, as he had frequently taken the time to clarify complex ideas for class, and you’ve learned about the majority of his interests prior from your online discussions, but seeing PalE8’s traits in person—embodied in Minghao—was bizarre. You realized he was still a stranger after all. A stranger that claimed your breath with a single bat of his eyes and turned your stomach inside out worse than a bad case of food poisoning, no less.
Meanwhile, the neighbors knew him by name, were endeared by his presence, and found him to be a delightful conversationalist as well as a helping hand when the situation called for it. He was better than your friendly neighborhood spiderman. He was your kind, considerate, intricately woven, beautifully complex, and knees-bucklingly handsome Minghao.
You weren’t usually a sexual deviant, at least not to this extent, but Minghao brought something out of you that you hadn’t felt for another person. However, if you were going to live together, that had to change. This crush was going to have to dwindle out of existence if you wanted to live together—emphasis on you—in peace.
So, that’s when you decided to make a list of rules that only you had to follow. Sure, you were an adult, and the thought of giving yourself rules to keep your hands to yourself was juvenile and stupid, but for the sake of your sanity, you were looking for anything that might work. That’s when you decided to make a list of things “good roommates don’t do”, thinking it would be shorter and easier to sum up than a long redundant list of things good roommates would do, and the first thing to top the list was easy.
Good roommates don’t almost kill each other (again).
That seemed easy enough to remember, considering the first time was traumatic enough, and fortunately, it didn’t take too much effort, considering you hardly saw each other despite living together.
You ended up taking up more shifts at work, desperate enough to even join the catering team, to keep yourself busy and afford the new expense of rent, sacrificing a lot more of your free time. Meanwhile, Minghao’s work schedule was not only demanding, it was inconsistent. Working at a popular art gallery as an artist and attendant with frequent and erratic events to go to until late at night prompted your roommate to be seen home a lot less than expected. By the time either of you got home, there wouldn’t be so much of a hello or goodbye either, just the sounds of bodies falling on beds in either rooms as the day’s fatigue engulfed you until you succumbed to sleep.
You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little disappointed by these circumstances, but then again, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Seeing him as little as you did meant less opportunity for you to screw things up around him, because it seemed to happen quite frequently when he was around. The few times you did cross paths, you still found ways to humiliate yourself.
“That’s mine.”
You held the toothbrush mid-scrub, bubbles foaming at the corners of your mouth, “Eh?”
“I think you’re using my toothbrush.”
Your cheeks immediately grew warm, and you shielded your face with the back of your hand. You spat into the sink and splashed water on your face to rid yourself of toothpaste residue before turning back to respond, his words jumbling in your head and bouncing from corner to corner to process them. “I-I don’t think so, this is the one I always use.”
He snickered, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms, delectably dressed down in a gray tank top and sweatpants. The tempting taste of domesticity was sweet and permeated your tastebuds. “If that’s the case, we’ve been sharing, because I’ve always kept my brush there in the marble cup. Yours should be behind the medicine cabinet where you first left it.”
“What? You sure?” you pinned the used toothbrush on the sink’s porcelain before cracking open the medicine cabinet. “I’m pretty sure I took it—Ah!”
Startled by your findings, you dropped the toothbrush you gripped in your hand onto the floor when you’ve proven Minghao right as his toothbrush fell to the ground, now defiled with your oral bacteria and whatever was on the floor. The one day you take a shift later than usual because a member begged to take on more shifts, it blew up in your face. Seokmin, you will rue the day. “I-I’ll clean it!” You offered in a panicked tone.
He pushed himself off the threshold, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t, please. It’s dirty; I can just replace it.”
Filled with guilt, you stepped aside to watch him pick up the dirty brush before disposing of it in the waste bin, “Sorry.”
“You say that a lot.”
He pulled a fresh toothbrush out of a drawer and ripped it out of its packaging. It was notably identical to his previous and your current abandoned toothbrush, down to the bristles. “No worries. See,” he turned the new hygiene tool for inspection, “Clean.”
“Regret having me as a roommate yet?” you joked anxiously towards his reflection in the mirror.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing I can’t manage. I lived in a boarding house full of guys that shared things without asking and it didn’t stop at toothbrushes. You’re the first roommate I’ve had that’s apologized. I say that’s an upgrade.”
He went on to brush his teeth with his newly obtained brush, christening the bristles with a squeeze of fluoride toothpaste before scrubbing against his pearly whites. He never ceased to amaze you with his aloof attitude towards the situation, as if he’d become accustomed to your chaos when he didn’t need to be at all. This situation, however, did indicate that you had another thing to be added to the list.
Good roommates don’t use each other’s toothbrush (even by accident)
In your room just before you left for work, you haphazardly added to the list you put on a crumpled piece of paper you kept in your wallet, ensuring you held your list close before setting the pen aside. Your heart pounded against your chest, thinking what that had meant all this time. How you’ve pretty much swapped saliva nearly every day with Minghao since moving in. The fact that it had gone on for so long repulsed you, but not anymore than the tiny part of yourself that maybe had always known and continued to do it.
You held your digits to your lips, brushing the pads against the slit of your mouth, ragged breaths slowly leaving your lungs as you reached your enamel. Tension pooled in your stomach as the images that infiltrated your dreams were currently being conjured in your consciousness, while arousal chased down your legs as you clenched them together. Jolted back to reality, you wound your eyes shut, remembering how little he cared about the matter, how nonchalant he was when he found out. Meanwhile, here you were: perverse, losing your mind, and letting your imagination run wild like a hormonal teenager with her celebrity crush.
Fuck. You needed a night out. You had been cooped up in the apartment for too goddamn long. The only other place you went was work, and knowing labor laws, they had to give you a night or two off for all the time you’d been putting in. There was a whole outside world, and you needed to buck up and take advantage of it. You had to do something other than fawn over your very hot roommate. Losing some spare change was worth the sanity. At least, you hoped it was.
“You going out tonight?”
Hearing a familiar tenor voice, your head lifted up from fixing the strap of your shoes to see him remove his coat and store it away in the front entrance closet. “Oh, you’re home,” you stated.
“Yeah. The gallery is closed tonight for a bigger show this weekend, so I have a couple days where I’m off earlier than usual.”
More time for Minghao to be at home. Great.
You nodded, keeping your cool at the sight of his turtleneck hugging his lean and toned frame, making your heart work overtime in place of you this evening. “I see, but yeah. A couple of my friends and I are trying out that new place that just opened up in midtown.”
“Oh, let me know how that goes. Me and some friends had plans to go there too.”
“Okay.” You hurried your way to the door. “Don’t wait up.”
“Wait.”
Hand on the door knob, you cursed under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut as if bracing for impact before opening them, and turned around with an innocuous expression. “Yes?”
He held out his hand. “Your phone please.”
“Hmm? Why,” you asked, unlocking it before complying.
He smiled accepting it, before swiping his fingers off the screen. “I’m sending myself your location.”
And there your heart when pitter-patter again at thoughtful and kind hot as fuck Minghao. “I just told you where I’d be.”
“That could always change. Here,” he said, handing your phone back, beaming back at you warmly. “Just in case something happens, and you can always call me if you feel unsafe, okay?”
You gave a soft pout, cheeks growing warm at the thought of Minghao’s concern over you. It pleased you more than it should’ve. “Thanks. What are you gonna do tonight?”
He shrugged, taking a quick glance over his shoulder. “Maybe do some light reading and tea, paint if inspiration hits me.”
You gave a small grin, thinking just how Minghao those activities sound. “Sounds enlightening. Okay. I’ll be home soon.”
“Be safe.”
Even long after you’d left, you kept thinking about that interaction. How domestic it felt, how safe it made you feel, how seen you really were. It made you wonder if he was tracking you right now, looking at his phone, staring at the dot indicating where you were located. You wondered if he was thinking about you right now, because you were most certainly thinking about him.
Your mission of trying to forget Minghao by going out definitely was not working, but you took that as a sign to keep drinking. Your friends didn’t get to see you often with how much you worked, so they were just happy to see you were having a good time, not knowing you were trying to drown out the consuming thoughts of a certain man with a peculiar color scheme.
They wouldn’t have known the way you let yourself get felt up by a stranger near the dance floor, standing so close you could smell the knock off cologne he was practically bathing in as his breath hung in the air against your neck. When it went nowhere, he eventually left, looking for prospects elsewhere, while you stuck to your mission, seeing it work at some point at night. Until it didn’t, but you didn’t remember because eventually it’d all fade to black.
Your eyes ripped open, waking up with the biggest headache, blinded by the natural rays of light bleeding through blinds—only your room didn’t have blinds. You specifically made sure to have blackout curtains because you couldn’t stand waking up to the sun, and that hasn’t ever changed. Grumbling irritatingly along the lines about who turned on the lights, you flipped on the other side of the bed with a half awoken daze, your blurry vision making out a lumpy figure underneath the covers.
You drew closer in confusion, trying to make sense of what you were seeing before taking in the fact the lump had a face as blinding as the sun you turned away from, startling you upon recognition. Your eyes shot open, wide awake now, and you nearly stumbled out of the mattress before his arms grabbed you, latching on you before you could fall off and safely secured you in his tucked embrace.
“It’s a bit early for your charming antics, isn’t it?” Minghao chucked with closed eyes.
You blinked back at him, licking your lips anxiously. “How am I here right now?”
His eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light. “You mean alive or in bed with me?”
Your cheeks grew hot. “B-both.”
“I wish I had an answer for the first question, but it seems your creator had more plans for you. As for your second concern, you seemed confused and tired, and I assumed you confused this bed for yours.”
“You should’ve kicked me out.”
He shrugged nonchalantly, rubbing his hands over your shoulders and sending a chill down your spine. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
You let out a soft sigh, ridden with guilt. “I’d deserve it. I must’ve been annoying to deal with.”
He knitted his brows together, the corner of his lips softly turning down. “You really don’t like yourself.”
“No—well, maybe not lately. Maybe I’m just coming to the realization I’m not a good roommate.”
“No one is good at anything their first time.”
“You’re not denying it!”
“You’re a fine roommate.” Patting you on the back, he threw off the covers and pushed himself out of bed, leaving his room to trod toward the kitchen. You followed after curiously, like a duckling that imprinted on its mother, watching as he pulled out ingredients from the fridge’s shelves. “Anything you’re allergic to?” He asked over his shoulder.
“Nothing comes to mind.” You answered hesitantly.
“Good. The recipe is fairly easy anyway, it shouldn’t kill you.”
Your eyes widened and you quickly stood by his side as he set all the items down, he followed with gathering bowls and cookware. “You’re cooking for me?”
“Mmh-hmm.”
“You don’t have to.”
He turned his head slightly. “You have a headache, don’t you?”
“Yes but—”
“It’s just egg drop soup.” He patted your shoulder nodding his head over at the counter stool either of you would often have breakfast. “Sit. It’ll be done in a few minutes.”
You sat patiently by the counter, watching him chop and throw ingredients into a small pot, which filled your shared residence with a savory aroma. As soon as he was done, he presented the dish in front of you, garnishing it with fresh chopped scallions and parsley. He picked up a serving with a soup spoon and gently blew on the top before taking a quick sample and grinning at the result. Scooping with the same spoon, he held a serving towards you with proud eyes.
“Try it,” he urged.
As you accepted the offering, you tried not to think about how you were about to share yet another household item that would enter both your mouths and let the simple flavors fan out on your tongue, the warmth of soup dispersing throughout your body. You hummed in delight, already feeling it work its magic. “It’s delicious,” you said softly.
He grinned. “Feel better.”
“Thanks, Minghao.”
“No problem at all.”
As you enjoyed your thoughtful breakfast, your roommate cleaned up his mess. He wiped down whatever residue was left behind before heading to his room and coming out properly dressed in brown slacks and muted green patterned sweater when you were just about done eating. “Heading to work now.”
“You had work?” You asked surprised, “Why did you waste time cooking? You could have left already.”
He softly scoffed heading to the door. “I spent—what, five or ten minutes? It’s fine. See you later.”
In the last 24 hours, Minghao managed to make sure you were safe by tracking your location, gave you a good night's rest by not disrupting your sleep, and made you breakfast right before work. Then there’s you, black out drunk with almost no memory of last night (probably good you didn’t), annoying your overly nice and overly hot roommate, hogging a bed that isn’t yours, and eating a home cooked meal that probably set back his schedule. You were the worst. All the more reason for a new addition to the list.
Good roommates don't sleep in their other roommate’s bed piss drunk (again)
It seemed that this list of “don’ts” was getting longer, probably because you’re an awful roommate, and if there was a reward, yours would already be at the front door. You really, really had to make an effort to do something about this arrangement. Now that some time had passed and these interactions were becoming more frequent, avoiding him seemed to be out of question unless you wanted to give him the wrong impression. You would just have to become a better roommate, and that started with making up for this morning.
In the following months together, to atone for the bed incident and good deeds that followed suit, you shared the occasional breakfast if you had time (that is if you didn’t burn anything), even sometimes grabbing dinner or a late meal in the small gap before or after work. While in the late hours, when both of you should’ve been sleeping, you’d have a cup of your favorite beverages. He’d have his brew of tea for the night while you’d have a mug of coffee, awake under the stars and basking in the night, watching from the nook that you both grew fond of that was in the direction of the moon when it’s at its peak.
Of all people to share these moments with, you couldn’t imagine it with anyone else but Minghao. He was the peace amongst the chaos, the quiet you came home to after dealing with the noisy world that helped you heal like nothing else. You liked that about him, and now you were liking him too much, to the point you thought of him every day. What it’d be like for him to hold you in his arms, letting his warmth envelop your entire being the way his voice naturally does with a simple “it’s okay.”
You’d imagine how he’d look at you, how lovers do when they ache for one another so desperately they could feel it down to every atom. You’d thought of the words he’d say to you, the words he’d say to someone he’s madly, irrevocably besotted with, and every letter and word and sentence would be spoken poetry. He’d feel like love. You didn’t think it was possible for you to grow more attracted to him, but learning all these wonderful things he does and seeing up close and personal how beautiful inside and out he was, you were developing feelings and growing all these desires that you were ashamed to admit out loud.
And with that, you pulled out your list and a pen, jotting in a new item.
Good roommates don’t live in every waking moment staring at them or thinking about wanting to kiss them (no matter how hard it is)
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve already broken that rule, but the least you could do was hold yourself accountable.
However, writing the rule didn't prevent future instances. Not from fantasizing, not from wet dreams, not from imagining a life together where you rid all your inhibitions and clothes and succumb to drowning in each other. Unlike every other rule that you’ve managed to avoid, this one was the outlier, flipping your world on its head and preoccupying every second of your thoughts with all things Xu Minghao. And what sucked was you were so guilt ridden, you couldn't even let yourself enjoy it.
This was your roommate for crying out loud. Your wholesome, nice, forgiving, and tolerant roommate that went beyond what was necessary to make you feel at home and comfortable. Only time will tell when he’ll see through you and finally kick you to the curb.
“Let’s go out.”
Your head lifted up from your phone with eyes large as saucers. “What?”
“We haven't really done anything together,” he suggested, cleaning up the dishes of the dinner you both had just had.
It was one of the few nights that you were both free. The coffee shop had more than enough staff, and you’ve exhausted the hours put in, while the art gallery was planning a grand exhibition, so they needed all hands on deck for the mornings for a few weeks, but evenings would be free until the week of. That left you two a lot more free time than you knew what to do with.
“We see each other all the time,” you pointed out.
“At home. We don’t hang outside the apartment aside from that one dinner the first day we met, so let’s go out.”
You blinked, watching him grab his coat before you could argue as he waved you over, his smile luring you closer and putting you under his spell without you realizing until it was too late. “Uh, where? It’s 9PM.”
“Anywhere.”
For someone who had only arrived in town a couple months ago, Minghao knew a lot of the good spots in the city. If it wasn’t food, it was book stores. If it wasn’t book stores, it was tea shops. He had a clear plan of the city, and without so much looking at a GPS, he could find his way around better than any native. And considering all the people he came with that day you met the coffee shop and all the staff at the Chinese restaurant, his index didn’t stop at places. He seemed more familiar with the people in your hometown than you were. Between you two, he looked like the real local.
Walking alongside your roommate, you turned to him curiously, “How do you know the city so well when you’ve moved in somewhat recently?”
He gave a soft smile looking into the distance, as if the gust of wind that passed through you both hit him with a wave of nostalgia. “I’ve been visiting for about four years. I only had the guts to become a resident recently.”
“Why’d it take you so long?”
“Student visa processes, paper work, all those things. Also, this city is great, and everyone I've met and have become close with is amazing, but home is just home. It’s all I’ve ever known.” He let out a deep sigh, taking in a deep breath before stretching out his arms and let fall back to his sides, turning slightly to you. “This country and town has become a second, though, some things even my home can’t beat.”
You mused at that, intrigued that he could find something appealing in here, then again you've been here all your life, yet Minghao showed you more you could ever imagine of it. “Like what?”
He simply smiled as their feet stopped at their final destination, a location they both aimlessly walked towards just a little off the center of the town. “I’ll tell you, as soon as we try this place out.”
Just off the center of town was a bar you had never heard of with a theme you’d never thought to put together on your own and definitely a place you’d never think to walk into with your roommate you were trying to keep platonic feelings for.
“Hey sexy babies, welcome to the Love in Leather BDSM Bar, where all your sexy dreams can come true.”
Oh, my god.
You were petrified. Every wall was decorated with leather or latex, either on display in a box, on a vulgarly displayed mannequin, or on an employee that was dressed in next to nothing, leaving no room for imagination. You weren’t shy about the theme of BDSM—there was always a small part of you curious about it—but it’s not like you’ve talked extensively about it with Minghao. The same person you were trying really hard not to think about sleeping with, which was especially hard in a place that served ‘cum shots’ and with their special for tonight being ‘buttery nipples.’
Glancing back at your roommate to get his reaction, he seemed to be just as startled with his findings as you were, but perhaps not as terrified as he should be, taking you by the wrist and weaving through the crowd with a marveled expression. You were grateful for the loud music playing the explicit versions of songs you wouldn’t otherwise hear on the radio, drowning out the sound of your heavy breathing and the loud thrum of your heart. You just had hoped he couldn’t feel your pulse under his fingertips, unable to untangle from his grasp as you felt the heat of his touch spread out through your whole body. You were trapped in a web you didn’t want to leave and that was the hardest kind to be in.
Suddenly, lights poured on the center stage of the bar. The music then slowed down, transitioning to another song, and a scantily leather clad woman entered that would erupt cheers of all clients seated in the chairs in front of her, to which she sent an air kiss and wink. Following the crowd, both you and Minghao decided to cheer along with them, your sounds of encouragement drowned out in the more enthusiastic and obscenely creative audience members of the establishment. Walking across the stage, she made a show of it, caressing her body in ways that would have a man on his knees howling at the moon (which you swore you heard once or twice in there) as money was thrown strewn stage like confetti, enough to pay for a few nice dinners uptown. After garnering the excitement, she descended down the steps of the stage, walking into her live audience. Her eyes skimmed through the endless crowds of people, landing on and picking one lucky front row member—a young, spry man no older than twenty-five—and brought him on stage, ensuing roars and applause, indicating the start of the real show.
What happened next was something you did not want to get into detail, but in layman’s terms, that audience member was having the time of his life with the use of a flog while everyone watched. You could only make the distinction of excruciating pain and pleasurable pain by the very loud affirmations coming out of his mouth and bouncing off the board he face planted on, and the words that passed through one of your ears and never wanted to come out the other. You were slack jawed from the scene, not at all expecting this scene today, and holy shit, you could not feel more suffocated knowing Minghao was witnessing all of this beside you.
He stared back at the scene, expression unreadable, but he seemed interested and unable to look away like it was an oncoming train wreck, looking as if he was stuck on the tracks and was making sense of what he was seeing. Suddenly, his eyes locked with yours and you watched as they softened with a glint of something behind them before you swiveled your head, feeling yourself burn from your face to your ears, clenching your free hand. This felt eerily like a date, but unlike the first dinner, this felt like a real one. An immense sexually charged one.
You were surrounded by sex at all angles, being tested to the most extreme degree. Tonight, you’ve learned dominance wasn’t particularly your thing, but if it were Minghao, perhaps you wouldn’t have minded.
But this, this was overwhelming. As if sensing your turmoil, Minghao tugged your wrist, making you fix your gaze on him again and read the words that he mouthed from his lips. “Time to run.”
Your fingers interlocked and feet picked up speed as you headed toward the door, running aimlessly for miles out of the bar in fits of smiles and laughter. There was no plan and no destination, you both just wanted out, and you’d only stop running when you reached a bridge, both your bodies collapsing against the metal railing. You both gave out in heavy pants, your breaths mingling as you faced one another.
“That’s crazy,” you managed to rasp. “Why did we think we could go in there?”
He gave you a tired grin back, looking in the direction from which you came. The light layer of perspiration made his shirt cling to his skin, and you get a sliver of his chest as he aired it out for comfort. “I don’t know. Try something new, but that.” He pointed where he faced. “That’s how I know so many places, I just walk inside.”
You ran your hand over your chest, baring the biggest grin. “Gosh. I feel like dying.”
“Iced coffee?” He kindly suggested.
“And tea?” You cared to offer.
Nodding back at each other, you both decided to walk the rest of the way back around, making a stop at a light night cafe and occupying their second floor balcony to taste the crisp air. As you sipped on your iced coffee and Minghao sipped on his warm tea, you quietly basked in the moonlit sky, as you’d done many times before. The adrenaline of tonight coursed through you still while you leaned against the railings and stared up at the stars, your elbows grazing close enough to spark that electricity that you’d feel whenever he ever got too close. This time, you were too tired to fight it, or you learned it’s about time you stopped trying to.
“I don’t drink coffee.” He abruptly confessed, penetrating the silence.
You softly scoffed, turning your head to him, taking his reminder as a jab for your ‘inferior’ tastes before taking a bigger sip of your delicious fresh roast press. “I know that. You prefer tea.”
“I mean, I don’t drink coffee, but the day you ‘saved me,’ I did.”
You hummed. “Oh. Yeah, you did. Funny. You got a coffee that day instead?”
He shook his head, smiling. “No, ask me why I drank coffee that day.”
You rolled your eyes, placing your drink on the side table before leaning your elbows over the railing. “Okay. Why did you drink coffee, Minghao?”
“I drank my friend’s mug on accident, thinking it was my tea, then tasted how scaldingly hot and wretched it was—”
You gasped, offended as a barista, “I work really hard on those!”
He waved his hand to calm you down. “Let me finish. I mistook my normal tea for coffee…all because I got distracted, unable to stop thinking about the cute barista who wouldn't quit staring at me from behind the counter.”
“...I apologize for being a creep.”
He shook his head smiling and set his tea cup aside. “Not my point.”
You stared into the contents of your drink, shaking the ice inside as you stirred the straw, trying to find any remains of your beverage and stalling for time to follow up with a response. Lips pressed in a firm line, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, silence met on the other end as he keenly observed you, mirroring your posture while he sipped his tea. “So…You thought I was cute,” you managed to sum up.
“Thought…think…know.”
“Why are you telling me all of this?” You timidly asked.
“We’re roommates,” he reminded you, plain as day. “We should be honest with each other, right?”
“Honest,” you repeated, lethally soft.
“Yes, honest,” he confirmed just as quietly. “Don’t be afraid to tell me whatever is on your mind, just as I’ve told you what was on my mind.”
His honesty was cute, flattering. Your honesty could write up a restraining order. “Is that necessary? We only really live together.”
“It’s necessary because we live together, so yes, be honest about your feelings. Let me in on your thoughts, whatever they may be.”
Good roommates don’t forget to be honest about each other’s feelings.
He stood in front of you dangerously close, the lingering smell of his cologne that reminded you of the ocean wafting into your nose as he drew near. His gaze beckoned you close without so much a word passing through his lips, and you felt his presence close in on the distance as he leaned against the railing. You softly batted your eyes, adjusting to your sense being overtaken by all things Minghao, mind just filled to the brim with Minghao, as if you couldn’t get enough of him.
“You’re really committed to being a good roommate. I respect that,” you stated, harshly gulping. “Honesty. Where can I start?”
“Well, what are you thinking about right now?” He asked, face mere inches away from you, lips so plush you let out a wistful sigh.
“I’m thinking that…it’s really hard to think with your face so close in front of me.”
Despite that, he didn’t move, and instead he pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, brushing against your helix to feel your flustered warmth bloom between his fingers. “Fair enough. What else?”
You wrapped your hand around the railing, stabling yourself on the floor in hopes of not falling over on your two feet, your breath being stolen in real time by your roommate who was looking more and more inviting by the second.
“And if I knew any better, I’d think you're about to kiss me.”
“Let’s wager that then,” he said as he reeled even closer, his fingertips once in your ears now guiding your chin, letting the surface of your lips feel the ghost of his as your breaths mingled against one another. “You can predict one of two things. One, I kiss you. Or two, I pull away. You get a prize if your answer is correct.”
“How is that a fair wager? You can easily change your response depending on how I answer,” you pointed out, ultimately playing along.
���I won’t,” he reassured in a coaxingly smooth tone. “I’ve made my choice.”
You raised a brow, attempting to look only subtly intrigued when in reality you’ve let him enchant you. “What’s my prize?”
“Loser grants whatever the winner wishes.”
“That’s irresponsible.”
“Knowing you, your request would be far from unreasonable.”
“I’m talking about you.” You narrowed your eyes, swallowing at seeing him come at you so close. “But, okay. I’ll play.”
The corner of his lips lifted mischievously, tilting his head to the side as his eyes narrowed back at you. “So, what’s your answer?”
Your eyes flickered up to him, rounded up in intrigue as you tried to follow his gaze. “You’ll…pull away. Public displays of affection are cute, but maybe not your cup of tea, at least not grand ones like kissing, unless maybe it’s one the cheek or on the forehead.”
He smiled and gently tilted his head, eyes piercing into yours and taking a sharp breath before pulling away, crossing his arms with a soft pout on his lips. “You’re good.”
You felt the sting of rejection despite your victory, as if you’d hoped you’d be wrong. That he’d take you right there against the railing and give you a fervid kiss that broke you down to your knees and you could even taste in your dreams, but a win was a win. A predicted loss was better than a false victory.
“I guess I won.”
He sighed defeatedly, crossing his arms. “You did. So tell me, what desire would you like for me to fulfill for you?”
You shuddered at his choice of words, clamping your legs together. “Well, what would you have wanted me to do if I got the answer wrong?”
“Is that your wish? For me to answer the question?”
You softly scoffed. “Don’t be so cheap.”
He rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his tea, “Doesn’t matter, you didn’t get it wrong. You get the wish. So go on, tell me your wish.”
“…Fine. Grant me your wish as if you had won.”
“You want me to grant my own wish? That defeats the entire purpose,” he chortled with knitted brows.
“It’s my wish, so come on. What’s your wish?”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“And we didn't have to place bets, but it doesn't seem like there’s any rules against it, so go ahead. Tell me.”
Minghao sucked his teeth before complying. “Fine.”
He moved toward you, hands settling over your hips and settling you on the floor beneath your feet as he gravitated toward, steadying his gaze on you. His face, inches away from you, and your breath hitched in your throat as he drew his lips near your ear. You heard the subtle squelch of his tongue as they licked his teeth, moments before the wish he dared you to grant poured out from his lush lips. “My wish is for you to…make me tea every morning, afternoon, evening, and every time I ask you to. Like my little tea gremlin.”
“Now that’s just evil, Xu Minghao,” You protested, lightly shoving him off.
He laughed. “No, it’s not! Think of it like pour over coffee.”
“Don’t try romanticizing it like it’s anything like my beautiful beans. Tea is tea. Coffee is coffee.”
“It was your wish to grant my wish.”
“Can I take it back?” You whined.
“It’d be dishonorable.”
You groaned. “Fine.”
He chuckled, “Let’s go home, hmm?”
Heading back home, you were embraced by a warm comfortable silence. There was a kind of silence that sanctioned your amicable living arrangement with Minghao to turn into something warmer, feverish even, something that you can’t even help but notice and your hands would occasionally graze one another on the way back, taking turn exchanging timid glances at you walked your path home.
“That was fun,” You admitted, taking off your shoes at the front door.
“Yeah, I think so. We should do it more often.”
You smiled at each other’s reflections as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, seeing you take the same tube of toothpaste and started brushing your teeth. You smiled as he purposely bumped into you, raising his eyebrow as you stared pointedly at him in the mirror, not expecting you to retaliate with a light shove. Ensuing a nudging war, you attacked each other’s shoulders, getting caught in fits of giggles before you forced yourselves to split up, knowing nothing would get done if you both let it go on.
“Do you work tomorrow?” You asked through the gaping door of your room as he cleared a glass a water before bedtime, freshly out of a shower and the smell of his clean, light fragrance was beguiling even from a distance.
“Yeah. Do you?”
“Yeah.”
“Mmh.” He stalked over in your direction, a feign innocent smile on his lips. “That's too bad. We only really have nights like these together, it seems at least only for a little while.”
“It is,” You said, lathering up the last bit of lotion up your legs, feeling his eyes on you as they traveled the path of your hands.
The silence engulfed you, as if both of you were waiting for the other to make a sudden move, yet both of you remained still. Like a predator with its prey, unsure who was who, you both stood with uncertainty and palpable tension hanging in the air, waiting for the other to strike when the moment was right. Even the usually confident Minghao stood back as he observed you from a distance, eyes flickering over at you as you strided slowly towards him guarded with crossed arms.
“I guess, I’ll go to sleep now,” You finally said.
His gaze softened, nodding. “Okay,” he smiled, “good night.”
“Good night, Minghao. Sleep well.”
If only you had taken your own words to heart.
That night, you couldn’t help but stare back at the ceiling, fiddling with the covers as the night’s events replayed in your head like a home movie, your thoughts traveling at a million miles a minute, too fast for you to stop and collect them—let alone process them—and stole your precious slumber. So, as you lay in bed awake at night, squeezing your eyes shut and waiting for the night to take you, waiting for the fatigue and sleep to come, it never arrived. Instead, your eyes ripped open, heart pounding in your chest as you sat up from the mattress and tore the covers off your body. Your legs pushed you off the bed and lifted yourself off, carrying yourself out the room and out the hallway with determined steps until faltering at the threshold of another front door before you softly knocked.
You turned the knob, the door creaked open and you peeked your head through to see your roommate on the other end in bed, torso visibly bare as he slowly sat up at his late night intrusion. “Hey,” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “You’re up.”
“I think it’s the coffee,” you excused, clutching the edge of the door, “I can’t sleep.”
Wordlessly, he nodded, stretching an arm to beckon you towards him, and you slowly inched closer to him until you were completely under the covers. Occupying the space beside him, you nestled into the contours of his body as his arm cushioned the side of your head before facing one another, silence enveloping you. The only sound that bit into the silence was muted traffic, infinitely alive outside the walls of your confines. While it looked peaceful, and you felt as though you could melt into his arms, neither of you looked as if you were trying to sleep.
Rather, you stared at one another, making sleep even harder to attain as you traced every feature and took them in as if they were brushstrokes on a painting. Minghao may have worked with art every day, but he was a work of art in his own right, and you couldn’t help favor him above all others. You didn’t need a Van Gogh or Picasso, you had an original, a one of a kind Minghao.
And that’s when you saw his eyes begin to drift, lowering to the bottom half of your face, lips parting in intrigue as his breath fanned lightly against your cheeks. Your face flush in response, pushing your bottom lip between your teeth before they were caught, finding yourself doing the same with him and watching his mouth move in anticipation. You felt your pulse in your throat as much as you felt it between your legs, feeling arousal pooling and soaking your shorts.
“Do you want to wager another bet?” Minghao softly offered.
“What kind?” You breathed.
“The same bet, same prize. Do you think I’ll kiss you, or will I pull away?”
You mused at him, fingers extending toward him reluctantly, aiming for a lock of his hair laying stray on his forehead before smoothing it over his head, softly stroking him, feeling him lean into your touch. “Hmm, this time you’ll…kiss me,” you whispered with absolute certainty. “The tension is practically eating you alive.”
A grin stretched wide across his cheeks as a hand softly clasped over your face, thumb swiping across your cheek. “Right again.”
He closed the gap, slotting his lips between yours and languidly moving against you, letting you chase after his pace. You sighed against him, feeling his hand on your hip as he pulled your torso against his, the other rested against the nape of your neck as he reveled in your heat. Hands flying in his hair, you softly moaned as he kneaded your skin, feeling him trace the inside of your mouth with his tongue before he roughly pulled your weight from the mattress to topple you over him, letting your legs card between his.
“Minghao,” you quietly sounded against his lips, crushing your hips against his groin and hearing his sweet moan in response.
His muscles tensed as you pressed against him, while his legs clung to your thighs. His hands ran over the shape of your figure, unearthing an ungodly moan from your lips as he slipped beneath your shorts, etching over the curve of your ass and claiming your raw flesh in his hands, pushing you against him assertively.
You whimpered, grinding against him. “I know my wish.”
“Anything,” He tenderly mumbled.
“Call off work tomorrow.”
He smiled against your lips, bringing one of his knees to pin your bodies closer together. “Means you should too.”
“Oh, definitely,” You confirmed before reconnecting your mouths in a frenzied liplock.
Feeling the grind of your hips as his pelvis crushed against yours, his grunts slipped through every caress as his hand moved up your back. Soon, you started feeling something you had yet to see from Minghao in all your time living with him, the part of him you managed to evade but have envisioned a multitude of times, growing in his sweatpants and rubbing against your thigh the closer your bodies were.
“I have never wanted someone so bad,” He whispered in a soft ache.
His hands crept underneath your shirt, brushing against your skin, pressing against the small of your back. Pressing his torso towards you, his erection adhered to your thigh, the tension coiling in your stomach burned like wildfire, at an unstoppable rage. “Minghao,” you mewled, impatience singeing on your tongue.
“Somehow, I can still taste coffee on your breath, but I don't really mind it. It tastes really good on you,” He admitted before kissing you deeper, his moans buzzing against your mouth, hungry and alive as his hands dug into your flesh with utter greed.
“You taste really good too.” Your hand body scoured south, cupping his size under your palm and tasting his gasp as you sucked him between your lips. “I wonder what else tastes good.”
“You are something else,” he mumbled, through quiet chuckles. “Just like you to act on impulse.”
You let out a light scoff. “You are so—”
“Don’t start things you can’t finish,” he softly warned with a smirk.
“I’m not the one you have to worry about finishing.”
You moved down, the covers draped over your head as you kept your eyes on him and resting on the hem of his sweats. Minghao’s breath hitched in his throat, gulping while he felt your nails lightly claw against his bare torso, tugging the waistband off the tent he forged, revealing the lack of underwear and restraint he had left, now sprung against your face.
“Shit,” you said grinning, claiming him by the shaft, thumbing over the precum glistening at the tip. “Even your cock looks pretty.”
A soft pink decorated his cheeks and a hand meekly shielded part of his face. “You staring is how I got myself hurt in the first place.”
“Then I’ll be careful not to hurt you this time—that is, unless you want me to.”
You spat on his cock, a translucent ribbon stretching from your tongue to his length. Your saliva lubing your knuckles, you squeezed his girth in your grip as you stroked and felt him pulse in your hands, growing bigger the tighter you clenched. Minghao’s arms propped himself up and behind him as his chest heaved, blood pumping with every drag of your fingers, shallow breaths slipping out of him as he fisted the sheets beneath him.
You kissed the curve of the head, lips pursed to wrap lightly around him, suckling down his shaft, and feeling him twitch against your mouth when you chuckled. He softly whined, his hand extended toward you to tenderly caress the side of your head and tacitly pleading with you as you teased him. Showing him mercy, you took him with an eager mouth, closing your lips around his cock as you steadied your gaze on him. Moans vibrating around his girth, your tongue tucked on the underside of his shaft, hands wrapped tightly around his base.
“Mmmh like that.” He swallowed, exhaling through his teeth the deeper you took him. His abdomen flexing overtly as you moaned around him, vibrated against his skin, your pink muscle tracing over his veins as you worked your jaw to hug a tighter grip. “God, you’re perfect. Don’t stop, please…” he panted.
He palmed at your hair headily, his motor skills not properly functioning as he sucked in his breath, feeling his presence explore deeper. He leveraged his hips to regain some ounce of control, but the sounds of moisture and squelching burned his ears, and the heart in his chest was running like a marathon. His eyes, fluttering in and out of focus, trained his gaze on you while his stomach tensed, grasping the vision of you getting wide-eyed and bold as you gingerly ate him alive. Burning the image into his retinas, it made him want to explode inside you.
Threading through your hair, he pulled them up and off your shoulders, showing off your pretty features, doing everything in his power not to give his climax an early appearance. “I’ve never seen such a pretty mouth take my cock so well. Then again, I’ve never had a pretty roommate like you, or anyone like you.”
Flustered from the flattery, you sucked him like your life depended on it as you grew hot, making Minghao’s task to regain control strenuous to achieve. You hollowed out your cheeks, leaving no room to breathe, and felt him in your throat as your vision rolled to behind your skull to the point your language deduced to the sounds of gagging. You gripped his hips, nails plunged into his flesh as your drool dribbled down his groin, slobbering over his cock in an erratic, hungry mess.
“Yes, like that. My god,” He praised through ragged breaths, hips jerking gently up into you. He lightly threw his head back, the urge to ram himself down your throat getting exceedingly more tempting, but he suppressed it as he dug his nails into his own palms. “I’m so close to cumming, can I–in your mouth or should I…?”
You hummed a confirmation before you swallowed him whole until you met the base, meeting his groin as he vanished inside you, breathing oxygen not even an afterthought. Images in front of you dulled in color, pictures shapeless and unclear, and you pushed past your boundaries to let him find home in your mouth, deeply intent with him finishing inside you one way or the other.
“F…f…fuck...”
Pleasure rippling through him, Minghao pushed himself up from his position, thrusting weakly as he cradled your head, pouring his thick, ivory load into your mouth, which was insistent on receiving every drop. He filled your cheeks, allowing warmth to coat the inside of your mouth as he tenderly stroked your hair in gratitude. Cupping your cheeks as he let his hips falter, he gently pulled himself out of your mouth, amused at how carefully you were trying to not let any of his cum seep past your lips as you sat between his legs.
His fingers danced under your chin. “Are you gonna swallow?” Minghao tiredly chuckled.
With smiling eyes, you tilted your head, as if asking if you should.
He pushed your hair behind you, softly pressing his lips against your tightly shut lips. “Don’t if you don’t want to.”
An idea occurred to you then, and in an instant you pushed yourself up to board him as your knees took either side of him, looming over him. His hands naturally found your waist as you lifted his chin, eyes staring at you curiously as his hands ran up body and gently clawed down, awaiting your next move. You then thumbed over his bottom lip before dipping between the slit of his mouth and saw it naturally part, taking the digit and settling it between his teeth.
Now confidently, you lowered your head, swirling the contents in your mouth before pushing your thumb deeper, prying the entrance wider, and finding no protest as he sanctioned it. He dug the pads of his digits into your flesh in anticipation. His eyes fluttering, he watched as your mouth withdrew the generous gift he gave to you before you gave it right back to him as it gracefully streamed down on his pulsing, eager tongue. And nothing satisfied you more than hearing him sigh wistfully as it landed.
It sent you shivers how beautiful he looked despite how vulgar the act was. Only Xu Minghao could make tasting his own cum look so ethereal, and it only made you wonder what other things a face this beautiful was willing to do. You swiped whatever fell from the corner of his lips with your thumb, sucking the residue like leftovers before you connected your mouths, sharing and tasting his lewd tang in violent swirls, and pulling away to watch it stretch between your tongues.
“I guess toothbrushes aren’t the only things you like to share,” Minghao teased before pushing you on your back, grinding his resurrecting arousal against your clothed heat and lathering the thick, viscous substance flat between your tongues in your mouths as it dribbled down your chins until there was nothing but slobber. It was a mess, and the most unmannerly you’ve ever seen him, and you’ve never been more turned on.
“My turn.”
With a rough hand, he tugged you by your legs towards him, hearing you let out a yelp, and shoved down your shorts to expose your glistening, mouth-watering, arousal soaked entrance. Be still his heart. He felt himself throb seeing you ruin his bed, but hell if he wasn't going to be sucking those juices out of the sheets until he’d tasted every drop.
He kicked off his sweats, leaving him entirely vulnerable while you witnessed his cock slowly twitch back to life before he laid on his stomach between your arched legs. “If we want to talk about pretty things, your pussy is high up on that list.”
Not waiting for a response, he licked a thick stripe up your inner thigh, flickering over your folds before sucking them in his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to tease your entrance. He felt the flutter of your core before spitting, lathering at the juices, coating at entrance but not peeking to see what was inside. “You’re already so wet, fuck.”
“Hao…” You whined.
“Mmmh, I love how you sound,” he chuckled, running long strokes up your slit, wedged through you with every swipe, looking arm around your leg to hold you in place as his thumb brushed over your clit. “Are your moans always this delicious? Or are they reserved for when you’re thinking about me?”
Shaking your head, you were too turned on to answer verbally, while his mouth closed around your clit and sucked, utilizing his fingers to assume their previous position. You clenched your stomach, fisting into the sheets as you spread your legs, feeling them already clam up from the tension as his tongue flicked against your sensitive bud in unison with his fingers twisted up into, and you couldn’t help but writhe underneath him.
“Yes, spread those pretty legs for me,” he encouraged with a haughty smile before burying his face, his moans vibrating up your walls as his tongue massaged your walls and tasted your cock pulsing nectar, sending chills up your spine.
You mewled, and feeling reserved, you held your hands up to your face to shield the tears collecting at your eyes threatening to fall, but Minghao grabbed you by the wrists, roughly pinning them to the bed.
His eyes narrowed back at you before softening almost menacingly, “Don’t cover your pretty face, watch me.”
“But—”
“I want you to watch me fuck your pretty pussy with my mouth. Don’t make me say it twice.” He warned before he got you a quiet nod, earning you a kiss against your inner thigh.
His hand flattened against your inner thighs again, pressing them further away from another and delving his tongue deeper as he rubbed your clit, working your insides until he tasted every inch of you possible. He buried his face, but his eyes were clear, staring at you as he worked his jaw, engorging with his mouth that sent you above and beyond and his eyes that saw you at the result of your undoing. You had no choice but to cling on, freeing yourself from his grasp to have your fingers fly in his hair, navigating him as you took him for a joy ride, his tongue shifting gears as it picked up pace.
“S-shit!” You rolled your hips, threading your fingers through his locks and clamping his head between your thighs as you pushed him deeper.
“Yes, ride my face—fuck, use me, please,” he pleaded in a cracked voice, pouring his heart into his feast until he was practically suffocating, worth it to worship you and bring you to the highest peak of your pleasure.
Your legs trembled as his moans infiltrated your heat, the intense flicks of his tongue titillating you to the brink of ecstasy until he used it to fuck you in time with his fingers thrusting inside, clutching you as you held him in place and grinding against him. “My god, Hao!”
Hips shaking, you bucked into his mouth, and even after your release, he made no effort to stop, lifting you to his mouth as he got on his knees, eating you like a meal he’d never have again until he worked his tongue raw, tasting you and only you as your cum coated his mouth. You squirmed, the suction of his lips on your sensitive core in tandem with his tongue viciously swirling inside you overwhelming you beyond words, unable to kick him off as he held both your knees above his head.
“You’re gonna kill me, Hao,” you cried desperately. “Just put it in me.”
He chuckled before setting you down, meeting your lips halfway as he stroked his fully erect cock, massaging the evening’s concoction against your tastebuds, mingling the contrasting flavors as they battled in your mouth while the knowledge of it all pebbled your skin. Meanwhile, he ran his hands over you beneath your shirt, found your nipples, rolling them against his thumbs as his cock rubbed between your folds, ebbing your moans as they buzzed against his lips. “What if I want to play with you first?” He taunted.
You whined, brushing your lips repeatedly over his. “I want you inside me.”
“You’re cute even when you’re needy,” he gushed.
You clasped your hands over his soft, warm cheeks. “Minghao, please…”
He playfully rolled his eyes, kissing into your palm then down your wrist before his teeth playfully started nibbling at your skin. “Fine, because you asked so nicely. Just to let you know, though, I don’t have a condom on me right now, but I’m clean.”
“Then, we don’t need one.”
He grinned, stroking the back of your head. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”
Rubbing his tip down your slit, he savored your whimpers as he drew circles against your clit before sliding his length through your folds and stretching your walls, letting you slowly adjust to his presence. Your jaw slightly dropped as you took a sharp inhale, fingers digging into his shoulders and clinging on to him before you felt him sink deeper inside you, pacing his thrusts in a steady rhythm. Your eyes flit to meet his, feeling the back and forth of his hips as they snapped, while you reveled in each collision.
“Yes please…”
Before losing himself in his pleasure, he was determined to remember how you looked getting lost in yours, taking in your features as they distorted under his care. He first found your eyes–lost in a galaxy with an infinite amount of stars out of the way. Then, his eyes started to follow the slope of your cheeks, flushed to the touch against the back of his hand, saliva leaking out of your swollen lips. And your body with the shirt adhered to you by the sweat on your skin, clinging to your form and proving to him time and time again that you were not only the object of his desires, you were something straight out of his dreams.
“You look, taste, and feel good? Where have you been all my life? Really?” He landed a harsh thrust, pressing down on your nipples and smiling manically at how you whimpered in response, clutching you as you shuddered against him. “You like that?”
You nodded, clawing your hand up his back.
“Mmh, me too,” he drew his lips to your ear. “And I like you. A lot. I wouldn’t let someone go on and use my toothbrush for months if I didn’t.” He slowed down his thrusts, cupping your face to meet your eyes. “You like me too, right?”
Feeling your ears burn, you frantically nodded again, mewling after you felt him nip at them, teeth scraping under your earlobe before an open mouth pressed against the side of your neck. The warmth of his breath sweltering against you as you struggled to carry on with the conversation Minghao was determined to have.
“Yeah, you want me to take you on a real date?” He said into the nape of your neck, moaning into your skin as he dragged his hips, rutting into you like an animal. He barely made out your soft ‘yes’s in your sharp gasps. He gritted his teeth, taking you by the hips, pushing himself flushed against you. “Fuck, you’re so cute,” he groaned.
His hips took flight while he separated your mouth in a loud moan, feeling you becoming malleable under his touch and growing weaker as you recoiled against him. He lifted your shirt above your chest and neared your stiff peaks, rolling your bud against the base of his tongue as he pinched the other, moving out of pure instinct. You threw your head back, going mad with sexual gratification. Your body spasmed out of your control, yet you craved more.
“Harder,” You gasped.
He scoffed under his breath in disbelief. “You want even more?”
“Yes…I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel everything that’s yours, Minghao.”
Knees buckling at your titillating request, he gripped your ass in both palms, clutching you against him as he rammed himself up inside you, and you’re forced to hold on. “I’ll do you one better,” he offered, “why don’t I just make you mine?”
“I…Oh, god…” Your brain was becoming mush, only processing the sound, taste, smell, sensation of Minghao’s cock as he plunged himself inside you. It fogged up your thoughts, clouded your judgement, and only formed incoherent gibberish that took place of real vocabulary as they passed through your swollen lips.
“Be mine, hmm?” He asked, pleading. “That way I can be yours.”
Captivated by his words, you nodded, feeling him suck the life out of you as your body felt close to giving out, the hilt of his cock bottoming out inside you. You anchored your legs around him, following his pace before you felt something within reach, just seconds away from ripping a scream out of your throat that would surely ensue a noise complaint from one of your neighbors.
“Hao, I’m going to cum, I’m really close,” you meekly warned.
His hand settled against your thigh, nodding. “I can feel it. You’re shaking so hard. Let me have it, I’ll catch you. Every last bit of you.”
Ecstasy was just a word, but Minghao was everything, and you could breathe in that everything.
Your bodies crushed against each other, lost in heat as you became one. Breaths blended, bodies embraced, only faltering after you long finished the initial orgasms, coming back for more. You embraced the sheer carnivorous lust that quelled this several month long push and pull, adhering you by the sweat misted on each other's skin before your mouths tenderly met repeatedly.
Sleep felt futile, while the night felt everlasting. Minghao’s company was more than you could ever ask for, and by the time you did sleep, you were too tired to move. You collapsed against each other, bodies drowning in each other’s releases, sheets and pillows stained by the arousal from the evening’s lack of inhibitions. Minghao should’ve been just as tired, but instead he tended to your tired body, leaving kisses in its wake as he cleaned you off and slept alongside you in your clean bed, letting him worry about laundry in the morning.
With your eyes closed, mind in another world, Minghao was brushing the hair away from your face, softly smiling as you gently stirred and nestled closer to him. In response, he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, warmth blooming in his chest as a grin developed on your face.
“I’ll take you on a proper date. I promise,” he said while you slept. “And If I don’t, pull the bad roommate card on me. You can punish me however you like.”
“…ok, I will.”
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synopsis: heian!era sukuna x blind reader, where he is undoubtedly sure that you wouldn't love him if you could see him. a/n: @salsakiyoomi, thought of you while writing this! i know you love sukuna, here's a gift for you. hope you're having a better day! banner credits to @/dollywons.
the air in the ancient chamber hung thick with the scent of incense and the faintest trace of something wilder, something that clung to sukuna like a phantom limb.
he held you close, your small form nestled against his chest, your breathing soft and even. you were a delicate bloom in his brutal world, a splash of vibrant color against the monochrome backdrop of his existence. he was a creature of shadows, a being woven from malice and power, and you… you were a whisper of sunlight.
he watched you, his crimson eyes burning in the dim light, a stark contrast to the serenity etched on your face. he was a monster, a twisted reflection of humanity, a being whose very presence warped the air around him. and you, his sweet, unsuspecting petal, loved him. the thought was both intoxicating and agonizing.
"tch," he muttered, the sound rumbling in his chest. "if you saw what i looked like, you would not be lying beside me like this." he imagined your soft gasp, the way your eyes, currently closed in peaceful slumber, would widen with horror.
he pictured the revulsion that would twist your delicate features, the fear that would replace the gentle affection you so freely gave. the image was a knife twisting in his gut.
you hummed, a small, contented sound, and snuggled closer. "do not be silly," you murmured, your voice laced with sleepiness.
his brow furrowed. "excuse me?"
"yes," you repeated, your voice gaining a touch more clarity. "whether you would admit it or not, i love you for who you are, 'kuna. there is nothing else to it." you reached a hand up, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the faint scars that marred his cheek.
he flinched at the contact, a visceral reaction to the innocent touch that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls around his heart.
he scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed in the quiet chamber. "you say that because you are robbed of sight. you have not had the displeasure of seeing the world – seeing me." the words dripped with self-loathing. he imagined the revulsion that would fill your sightless eyes if they were suddenly granted the ability to perceive his true form, the grotesque markings that covered his body, the inhuman gleam in his eyes.
you loved him in the dark, in the comforting absence of his true appearance. it was a love built on a foundation of blissful ignorance.
you stilled, your hand pausing its gentle exploration of his face. "i do not need to see it," you said, your voice soft but firm, "to know it for what it is."
you shifted slightly, your face turning towards him, as if you could see him with your heart. "the world… it whispers to me, 'kuna. i feel its beauty, its pain, its joy, its sorrow. and i feel you. i feel the warmth of your heart, the strength of your spirit, even the darkness that you try so hard to hide. and i love all of it, 'kuna. all of it."
your words were a balm to his tormented soul, yet they also pierced him with the sharpest of pains. he didn't deserve this, this pure, unconditional love. he was a monster, and you were a gift he didn't deserve.
he remained silent, his hold on you tightening almost imperceptibly. he wanted to argue, to push you away, to protect you from the inevitable heartbreak that would come when you finally understood the true depth of his monstrous nature. but he couldn't. he was addicted to your love, to the warmth you brought to his cold, desolate existence.
he knew he was being selfish, clinging to you like a drowning man to a life raft, but he couldn't let you go. not yet. perhaps… perhaps he could keep you in the dark a little longer. perhaps he could bask in the light of your love just a little longer before the inevitable darkness consumed him, and you along with it.
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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.
❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞
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Starfire inspired male reader x mark and his variants 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Absolutely cause this is fire. Probably gonna write head canons for this cause I suck
Also the only ever starfire related media I’ve consumed is um teen titans go so bear with me here.
Tw : some nsfw? Or suggestiveness. A little tiny bit of rough stuff (mentions of possessiveness, manhandling)
Starfire inspired male reader x mark and his variants
Mainstream mark
At first he was kinda … weirded out by you. It was odd, a random person from a random planet just coming to earth for no reason, barely accustomed to the human culture (ok man)
But you grew on him, and fast. Sometimes he thinks it’s hilarious, how you talk, how you act, how you ... just, behave in general, sometimes he considers taunting you but that’s too cruel
Fucking died laughing at your grammar it’s so funny to him
Sometimes finds it kinda hard to keep up with your optimism. He loves you for it, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes he gets genuinely confused on how you can see the bright side of everything. It never fails to cheer him up whenever he’s down
LOVES how possessive you can be at times. It makes him feel loved, and with everything that’s happened to him, he doesn’t mind if the reminder is a little rough
He likes teaching you how to cook too. Mark’s a mama’s boy, and his mama’s an amazing cook. He shows you most of her recipes, even some he’s made himself (even though they aren’t as good as his mom’s, you still praise him to the moon and back). He likes how intimate cooking together can be, and he loves teaching you things about humans and their customs
DEFINITELY made you read seance dog, or some of his other comics. Sometimes he gets a little excited and geeks out to you about comics, sometimes comparing the both of you to his favorite comic couples, even one time getting the idea to make a comic based on the both of you. But ultimately, and unfortunately, his hands were a bit full.
He 100% taught you how to kiss and it was 100% awkward and giggly and silly fun fun
Sinister mark
Oh this guy hated you bruh
Genuinely wanted to rip his eyes out when he first met you. Got him on some tweaker shit
But upon your second interaction (more so, him watching you fight a villain with less than / equal to strength than you, and winning), got him bricked like a mad man
Went home and jerked his shit I promise you
Also thinks your language (?) barrier is hilarious. But unlike mainstream mark, he isn’t afraid to be mean about it. Just straight up mocks you sometimes. He thinks that because of your speech pattern that you’re dumber than him, less than him and that gets him going
Gets him going. To his bedroom so he can jerk off. Get it
Sometimes he says or does shit to intentionally piss you off just cause it gets a kick out of him watching you try to convey anger with that ‘silly accent’
Bruh’s just a dick
Can you tell sinister mark isn’t my favorite
Full mask mark ( I came here to find mom and bring her back with me )
His heart stopped when he first saw you. He Thought (knew) you where the prettiest boy he has ever had the fortune to lay his eyes upon
He’d bring you little gifts under the guise of ‘teaching you human culture’. Things like bringing you flowers ( “humans do this for one another to express gratitude” ), little snacks that he knows you like ( “this is an example of how humans show each other that they care about one another’s well being, by bringing them food, nutrients” ), or even occasionally one of his sweaters or shirts ( “this is to show I trust you with my belongings” ), hoping you’ll return the favor.
This man is a yearner, a lover. Before the both of you were even romantically involved, he’d come flying to your window and begging for attention after every fight like a kicked puppy (I mean, it’s not too far off).
So soft, so gentle with you like he thinks you’ll break if he handles you too rough.
Unlike the other marks, he doesn’t think you’re stupid for your accent. He thinks it’s beautiful and unique, and on a particularly good day, he’s telling you how much he loves your voice.
Sometimes he sits you down and makes you talk to him about your day purely because he loves your accent so much.
He lets you take control the first time you two have sex. He tries to teach you and talk you through it, but it’s hard to understand what he’s saying when he’s whimpering and moaning between syllables. But you aren’t complaining! The sound is music to your ears.
Straight up GOONED when he saw you fight for the first time. Seeing how tough you are, and how capable you are in meanings of self-defense and attack— it made him feel 100x more safe around you.
Viltrumite mark
At first, he only saw you as a compatible mate. A way to grow the viltrumite empire.
But boy, he fell in love. And he fell hard.
Being a viltrumite, and knowing nothing about foreign culture, especially Tamarian, it was a struggle for him to show affection towards you at first.
But he grew, and he learned. From longing ( and kinda creepy ) stares and brief touches, to sweet kisses that linger warmth for hours on end and gentle words of reassurance and love. Gentle, in public, at least
When the two of you are alone is when he can really prove his love to you.
Sex with him is downright filthy— messy. He’s a viltrumite, he has high stamina, and he’s cumming as many times as he sees fit.
Even if you can’t biologically get pregnant, it doesn’t stop him from trying. What’s a man for hoping?
He’s pressing your thighs down to the bed and thrusting in you like there’s no tomorrow, muttering filth in your ear about how he longs to see you carrying his young— how pretty you’d look with a little bump in your tummy, how warm and soft and absolutely fucking delicious you are and how he’s so thankful to have claimed you when he had the chance.
Kinda like full mask mark, he’s a lover. Like I said earlier, he might be less lovey-dovey in public, but you have to trust that after he learns how, he’s showering you in affection
It’s constant praise, little gifts he gets you that he knows remind you of Tamaran, sometimes even having your planet’s traditional cultural meals cooked up.
He’s kinda stupid though. At one point he tried to get you involved in like some ‘proper English’ class thingy and you took it as an insult and you locked yourself in the bathroom for a little. Quite hilarious
(( sorry this was kinda ass and I didn’t do a lot of variants. If you like this, I can make a part 2 ))
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Pick a pile: why are you unforgettable?



Hello everyone! Hope everyone's doing fine. Please pick one or more than a one pile you feel the most drawn towards or u can simply use a random number generator for it and enjoy your reading. Like and reblog to claim.
Pile: 1
You guys are the leaders! my loves. You guys remind me of the pack leader(alpha pack leader of the wolves). Your leadership quality is the first n the most shining thing the world notices about you which makes u quite literally the unforgettable in a crowd of millions. Your willpower n resilient nature is what keeps u in your go-getter energy n is the most admirable thing in your personality. Even if you guys are hurting inside, hit the rock bottom n go through a dozen shit of hurdles, you don't forget to give love out to those who deserve it. (I'd be lying if I said you have healthy boundaries n just give love to the deserving ones coz you guys are the people pleasers! me too hun me too, let's work on this tgt).
Despite this alpha leader persona n hard personality, underneath lies a complete softie, a pookie full of love, light n laughter. When I say you guys are full of love, I don't just mean you guys are the givers coz u do know how to back off when the equal effort is not being reciprocated from the opposite party. And then you are on your self love journey to restore the love u unnecessarily gave out. Woah I love this bold move of yours guys muah<3 This quality might be the first n foremost thing your exes, ex friends, known ones remember when they think of you.
As I said before you guys are the leaders meaning no matter what you won't backoff once u set ur mind onto something. This go getter personality comes handy in most difficult situations. You guys might be the ones settling a quarrel n then going after the goal you guys were quarrelling about. (I'm not really good with examples so bear with me, let's say you n your group of friends are quarrelling about a project report n are not settling on to the roles of who will do the given things n so on, that's when you'll jump in, give everyone their respective roles n work n settle the argument while doing your own work n excelling in the class project report among every other classmates ykwim?)
People admire the strength in you to walk away from literally everything and anything that hurts you or drains you. You are also unforgettable with your instant decision making skills. People might have noticed how you can instantly make really good decisions on the spot which favours u for the longest. Your communication n thinking capabilities are top notch. You're a hustler. You guys look like you have it all, you have your shit together. Wherever you go people often think you might have it all(bags full of money, beauty, hunger for power, wisdom n everything one can ask for)
You guys are also unforgettable for your love for travelling esp in nature or the countryside. You might often travel overseas or atleast out of states which makes others think you are financially really well off(doesn't matter if u hv enough or more than enough but ur essence gives luxury) you guys might be gifted creatively could be singing, painting, sketching, dancing, playing instruments or anything n that's what makes u unforgettable for some.
Honourable mention: your manipulation skills. Use it only when it's needed n not to harm others or for taking advantage of others.
Pile: 2
You guys are my mystic healers pile. That innocent n kind heart with strength n fierce power, that's your essence n this is why you guys are so unforgettable. You guys have the strength, the fire, the power to face any hurdle of your life n still have the heart to be soft, gentle n kind to the world. I wonder how u guys have such a big heart that even going through some real shit you still have the power to be tolerant n being kind. I cannot say enough just know that you guys are really hard to ignore n even hard to forget. If a person bumps u even for a sec they'll spend the rest of their life thinking about u from time to time. You'll always be there in the back of their mind. You have the charm, charisma that's really hard to go unnoticed.
You are also my carefree cleric n the lovers of the life pile. I'm still in awe of how someone can be soooooooo kind n gentle even after having a life full of lessons n reality checks. I wanna give a tight n warm hug my loves(gosh I'm getting emo for some reasons😭a big bear hug n loads of love from my side<3) you guys reminds me of a line I read or heard somewhere which goes like, "we are broken beyond the words yet we are the most powerful creatures of the world" (maybe tvd or ogs) your soul may feel broken n tired but you still are so so powerful that even I feel goosebumps while writing this. I'm so so proud of you my pile 2. You guys hv done enough for the world n will continue to do so, so let's take a sec n appreciate u for that. Breathe in n breathe out for a sec n say I am proud of myself n I love myself.
Also there might be a tendency to juggle between things, thoughts, choices n options where you're not really good at. Also u guys find it difficult to make a choice when given infront of u with too many options. You often feel confused about your life, future, purpose etc. there's always this mental conflict going on n it doesn't go unnoticed by the others which is also the reason you're the talk of the town most of the time which makes u quite literally unforgettable. Unlike pile 1 you're not really good with decision makings(which is not a bad thing, it happens just trust ur instincts n go with the choice you feel is right for u. Learn to trust ur gut feeling. Practice ur Intuition n start listening to your inner voice).
You guys are also the ones who leave the deepest impression on the people u interact with. Your energy is transformative n so are your thoughts, personality, behaviour n habits. This is also the reason you're unforgettable coz you break free from anything n everything when u want. You don't stay stagnant over a place, person or a thing if not needed. There's this mysticism in the way you talk or walk which makes u unforgettable even after a milli sec of talk. Yet you carry your heart on ur sleeves, so full of love,kindness,bubbly n childlike energy. Even your presence heals the ones in your surroundings. You are a blessing in other people's lives. You guys are my hardcore romantic n travel often to find love in diff places, things n whatnot which makes u so unforgettable.
Useful tip: start learning n practicing reiki. You guys have that ability n it'll help u earn a good chunk of money. This ability can help u financially so make use of it. Reiki,aura cleansing, and energy healing are just your things. You can heal people even through your thoughts so try exploring this side of your spiritual journey.
Pile: 3
You guys are my flame-child pile 3. The most strongest among the other 2 piles(don't tell them this ok. They are my leaders n healers but u guys are my warriors). You guys might often see or feel the tension, conflict or hollow victory in ur life but the truth is you are the real warriors n can conquer victory over anything. From mental to physical conflict you can win over anything. You guys will win no matter what. Despite having this strong demeanour you guys are still the most happy go lucky kinda people which makes u the most irresistible and unforgettable.
You can also be really good with your hands n craft. Could any craft be it be painting, sketching, drawing, carpeting?? crocheting, knitting, origami, pottery, jwellery making etc. You guys always walk with hope in your heart. Walk with the intentions of letting go of the past n looking out for the new beginning. You don't cling to your past n that quality of yours makes u so unforgettable in my eyes ✨ there's also this dominance in your personality yet a puppy like soul. You guys can work the best in groups. You can lead a group really gracefully n make it do its work. You can be in a music band, dance group or usually likes to work or play in groups rather to go solo. Teamwork makes the dreamwork could be your tagline.
You can also be really good at multitasking or juggling responsibility. This habit of yours makes u shine the most around ur people and even strangers. People know you're the endgame. They either wanna be you or wanna be close to u somehow. But u behave like a light switch, can literally switch on or off your sunshine personality depending upon the situations or people u are around with. You guys are my magicians. You're the world or the one saving the world there's no in between n this is what makes u unforgettable in the memory of those who know you.
You might be the popular one at school/college/uni/work or might become very popular or well known in the coming future. There's also a possibility that you guys have friends from all over the world which makes u quite popular in different countries coz the people you're friends with are quite popular in their respective countries n u fly to go meet em every once in a while(hello my fella celebs nice to meet u). Also as I said before you guys are so carefree,lovely, kind n hopelessly romantic at heart who don't even hold grudges against no-one. You can adapt to any situation n can tolerate almost everything with patience is what makes u unforgettable. You have this hidden or mysterious personality due to which u allure so many diff people with ur Intuition n unpredictable abilities. Ketu or Pluto in 1h vibe. One moment people are like they know u and the other moment they flip like they don't even know u abit. This mysterious personality charms everyone around u.
Advice: always remain humble n down to earth. Respect your elders, teachers n the unprivileged ones, this will help u rise like a phoenix from the ashes after every downfall or struggle. Victory will be yours as long as you're helpful, kind n humble towards everyone around u including ur foes.
If you guys made it till the end, pls do like n leave a feedback to lmk if this resonates or not. Thankyou so very much for reading my first ever pac reading. Love u all. Have a good night/day ahead🫶🏼🧿
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Sylus is a proud man. He's got both the strength and the influence to back up his confidence. He knows better than anyone how powerful he is, that's why he never hesitates about anything in his life. When he wants something then he simply has to find a way to obtain it, it's always been as simple as that.
Except, it wasn't like that with you.
You were something that couldn't be placed into a category since the day he met you many, many moons ago.
You were the person who changed everything he was so sure he didn't need to understand and taught an old dragon how to fly by making his heart soar higher than he could ever reach.
But the rule about flying is that the higher you go, the harder the fall is bound to be. And oh did he fall hard.
Still, he could grit his teeth and bear the pain if it meant he would, some day, find you again. In the meantime, he would search for new things to share with you and make himself stronger, better for you.
Sylus is a strong man, but his heart shatters as easily as thin glass. He glues together the pieces each time, well enough that he can go another day without anyone seeing through the cracks, but never quite whole.
There's a room he never allows anyone to catch as much as a glimpse of what lays inside where he keeps the most important piece of his heart.
For the years spent apart, Sylus collected gifts and placed them inside that room he so carefully prepared for you. The piles and piles of wrapped boxes increasing as time continued to pass and he tried to fill the void in his chest by making a home for you.
Sylus never once doubted you'd return to him. However, sometimes, in nights where your birthday weighted heavily in his mind, he'd curl up on the large bed in the room while hugging yet another gift he chose for you. Would you like this one enough to come back to him this time, he wonder.
The tears that escape his crimson eyes are something he'd never acknowledge, being the proud man that he is, but they carried the silent pleas and hopes of a mere lonely dragon, 'Please, my love, come back to me'.
[ Now with part two! ;) ]
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book 7 chapter 13 part 2 (book 7 finale!!) thoughts
***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 13 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** This spans part 328 to part 349.
This (finally) conclude book 7!!
Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.
ALRIGHT FELLAS, LOCK IN.
We open with a scene of the final confrontation against Malleus (like one of Yuu’s dreams/visions).
Everyone is slowly waking up. UHHH it’s not a pretty sight though, Malleus has grown into his full dragon form and crashed through the ceiling. His voice is becoming distorted. (No live 2D sprite, only a blacked out version of his OB form.)
Mob students panic and almost trample themselves to escape. Us first years brace for impact but suddenly…?! CROWLEY saves us?! YEEEEEEAAH DAD CAME BACK WITH THE MILK LET'S GO 🥛
Crowley commands the staff and dorm leadership to help the students get away. Crewel and Trein use ice magic but it’s instantly melted. (Sam tends to their wounds!) Vargas is knocked back trying to protect students with his body. (Kalim flies him to safety!)
The dorm leaders command their vices to lead their students out. Some notable ones: Jade leads, Floyd is in the back chasing them. Jamil takes charge and tells Kalim to guide people on the magic carpet. Because Ignihyde has no dorm leader, Ortho tells some of their students to be the leaders for the others. Ruggie leads Savanaclaw.
UUHHHHHHH the only person that has not woken up is Lilia. He’s still sleeping at dragon!Malleus’s feet. Silver is freaking tf out OTL calling out to Lilia, trying to wake him, but it doesn’t work.
Sebek is terrified and claims he can’t fight Malleus, he is just too powerful! Chevfowrgwiwj ADEUCE KICK HIM AND SEBEK’s SO inSuLTED HE DECIDeS TO JOIN THE FiGHT AGAIN
Malleus is sending thorns after us to “capture the humans”. ASDHHKAHDLA The tone of voice he takes on is scary, it's like we're farm animals that escaped a pen and he's trying to toss us back in there.
We cut to Ignihyde xjsvsjkw IT’/s A PlOT POiNT THAT iDIA iS OUT OF ShApE, he’s struggling to reach the meetup point to collect the sword, shield, and armor to fight Malleus with. Igni mobs A, B, and C run support and provide him with a magical wheel, which Idia happily accepts.
LOL his mom says he looks cool, just like a prince!! (EW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT MRS. SHROUD... DON'T MAKE ME THINK IDIA IS COOL.)
The vice dorm leaders (minus Jamil) have led the mobs to main street. There, they collide with Idia.
The dorm leaders (excluding Kalim) are staying behind to stave off Malleus. Us first years ignore evacuation orders and come back.
LILIA FINALLY WAKES UP (not sure why he took longer than everyone else; I thought he wouldn't wake at all and Malleus was keeping him asleep as his "most precious" thing to protect???) 😭 but his magic is so weak he cannot even summon a flame. Begins to cut through the briar instead.
The OB boys are close to irl OB and cannot hold off Malleus for much longer. LMAO. Rowley is crying at the amount of physical damage to the school vjsbfiwhfhskdmd
When all hope is about to be lost, HERE COMES THE MOTORCYCLE REVVING SOUNDS— Holding out for a hero moment fr 💀
OH MY GOD THERE IT IS, I WAS RIGHT WITH MY THEROYT
The armor made of mystium changes form depending on the pilot… Silver assumes the Dawn Knight’s armor and Sebek takes on the same armor his grandfather gifted him in Lilia’s dream.
Malleus scoffs at them and says he will melt Sebek’s shield—but Sebek says there’s no way, because this was something made with the strength if both fae and humans!! Malleus feels betrayed learning that even his grandmother stands against him.
Sebek corrects his liege. They are all standing WITH Malleus. Silver agrees. To prevent Malleus from completely losing himself and becoming the “ruler of evil”, they MUST stop him here and now.
Man. This really is mirroring the Dawn Knight and Maleanor battle. (Believe even the dragon sprite used for Malleus is the same form his mother takes.)
Malleus blows away Sebek’s shield and Silver rushes to protect him. DBHLsiflaiyDSLBI THEY'RE REENACTING THE EVETSN OF THE PAST
LILIA GETS IN THE WAY?!?!!!??!
In the moment of surprise, Idia uses technomancy to control Silver’s sword to hit Malleus’s horns.
Malleus post-OB flashback!
Ahhhh, so it begins with the senators blessing him with mighty powers. Then we see some memories of him growing up.
Malleus has a maid doing his hair but he gets hurt by the teeth of the comb or something?? His anger strikes the maid with lightning and he apologizes, but another servant (or was it a senator, I forgot) tells him don't apologize, it was the maid's fault. Maid is escorted out.
Next is Lilia coming to visit Malleus; Malleus is so happy and laughs really loud. This shatters nearby windows and lodges glass in Lilia's ears. Malleus panics, but Lilia reassures him it's fine.
Last memory is of him on his birthday; Malleus sees fireworks outside but isn't allowed to go out. His grandma is away on royal duties, so he has to eat a big dinner by himself. He's so sad he instantly freezes all the food and makes the servants super cold.
His black and white lament allows him to express that he was born with mighty powers, but what he really wanted all this time was to be able to express himself, to be with other people. "I just wanted to get angry. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry." One line I found particularly poignant was this: “At the table where everyone shares their joy and their sadness… There is no seat for me.”
And… he calls his blessing(s) a curse. This is a parallel to Idia, who realized that what he thought was his own curse was actually a blessing that allows him to be “powered up” by blot!!
Screen goes white and Lilia appears before Malleus. UMMMMMM I 'M SCARED, DON'T LIKE THIS FRAMING. IT'S VERY SIMILAR TO IDIA IN BOOK 6 TALKING WITH DEAD!ORTHO AFTER HIS OWN POST-OB FLASHBACK...
"I have to go soon, too."
"Lilia? Where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it. Like you said, 1000 years will pass in the blink of an eye."
Malleus finally wakes up from his OB. Idia stops the Ferrymen from advancing to attacking Malleus with their oars (the same ones they used to neutralize the other OB boys in book 6).
HIS HORN?????? IS IT STAYING LIKE THAT FDOREVER?????? ? ? ???
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LILIA DIED (like these sick fucking devs played a heart rate monitor FLATLINING) and Silver’s hair going back to blonde is proof his blessing is gone 💦💦
Malleus crying sprite, but at what cost… (Surprisingly is able to cry without summoning a storm??)
Malleus, Silver, and Sebek cry (Idia pulls us away to give them alone time 💦 guess he is socially aware enough to understand this.) Malleus tries to use his magic to revive Lilia.
There’s glowing from Malleus’s broken off horn and Silver’s ring???? Magic comes from a strong wish, so he and Malleus wish for Lilia to return. Malleus states “I love you” to Lilia and that’s what does it.
qbfuvILFIsFIPFw IT'S THE DISNEY POWERE OFR LLOVE SAVES THE DAY TROPE
We skip to a few days later. Mobs are chatting about the extent of Malleus’s magic; Maleficia, Ambrose, and Crowley did a press conference appearance about the catastrophe.
UMMMMM
Ace mentions there is now a Fairy Dream Life Association made up of Malleus fans who sdjlbblsaiadbsi actually preferred the dream worlds to their realities???? (IT GIVES ME KINDA CULT VIBES) We learn that it will take Malleus's horns 100-200 years to grow back and he cannot use his UM or other disaster-level magic during this time.
Dorm leader meeting!!
Idia lets everyone know that S.T.Y.X. created a new classification a few days ago specifically for Malleus. He is now being considered the same as a natural disaster, and they've developed a safety protocol + policy for what to do in the case of Malleus again. Basically, he should be treated LIKE a natural disaster (earthquake, hurricane, tornado, etc.). In other words, don't engage or try to fight, just hunker down and wait it out. This label cannot be erased, appealed, etc.
Okay, WHAT 🤡 I know that we were desperate to stop the spread of Malleus's magic + aiming to limit the damage he does, but apparently there were NO deaths at all, NO damage (beyond NRC, I believe), and only SOME NRC students got injured. That's... all OTL REALLY???? ?? ? ??????? ??NOTHING ELSE??? ? ?? ???? ???? Sounds kinda like bullshit to me, but okay.
Silver and Sebek are currently hospitalized, but they're supposedly recovering well and should return to class soon. (Really???? In only a few days' time??? Magic must really speed up the recovery process.)
Damage to Diasomnia dorm was quickly fixed up with fae magic. Maleficia donated a bunch of rare Briar Valley literature and technology to NRC for free as an apology for the trouble Malleus caused.
aASDIUBADBOIAFFIA WOW apparently Lilia is reenrolling??? He somehow recovered some of his magic. Riddle explains it as being similar to medical cases in which a patient spontaneously recovers for no discernable reason.
IULADFBFIYOAAFAFID Crowley drops the bomb that Malleus is also returning to school, which freaks the other dorm leaders out. Idia reveals it's likely because Crowley wants funding from the International Magical Security Organization (IMSO), which has promised to give money to support whatever area houses Malleus during his rehabilitation period or something. asfihloadbyfasyafsi IMAGINE NOT WANTING MALLEUS SO BAD THE GOVT HAS TO GIVE MONETARY INCENTIVE TO HAVE HIM IN TYOUR VICINITY
Crowley excuses this by saying the teachers agree Malleus should return. After all, as along as you wish to learn, NRC will not turn away a student. He also says that this is important for promoting diversity and enhancing the understanding between humans and fae. adihbabilfaifasi SCROWLEY'S ALSO PLEASED BECASE HE;S BEEN GETITNG A LOT FO GOOD PUBLICITY, NRC IS EEING HAILED AS HEROES.
We cut a few weeks later to Ramshackle, where Yuu and Grim are writing down details about their dream with Mickey. This is the only mention of Mickey in the update; Yuu going home and what Mickey is up to is NOT addressed again. Yuu just says they wonder what he's been up to/they want to see him again.
Sebek and Silver pop in for a visit!! Silver's hair is silver again. Apparently he asked Lilia to bless him a second time. Sebek makes a joke that it would be weird if his name was Silver but his hair was gold; then shouldn't his name be Gold?
Other first years arrive!!
Mmmmm... We get some lore about Sage's Island??? There was a powerful master mage that lived here 2000 years ago. But this mage had an apprentice that had trouble controlling his own magic and brought about a great disaster because of it. Instead of banishing this apprentice, the master mage scolded his student and did his best to teach him everything he could. That is why the schools on Sage's Island try to follow this philosophy of welcoming those that want to learn.
First years speculate that there must have been other incidents in the past where powerful mages got out of hand. They must have been forgiven too, right...? Like the sorcerer's apprentice was.
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE
Silver and Sebek claim it took them 1 week to heal from their injuries. Their magic healthcare must be cracked because that recovery time is INSANE.
Suddenly?????? Invites pop up???? It's from Malleus! He's inviting his peers to a party on May 15th (Silver's birthday), to be held at Castle Wildrose (which has been reclaimed and made into an official neutral zone belonging to no country). A carriage will come and pick them up.
The carriage is pulled by a talking direbeast???? FHABFAIBA HE REFERS TO YOU, GRIM, ACE, AND DEUCE WITH -SAMA!!???!
We arrive at the venue at last, and...
WHOA, UM... MALLEUS NEW FIT??????? 😭 King look?????? Emo lookin' ass/j He looks so much like his mother here, but they don't really explain why he's wearing this??? (Up until this point, I believe he was being studied, tested, and monitored in S.T.Y.X. facilities.)
This looks SO weird, I'm not used to seeing his pale ass chest out...
Malleus asks Silver and Sebek to step forth. OFMMAFOJ;IAFLIUAFIEAF OMG ALH HERVURQ3TVOFEVYFSOIfsihadgouvaegipaf hE'S OFFICIALLLY KNIGHTING THEM??? ?? ? ??? ?
Sebek is henceforth known as the Knight of Lightning. Silver will be the Knight of Dreams.
Silver interrupts and asks if he can donate his armor to NRC and S.T.Y.X., as he feels he couldn't have saved the day without their efforts. This way, they will also have something to use in emergencies. For Silver, he says the title alone is enough.
Malleus agrees and splits up the Dawn Knght armor. He asks Silver what does he want instead?
(Silver's new look, after Malleus strips away the armor.)
They confirm that Silver is now 18 years old. So that means the official ages stated on Twst profiles are the ages they are at the start of the school year??? And they "aged up" as the main story went on?
OH MY GOGSH ADSKHLADBSLISDBAIADBSILBIADS IT'S HAPPENIG YOU GUYS, SIVLER'S ASKING LILIA IF HE CAN POSSIBLY TAKE ON HIS SURNMAE AND FORMALLY BEOCME HIS SON
Lilia says he was wary about it because the name Vanrouge sounds bloody + invokes the color red. It was a name given to him by the queen, he doesn't think it suits Silver. But Silver insists, so he relents. ADFLIYOAFADFYPADFAF MALLEUS OFFICIATING IT TO THE ONLOOKERS
Idbskwnkwwk IS THiS THE OMEDETOU EVA SCENE OTL
Lilia and Malleus hold hands and helps Lilia use Far Cry Cradle?? Which revives the memories of Castle Wildrose... including the fae soliders, the Silver Owls, the guardian fairies... INCLUDING Maleanor and the Dawn Knight who once resided there.
adsbihlffuadyoadfiadf SOH???? ? ??? ? ? ? AND SILVER'S MOM, QUEEN LEAH... She looks so gentle and kind, wah... Pretty lady...
Woooow, those memes about book 7 ending on a dance party twistune/rhythmic aren't just memes anymore OTL Somehow they're able to dance with their dead parents even though I'm SURE this isn't possible, realistically speaking.
Context for Dawn Knight Silver's SSR! Malleus and Lilia playfully change the color of Silver's cape between blue and pink. They look like they're having a lot of fun with it!!
Malleus speaks tenderly to the memory of his mother, even though she cannot respond and is just a phantom of the past. Silver does the same to his parents, thanking them for loving him, protecting him, and "not taking Lilia away." I'm SO glad that we got confirmation that Silver has no ill will toward his blood family, he just doesn't have it in him to hate.
asfhulailafiafd SEBEK CRIES BECAUSE HE LOVES HAPPY ENDINGS OTL MY BOY... YOU CAN SEE HIM CRYING IN DAWN KNIGHT SILVER'S GROOVY TOOAW LH ABHFDOVEFUOVQEFUOUfobaegvaegbiFINPdw jCUTIEPIE
Grim grabs us and says let's dance the night away!!! ... And that's what we end on KJBFIUABUIDABIDSGIPAF tTHE FRAKING DANCE PARTY MEME OTL (No preview for what may come next!)
OKAY, that was a whirlwind of an update 😭 As much as I screamed this entire post, it was mainly from shock and not because I necessarily enjoyed everything presented. I feel like Twst got TOO ambitious and wasn't able to deliver on the follow-through because they set up so much. It definitely feels like there's tons of room to expand because there's still unanswered questions about Yuu going home, Mickey Mouse, Crowley's intentions, Grim's OB (we didn't see him eat a blot stone this update, shockingly), and the upcoming interscholastic magift/spelldrive tournament. What we got this update, considering the length of the book as a whole... It honestly felt TOO short. I know, I know, I've been complaining about the length of book 7--but the problem is that the resolution for all this build-up felt rushed, so it doesn't feel genuinely resolved. I'm sure they'll go more into the fallout and consequences next main story update (again, lots of stuff left to explore), but it's going to hurt knowing this is what we're digesting until then.
Some parts of this update I liked a LOT. Lilia's death, Silver finally taking on the Vanrouge surname, SEBEK SOBBING, and Idia being a badass on a magical wheel!! It was also nice seeing the staff members ADULTING for once (especially Crowley, WOW) and helping out. Same thing as previous update, I loved that each student gets a little time to shine by evacuating students or holding off Malleus.
Other parts... I did not like at ALL. I knew from the start that they weren't going to commit to TRULY killing anyone (otherwise Twst would lose a very marketable character), but it really sucked that Lilia dropped out + died for all of 5 seconds before magically being reenrolled and revived with the Power of Love. Very Disney-esque, but it still sat wrong with me. The party at the end was nice, but it confirmed all the memes about forgiving Malleus with a dance party.
My big issue with this update was how... AFRAID the narrative seemed to be to hold Malleus accountable and to have him make up for what he did. For example, they kept stressing how the damage he did was 'contained', how no one died, how only some NRC students were injured, how the buildings he damaged got patched up easily with magic, etc. What was especially offensive, however, was when they mentioned the history of Sage's Island and how there were other mages who caused disasters like Malleus did; those mages were scolded + forgiven and not exiled, so they should offer the same to him. Okay. But that... that feels like you're trying to say "It's okay that Malleus did this, because OTHER people also did this!" It sounds like you're diverting attention away from Malleus's actions by pointing out that other people did similar things. We're not talking about those other people though. We're talking about MALLEUS DRACONIA, who is responsible for the CURRENT crisis. Don't try to distract us by talking about other people 💦💦
And really, what did Malleus DO to fix things???? I get that he won't be able to use his UM for a long ass time, but what about his relations with the world at large? His grandma is getting on TV to say sorry but why isn't Malleus also doing that??? Why is he throwing a party and ONLY apologizing to NRC when he arguably endangered many more people???? Should he not also be saying sorry to S.T.Y.X., his country, and all other countries????? OTL Like, I don't think he should be thrown in jail or physically harmed as "further" punishment, but I want to know what steps he intends to take to correct what he has done. An apology to everyone is the very least Malleus can do.
I'm also leaving this update confused about how tf Lilia's UM works??? Because previously we knew he could see the memories associated with objects, right??? What object is he calling the memories from, the whole CASTLE???? Is this only possible because Malleus held his hand and boosted his magic or something??? Okay... but then why are both the fae and the humans of the past both there happily (I assume happily because those memories were able to dance with their children without issue)??? Aren't those two separate memories from two different points in time??? Because I cannot imagine a reality in which both parties were in the SAME space, at the SAME time, and NOT at each others' throats. It feels like Twst breaking its own logic and lore just because it would be cute to have this moment between parents and children. And how come we saw Silver's mom Leah but not Malleus's dad Raverne???? Surely Raverne must have bene in Castle Wildrose before, considering that's where his WIFE resides??? And during the rhythmic/twistune I also saw a Silver Owl and a Briar Land soldier dancing together… even though they wouldn’t???? So many questions...
I don't know. I just have so many mixed thoughts on this ending. I always knew in my gut that I would never be completely satisfied with it, because there are limitations with the media involved, expected tropes, an unnecessarily high amount of hype riding on this, etc. Man. What we got in the end was... okay? Okay, but still lacking in certain areas. I just hope a future main story update fills in those gaps.
I guess I don't have anything else to say but... This truly was our Twisted Wonderland 💀
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On your own - lando norris
— you can do it on your own while you’re looking at me



genre: smut (just a little bit of angst and fluff)
warnings: switch!lando, switch!reader, pet names, make up sex, p in v, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, they just can’t resist each other
The first rays of sun of the day interrupted your sleep, and after a lot of useless shifting around the bed you finally accepted that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, as you reached for your boyfriend to say your good mornings and cuddle for a bit before getting up, you were surprised to find only empty and cold sheets. confused by his absence you checked your phone in search of any signs of his whereabouts, but you didn’t find a single message.
As you got up, the cold winter air brushed your bare legs, and as you walked to the kitchen, the empty house made you feel more and more needy of affection.
Hours passed and you still had no news or messages from Lando, you understood that he didn't have to spend his vacation glued to you and that he was probably having a good time with his friends, but you felt neglected, he wasn’t answering any of your phone calls and he hadn't even woken you up to tell you that he was leaving. and the worst part was the internal battle between your anger because of how thoughtless he was being, your worry that something might had happen to him, and the need for touch that was growing in you was killing you.
Just as you were about to call him again you heard the sound of keys in the door, indicating that Lando had arrived home
“Hi, honey” he said trying to kiss you, a kiss you were quick to dodge as you stood up from the couch and walked to the room giving him the silent treatment.
“how mature y/n” you thought to yourself, you knew this wasn’t the right way to solve this problem but sometimes a girl just wants to be showered with attention, so you just waited in your bed for Lando to come beg for forgiveness
you heard your boyfriends hurried footsteps before he appeared at the door
“baby, i’m so sorry, i meant to text you but my phone died as soon as i left, i didn’t mean to get you worried” he said carefully sitting on the bed next to you
“You could have woken me up to tell me where you were going, I don't even know where you were all day”. You were trying really hard to keep up your angry appearance but having him next to you after waiting for him all day was getting to you.
“y/n, i really am sorry, i didn't wake you up because i know how tired you've been these last few days and you looked very peaceful sleeping, i didn't have the strength to wake you up, my love. Max asked me to go with him to buy a gift for Pietra’s birthday, then we went to have lunch, i guess one thing led to another and I lost track of time”
You decided that was enough anger for the day and you gave him a soft smile “did you only buy gifts for Pietra?” you said half jokingly
Lando laughed, holding your face in his hands and taking that kiss he had wanted so much since he had arrived at your home
“you know i never forget about you, beautiful” He said, handing you a bag you didn't know where he had hidden. You carefully opened it, finding the dress you’ve been wanting for months, it was on your wishlist since it came out and every time you went shopping with Lando you looked at it for so long, too embarrassed to ask him to buy it for you.
“how did you know i wanted this?” you said unable to hide your joy
“i just know you so well, baby” Lando said kissing you again, this time much bolder and confident
You melted in his arms, with no hope of being able to resist him for another second, sometimes you get angry at yourself for how much at his mercy you are. but this time he had really screwed up, you couldn't just let this happen, that’s you felt like a light bulb had gone on in your head.
You straddled him, grabbed his hair and kissed him with the same intensity, until you felt him tense under your touch, you began to move your hips slow and hard on him and when you felt his erection grow beneath you, you mumbled on his lips “i see you missed me too, love” going down to kiss his neck
“mmhm baby, i need you so bad, been thinking about you all d-ay” He was having trouble putting his words together and that gave you the signal that it was time to play with him a little
“you know it’ll take a little more for me to forgive you, right?” you stood up and started taking of your top, surprising him with your bare chest since you weren’t wearing a bra
“i know, pretty, come here i’ll make it up to you i promise” he said taking his pants off and pulling you so you would sit in his lap again, and oh god how tempting it was to just give in
“you don’t deserve that, Lando, i’m afraid you won’t get to touch me today, baby, so just touch yourself” you saw how Lando opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out “go on, love, do it for me”
Seeing him hesitate, you licked your fingers slowly and started to play with your nipples, just the way he would, it didn't feel as good, but just to turn him on more you started to moan softly, moving your hips back and forth on the bed.
you were teasing and touching yourself but even though it felt good, what was really getting you worked up was seeing him fight against touching his painfully hard dick
“y/n please, don’t do this baby, i want you so bad please just touch me” he was starting to get desperate and to push him further to the edge you started giving him wet kisses up his thighs, very close to where he wanted them most but without getting there “fuck, you’re gonna kill me one day” he finally gave in, wrapping his hand over his swollen member
You watched him go up and down with his hand, you heard his moans and grunts and they only turned you on more and more. You were finally seeing in all its glory the effect you had on him and you were becoming addicted to that feeling. As you were feeling brave, you decided to experiment, so you leaned over him and spit on his cock just to see his reaction. Lando had to gather all his strength not to cum in that moment, his entire body trembled and tensed at your action, you were driving him crazy and although he wasn't going to admit it, maybe he was enjoying this more than you.
this was probably the most turned on you’ve ever been and when you couldn't take it anymore, you decided to take off your shorts and show him how wet you were “i want you to fuck me so bad, baby - a moan escaped your mouth- it’s a shame that you were so bad to me today”
“y/n fuck fuck fuck- you saw the tip of his member, angry red, and you swore you were drooling- don’t do this to me baby, i’ll make you feel so good, let me taste you please, i need you” he was just so close to cumming but he had to hold it, he needed you, he didn’t care if it was your hands, your mouth or your wet and warm pussy, he wanted you and only you
you fingered yourself and played with your clit at the same time and with how turned on you were you pushed yourself over the edge embarrassingly quick, there was just one problem, you just couldn’t cum, you never had that problem, when lando was away you did what had to be done, but watching him so needy in front of you, all sweaty and bothered just for you, just for watching you, was making it impossible for you to finish without him
“fuck, love, please, i’m gonna cum” you heard him say, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you saw him squeeze his eyes shut, mouth slightly open and you felt so bad but you just had to interrupt him
“no, you won’t” he opened his eyes, his face a mixture of pain and disbelief, you slapped his hand softly so he would let go of himself and straddled him again, sitting on his dick in one swift motion, you were grateful that you didn’t have any neighbours nearby because the moan the two of you left was sinful
“love, i hope you had fun with your little game because you’re gonna be so sorry” he said grabbing your hips hard and slamming you against him without mercy, so delicious, just the way you liked, it felt so good you couldn’t think, you didn’t even hear yourself, the only thing you knew is that you were screaming his name again and again
You don't know when or how, you didn't even feel it building, but from one moment to another the two of you were reaching your climax stronger than ever in your lives, as you came down from your high you heard your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings and compliments in your ear, you were ready for a long session of aftercare when you felt him flipping you both so he was on top of you
“did you think i was done with you, princess?”
and with that you knew he was making up for all the lost time.
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris scenarios#ln4 x reader#ln4 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic
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the cullens with a reader who isn't the best at showing emotions so their way of showing love is by biting? Like not hard but gently.
BTW I love your writing, keep up the good work 💞
The Cullens with a reader who bites
Thank you for the kind words! And I definitely relate to this prompt. But with my cat. Like cuteness aggression is real and I’m a victim. Petting her isn’t enough I need to eat her yk
Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!
Edward:
He understands a little bit
He can hear the thoughts in your head, he sees how much they overwhelm you
It happened the first time when he was over at your house for a movie date
He was wearing casual clothes, a hoodie and some sweatpants
He wanted to make sure you had something soft to lay your head on
But something happened when you saw him in the hoodie
Your mind lit up, fireworks going off, sprinkled with phrases of how “cute” he looked and how you wanted to crawl into his skin
He called you over to him and let you squeeze him as hard as you wanted, but it still wasn’t enough
He could hear the frustration in your mind about how you were still unsatisfied
He was about to suggest climbing into his hoodie with him when he felt you bite down on his bicep
He was shocked to say the least
But you know what, at least it helped
He tries to limit how much you can bite him in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he lets you do what you want
He’s an enabler, what can I say
Alice:
She didn’t even see it coming the first time
Which is rare for her
You were sitting on her bed with your eyes closed since Alice had a gift she wanted to give to you
You opened your eyes and saw a bracelet made of brown, gold and *insert your eye color here* beads
On her wrist was a matching one
You sprang up and tackled her in a hug immediately
You both would have fallen if she didn’t have inhuman strength
But hugging her wasn’t enough
So you bit her
She felt a pressure on her right shoulder, just above where her shirt ended, right on her skin
She didn’t know what it was until she felt the heat and faint wetness
She thought it was tears to be honest
So she was definitely shocked when she pulls you back and sees your mouth wide open and your eyes perfectly dry
“… did you just bite me?”
“…no…”
“You’re so silly”
She lets you bite her as much as you want
It’s not like it affects her
Just so long as you don’t get drool on her clothes
Jasper:
He can also feel how strong your emotions are
He’s never felt someone who feels things so strongly
Honestly, he’s surprised you can even live a normal life
One day you’re just sitting on the couch, playing on your phone while a movie plays on the tv
Suddenly, your phone starts to jostle a little bit
You look and see Jasper putting a charging cable into your phone
“What’s that for?”
“Your battery was getting pretty low, figured you could use some charge”
And like nothing even happened, he goes back to playing mobile games on his phone
You become so overcome with emotion, so much love just fills your body
He can feel your emotions start to fry, threatening to overflow
He’s about to send some calmness your way when he feels you chomp down onto his forearm
He’s so shocked he doesn’t even move
You quickly unlatch, moving away and apologizing, but he just smiles
“It’s alright, darling. I’d rather have your teeth marks here than the ones I’ve got now”
So charming
Rosalie:
The day of Prom is here
You didn’t want to go, but you would never deny Rosalie a chance to dress up
So that’s how you found yourself here, fully dressed and waiting on Rosalie to finish getting her hair and makeup done
You hear her heels click towards the closed door and turn your eyes as it creaks open
There stands Rosalie, beautiful golden hair pulled into an intricate updo, her makeup perfectly accentuating her natural beauty, and a dark red dress that sweeps the floor
You just couldn’t contain yourself
You latch onto her, biting into her exposed shoulder
She yelps out of shock, definitely not expecting that
You try to walk away and pretend it didn’t happen, but she’s not one for that
She has similar rules to Alice, only no biting her in public
She loves that you love her so much that you can’t contain it
That’s what she’s always wanted after all
Overall, though, she doesn’t mind
Just seriously, don’t mess with the clothes
Emmett:
He was literally just sitting there
Like not doing anything, sitting on the couch, watching a movie that you had put on
You had gotten up to get some more popcorn and had to just pause to take him in
He looked so cute bundled up in the couch, your favorite blanket thrown around him from earlier
You set the popcorn down on the table and leaped at him
He didn’t even get a chance to react
Suddenly you were on top of him, your arms wrapped in a vice grip around his throat, your legs fully koala-ed around his middle
You were kissing every single surface on his face, whispering how cute he looked and how much you love him in between
He was giggling like a little girl, his face would be beet red if he could still blush
When suddenly he feels your teeth on his shoulder
“Pump the brakes there, piranha, what’s that for?”
“Sorry Em, I just love you so much I can’t control myself”
“Damn, do I at least taste good?”
He thinks it’s hilarious
He calls you his little snapping turtle
Esme:
She’s confused
She just asked what you wanted for dinner and now your teeth are in her arm
She doesn’t even shake you off she just kind of stands there
Like uhm are you okay?
You’re gonna need to explain to her why you did that
And afterwards she just laughs
She doesn’t fully understand, but that’s okay cause she also just doesn’t care
If it makes you happy then it makes her happy
She’ll let you bite her but with limitations
No biting in public
No biting her hair (not that you would anyway)
No biting her so hard that you hurt yourself
And she’ll eventually tell you to ease up after a while
“Darling? You’ve been there for a couple minutes now, you want to stop for a second please?”
Overall she’s confused but tries not to intervene
If this is what you need to do to express your love then go for it
Carlisle:
He’s only ever been bitten once
And that wasn’t a very pleasant experience to say the least
So it’s the last thing he expects you to do
But let’s be honest, how could you resist?
He had rolled up the sleeves to his sleek button up, flipping through pages of his old medical books, looking for a specific article he wanted to show you
By now you’ve completely forgotten what you even asked him about
You just leaned in slowly and bit into his forearm, your teeth sinking in slightly to the strong muscles there
“… are you hungry?”
Genuinely confused
You can try to explain as much as you want, he’s still going to research it later
He doesn’t have very many rules as far as this goes
If you wanna bite him, then go for it
He thinks it’s a nice, fun thing
And it shows how much you love him
Everyone enjoys a nice ego stroke now and then
Vampire! Bella:
She’s definitely felt cuteness aggression before
But never with another person
She was just sitting there helping you do your homework and you just.. bit her
“Did you just bite me?”
“…. No….”
“You’re a liar”
She doesn’t actually mind
She’s just so confused
She still envisions herself as that plain-looking clumsy girl
Like wdym SHES the one making you feral?
But she is flattered
Absolutely does NOT let you pull that shit in public tho
She’s still too shy for that
You’re gonna need to put a pin in it till you guys get home
But once you’re there… she still has limits
She’s not a big pda person
Or a big physical touch person
She’s like a cat
She’s okay with it for a little bit but too much and she needs you to stop
Think like one or two bites a day
Any more than that and she gets squirmy
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special day for his special girl ~ tommy miller x f! reader
A/N: happy birthday to my twisted sister @heavens-whore !! I love plotting and coming up with ideas with you as well as talking about sex and the city and men (the good kind, the dilfs) I hope you enjoy this!! everyone, go check out her blog and works!! 🎊🥳🫶🏻 sorry for the delay and the length
mentions: so much fluff!!!! tommy making it the most special day for you, loving on you, soft possesive tommy, praise kink activated in tommy??, doting, spoiling you rotten in the best way he knows. smut. oral receiving (fem reader!), fingering, piv, tommy talking during sex, princess treatment. if im missing any mentions let me know.
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do not copy, translate or claim any of my work as your own.
The buttery smell of pancakes and the unmistakable sound of Tommy cursing snap you right out of your dreams.
You blink against the sunlight pouring through the half-open curtains, your cheek still warm and squished against Tommy’s pillow, which still smells like him—faint soap, cedar, and something undeniably his. You stretch in the wide bed, limbs still heavy with sleep, and sit up slowly. You steal a shirt of his that's lying around and tug it down over your bare thighs.
You tiptoe out of the room, sleep-soft and quiet, already smiling like you know what’s waiting for you.
Tommy is facing the stove bare-chested, only wearing checkered boxers that hang low on his hips. He grips the spatula in one hand as he stares intensely at the pancake waiting to be flipped, his brows furrowed in pure concentration.
You lean on the doorway, watching him, biting your lip trying not to laugh.
“Need help there, chef?” you ask, voice scratchy from sleep.
Tommy startles, eyes flicking over to you but then softening completely when he sees you standing there in his shirt, hair a mess, legs bare, face still half-dreaming.
“You weren’t supposed to see this, I was going to bring them to bed”
You move like you might actually do it—already starting to turn on your heel—but his hand slides to your hip, stopping you before you can take a single step.
“Now where you’re goin’, birthday girl?” he murmurs, voice low and warm in your ear. “Come here.”
You let him pull you in, smiling up at him like you’ve already gotten every gift in the world just from the way he’s looking at you.
His lips meet yours in a soft, unhurried kiss, the kind that steals the air right out of your lungs without even trying. His hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin like you’re something delicate—like you matter more than anything else in the room. When he pulls back, just barely, his voice is tender.
“Happy birthday, my sweet girl.”
The words melt right into you, warm and grounding. His eyes search yours for a moment, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Sleep well?” he asks, still cupping your face like he’s not ready to let go.
You nod, smiling softly, hands resting on his bare chest. God, it’s broad, solid, and warm under your fingertips—and it’s hard not to think about it. The way his skin feels under your touch, the strength in him, how safe and stupidly good he smells. You’re supposed to be focused on the birthday part, but your brain keeps short-circuiting every time he shifts slightly, and those muscles move under your palms like sin itself.
Tommy catches the flicker in your eyes and smirks, just a little.
“Oh,” he drawls, dipping his head closer, “you’re thinkin’ somethin’, sweetheart?”
“I’m thinking,” you say, trying to sound casual as your thumbs glide along his chest, “that maybe I should be the one sayin’ happy birthday to myself.”
He lets out a low chuckle, warm and amused, nuzzling into the side of your face. “Well, you do look good in my shirt. But if I let you get distracted now, we’ll never get to breakfast.”
You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “What a shame.”
“Terrible way to spend a birthday,” he teases, nuzzling your nose. “Loved up and fed pancakes.”
You laugh into his chest, breath hitching when his arms wrap tighter around you. His body is warm, the scent of him all maple and skin, and you can feel his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your cheek. He holds you there like time doesn’t exist, like it’s the most important part of his whole day, like nothing else is calling his name this morning except you. Not even the pancake threatening to burn on the pan.
"Tommy," you murmur into his chest, voice muffled by laughter, "your pancake"
He groans dramatically and finally lets go of you, hands lingering on your waist for a beat longer than necessary.
“Go take a seat, baby,” he says, kissing the top of your head with a warm press of lips, “I’ll be right there with you.”
You pout a little, dragging your fingers down his bare chest as you step away and make your way to the table.
He chuckles, already turning back to the stove, spatula in hand. His focus shifts, brow furrowing slightly as he rescues the now deeply golden pancake and slides it onto the tower of pancakes.
You slip into your chair with bare legs tucked under you, still wearing his shirt and nothing else, the hem brushing your thighs. The table’s already half-set—your favorite mug, a little vase with a small bouquet he chose from the garden, and the distinct smell of coffee waiting to be served.
From where you sit, you watch him work, the way his back flexes as he leans forward, and how his shoulders move with each motion. Tommy hums to himself under his breath, a tune you don’t recognize, and you can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips. He didn’t just make you pancakes. He made you feel chosen.
And you hadn’t even opened the real gifts yet.
Tommy makes his way to the table, careful hands holding the plate like it’s an offering to a god. The pancakes are stacked high, warm and golden, your favorite fruits all arranged delicately on top. And nestled right in the center of it all is a single, crooked little candle. You can tell he found it last-minute, probably dug it out of a drawer somewhere, and it only makes your heart ache more.
He sets the plate down in front of you, clears his throat dramatically, and starts singing.
Not the whole song, just a soft, mumbled, very Tommy version of “Happy Birthday,” like he’s trying to be goofy but can’t help the warmth in his voice. He’s a little off-key. He winks at you halfway through. You laugh through the entire thing.
He finishes with a proud little bow, and you’re already looking at him like he’s strung up the stars just for you.
The way your eyes meet his is soft, full of that quiet kind of awe that steals the breath from his lungs. You’re smiling, but there’s something deeper under it. You lean forward and blow out the candle, a tiny wisp of smoke curling into the air.
Tommy leans in without a word and kisses you. Soft, lingering, like he doesn’t care that the pancakes are getting cold.
When he pulls back, his thumb brushes your cheek. “Made any wishes?”
You look at him, still dazed with how good this all feels. And then you smile and shake your head. “I don’t need to wish for anything,” you murmur, voice quiet and full, “I’ve got you.”
His lips part like he’s gonna say something. But he doesn’t.
Tommy just kisses you again, deeper this time. He doesn’t need to say it out loud for you to know— You’re his wish, too.
You take the fork from your left and dig into the pancake stack, still warm, fluffy, and soaked just right in syrup. The fruit on top is perfectly sweet, and there's a hint of caramel that melts on your tongue like some kind of birthday miracle.
“Oh my god,” you groan, rolling your head back dramatically as the first bite hits. “This is incredible.”
Tommy’s at the counter pouring the coffee, and he turns just in time to catch the full theatrical display—your eyes fluttered shut, your fork already going in for another bite, and the pleased little hum you let out like he’s just cooked you a five-star brunch.
He grins, proud as ever. “That good, huh?”
He grabs a fork from one of the drawers and takes a seat next to you. “Lemme get in on this,” he mutters, spearing a big forkful off your plate without asking. Typical.
“Hey!” you swat at his hand as he tries to steal another bite, “That’s my birthday tower!”
Tommy laughs, full-bellied and unapologetic, already chewing on it like he didn’t just violate your sacred pancake territory. He then leans back with an exaggerated groan of pure satisfaction, like a man who just discovered fire.
“I’m so fucking good at this,” he declares around the food, eyes rolling back just slightly for dramatic effect. “Goddamn. Someone give me a Food Network show.”
He nods solemnly, already going in for another bite. “Insanely talented. At breakfast. At lovin’ you. At everything I touch.”
“Humble too, I see.”
Tommy just winks, leans over, and steals a piece of fruit from your fork before you can react.
"Hey!" you gasp at the audacity.
“You’re welcome,” he says smugly.
You shake your head, heart stupidly full, thinking that if the day ended right here—just pancakes, kisses, and him stealing your food—it’d already be the best birthday you’ve ever had.
And yet, you still haven’t opened your real gift.
Tommy left the kitchen with a little smirk and disappeared down the hallway to bring your actual birthday gift leaving you with the tower of pancakes.
You sip your coffee slowly, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Tommy,” you call out, “you’re not bringing out, like… a puppy or something, right? Because I swear to god—”
“No puppies,” he calls back, voice echoing from the bedroom. “But you might scream anyway.”
You almost choked with your coffee as you took another sip. “That’s not comforting!”
A few moments later, he comes back with a box behind his back. It’s big. Wrapped in paper that’s a little crooked and taped like a man who definitely tried to do it in a hurry, and definitely did it with love.
He stops in front of you, eyes shining like a kid about to unveil his science fair volcano.
“Okay,” he says, bouncing just slightly on the balls of his feet. “This one… this one’s real special.”
You raise an eyebrow, grinning. “Better than pancakes?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Different category of good.”
He sets the box in your lap.
You tear it open slowly at first, like savoring the moment—but the second you get a glimpse of leather and stitching, your fingers fly. You peel back the paper and pull back the lid, and then—
You gasp.
Not the polite kind. The full, sharp, hands-to-your-mouth kind. Your heart skips. Your whole body lights up.
Inside the box is a pair of cowboy boots.
But not just any boots.
They’re beautiful—brown leather, soft and sturdy, embroidered with delicate little flowers in your favorite colors curling up the sides. Subtle. Sweet. Thoughtful. And at the back of each heel, stitched just above the sole in rich thread:
T.M.
Your fingers hover over the letters like they might vanish if you touch them too fast.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, eyes wide. “Oh my god. I love them. I LOVE them!”
You pick them up and scream—and hug them to your chest like he just handed you a newborn baby.
Tommy lets out a laugh so pure and giddy it could’ve knocked you over. “There it is! I knew you’d do the little scream!”
You’re already halfway to your feet, boots clutched to your chest, spinning in place. “Tommy— they’re perfect. They’re—look at the stitching! Look at the—you put your initials on them?!”
He walks over, hands sliding around your waist, pulling you close.
“Well, figured now when you walk into a room, everyone’ll know who you belong to.”
You bury your face in his neck, laughing breathlessly. “I can’t believe you did this.”
He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’d get you ten more pairs just to see you smile like that.”
You pull back just enough to look at him, eyes shining. “I’m wearing these everywhere.”
“You better.” He steps back. “Go on. Try ‘em on.”
And when you stand up in your boots—bare-legged, still in his shirt, grinning like a fool—Tommy lets out a low whistle, shaking his head like he’s helpless against you.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Prettiest cowgirl I've ever seen.”
You blush, cheeks warm as you try—and fail—not to smile too hard. You give him a handful of playful little poses. A hand on your hip, knee popped, chin tilted up like you’re about to step onto a runway. Another one with your feet up on a stool, showing off the boot.
Tommy lets out a soft whistle again, eyes trailing over you with so much heat and affection it makes your stomach flutter.
“Well, damn,” he murmurs, low and awestruck. “I really outdid myself, didn't I?”
He opens his arms without a word, the silent invitation clear as day.
You don’t hesitate. You walk straight into him.
His arms wrap around you instantly, snug and familiar, hands smoothing over your back and down your sides like he just needs to touch you, to have you there. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles, half-mocking, half-serious.
“Gonna have to fight people off with a stick if you leave the house lookin' like this.”
You laugh, fingers curling into his hair. “You did this to me.”
“Yeah,” he says, smiling into your skin. “And now you’re never takin’ these boots off.”
You shake your head, smiling like your cheeks might split. “Never.”
His grip on you tightens just slightly, like the idea of you, in these boots and his shirt, pressed to him like this, might just undo him completely. And then he leans in—slow and deliberate—and presses a kiss right to the sweet spot beneath your jaw.
You let out a soft hum, eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his mouth sends a ripple of heat down your spine.
“Tommy…” you murmur, one hand sliding up his chest, fingers brushing the curve of his neck.
He hums against your skin, not moving, just resting his mouth there for another second like he’s memorizing the shape of you. “Mm?”
“You keep kissin’ me like that and I’m gonna forget we have pancakes to finish.”
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his lips curved into a smug little grin. “Baby, if I’m lucky, I’ll have you forget everything else today but me.”
You’re still wrapped in his arms, his lips against the sensitive spot on your neck, when his voice dips lower, warm, rough, that familiar, dangerous softness that makes your knees a little weak.
“We’ve got a lot planned today, unfortunately…” he murmurs, fingers skating along the hem of his shirt that barely covers you, “but if you ask me twice… we’re droppin’ all of it.”
You blink up at him, breath catching.
“I’ll keep you right here,” he goes on, gaze molten, “in this kitchen, in those boots with my name stitched in ‘em… keepin’ you all to myself.”
Your stomach flips. Your whole body burns. And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing.
He leans in like he might kiss you again—but stops just short, lips hovering.
“Go on,” he murmurs, the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Say it twice.”
You inhale like you might—and then you step back, smirking right back. “You are evil.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs your plate and refills your coffee. “Just givin’ you options, birthday girl.”
“Okay,” you say, clapping your hands once and trying to ignore how shaky it feels, “what’s on the agenda, cowboy?”
Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly amused at your attempt to shift gears. “We back to business now?”
“If I don’t move us along, we’re never making it outta this house,” you mutter, grabbing your coffee and sipping like you haven’t just been one word away from canceling your entire birthday schedule for a reroute to poundtown central.
He chuckles low, licking syrup off his thumb again just to mess with you. “Well, ma’am,” he says, slipping into that teasing drawl, “We're already behind schedule so you might want to take a quick shower 'cause we got a whole day of spoilin’ you planned"
You cross your arms, trying not to smile. “Spoiling, huh?”
“Yup.” He walks past you with a pat to your hip, completely unbothered. “Wear somethin’ cute. You’re gonna wanna take pictures.”
The weather is the perfect kind of sunny—not sweltering, just warm enough to kiss your skin, with a breeze that plays in your hair as you step out into it. The kind of morning that feels like it was made for you.
Tommy’s already waiting by the truck, sunglasses pushed up on his head, that easy grin tugging at his lips. He opens your door for you like a gentleman, but his hand doesn’t leave the small of your back until you’re seated, buckled, and blushing.
He drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles into your skin.
He takes you to a little downtown strip—brick sidewalks, ivy-covered lampposts, locals setting out chairs for brunch service. There’s a bookstore on the corner with a crooked sign and a bell on the door, and the moment you walk in, you feel it: this is the kind of birthday that feels like home.
Your arms are locked as you wander past shelves of cracked spines and well-loved covers. Tommy trails his fingers down the rows like he’s pretending to browse, but really, he’s just watching you—how your face lights up when you find an old copy of a favorite, how you flip it open to smell the pages without even realizing.
“Get it,” he says before you can put it back. “Birthday rule.”
“What birthday rule?”
“The one I just made up. If you touch it and smile, it’s yours.”
That candle that smells like vanilla woods that makes you close your eyes and hum? He buys it. The little necklace with the tiny star pendant you keep circling back to? Already bagged and paid for before you even say a word.
“Tommy, I don’t need all this.”
“You don’t,” he agrees, slinging an arm around your shoulder, “but you deserve all of this"
From there on it's all kinds of shops, a boutique with sundresses that he insists on helping you pick out, whistling low when you hold one up to your frame. He carries every bag, every single little wrapped trinket, and refuses to let you even think about checking a price tag.
“Tommy,” you say, laughing, “you’re gonna go broke.”
He shrugs. “Worth it.”
By the time you stop for lunch—open patio, iced drinks, your favorite sandwich—you’ve walked miles but barely noticed. Your legs ache a little, your face is sun-warmed and flushed, but you feel full. Not just from the food. From him. From this.
And when he leans over the table, brushing a crumb from your lip and saying, “You havin’ a good day, baby?”—you don’t even have to think.
While you wait for the waitress to come back with dessert and the check, you sink a little deeper into your chair, stretching your legs out under the table with a quiet sigh. The late afternoon sun is warm on your skin, lazy and golden, wrapping around you like a blanket. The day’s been long in the best way—your arms full of little shopping bags, your heart even fuller.
You tilt your face toward the sky, basking in the light, then slowly turn your head to the side, peering at Tommy over the rim of your sunglasses.
He’s half-reclined in his seat, arms crossed, watching people pass by on the sidewalk—but you know that relaxed posture. It’s an illusion. He’s still watching you.
You take him in—scruffy jaw, sun-touched skin, those damn forearms resting just right—and you smile. Then softly, like it’s been sitting on your chest for hours, you say, “You don’t need to keep buying me things, Tommy. Really.”
He blinks once, like you’ve pulled him out of a pleasant dream.
“Hm?” His head tilts toward you.
Your voice is soft, honest, and you place your hand gently over his on the table—warm skin against warm skin, the buzz of the café fading around you.
“I don’t want you to spend all your money on me,” you add, giving his hand a little squeeze. “You give me so much already.”
His thumb stills under yours.
For a second, he just looks at you—those steady brown eyes searching your face, reading the sincerity there like it’s written in bold. His expression softens, that crooked smirk of his fading into something quieter, more serious.
“I know I don’t have to,” he says finally, voice low. “That’s not why I do it.”
He flips his hand over so he can lace his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb along the inside of your wrist.
“You never ask for a damn thing, baby. Never have. And I know you’d still be sittin’ here smiling at me even if all I gave you was a cup of gas station coffee and a damn paper hat.” He chuckles at that, eyes crinkling. “But I like doin’ this for you. Gettin’ you things. Seein’ your face light up when I get it right.”
You look down at your joined hands, thumb tracing his knuckles.
“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to earn my love,” you whisper.
He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles, gentle and sure.
“I’m not tryna buy your love—I already got it. But cause of that, it makes me want to give you everything.”
Your heart squeezes in your chest and he offers a small smile, tilting his head. “But if you ever say stop, I stop. You know that.”
You nod, a little overwhelmed, a little breathless.
And for a second, the day pauses. Just him, you, sun-warmed hands
Later, when you finally get back home, Tommy carries the heavier boxes inside like they weigh nothing and then disappears straight into the bathroom meanwhile you put away all the boxes and bags, filling your shared wardrobe with all the clothes you got, smoothing fabric, arranging shoes, smiling softly at the memory of each store, each comment he made, each look he gave you that made you feel like the only person on the planet.
Once you're done you walk into the bathroom to see him sitting at the edge of the tub watching it fill up.
The bathroom door is cracked open, soft light spilling through.
You push it gently and peek in.
He’s sitting on the edge of the tub, elbows on his knees, watching the water fill with the same focus he gives everything he cares about. The tub is already half full, bubbles foaming on the surface, steam rising in slow curls. Candles flicker on the counter—your favorites, the soft vanilla one, the clean linen scent he always says reminds him of you.
He looks up when he hears you and smiles like he’s been waiting.
“All done?” he asks, voice low, lazy.
You nod, leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve really planned this whole day out, huh?”
“‘Course I did.” He pats the spot next to him. “Come sit.”
You do, tucking your legs under you on the cool tile. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, listening to the water trickle in, bubbles popping gently at the edges.
“You spoil me, you know,” you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder.
Tommy kisses the crown of your head and wraps an arm around you, holding you there.
“Good,” he whispers. “That was the plan.”
“Get in with me?” you ask, voice soft, almost shy even after everything—the gifts, the kisses, the way he’s looked at you all day like you hung the damn moon.
Tommy lifts his eyes to meet yours, and there’s no hesitation—just a warm smile, gentle and sure.
“Yeah, baby. ‘Course I will.”
He stands, fingers gripping the hem of his shirt, and pulls it off with one fluid motion. You can’t help the way your eyes trace the lines of him. His broad chest, tan skin, his muscles. He unbuttons his jeans next, sliding them off along with everything else, slow and easy.
He steps into the water first, settling into the tub with a contented sigh. Then he holds out a hand to you, palm open, eyes soft.
“C’mere, birthday girl.”
You let him help you in, one careful step at a time, the water hot and perfect, your skin already tingling from the warmth—and maybe from the way he watches you like you’re something sacred.
Once you’re in, he guides you between his legs, your back pressing to his chest, his arms wrapping around your middle like he has to keep you close.
You sink into him with a quiet sigh, your head resting against his shoulder, water sloshing gently around you both.
“Best part of the day,” he murmurs against your temple.
His fingers start tracing idle patterns on your stomach, your arms, soft touches like he’s painting you with affection.
You smile, eyes closed, letting yourself be completely held. “You said that after pancakes.”
“Okay, best new part.”
You giggle, body melting against his, and he kisses your cheek, your jaw, the side of your neck, your shoulder.
He doesn’t rush it. Doesn’t try to make it anything more than this quiet intimacy. Just two bodies in warm water, limbs tangled, hearts full.
You’re quiet for a while, letting your body relax completely against his, lulled by the soft lap of water and the slow rhythm of his breathing.
Then you feel it—his fingers gently gathering your wet hair, brushing it back over your shoulder. He reaches for the shampoo with one hand, the other still holding you close.
“Lemme me wash you baby”
You hum in approval, eyes closed, and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access.
He lathers the shampoo into your hair with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, strong fingers massaging your scalp, slow and unhurried. His thumbs stroke just behind your ears, down the nape of your neck. You melt, a low sigh slipping past your lips as your shoulders sink lower into the water.
“You’re gonna put me to sleep,” you mumble.
“Nah,” he says, rinsing carefully, cupping water over your head with one hand. “Still got plans for you.”
You giggle, blinking up at him lazily. “More plans, huh?”
“You’re damn right.” He sets the bottle down, hands sliding over your arms under the water, thumbs stroking slow circles over your skin. “But first I gotta get my girl squeaky clean.”
You shift, turning around in the water slowly—knee brushing his, water sloshing quietly—until you’re straddling his lap, arms resting on his shoulders.
His hands settle at your waist without hesitation, and his eyes darken just a little when you lean in close. You cradle his face in your hands and kiss him.
Soft at first, then it grows slightly hungrier.
Then he smiles against your mouth. “You tryin’ to distract me from washin’ your back?”
You pull away just enough to smirk. “Is it working?”
He chuckles, fingers tightening just a bit at your hips. “Keep kissin’ me like that, and I swear, I’m not lettin’ you outta this tub.”
“Maybe that’s the plan,” you whisper, lips brushing down his jaw.
He groans softly, tilting his head back like he’s surrendering already.
You kiss him again, slower this time—mouth pressing firm against his, hands sliding down his chest, and you feel it the second his grip tightens at your waist. His breath hitches, lips parting just barely as you deepen it, your body shifting just enough in his lap to make the water ripple around you both.
“Mm-mm,” he murmurs against your lips, voice thick and low, “you are tryin’ to distract me.”
“You’re not exactly resisting,” you breathe, trailing your fingers down his neck, along his chest, under the water. His skin is warm and slick beneath your touch, and he swallows hard when your nails drag ever so lightly over his ribs.
“Can you blame me?” he rasps, eyes half-lidded as he watches you. “You, in my lap, in my boots this mornin’… you’re lucky we even made it outta the damn house.”
You giggle, fingers now resting just above his hipbones. “You’re lucky I let you finish the pancakes.”
He laughs, head falling back against the edge of the tub for a second before you lean in and kiss the hollow of his throat. Slowly. Purposefully. You feel him exhale hard through his nose, hands gliding up your back, under your arms, holding you close against him.
And just when he starts to pull you back in for another kiss—
You pull away.
His brows lift, breath caught. “Oh? What’s this now?”
“Your turn,” you smirk, reaching for the body wash. “Birthday girl gets to return the favor.”
Tommy groans dramatically but doesn’t move, sitting back with a hand over his heart. “Now I know I’m dreamin’.”
You lather your hands and start running them over his chest, deliberately slow, watching the way his muscles tense, the way he watches you. His lashes are low, jaw tight, but he lets you guide the moment—quiet, trusting, completely in your hands.
You wash his chest, his shoulders, even tilt his head to the side to kiss under his ear when he lets out a little hum of satisfaction.
“Relax,” you whisper.
“I am,” he says, smiling lazily. “Don’t stop.”
You rinse him off gently, kissing his temple before leaning back with a sigh, the both of you warm and drowsy in the water now, steam curling around your skin.
Tommy could stay in this tub with you for the rest of his life but unfortunately he had one last trick up his sleeve. He cursed himself in his mind for the dinner reservation.
“What time is it?”
You glance over at the fogged-up clock on the wall and squint to read properly.
“8:23,” you say.
His brows lift. “Shit.”
You tilt your head, resting your chin on his chest and glancing up at him from under damp lashes. Tommy exhales and runs a hand through his damp hair, water dripping down his neck.
He doesn’t answer right away—just stares at the clock like it personally offended him.
“Tommy,” you say, slower this time, “why ‘shit’?”
He blinks, like he’d almost forgotten where he was, eyes snapping back to yours. Then he sighs—long, theatrical—and lets his head fall back against the tub’s edge with a thump.
“Because,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face dramatically, “I made a reservation for nine. And I knew if I got in this tub with you, we were never gonna get out on time.”
You smile slow, teasing, tilting your head a little. “Then why’d you get in?”
He lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes again, the corner of his mouth tugging up.
“Because you asked me to.”
His hand slides up your back, fingers curling in your damp hair. “And I’d get in a thousand more times if you asked like that again.”
Then, with another sigh—one that sounds like he’s trying very hard to convince himself—he murmurs,
“All right. We gotta wrap this up or we won’t make it on time”
You groan dramatically, still not moving. “I just melted into you.”
“Yeah, and I’ll put you right back here after dinner,” he says, already nudging you gently. “But if we don’t leave now, we’ll miss the one thing I’ve been lookin’ forward to all week.”
That catches your attention. You lift your head again, narrowing your eyes. “What is it?”
He just smirks. “Go get dressed, birthday girl. I’ll tell you when we get there.”
Tommy’s standing in the bedroom, already dressed—of course he is—rolling up the sleeves of his button-down, the fabric stretched perfectly over his arms. You’re perched on the bathroom stool with a towel wrapped around your shoulders, legs crossed, a half-full glass of wine in hand as you try to wrestle a brush through your wet hair.
It’s not going well.
You tug gently at a particularly stubborn knot near the nape of your neck and sigh dramatically. “God, why do I have so much hair?”
Tommy appears in the doorway, glancing over. “Want me to do it for you, doll?”
You turn, arching a skeptical brow at him. “Are you sure you can do it?”
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking. “I’ve seen you do this a million times. I’m sure I can handle it.”
You hand him the brush slowly, like it’s a sacred object. “Alright, cowboy. Good luck.”
At first, it’s sweet. He stands behind you, brushing gently, trying his best to mimic what he’s seen you do. But five minutes in, he’s muttering under his breath, the blow dryer in one hand and the brush caught in a mess of damp curls in the other.
“Okay wait—how do you hold both at the same time? I don’t get it”
You giggle, sipping your wine as you give him yet another demo. “Brush from the bottom, then work up. And use the nozzle, not the actual body of the dryer—no, babe, like this.”
Tommy grumbles, but listens. Tries again. This time, a little more confident.
After a while, he starts getting the hang of it. You tilt your head back slightly, smiling into the mirror as the warm air flows through your hair, his hands focused and steady now.
“Good job, baby,” you say, voice a little soft, a little smug. “You’re doing amazing.”
You take another sip of wine just as his eyes flick up in the mirror—catching your expression, the praise soaking in.
And he blushes. Just the faintest red blooming across his cheeks.
You smirk into the glass. “Aww. That did something to you, huh? You like me calling you a good boy”
He clears his throat, but doesn’t deny it. “Keep talkin’ like that and we’re not makin’ that reservation.”
You bite your lip, grinning. “I thought nothing was gonna stop us from this one last thing?”
Once your hair is done—finally smooth, shiny, and out of your face thanks to Tommy’s determined and slightly chaotic effort, he reaches for your necklace and fastens it gently behind your neck, fingers brushing your skin, careful and tender like he’s handling glass.
You smile, lips curled around a quiet thank you, and then slip into one of the dresses he bought for you earlier that day — soft fabric, perfect fit, something you’d eyed in the shop window but never would’ve picked for yourself.
He helps you zip it up from behind, his hands warm as they run up your spine. You feel the cool slide of the zipper, then the pause as he shifts your hair over one shoulder.
His lips press to the back of your neck, soft and deliberate, and you feel your jaw clench instinctively, a slow pulse building somewhere low and dangerous.
He lingers there. Kisses you once more, just a little lower.
“Tommy,” you warn, voice breathy, “we’ve got less than ten minutes to get there.”
You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes narrowed.
“You better not start something you can’t finish.”
He chuckles low, and it rumbles right against your back. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, eyes darkening as he meets your gaze, “I absolutely plan to finish it.”
You swallow, heat rising to your face, but you hold your ground—barely.
“Later,” you mutter, observing his reflection in the large mirror.
He steps back, smirking. “We will get back to this.”
Tommy wraps an arm around your waist as you walk through the doors, murmuring something about “your table” and how it’s “in the back, real private,” and you nod, expecting a quiet, intimate dinner for two.
But the second you step past the hostess stand and into the dining room—
“SURPRISE!”
You freeze. Blink.
There’s a long table tucked near the back wall, candlelit and overflowing with people—friends, cousins, familiar faces you didn’t think were even in town. Some you haven’t seen in months.
You let out a breathless little scream, one hand flying to your mouth, the other gripping Tommy’s forearm like a lifeline.
He chuckles softly beside you. “You like it?”
You turn to him, wide-eyed, stunned. “You did this?”
“I made a few calls.”
You laugh, then launch yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He catches you easily, warm and steady.
“Thank you,” you whisper into his neck. “Thank you, thank you. Thank you.”
He pulls back just enough to kiss your cheek. “Anything for you, baby.”
Dinner is perfect. Laughter echoing off the walls. Shared bites. Toasts raised. One of your friends starts a birthday chant. You roll your eyes and blush and still let them sing. Tommy’s hand is on your thigh for most of the meal—firm and grounding—and every time you look over at him, he’s already watching you, eyes soft, lips pulled into a little smile like he can’t believe he gets to love you out loud in front of everyone.
There are so many photos—you with each friend, the group together, you and Tommy cheek to cheek. Someone gets one of him kissing your temple while you laugh, wine glass tilted, eyes squinting from the grin. It ends up being your favorite of the night. It definitely ends up being your phone screen by the next day.
By the time you get home, you’re stuffed, glowing, and emotionally wrung out in the best way. You toss your clutch somewhere near the nightstand, flop back on the bed with a long, satisfied sigh, your arms flung over your head.
“God,” you mumble. “I am so full and so tired”
Tommy sits at the edge of the bed and gently begins unbuckling your heels.
You glance at him, hair a little messy now, cheeks still pink from the wine, and your voice softens.
“Do I tell you that I love you enough times?” you ask. “Because what you did today? It was out of this world, Tommy.”
He looks at you, holding your ankle gently in one hand, then leans forward, presses a kiss to the inside of your knee.
“You tell me all the time,” he murmurs. “But I still like hearin’ it.”
You grin, dreamy. “Well. I love you. A lot. I would cry right now but I’m too full of ravioli.”
He laughs, deep and low, slipping off the second heel. Then, without warning, he crawls up the bed over you, hands braced on either side of your hips, eyes darkening as he hovers just above you.
His voice drops low, soft with promise. “Now… where were we?”
“Well we were in the tub, kissing, hugging, loads of teasing” you say, lips curving into a smile.
He kisses you slow, like he’s savoring the first quiet breath after a day full of motion—then pulls back just enough to hover over you, one hand brushing the hair from your face as his thumb traces along your cheekbone.
“Now I’ve got you all to myself,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, just for you. “No more plans. No more runnin’ around.”
He leans in closer, presses a kiss to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
“Just you,” he whispers. “My special girl.”
Your chest flutters at the way he says it—like a secret, like a prayer. You slide your hands up his arms, slow and lazy, smiling up at him, completely warm, completely his.
All day he’s been showing you his love in gifts, in pancakes, in friends secretly gathered, in making sure you were seen. But now, it’s in the way his lips brush your skin like you’re something holy. Now it’s in the way his voice drops when he murmurs your name. Now it’s in the way he undresses you not like a man trying to get what he wants—but like one unwrapping a treasure that’s already his.
He takes his time, worships every inch. Fingers skimming, lips trailing, body moving slow against yours like he has nowhere else to be. The wine warmth of the day sinks deeper into your bones with every sigh and every kiss.
“Been thinkin’ about this all night,” he confesses as he kisses down your body. “You… in that dress. All done up and laughin’ with your friends, lookin’ at me like you knew I was gonna ruin you later.”
You giggle, breath catching as he slides back up, hovering over you, his nose brushing yours.
“You gonna ruin me, cowboy?” you whisper.
His smile curves, dark and sweet. “Damn right I am.”
He spreads your legs and glances up at you before he dives in.
Your whole body shudders when his tongue presses against your clit.
Your head falls back against the pillows, a moan slipping out, raw and helpless.
He glances up at you, eyes dark and so full of hunger, his hands tightening on your hips to hold you right where he wants you.
“God, you’re delicious,” he rasps, voice low and ragged. “Sweeter than my pancakes, baby.”
You whimper, thighs twitching around him, but he doesn’t stop, it's like he’s savoring every sound you make, every roll of your hips, every breathy plea.
He brings two fingers to your entrance and begins to thrust them ever so slowly while he's busy giving your clit sloppy kisses. You whimper, breath catching in your throat, and your fingers slip instinctively into his hair—his messy, damp, curled-up mane, you need to touch him, to ground yourself.
He groans low at the contact, like your touch alone is enough to spur him on. His hands grip tighter at your thighs, anchoring you to him, his mouth working with such focused hunger it makes your toes curl.
“Tommy,” you breathe—half a moan, half a plea.
His only answer is a deeper sound, something low and satisfied, possessive, like he’s right where he wants to be and he’s not going anywhere until you fall apart beneath him.
And when you do, trembling, shivering, gasping his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever known—he doesn’t stop right away. Just eases you down gently, drawing out every little aftershock, until you're limp against the pillows, boneless and dazed.
Once he's got you stretched out and ready for him, he positions himself and brings your legs to his shoulders. You feel it before it's even inside you. He enters slowly before thrusting completely, and your hips lift off the mattress. His grip on your hips tightens as his thrusts become repetitive, and he lowers himself until his face is inches away from yours. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he mutters against your skin, voice rough like gravel and honey.
“You feel like a dream, baby,” he groans as his rhythm fastens and his thrusts become deeper. “You’re mine, you know that?”
You nod, completely dazed and breathless as you dig your nails into his back. "I'm all you—yours Tommy."
“Say it,” he pants, lips trailing up your throat in between groans. “Tell me who’s makin’ you feel this good.”
"You Tommy" You moan, soft and broken, panting against his shoulder as your body trembles. His thrusts become deeper and rougher as you repeat his name, your voice becoming shakier every second that passes. He feels you tighten around him and gives a final thrust, coming undone at the same time as you. His forehead rests against your chest as he recovers his breath.
The sheets are warm, tangled around your legs, and the only light left in the room is the soft golden spill of the lamp on his nightstand. Your body’s still humming—lazy and sated, every inch of you touched and loved on until you melted right into the mattress.
Tommy’s lying on his side beside you, one hand tracing slow, absent-minded circles on your back, the other tucked beneath his head. His chest rises and falls steady and deep, and every now and then, he kisses the top of your head like he needs the contact to keep himself grounded.
“I love you,” he says against your hair. “So much.”
And you smile, slow and sleepy, murmuring back, “I know. You showed me all day.”
He smiles, thumb brushing your cheek again. “You deserve more than one kind of spoilin’, baby.”
You press your nose to his body, inhaling him like oxygen. “Remind me to return the favor on your birthday.”
He laughs—low, sinful. “Oh, sweetheart. You absolutely will.”
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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | booty calling spider-man :)
PETER PARKER doesn't understand why he keeps letting you do this to him. Over and over again you tell him friendship is all you want, yet at the late hours of the night— since you know he's already up— you ask if he can afford a break. Like an idiot, he swings by. Doesn't even get the chance to take off the suit before you're shoving him down into a seat, straddling him to rub yourself all over his bulge.
"Hey, easy," he tells you, "you're gonna leave a wet spot." To protest you, his gloved hands cup the plush flesh of your backside, lifting you over him. That spider-strength has you weak in the knees, eagerly latching onto his neck over the cloth. A gasp emits from him as he maneuvers his erection from the confines of his suit and you mouth at his pulse point.
"Want- you, Spider. Need you." At the invoke of that nickname, he lulls his head back and you bite onto him in your enthusiasm. A delicious and low groan pours from his throat, from both the sensation and anticipation of being inside you again. Obediently, he lowers you, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock until he feels a give. You suck in a breath to feel that stretch, no one stretches you like Peter does.
"Fuck," he drags out the word, slowly reintroducing you to his every inch. Impatiently, you push down, as if you could ever hope to overpower him. The man has lifted buses. "Wait a second, baby, wait," His fingers dig into your skin, warning you that you're going too quick for your sake.
"I can't wait any longer, you took so long getting here," you whine, burying your nose into the crook of his shoulder. You can smell his sweat through it, the musk of recent exercise, prowling the streets of Manhattan looking for trouble. "Just fuck me already?"
Pete can't believe this is working on him. Yet again bowing to your whims because he's that desperate for your attention, that desperate for your touch. He can't lie, your impetuous begging for him and his dick strokes more than his ego, length twitching while half-seated inside you. "You want it that bad?" his tone betrays his hope.
"Yes! Yes, please, Pete," With your plea, your grip on him inflects with your syllables, rutting your body against him for any kind of friction, while his halt remains infallible. No matter how you wiggle, he won't let you sink further. At first it was to keep you from hurting yourself, now it's because he likes hearing your bargain for him. Those addicting lips glide up to his ear, and he can feel your breath on the shell of it through his mask. "Need my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"You're gonna pull that card? Seriously?" his indignant question is adversely punctuated with a buck up into you and you cry out. It got you fucking wet. It spurs him on, working himself up to a steady pace as he fucks you. He can hear the sounds of the city through the open window, if sirens flew by right now he's not sure he'd have the strength to leave you.
Putty in his hands, your body acts as fluid as he uses it, and you're so grateful you reached out to him. Fucking a superhero is thrilling enough, but fucking Spider-Man has a perk you can't pass up. That spider bite may have gifted an extra couple inches to his cock, but you're more interested in his power to fuck you like a sex toy. Along for the ride, you bounce on him because he's moving you. Like you're nothing. Out of instinct, your lips clumsily find his on the cloth as you brush noses. Your tongue peeks out, the felt drying the tip and his lips shift under your touch.
Breathless and amused, he asks, "Are you trying to french me through the mask again?"
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When Caleb misses you, his entire world remains revolved around your presence.
The Colonel confines in his office as often as he's able to get away with. The door is locked tight, a barrier between Caleb and the rest of the world.
"What?" A knock on the door, no matter who's on the other side, irritates him. He was moody when he was at work. But usually, he knows he's coming home to you by the end of the day. Your absence makes his workdays even harder.
"Sir, you're needed." Caleb's subordinates wouldn't interrupt his alone time unless it necessary. He views any disturbance as another toe out of line.
"Is someone dead or dying?"
"... No?"
"Then handle it yourself. Leave me be."
Slideshows of your smiling face flicker across Caleb's screen. He couldn't walk away right now, even if he wanted to. An invisible gravitational force, one he has become well acquainted with, prevents him from tearing his eyes away.
Caleb messages you nonstop while you're away. He's so bad about it that he knows you mute his notifications whenever you're busy. It's hard not to get distracted when the walls of texts he sends keep buzzing your phone.
I got a paper cut today at work
Now you can't say I hide injuries from you :p
He continues to message you anyways. At least you'll check them eventually, even if it will take many long, slow hours. He'll check his phone often, waiting to see his delivered message change to read.
Will I be lucky enough to get a video call tonight?
You'll be able to check out the wound yourself
I know you're really busy. But I hope you've been able to have a bit of fun in your spare time.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do though ;)
It's getting late. I'll stop spamming you for now. Sweet dreams ♡
Miss me as much as I miss you.
Caleb doesn't go to bed anytime soon after he bids you goodnight. He lays awake, his phone illuminating his exhausted, sunken expression. Through his earbuds plays an audio loop.
A short, three second clip of your sweet giggles. It replays automatically. He never gets tired of listening to the same sound over and over again. Your laughter washes over him, reminding him why he keeps fighting.
"I'm back!" Pushing open the front door to your house, you're first greeted by a mound of wrapped gifts. There was a neat pile in the middle of the living room. Every gift is tied together with colored, delicate ribbons.
Before you can get a longer look, your vision is blocked by a sturdy chest. His arms guide you into a warm, familiar embrace. You're trapped now. With no hope of getting away from him anytime soon.
"Welcome home." Caleb's soft cheek, freshly shaven in preparation of your arrival, nuzzles the top of your head. Just like that, the pieces settle back into place. That aching tightness in his lungs relaxes, giving him a moment to breathe in your presence.
It takes a while for Caleb to find the strength to let go of you. Now that you were standing here whole, well, unharmed, he wanted to close any semblance of distance between you.
"I wanted you to have lots of things to smile about when you came back." Caleb keeps you settled in his lap when you start opening your gifts. Chin resting on your shoulder, he studies every micro expression decorating your face.
It doesn't make up for your time apart. But he has you now. He's the one responsible for your joy after a tiring trip away from home.
"I finally have a reason to smile too."
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What do you need to hear right now? | PAC
''Every hope deserves to sparkle in the sky.'' I created this reading with the purpose of giving you hope. What do you need to hear right now? Maybe this reading will give you the answer you are looking for. Clear your mind, focus on the question, and choose an image.
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They say if you keep a green branch in your heart, singing birds will come. I know that for a long time, you kept that green branch alive within you with a deep and meaningful hope. And what if I told you that all your faith, your efforts, and the tears you left behind were not in vain would you believe me?
Maybe you'll tell me about your losses, how much you left behind, how deeply it hurt, and even how you lost yourself entirely along the way. These are not things to be taken lightly. I know that. This is a vast world, and it's so easy to get lost in it. You may feel like a failure, but right here, right now, I ask you to believe in me. Believe in me but more than that, believe in the hope that lives inside of you. The singing bird is looking for you, because that bird finds its joy in you and in your heart. It belongs to you. Your dream is already yours.
We can say that almost everything in this life is a reflection of ourselves. Maybe the people around you have implied that you're small, insufficient, wrong, or even without purpose. But what do you say to yourself? Have you ever told yourself that you are right, that you are enough, and that maybe -just maybe - you are a part of this world and of its beauty? Have you ever told yourself that you belong here, or that if you don’t, you will create your own place?
I want you to look at all your failures and pains..did they defeat you? There is a path in this world written uniquely and only for you. And the owner of this path, this one of a kind journey, is you which is equally unique.
Look at yourself! All your wounds, the appearance you may struggle to accept, and the identity that makes you you.. can you think of anything else in this world that feels more like home than that? Some of you might not accept this. You might say your sense of self feels foreign and that you want to escape it. But I want you to go deeper. Feel the warmth of your heart , there is nothing more hopeful than your existence, because you are the one who brings this world into being.
I want you to thank your body and everything that makes you you. They are the ones who gifted you this experience.
Not everyone in this world has the strength to listen to their heart and stay true to it. But you did. And now you're being called to do even more. You’re being called to see your own strength. You’re being called to let the buds of hope within you bloom again. Because more than anything, the angels and the universe believe in you. Because you were created for this and in this very moment, in this very place, you are here for this.
Have you ever wondered why your dreams and the things that make your heart beat feel so aligned with you? It’s because you were created from beauty. And whatever draws you in ,you are that too.
You might say you haven’t reached some of your dreams, that they seem impossible. But maybe some things are unreachable simply to reveal our own beauty to us. Because if the stars were within reach, would you still look at them with the same longing? I don’t think so. Those stars shine from afar, and they reflect you. They shine thanks to you and for you. Don’t resent their distance because you already possess the most precious thing of all. And that thing is closer than anything else.
Be grateful for your body, your identity, your voice, and everything you have. I want you to see life as a laugh. A melodic laugh in harmony with who you are. Maybe it’s time to laugh at everything that ever hurt you not because you belittle it, but because it no longer has the power to touch you. Because you attract what you are. And those old pains no longer define you.
There is a magic within you that belongs only to you. And now it’s time to find it.
What is your dream? First, I want you to dream it. Then, I want you to have the courage to make it real.
Pile 2
“All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.”
I have beautiful news for you: you are attracting all that is beautiful. I can see that you’re in a transitional phase right now. Your heart and upper chakras are aligning with light, and your heart is filling with love. During this time, your mind and heart will come into alignment, and your life will begin to flow in harmony. All that was broken, shattered, and scattered will fade away, and everything that is meant to be will fall into place.
You may have been broken, your heart and life may have gone through a painful loss. Your soul has been tested, and all of this was preparing you for a new chapter. Now is the time for joy, and you are being called to feel that joy. You’re leaving the past behind and stepping into a brand new life. This is your time to shine.
The Divine never left you. It was always there, loving and embracing you. What you went through was never a punishment or a sign of abandonment. No. It loves you deeply and always will. It only wanted you to learn what true happiness is, and what genuine joy feels like. Without those past experiences, could you truly grasp their value?
You are being called to hear and see inspiration ,first within yourself, and then in everything that exists in this world.
Tell a joke, smile at a child, dance a little, maybe even sing. What inspires you? Let it all out. Look at life again through the eyes of a child. Stay mature, but don’t be afraid to have fun.
Why do you imprison yourself in a scripted body? Don’t let your past or the image of who you think you’re supposed to be lock you in. Why are you hiding your emotions? Embrace them with love.
Believe,right here, right now,that everything will be okay. You need to believe it. And give yourself time to rejoice. Has that violin you’ve been longing to play been waiting for you? Pick it up and play. Have you been postponing a meeting with friends? Say yes to them, don’t hesitate and even go out alone to a café if you like. You need to relearn how to enjoy life, because I know you forgot in the midst of all the struggles. Take off that mask of seriousness and smile.
You might not realize it, but even a small smile makes a big difference. People feel it and they are drawn to your light. And most importantly, you start to notice what you’ve been missing. But no, you haven’t missed anything ,you’re simply stepping into a new chapter of life and seeing things with fresh eyes.
You are being called to open yourself to the life the universe wants to give you. Perhaps this is a time to release expectations, see the positive, and accept what is offered to you.
Trust that justice will be served and that everything you deserve will find its way to you. Create beauty and seek it. Stay in the light.
This is your time to shine. Accept it.
Pile 3
There are moments in life when you feel a sense of déjà vu as if you've experienced that place, those emotions, or that person before and you know a new opportunity to dance has arrived. Yet, because the mysterious fragility of life is being highlighted, a certain melancholy or lingering thought also arises. Sometimes you may forget your humanity, your truest desires, because you've become too materialistic and calculative. You're constantly striving, always doing something. This chase and all that you've been exposed to have alerted you so much that you've forgotten your heart.
Now is the time to align with your playful and creative self with your drive for collaboration to seek harmony, beauty, purpose, and meaning. You are being invited to do exactly that, right now.
This is not the time to be materialistic, fake, or selfish. That is not who you are and now it's time to see what's real. You’ve just forgotten yourself for a while in the chaos of life. Feel your soul again, and see the truth.
People and experiences have hurt you, but what did you do? You accepted them. Learn from them, forgive, and let go. I hear the voices of many. Maybe you don't receive enough support from your family. Maybe you've been exposed to the lies of those you thought loved you. Maybe you feel alone. Maybe your dreams feel out of reach. Maybe you're struggling financially. Maybe you carry a heart longing for love. No matter who you are or where you are, you are being called to freedom.
Don’t let all of this harden you or make you cruel. Where love lives, falseness cannot survive.
Let go of everything you believed in all your fixed patterns. This will make you so free and wise! You will understand that fear is nothing but a waste of time. And by allowing this courage to guide you, you will have already stepped onto the right path.
This can be anything ;your assumed identity, your entire world, your very self… let it all fall apart. That is how you will find what truly makes you you. Allow the feeling of déjà vu to embrace you.
You are one step away from the transformation of your life, and the only obstacle standing in front of that single step is you. Can you imagine a new world? One vastly different from the one before, something never experienced. A world that feels like you've stepped into a parallel universe. A world where the rain no longer falls as it used to, and perhaps the fire no longer burns. It might be hard to imagine, but taking that one step will be enough to begin experiencing this new reality.
Every new piece of knowledge opens a new door. And every false belief that falls away prepares you for a new world. Breathe, release the tension, and allow yourself to be carried by the current.
And now you are ready to step into your new world where everything made of stars and you shine.
Thank you so much for reading ~
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What inner power have you been ignoring?
Hello my dear readers. In this reading, I want to help you reconnect with the inner strength that you might have forgotten, so that you can honor it and let it guide you once again. 🗡️
Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t.🍃
Take a deep breath and choose your pile. Don't overthink, the first one that catches your eye is this one.
Pick a pile:



Pile 1 - 🪷
Pile 2 - 🌳
Pile 3 - 🪽
Pile 🪷:
3 of Cups, King of Cups, The Fool, Wheel of Fortune & Ace of Cups
Hello my dear pile number 1!
I must start by saying that the energy of this pile is truly radiant! ✨ I have to tell you the inner power you’ve been ignoring truly deserves to be embraced. The 3 of Cups shows me that you have a beautiful gift, the ability to share joy with others, with friends, family, or simply through meaningful connections. You feel like a healer to people. This is such a lovely and warm energy of togetherness. But in some way, you’ve stepped away from it. Perhaps because at some point you felt misunderstood by someone. The King of Cups suggests that maybe, one day, someone made you feel like you were “too much.” And since then, you’ve been trying to keep emotional balance, holding yourself together so carefully that you might have hidden your lighter, more joyful side out of fear of vulnerability or feeling exposed. Please, Pile 1 don’t hold yourself back. You have so much to offer this world, and the world is ready to receive it! 💚 To reconnect with this power, The Fool invites you to let go of those fears. Allow yourself to step into the unknown with trust and curiosity. Allow yourself to feel more alive, to explore life with a fresh, open heart. Maybe with this energy I feel like creating a community. You would have loved perhaps a YouTube/TikTok our Tumblr page to connect to people with the same interests. This is a signal to be open to new experiences. 🦉 And what will change if you embrace this power? The Wheel of Fortune brings positive shifts like good luck, fresh opportunities, and the chance for new connections. I truly feel this has to do with people, because in life, we always need connection. We help others, and they help us too. (Must of the times 😅). For the final message your Higher Self, through the Ace of Cups, offers this guidance: open your heart. Allow new emotional beginnings and nurture compassion, for yourself and for others. Take what resonates with your heart, and let the rest flow away. 🌱
Pile 🌳:
4 of Wands, 7 of Swords, 9 of Wands, 10 of Cups, 6 of Pentacles (& 3 of Swords)
Hello my loves! I hope you're feeling great. Let's begin your reading.
Pile 2, the power you've been ignoring is such a beautiful energy. 🐇 The 4 of Wands shows me that your gift lies in creating harmony, joy, and a sense of belonging. Naturally, you bring people together with happiness. It’s like you’re the person your friends turn to when they’re feeling down they talk to you about their problems, and after that, they feel so much better. Honestly, Pile 2, you have such a bright and warm aura. Basically you have the ability to create spaces where others feel safe and loved. However, I see with the 7 of Swords that you’ve been ignoring this power because your trust has been betrayed. Maybe someone didn’t appreciate your light, and as a result, you built walls to protect yourself, so no one could take advantage of you again. 🧱
But to reconnect with this power, the 9 of Wands encourages you not to give up. You’ve built strength through your experiences, and even though you’ve had to protect yourself, now is the time to remember that not everyone will hurt you. 🕯️ Stay resilient, and allow yourself to try again! If you embrace this power of yours, the 10 of Cups promises true emotional fulfillment. By embracing your gift, you’ll feel surrounded by love and real connections that are worthy of your trust. 👏🏻
For the final message, your Higher Self tells me that you need to be gentle with yourself. The 6 of Pentacles, especially with the 3 of Swords at the bottom of the deck, invites you to find balance between giving and receiving. Not everyone will betray you as they did in the past, my love. You are a pure soul, worthy of true connections where love and respect coexist equally. 💚
I hope this message helps you. Stay safe pile 2! 🍀
Pile 🪽:
6 of Swords, The High Priestess, Queen of Cups, The Devil & Knight of Wands
Hello dear Pile 3! Hope this message finds you well. 🌿
So, what is your inner power, Pile 3? The 6 of Swords shows me that you carry a deep ability to move on (emotionally, physically, and mentally). Deep within, you carry the strength of someone who dares to heal. Moving forward even when it hurts, is a sign of your emotional maturity and quiet courage. That’s your magic 🪄. In simple words, it’s the energy of healing through transition. I feel like you’re trying to leave behind something (or someone) that no longer makes you feel good or supported. 🎐
But why have you been ignoring this power? The High Priestess tells me that deep down, you already know this situation isn’t serving you anymore. But you might be doubting your intuition. Please, my dear Pile 3, listen to your inner voice, she’s patiently waiting to be trusted again. Make the decision that brings you peace, not what pleases others. 🧘🏻♀️
To reconnect with this power, the Queen of Cups invites you to feel what truly belongs to you. You may be someone who easily absorbs others emotions or takes their opinions deeply to heart. But now, it’s time to care for yourself. Your emotions are valid.🪞 If you embrace this power, The Devil surprisingly speaks of empowerment. You’ll begin to notice where you’ve been giving your power away, to fear, to others expectations, to patterns that no longer align with you. And once you see that clearly, you’ll start to feel free. There’s a beautiful self-confidence rising within you, a powerful version of you waiting the confident, bold, and unapologetically authentic. And honestly? That version has always been there, just waiting for you to say ‘yes’ to yourself. ✨
For the final message from your Higher Self through the Knight of Wands tells to follow what excites you. Follow what makes you feel alive. Even if you don’t have everything figured out yet, take the first step. 🙌🏻
Take what resonates with you and leave what does not. Take care, sweet Pile 3. 🪽
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A letter from your future self
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How to choose a pile?
Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.
This is a general reading so only take what resonates and leave the rest.
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Pile 1
Dear past me,
This is me sending you a big hug through this letter. It feels like you’re always pushing, always defending what you believe in. It’s been tough, I know. But I want you to remember something important: this struggle is shaping you into someone strong and unshakeable. Each time you stand your ground, you are becoming more of who you are meant to be.
There is a quiet power within you that often gets overlooked, even by you. It’s that deep, inner knowing ,your intuition that whispers truths only you can hear. Trust it. Trust yourself. You don’t always need to shout to be powerful; sometimes, the most potent strength comes from within, from a place of stillness and certainty. Let that inner voice guide you, even when things seem uncertain or confusing.
And speaking of confusion, I know there are moments when everything feels like a blur, like you’re lost in a fog and can’t see the path ahead. Those moments are scary, but they are also where your deepest wisdom lies. Don’t fear the unknown. Dive into it. Embrace it. This journey isn’t just about reaching a destination; it’s about discovering who you are when the light is dim, and the road is unclear.
I want you to know that your fire is what makes you unique. Your passion, your creativity, and your ability to lead with courage even when you’re scared, that's your gift to the world. You don’t need to hide your light or dim it for anyone. Keep that flame burning bright, because it will guide you through the darkest nights.
Remember, I’m already here, living the life you’re dreaming of. I’ve faced the fears, the battles, and the doubts, and I’ve come out the other side stronger and more certain of who I am. And you will, too. Trust in the journey, trust in yourself, and know that you are exactly where you need to be right now. Keep going. The future is waiting, and it’s more beautiful than you can imagine.
With love and faith,
Your Future Self
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Pile 2
Dear troubled me,
I see you there, carrying so much on your shoulders, wondering if it's all going to be worth it. You've put in the work, tried so hard to make things right, and yet sometimes it feels like you're stuck in the same place, like nothing is changing. I know you're tired. I know you're feeling the weight of all the choices you've made and the dreams that haven’t turned out the way you’d hoped. But I promise you every step you’ve taken, every seed you’ve planted, is leading you somewhere important. Even when you can’t see it yet.
I know you’ve been overwhelmed. It feels like you’re doing everything alone, like no one really understands the pressure you're under. You’ve been carrying responsibilities that aren’t always yours to bear, trying to hold everything together, and sometimes, it just feels like too much. And it’s okay to admit that. It’s okay to feel like you need a break. You don’t have to do everything perfectly. You’re allowed to put down what isn’t yours and take care of yourself first.
You’ve also faced those moments of disappointment the kind that stays with you, that makes you question your choices and what you’ve lost along the way. I know it’s hard to see past what didn’t work out, to not let it define you. But what I want you to remember is that these moments are not the end of your story. They are a part of your journey, a testament to your courage to keep moving, to keep feeling, to keep believing in something more.
There will be nights when you feel like you can’t escape your thoughts, when the fears and worries seem to have no end. You are stronger than those thoughts. You are more than your darkest moments. You have the ability to change your narrative, to find your way back to peace. I know it feels heavy right now, but you have it within you to rise above it.
There is a new path waiting for you. A chance to step into something different, something that lights you up in ways you never thought possible. A fresh start where you’re no longer bound by what’s held you back, where you trust yourself enough to take that leap into the unknown. Your spirit is ready for this, even if it doesn’t feel like it yet. Trust in the adventure that’s unfolding for you. Believe in the magic of new beginnings, and know that the future you’ve been dreaming of is closer than you think.
With all the love and faith in your strength,
Your Future Self
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Pile 3
Dear Me,
I am writing to you from a time when things are clearer and lighter. I know right now, life feels like a series of choices and uncertainties. You’re standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take. But I want to remind you of something very important: trust yourself. You have a pure heart and a courageous spirit, and that's all you need to move forward.
Life is bringing you a connection that is deep and meaningful. Embrace it fully, without fear. It might not look like what you expect or come at the most convenient time, but it will fill your heart in ways you can’t imagine. This is your time to take a leap, to jump into new experiences without overthinking, without doubting. This journey might feel risky, but it will lead you to places where your soul feels alive.
Along the way, you’ll meet someone or maybe a part of yourself who is passionate, romantic, and perhaps a bit of a dreamer. They (or you) will inspire you to see the beauty in the small things again. Follow these feelings; they are your compass. But remember, not everything will be perfect. There will be moments of conflict and struggle. Sometimes, it will feel like people are challenging you or taking advantage of you. There will be a sense of loss or tension, like you've been fighting battles that wear you down.
But through these struggles, you’ll discover something powerful within yourself. You’ll learn what is truly worth fighting for and what isn’t. You'll grow wiser, stronger, and more determined. You'll start to see yourself in a new light a light that burns bright with confidence, creativity, and fire. You’ll become the person who knows her worth and doesn’t settle for less.
In the end, you’ll find a place of peace and abundance. A place where you’re comfortable in your own skin, where you feel secure and proud of what you’ve built for yourself. You’ll be surrounded by the things you love and the people who cherish you. This is the life waiting for you , a life that feels rich not just in material things but in spirit and joy.
So, dear me, be brave. Be bold. Trust the path, even when it twists and turns. Know that everything is leading you to a future where you stand strong, radiant, and fulfilled.
With love,
Your Future Self
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