#and it didn't make much difference in the end

[twilightofthesandwiches]

Man, this is such an interesting exchange, cause, like… in most stories, when a character says they'd like things to go on forever, that they want something eternal, they're pretty much setting themselves up for a very rude awakening. You know, nothing lasts forever, sometimes you have to learn how to let go, sometimes you need to move on. I mean, that's one of the core themes of Undertale.

Flowey/Asriel's whole motivation in the Pacifist Route is to make the Game go on forever, to put the ending eternally out of reach, to trap Frisk in an infinite time loop because he just can't move on from Chara's death.

Part of the narrative is that if the Player RESETs a Pacifist Route then they are no better than he was, since now they are also yanking everyone away from their Happy Ending so that we can play with them again, because we can't accept the game has Ended. The Murder Route is less focused on that whole theme but you replay it over and over again Chara will basically call you a weirdo for your obsessive clinginess to this world.

Part of Undertale's themes is the importance of an Ending to a story. A True Pacifist Player's true and final act of selflessness is to let go of their desire have things keep going for forever, to give up on Eternity… for the sake of the happiness of every other character in this world, for the sake of their Happy Ending.

On the other hand, as a Wise Dog once said…

Both Undertale and Deltarune love exploring the ways in which the world of a game is different or similar to the real world, how the perspective of a Player is so different from the perspective of an actual character living in this world and... Real Life doesn't have a clear set ending.

The Player is the only one from whom the story just ended. Everyone else just kept living their stories of friendship together, although they probably never experienced something as high-stakes as the events of 'Undertale' ever again. And... when endings do seem to come, they're not going to be as clear-cut and satisfying and clearly communicated as the Game Ending is to the Player.

…But on the other other hand, it is still true that some things in life do end and we do have to accept that. Like… you know, the most famous Ending in life… is Death.

Gerson hears Susie talk about how she wants things to go on forever, but he already decided he has no interest in Eternity himself. He knows that the Three Heroes are here to seal the Fountains that revived him, he knows that when they succeed he'd go back to being a dust-covered hammer, probably never to be revived again and… he's perfectly at peace with that. He's an old man who died from natural causes, he had a long, full and satisfying life, he already had his ending. What's happening now is some weird glorified epilogue, but he knows it will end soon. And that's fine by him, because the time for his story has ended.

He does have one major regret in life, his failure to properly support his son's writing, and he spends all of the time the Dark has given him to try and make up for it. But it's really just a matter of asking Susie to deliver his message. He doesn't try to maintain or expand the Dark World so he could make up for his mistakes or try to pull Alvin in so he could meet him again or find a way to come back to life in the Light World somehow… I wonder if Someone was expecting him to do something like that and that's why they tried to give him that Shadow Crystal, but we all know that didn't work

In a way… we've already seen Susie's rude awakening for her desire for a 'forever'. She formed such a powerful bond with "the Old Man", she definitely would've wanted their time together to last longer, to last as long as it could, to last forever. But that's not possible.

And even his appearance in the Third Sanctuary was kind of a surprise stroke of luck that shouldn't be taken for granted.

The whole point of the Second Sanctuary is that Susie realized that Gerson was dead in the Light World, and trying to cope with this idea, went straight to a kind of denial.

Well, she can just pop over to the Dark World and, like, ask him what the Door Code is, right? No big deal! I mean, it's not exactly like Susie and Kris were really at a dead-end, there were plenty of areas in the Church they haven't checked thoroughly at all (not just the Fire Extinguisher)…

It wasn't because she HAD to do it for the Door Code, it's because she had to do it to reassure herself that her new friend isn't really gone, that maybe he'll be there waiting for her in his study if she just High-Key Stab Reality and Unleash the Flow of Pure Darkness Energy…

But it wasn't that simple. At best you can say his appearance in the Third Sanctuary means that he can manifest in any Church Dark World created by the Knight… but seeing how Susie's whole goal at the moment is to stop the Knight from making more Dark Fountains, that's not exactly increasing her chances to see the Old Man again.

When they go to seal the Fountain, Susie muses about her 'stupid dream' that things will just… stay the same. That she'll keep having fun Dark World adventures with her friends through eternity. But she knows that although Kris fully understands her, that's not what's going to happen. It's both about how the stakes and seriousness of the story have been so overtly raised for her, the Knight and the Titans aren't just an ominous background detail. She has fought them both. But it's also because she is already experiencing an Ending right now. She knows that when Kris seals this Fountain, she will probably never see Gerson again.

…But despite all of that, I don't think the narrative completely rebuke Susie's desire for Eternity. After all, Gerson heard her say that, fully knowing his own fate, and he mostly seemed intrigued? It doesn't seem to waver his belief that she's the one who should be writing the story, that he could count on her to defy fate in the name of Justice. Y'know, Susie wasn't really thinking of the Inevitability of Death at that moment, she was just thinking that… she would like to keep having fun adventures with her friends in perpetuity. And is that such a bad thing to wish for?

I mean, just because something was a theme in Undertale doesn't mean that Deltarune can't use Susie to drive home the point of 'well, yeah, you're not wrong, but it's a bit more nuanced than that", there's precedence, in fact.

I'm thinking about, like, the Tenna storyline in Chapter 3. That was also about someone who needs to move on, Tenna is clinging to his happier past in unhealthy way and wants the fun of his game show to last forever. He also wanted his own version of Eternity. But the game still draws a contrast between Ralsei, who just tells him to remember the happy times and accept that everything ends, including his use

And Susie, who is the one who rejects this mindset. Her solution still has some level of moving on and accepting that the Dreemurr-Holiday Family Unit has ended, but that doesn't mean he's just got to lay down and accept that his whole life is over. She comes up with a plan that ensures the continuation of his life and his dreams. It's an Ending of sorts, but an Ending that has a continuation attached to it. And it came specifically from Susie's distaste for endings, from her aggressive rejection of going gently into that good night.

There are certain things, certain endings, we all have to accept, but there is also so much that is worth rebelling against, that is worth fighting for. Susie's desire for an 'Eternity' might be a bit oversimplistic, but it is also the source of her rebellious spirit, out-of-the-box-thinking and the shining hope that Gerson sees in her. So I don't think the story will dismiss it outright, we really just have to wait and see just how much of that 'Eternity' Susie will manage to keep...

[moonlitstoriess]

Until the End, and Even Then- Cassian x fem!reader(oneshot)

Summary: She stood beside him through centuries of war, loyalty carved into every scar. But when new faces arrived, his heart turned elsewhere, leaving hers to quietly break. In the end, she made the choice no one else could—and no one saw it coming.

Warnings: Angst, major character death, no happy ending, Cassian is attracted to Nesta, Cassian's realization hits too late

A/N: This is something that I'm writing from my own experience (minus the entire fantasy, death part of course lol) so to anyone who has also ever been forgotten by someone they once held so dear, I see you. You are one of a kind strong, trust me. <3

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They had always been together.

From the moment she could remember--cold wind biting at her face, Illyrian mountains stretching far beyond her reach--Cassian had been there. Loud. Fierce. Covered in bruises and full of fire. He was her first friend, her first constant in a world that had never promised her anything.

Orphaned, half-starved, and unwanted--like so many others in the camps--they'd fought for food, for warmth, for scraps of attention from the males who treated them like dogs and broke them down worse. But while the other boys laughed at her, told her she didn't belong with a sword in her hand, Cassian had simply handed her a blade and said, "Then make them eat their words."

And so she did.

They trained in secret, often at night, after the others had collapsed from exhaustion. Y/N would wrap her fingers tighter around the hilt and mimic every movement he showed her, again and again, until the blisters burst. She bled, fell, got back up. Cassian never went easy on her. That was the closest thing to respect a female could earn in the mountains.

Years passed like that -- cold mornings, warm fires stolen behind supply tents, bruised knuckles, split lips and laughter that echoed across the frostbitten peaks. When Rhysand arrived, still a kid--half-smirk, half-chubby cheeks, already too pretty to belong in the war camps -- they'd eyed him with suspicion, but Cassian, somehow, had decided to trust him.

And where Cassian went, Y/N followed.

It wasn't long before they became something more than just orphans scraping by. Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, and her. A strange little knot of survival. She wasn't one of the males, not really -- not to the others. But to them? She was part of the spine. The only female Illyrian to keep up, to carve her own place into the mud and stone of the war camps and not be broken by it.

She remembered when Mor came, golden and defiant and bleeding, and Y/N hated how much she wanted to protect her. It was Mor who told her she didn't have to prove anything to anyone. That being strong didn't mean being silent.

So she trained harder. Rose faster.

By the time Rhys became High Lord, Cassian was made Commander of the Night Court's armies. And Y/N? She earned her place among the elite aerial units -- flying over territories that once spat at her for daring to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with males. Now, she led them.

Still, even with a blade on her back and command in her voice, she always flew beside him. Always had.

There was a time -- she couldn't remember exactly when -- when looking at him had started to hurt in a different way. A quieter ache. A secret, steady bloom that rooted in her chest every time he laughed, or grinned at her like they still shared everything.

She never told him.

Not once.

Because how could you tell someone you'd loved them your entire life -- when they still looked at you like you were a part of their past, not their future?

There were memories she never spoke of. Ones she kept tucked away like old medals -- quiet, precious things no one else knew existed.

Like that time they snuck out of the camps, bloodied and aching after a brutal training day, to lie on the snow-packed cliff edge and count the stars. She remembered how Cassian had fallen asleep halfway through her retelling of an old Illyrian myth, his head tipped back, mouth parted, curls tangled by the wind. He looked so peaceful -- so young. She hadn't slept that night, just watched the stars fade into dawn beside him.

Or the way he always noticed when her hands were too scraped from sparring. He'd never say anything outright -- just grumble about her being "reckless as hell" while slipping a salve into her pocket and walking away before she could thank him.

He always called her trouble.

And when he said it, it didn't sound like an insult. It sounded like a secret.

There was the time he'd gotten hurt -- truly hurt, chest torn open after intercepting a blow meant for her -- and she sat beside his cot all night. Not as a soldier. Not even as a friend.

But as someone who hadn't known she was in love until she watched the rise and fall of his breath and realized it could stop.

There was one night she'd never let herself speak of.

Years ago, before Rhys was crowned, before any of them had titles or thrones or scars too deep to name, a storm had grounded them in a half-ruined outpost near the border. Rain lashed the mountain walls. The roof leaked. The fire barely stayed lit. But they were warm -- just the two of them -- wrapped in old cloaks, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder in the cramped barracks room, waiting out the storm.

Cassian had been quiet that night. Not tired. Just quiet in a way he rarely was. She remembered how he kept rubbing a spot just below his ribs--an injury he hadn’t told anyone about. Typical. Always throwing himself into danger first and thinking later.

So she made him let her look. Bandaged the wound. Muttered something about how even war generals could bleed like the rest of them. He didn’t smile. Not then.

But when she finished, he caught her hand--just held it. Calloused, warm, unmoving.

“If we weren’t always fighting,” he said softly, “do you think we’d know how to live?”

She hadn’t known what to say.

And maybe that’s why she never answered. Maybe that’s why she just held his hand in the dark, listening to the thunder, pretending--for a few heartbeats--that his words meant something more.

He fell asleep like that. Still holding her hand.

She never brought it up again. Neither did he.

But sometimes, in the middle of battle, or during those cold, endless nights in the skies, she’d feel that phantom pressure around her fingers and wonder--just once--if he ever remembered, too.

She remembered the late-night flying sessions they used to do just for the thrill of it. No missions, no reports -- just two fools in the sky, racing the wind and whooping like children. He once grabbed her hand mid-air and swung her into a dive with him, the two of them spiraling through the clouds, breathless with laughter.

"You and me, Y/N" he'd said afterwards, as they lay on their backs in the grass. "We're the best godsdamned pair in these skies."

And she'd believed him.

Still did.

Even when things began to change.

Even when the skies they flew together stopped feeling like freedom, and started feeling like goodbye.

Change didn't come with fire and thunder. It came quietly.

It started with Feyre, first brought into the Court of Dreams like a storm with a broken heart. Y/N liked her well enough. Strong, clever, endlessly curious. A fighter in her own right. Y/N admired that.

And she understood what it meant to carry the weight of trauma in your bones. To still wake up every night ready to fight ghosts no one else could see. So she didn't begrudge the attention Feyre received.

But then Nesta came.

And something in Cassian changed.

Y/N remembered the day Nesta was Made -- turned into High Fae by the Cauldron, wrath and ruin forged into a body that hadn't asked for it. She remembered the moment she saw her for the first time -- standing still, face cold, rage sharp enough to slice the air in half.

Cassian was already staring.

Y/N told herself it was concern. Shock. Empathy, maybe. Cassian had always protected those who couldn't protect themselves.

But day after day, month after month, mission after mission...his attention drifted. And not just his eyes. His words, his silences, his moods -- they all began to orbit Nesta inch by inch.

It wasn't that he stopped caring about Y/N. He still trained with her, still sparred, still flew beside her in perfect formation. He still laughed with her after patrols and still called her trouble.

But he wasn't with her anymore.

Not really.

She never told him.

Never interrupted the way his eyes lingered when Nesta left a room. Never stopped him from glancing over his shoulder when Nesta passed them in the training ring.

She smiled through it all.

Because if she didn't -- if she let it show -- what would be left of her that wasn't just pain?

So she kept fighting.

Kept flying.

Kept waiting for the ache to fade.

And it never did.

It started with little things.

"Do you think she likes strong tea or sweet?" he asked one morning, halfway through tying his hair. Y/N had blinked at him, momentarily forgetting they were prepping for a reconnaissance flight. "Nesta," he added, not noticing the way she stiffened.

"I...don't know," she said after a pause. "Maybe both. Depends on the day."

He grinned, as if that answer was charming, then returned to his blade, humming some tune under his breath.

That was the first time he asked. But not the last.

There were days he sought her out for strategy, only to pivot the conversation into "Nesta didn't eat again today," or "I think she likes books about romance -- should I bring her one?"

Y/N gave him advice. Every time.

What else could she do?

Because if she pulled back, even a little -- if she stopped listening -- she was afraid he'd stop coming to her altogether.

One night, after a particularly grueling training session with new recruits, he sat beside her on the wall overlooking the mountains.

"She's colder than the northern ridge," he muttered, tossing a rock over the ledge. "But she burns under it all, I can feel it."

Y/N didn't speak.

Cassian leaned his head back. "You'd like her more if you talked to her. She's not as awful as she seems."

"I never said she was awful."

"No, but..." He turned toward her with that boyish, lopsided grin that used to be only hers. "You don't really give her much of a chance. Why?"

Y/N exhaled through her nose and said nothing.

Cassian leaned forward again, elbows on knees. "I just want to get through to her. Make her see she's not alone in this court."

Y/N's throat tightened. She almost laughed. Almost said, I've been here beside you longer than she's even known your name.

But she didn't.

Instead, she placed her hand on his shoulder and murmured, "You'll find a way. You always do."

Then came the first time she saw them together.

She hadn't meant to stumble upon them -- just returning from dinner and a flight, windburned and half-drenched from a sudden storm, walking through the garden to dry her wings before heading in.

And there they were.

Cassian and Nesta under one of the arches, their faces close, the moonlight casting silver over his siphons and her hair. He said something -- something that made Nesta snort softly and shake her head -- and then he smiled.

Not the loud, showy one he gave to the world.

The soft one.

The rare one.

The one he used to give to her.

Y/N backed away before they saw her. She told herself she didn't care. That she was only tired.

But that night, she flew above the cliffs until her wings ached, just to make sure the wind drowned out the sound of her heart breaking.

She didn't plan on going to Rhysand that day.

But something in her had cracked. Maybe it was watching Cassian walk Nesta back from training as they laughed at something she didn't hear. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, that distant softness he only seemed to carry now when Nesta was around. Or maybe it was just the silence -- how she could be beside him and still feel a thousand miles away.

So she went.

Stormed into the Townhouse, boots echoing down the hall as she made her way to Rhysand's study.

He looked up the moment she entered, unsurprised by her presence but visibly taken aback by the sharpness in her eyes.

"Y/N," he greeted. Calm, careful. "Is something wrong?"

"I want a mission," she said. Flatly. No preamble.

Rhys raised a brow. "A mission?"

"You send everyone else. Spies, scouts, diplomats, Azriel, Mor. I'm not asking for a vacation, Rhys. I need to do something." Her hands were clenched at her sides. She hated how desperate she sounded.

He studied her for a long moment. "No."

She blinked. "What?"

"I said no," he repeated, voice still gentle.

Her jaw tightened. "Why? I've led aerial units. I've fought in more skirmishes than half your court. Don't give me that protective bullshit, Rhys. If this is about Cassian- "

"It's not," he said, standing slowly. "It's not about your skill or record. It's not about Cassian or anyone else."

"Then what is it?" she demanded, the frustration curling in her chest like flame. Rhys's expression shifted then--softer, but heavier. Like a burden he didn't want to speak aloud.

"Because war is coming," he said quietly. "Hybern's army is preparing to move. We received confirmation yesterday."

Y/N went still.

"I'm not sending anyone on a mission anymore," Rhys continued. "Not unless they're tied directly to the front lines and critical strategy. I can't afford to scatter my forces now. We're weeks -- maybe days -- away from open conflict."

She felt like the floor dropped from beneath her.

War.

She hadn't realized it was that close.

Her throat bobbed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"I was going to," Rhys said. "Soon. Cassian and Azriel are already working through the first phase of deployment. You would've been briefed tomorrow."

Y/N stared at him. Her mind spun, trying to process it all -- the sudden shift from emotional wreckage to impending destruction.

Rhys stepped closer, voice lower now. "I know you've been feeling...out of place. But don't take yourself out of the fight just because you're hurting."

Her mouth parted. He knew.

Of course he did.

Rhysand saw everything.

She turned to go, forcing herself to keep her spine straight. To ignore the pounding in her chest.

"Y/N," he said, as she reached the door.

She paused.

"You're not invisible," he said gently. "Not to all of us."

She didn't look back.

She didn't trust herself to.

If only she knew that this was the beginning of her end.

The war room was colder than usual.

Maps sprawled across the obsidian table, dotted with tokens, notes, and tiny carved markers of armies not yet moved. Rhysand stood at the head of the room beside Feyre, both of them grave and steady, their bond humming like quiet lightning between them. Azriel lingered in the shadows. Mor and Amren leaned over the map with creases between their brows.

And Cassian -- he stood near Nesta.

Close.

Too close.

Y/N kept her eyes fixed on the layout of Hybern’s front lines, her hands clasped behind her back to keep them from shaking. She listened to the breakdown of units, flight formations, ground forces. She took note of her assignment. She would lead the flank--high altitude, fast and quiet--sweeping in with her unit from the eastern pass at Rhys’s signal.

No one questioned her role. No one doubted her capability.

And still, when Cassian spoke, when he gave orders or reassurances to the other commanders, he never once looked at her.

Not once.

Near the end of the meeting, Feyre mentioned the civilians being evacuated from a nearby village -- how their movement might delay her forces by half a day. Nesta murmured something about keeping an eye on the terrain, something sharp and practical.

Cassian chuckled softly.

“That’s my girl,” he said.

And that was it.

Y/N didn’t remember the rest of the meeting. Only the roaring in her ears.

"I need to speak with you," Y/N snapped, grabbing Cassian's arm as he exited the chamber.

He gave her a look -- flat, unreadable. But he followed.

The room she chose was small and unused, tucked off a quiet hallway of the House of Wind. As soon as the door shut, the silence snapped between them.

"What the hell was that?" she demanded.

Cassian blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she hissed. "You've barely looked at me for days. You act like I'm a stranger -- like I don't exist. But the second she speaks- "

He cut her off. "Don't do this, Y/N."

"No, you don't get to do this," she said, voice cracking. "I have stood by your side through every godsdamned war, every loss, every scar. And now- now I'm just what? A name on your flight charts?"

He shook his head. "This isn't the time."

"Then when is it?" she snapped. "After one of us dies tomorrow? After you tell her 'that's my girl' again in front of everyone like the rest of us don't matter?"

Cassian's jaw clenched. "She is my girl."

The silence that followed nearly dropped her to her knees. "I know," she whispered. "Believe me--I know."

But he wasn't done.

"You act like I've betrayed you. I didn't make you stay beside me all these years. I didn't ask you to be anything more than a soldier. If you wanted more, Y/N...you should've said something about your position a long time ago. Don't take it out in jealousy now."

Her breath caught. Like a punch to the gut.

A soldier.

That's all she was to him. All this time, that's all he saw her as.

He thought she was complaining about her title, about her position in the court. About Nesta 'outshining' her.

Gods, how stupid is he. How....how little has she truly known of him.

"Would it have mattered?" she asked quietly. "If...if I had done something?"

One question. Two different meanings.

Y/N knew he didn't get the meaning she wanted him to get.

But she asked him anyway.

Cassian hesitated.

And that was her answer.

He turned to leave, hand on the doorknob.

"I'm sorry," he said over his shoulder. "But don't bring this into battle. We all have our roles. Focus on yours."

The door shut behind him before she could speak.

The air was cold behind the tents.

Y/N had gone out to clear her head before the final camp briefing. Before dawn. Before it all began.

She'd only wanted a moment. But instead, she saw them.

Cassian leaning in, murmuring something to Nesta. Her hand curled in his. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then drew her close, his brow resting lightly against hers.

Y/N looked away.

The next morning, Rhys gave his speech--strong, steady, a High Lord ready to lead his court into fire.

They all embraced one another. Azriel clasped her shoulder. Mor hugged her tight. Feyre gave her a quiet, grateful smile.

Cassian didn't speak to her. She didn't look at him. No goodbyes. No glances.

Not even when they split off in separate directions, wings unfurling into a sky that might not welcome them back.

The battlefield was a storm.

Wings filled the sky, blotting out the sun. Screams tore through the clouds--Illyrian war cries, magic surging through the air like lightning. The earth shook beneath their boots. Blades clashed, smoke rose, and still, the tide of Hybern forces surged forward.

Y/N’s hands were soaked in blood--hers, others, she didn’t know anymore. Her wings burned with exhaustion, her chest heaved. But she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

She spotted Cassian midair, diving through a wave of soldiers.

Alive. He was alive.

She'd done her part. Led the eastern flank. Cleared the path. Reinforced Azriel's squad. She was ready to die for it. But not like this.

Not like this.

And then-- A pulse. Magic.

Wrong magic.

It throbbed through the air like a heartbeat from something long dead and newly reawakened. She felt it in her bones, in the marrow of her wings. Not just power--unmaking. A rift tearing open the weave of the world itself.

Her head snapped toward the Cauldron, still half-shrouded in smoke and blood and broken stone. It was pulsing--no, breathing. Swollen with ancient energy, black and slick and endless. She saw the last of the Hybern priests retreating, their mouths twisted in triumph, even as they fled.

The wards around the Cauldron had fallen. No one had noticed. Until now.

And the spell--gods, that spell. She could see it. Magic coiling around it, forming jagged patterns in the sky, drawn in impossible runes of blood and bone and sacrifice. It wasn’t just a weapon.

It was a curse.

A final death sentence. A wave of devastation meant to devour the battlefield in one last scream of ruin. No one would survive it—not Rhys, not Feyre, not Azriel or Mor, not Cassian or Nesta.

Not even the Cauldron itself.

One final blow to level the world before falling into silence.

She didn’t wait. Didn’t think. Didn’t call for help or backup or approval. There wasn’t time.

So she moved.

Her blade was slick in her grip as she surged forward, slashing through the two Hybern soldiers guarding the outer ring of magic. They fell without sound. Her wings snapped wide, catching what lift the broken air could still give her, and she launched.

The Cauldron loomed before her now--closer than it had ever been. It wasn’t just an object. It was a force, ancient and alive, and it saw her coming. The runes flared, the spell reacted, but she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop.

Because something inside her--deep and quiet and final--had already decided.

It was always going to end this way.

She let her power rise, the last of it. Poured it into her limbs, her wings, her lungs. Not to fight—no, she wasn’t strong enough to undo the curse. But she could interrupt it. She could anchor it. Draw it into herself.

And by doing so, burn with it. It would hurt. She knew that. It would be agony. But pain wasn’t new. Dying wasn’t what she feared.

Being forgotten--that was what had always terrified her.

But now?

Now, there was no one left to remember her the way she wanted.

So she embraced the storm.

He felt it before he saw her.

A sharp shift in the wind. A scream in his chest he hadn’t yet released. And then--

Y/N.

Running. Flying. Toward the Cauldron.

“No,” he breathed. “No -- NO!”

He dove. Wings burning from overuse, pushing harder, faster. Screaming her name.

“Y/N!”

She didn’t look back. Not at first.

But right before she reached the Cauldron’s circle--where the magic cracked the earth, splitting stone and sky--she turned.

Just once. Her eyes met his.

And she smiled.

Not bitter. Not sad. Just… soft. Steady. Peaceful.

A thousand memories flooded her mind in that final second.

Cassian holding her hand in the barracks. Cassian teaching her to fly. Cassian laughing, bloodied and breathless, after a spar. Cassian saying, "You and me, Y/N--we’re the best godsdamned pair in these skies."

And then--

She threw herself into the light.

“Y/N!” he roared, his wings tearing at the air, throwing himself toward her like he could still reach her in time, still pull her back, still undo what had already been set in motion.

Nesta called after him, grabbed for his arm, but he wrenched away.

Too late.

A flash of light erupted--searing white, violent silver, threads of raw blue magic exploding outward in a perfect ring.

The sound tore across the battlefield like thunder cracking the world open.

Cassian hit the ground--hard. His knees buckled beneath him. His wings collapsed. He screamed her name again, but it was lost in the storm.

The Cauldron imploded.

Folded in on itself in a pulse of ancient power, taking everything with it. The runes dissolved. The curse shattered.

And when the light cleared--

There was nothing.

No body. No wings. No sound.

Only the faint shimmer of magic still curling in the breeze--burning out, like embers trying to hold onto their last breath.

Cassian stared, chest heaving. Blood on his hands. Dirt in his mouth. The place where she’d stood moments ago was empty.

The world went silent. And he knew--without needing to be told.

She was gone.

The war was won. The Cauldron lay in ruins--shattered, unmade, its dark power turned to dust beneath the morning sun.

But Cassian didn’t move. Didn’t celebrate. Didn’t speak.

He stood where she had fallen, on blackened earth that still hissed with dying magic. Smoke curled in the wind. Bodies lay silent. Somewhere behind him, Rhys was giving orders. Feyre was healing soldiers. Nesta… Nesta was calling his name.

But he didn’t turn.

His hands were filthy. Shaking. Bloodied from clawing at rubble, from searching--gods, from hoping.

And then--buried beneath a patch of scorched soil and ash--he found it.

A small, warped flight pendant. The one he’d given her years ago. A joke, at the time. “You’ll be the death of me,” he’d said when she outpaced him mid-air. “But you’ll look good doing it.”

Now it was half-melted, the chain snapped. The ribbon she’d tied it with--red, like the ribbon she once wore in her hair--burned to nearly nothing.

Cassian fell to his knees.

His fingers trembled as he turned the pendant over.

There--etched faintly into the back, almost missed beneath the grime--was a message.

“If I die, let him know I did it with love.”

His breath broke. Not a gasp. Not a sob.

It was silence cracking.

Because she had never told him. Never once said the words. And now they were carved into metal--buried, hidden, meant to be found only after it was too late.

Cassian bowed his head, pressing the pendant to his forehead as the wind howled around him. His voice was hoarse, empty, barely audible when he whispered,

“You were never supposed to go without knowing. Gods, you were never supposed to go.”

The battlefield blurred.

“You flew beside me in every war. And I never saw you falling.”

And in the Wind…

A breeze swept through the field, warm despite the ash.

And if Cassian had looked up just then, he might’ve seen a glimmer in the sky--something like a wingbeat. Something like a goodbye.

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[the-string-of-curses]

Ten years later

It was known to every person in the world that Bruce Wayne is a Playboy billionaire. That was his image. But it was also known how he almost married the superstar Danny Phantom.

Danny Phantom was more famous than his ex-fiance and rightfully so. He singled-handly funded the world with his music. He could sing in different languages with different voices making him be loved by the world.

This was ten years ago at least. He disappeared from the face of the earth only for it to be revealed that he and Brucie Wayne had ended it just a few weeks away from the wedding. In poor terms, even his adopted children seemed displeased with him.

It was heartbreaking for the world. The world had heard of their love story through DP's songs. In public, they were the image of a happy family. So why did they break up? It was never revealed. No matter how much people try to dig and search for any clue as to what led they're end their relationship.

Well, that was until DP suddenly announced on his page of his new albums. 5 albums in ten years he keeps hidden. The internet lost their minds. New music from the lost superstar!

However, the breakup was taking up the space for people to appreciate the new music. Will Danny Phantom reveal what happened? Or will the Wayne's try to take over the narrative?

Nothing could have prepared the world for Damian Wayne. The biological son of Bruce Wayne. A 10-year-old child that matches a theory that has been going around. One thing was for sure to the people. Bruce Wayne cheated on Danny Phantom.

The hate came down on anything that had the name Wayne on it. It didn't stop on their products but on the children who Bruce loves. The announcement had such horrible timing that people don't see a 10-year-old child. They see the embodiment of a child who took away their comfort. The music was like life line to some people.

Home. Safe. Lonely. Understood. Happy. Funny. Second hand embarrassment. Human. True Love.

He was a lot to many people he should have not been hiding The Wayne's should've. They took something beautiful and hurt them into hiding and still hiding.

But what broke it all was a video on DP's channel. With the label of

A Useless Wedding Gift | Young and Beautiful

The video was full of clips and photos of Bruce Wayne and Danny Phantom's love life. The song was the most heart felt love song anyone has heard. The end of the music is what killed them. It was beautiful and it looked perfect. So why did Brucie Wayne have to ruin such a story? What was better than that life he lived in?

The people who saw that video mourned many things. The story is finally over. They saw the end. They can't do nothing in this story. For Danny Phantom has been dead for 5 years.

[johanna-swann]

You know, now that I think about it - whatever the members of the firefamily received from one another in terms of support after Bobby's death, Buck kind of got the opposite.

Eddie gets a job offer not only away from the 118, but in a different state and the 118 throw him a party. Buck talks about a career decision and is met with nothing but silence.

Hen makes an unexpected decision concerning her role in the 118 and gets the reassurance that she has to do what's right for her. Buck is told he's making a mistake and that it'd be stupid for him to take a job at a different firehouse.

Athena tries to do her lone wolf thing, retreats a little and puts up a strong façade, but her friends don't buy it and still seek her out to check on her and let her know she doesn't need to do this alone and whatever feelings she has about Bobby's death, they're valid. Buck puts on a strong mask and holds himself together by a thread, his friends notice that something seems off immediately and they start avoiding him like the plague because they can't be bothered to deal with him I guess.

Chimney feels guilty, like he should've done more, should've noticed something was wrong, should've saved Bobby. But he does not only get Buck talking him off a ledge and Maddie urging him to not shut her out and share his pain with her, he even gets forgiveness from Athena in the end because she knows none of this is Chim's fault and she just needed a second to get there. Buck is told to make Bobby's death less about himself, like he should share even less of his own grief and think about the others more, is told that maybe Bobby's death was preventable and he just didn't try hard enough to save him and Eddie doesn't even apologise for saying any of that.

The only people who actually tried to comfort Buck are Maddie who at least asked how he was doing even if Buck gave her only a short and superficial answer and Tia Pepa who was a godsend tbh. Both of them tried to help, but Maddie didn't dig deeper (she had a lot on her plate herself, I don't blame her) and Pepa didn't even know Bobby. It was nice of her to comfort Buck, but they can't grief together the way other members of the firefam did.

Like. All of the family members that were close to Bobby got so, so, so much support from each other, but nobody even talked to Buck and that hasn't changed by the end of the finale and they didn't even give Buck and Tommy another scene to indicate that Buck isn't entirely alone. How am I supposed to see this as normal? It's not! They distanced themselves from Buck and when Buck eventually gave up on reaching out to the others and looked for distance himself they saw it as Buck abandoning the family. God I hope the show does something about this in season 9, ideally they even adress it. It could be Buck's 9a storyline, how everyone is moving on but he feels stuck because he never grieved properly or something.

[moonlitlillypop]

There's nothing to forgive Kris didn't give a shit about the bullying in the first place, and the only people who don't treat her like dirt are the darkners who are literally purpose built to wanna help people, Kris who again never gave a shit in the first place, and Noelle whose into being bullied. Her whole story arc so far is literally about how she never got a chance to not be a bully.

Kris does defend Susie from being killed because that is a good thing to do. They also react negatively to even the concept of seriously hurting their friends. And yeah they throw around the soul but that thing is literally the vessel through which they take damage so we know they are not actually hurting us outside of the weird route. And they're only doing that much to either protect Noelle from our weird route shenanigans and do the knight's bidding, which again, we don't have enough information to say why that's happening. Like there's no piece of information to connect that motivation to the player yet apart from "these are two things that happened".

And why are you so obsessed with wanting characters to be killed in this game? Is that the only reason you liked undertale? Like this is very clearly a different type of story with different stakes and different consequences. The purpose of the weird route is not mindless violence. It's very cruel sure, but it has a specific end goal that we don't have the details about yet. All we know is that it revolves around controlling Noelle and making her stronger. And we don't even know if berdly's gonna pull through yet.

AND the knife has come back to be relevant MORE THAN ONCE SO FAR. And again the story is only halfway through. We haven't even hit the major climax yet. You know what a climax is right? The part of the story where you get payoffs for things. It's where 99 percent of Chekovs guns go off and you're mad that this one didn't go off prematurely. You're just looking for things to hate and doing a bad job

Still can't get over the fact that Toby Fox dreamed up a game ending, but he decided he wanted to make something a little less ambitious first, so instead he made the most influential indie game of all time

[purplecoffee13]

NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing adorable about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely ever had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure a piece of his heart cracked at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked up a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his baseball the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I’m on contraceptives."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus of right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room you’re in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit my job." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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Headcanons about making the guys watch the Disney movie we associate with them?

Z = Frozen; X & S = Sleeping Beauty; R = The Little Mermaid; C = Snow White

this is so cute omg. i rewatched all of these when writing this (for research!) and it was very nice. this is very fluffy, i needed to write some lol I've been writing some very mean angst lately.

spoilers ahead and some references to their myths!

❀ It was your turn to pick the movie for you and Xavier's regular Saturday movie night. When you picked Sleeping Beauty, he furrowed his brow. "A Disney movie?" "I think it will be fun!"

❀ Xavier was silent through most of it, content to simply enjoy the movie with you. He would interrupt to offer you popcorn or to refill your drink. "She's a little scary," he whispered when Maleficent appeared.

❀ You caught him dozing off a few times, but Xavier always jolted awake when you nudged him. "I'm up!" "Were you falling asleep again?" "I was just resting my eyes." He did actually fall asleep when the kingdom was put to sleep alongside Aurora.

❀ As the credits rolled, you told him, "This movie reminds me of you." "...because I remind you of the prince, right?" His ears turned a faint pink when you explained you connected him more to Aurora. "So… I'm a princess in your eyes?" "A very pretty princess!"

❀ When you tell Zayne you want to watch Frozen with him, he’s… hesitant, to say the least. “Isn’t that a children’s movie?” He still watches it with you, though, no complaints.

❀ “I understand they’re worried she might harm someone, but locking her away isn’t good for her development,” he says matter-of-factly. He’s very respectful during the movie, though, not saying much. That is, until Hans’ betrayal. “That’s just not right,” he mutters. “What a scoundrel.”

❀ When you tell Zayne he reminds you of Elsa, he just stares at you blankly. After a moment, he quietly responds, “I hope you don’t plan on getting me gloves.” When the movie ends, he gives you a chaste kiss on the check. “If I truly am Elsa, then you’ve thawed this frozen heart.”

❀ For a few days after you watched the movie, Zayne finds himself quietly humming Let It Go. Occasionally Love is an Open Door. He’s alright with that one. He’s extremely annoyed with himself when it’s Let It Go.

❀ Rafayel will gladly watch any movie with you, but best believe he’s judging The Little Mermaid. Heavily. "Giving up your voice is sooooo unromantic," he groaned. "At least give your lover your heart." "What, like you just rip it out of your chest and offer it to your lover?" You laughed. Rafayel didn't.

❀ "Yes," he said very seriously. "Let my blood spill down your wrist as you feel how my heart beats only for you. Let my blood stain your lips the perfect shade of red so that every time you see your reflection, you cannot escape my endless devotion to you."

❀ You try to scoot away from Rafayel after that but he keeps you pulled close against him. He cries during the wedding scene but vehemently denies it afterward. "I'm just really happy they could finally be together! They're from two different worlds!"

❀ Rafayel sings the entirety of the sound track for at least a week. It’s pretty at first but after the tenth time (that day) of hearing, “What do they got, a lot of sand? We got a HOT crustacean band!” you’re throwing tomatoes.

❀ Sylus is always willing to do whatever you want, so when you asked him to watch Sleeping Beauty with you, he didn't object. He just settled you in his home theater with fluffy blankets, snacks, and an arm around your shoulders.

❀ When Maleficent comes on screen, he's already making commentary. "Cursing a baby to die because you didn't get invited to a party seems a bit excessive. And these gifts the fairies have given aren't useful at all."

❀ He’s judging you heavily when you start implying he's similar to Maleficent. "Doesn't her bird remind you of Mephisto?" "So I remind you of a villain?" "..but a really pretty one. I think you'd look very handsome with horns." "Hm."

❀ Sylus looks extremely unimpressed by the time Maleficent turns into a dragon. "...interesting design," he mutters. "See, there's another thing! You remind me of a dragon." Sylus met your wide smile with a raised eyebrow. "Really, sweetie?" "Sure! You're really warm, protective, you hoard things..." Sylus chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You have an overactive imagination."

❀ When you tell Caleb you want to watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, he's immediately agreeing. "Whatever you want, pips," he says. "But... didn’t this used to scare you when we were kids?"

❀ It’s not like this is his first time watching it. Caleb's watched a lot of princess movies with you since you grew up together. But, that doesn't stop him from making commentary. "I can't believe she just moves into some random men's home without asking. Promise me you'll never do that, pip-squeak."

❀ Caleb's confused when you tell him he reminds you of Snow White. "I remind you of that little princess?" he asked incredulously. "Sure," you shrugged. "You're a mother hen like she is. You cook, you clean, you're easily tempted by apples." "I'm not making you apple pie anymore," he pouts (he’s lying).

❀ When the poisoned apple comes around, he's desperately defending himself. "I cannot seriously remind you of her. I would not fall for that." You shrugged again. "I just call 'em as I see 'em." He's quiet for a few minutes. "Maybe the sleeping death is a good idea, " he says. "Then you'd be all mine." You stare at him. "Remind me to never eat any apple you give me."

I saw this art on Pinterest and thought it was so damn cute 😭 it wasn’t credited though so if you know whose it is please let me know so I can credit it!

comments and reblogs appreciated and asks open! <3

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best friend!Steve Harrington x shy!reader where you get asked on a date, something that has never happened before/never been something he had to worry about because usually the combination of you being so reserved and him hovering kept men from trying any funny business. Steve knows the guy, hates the guy, and spends days trying to convince you not to go on the date (because he doesn’t like the guy… certainly could not possibly be for any other reason…) and eventually you confront him and ask why he cares so much and tooth rotting fluff ensues. Steve dials the guy’s number himself after so you can cancel.

last minute cancel

wc: 3k

cw: mentions of cheating (not from Steve or r), hurt/comfort, angst?, fluffffffff, happy ending, maybe Steve being rude?

a/n: thank u sooo much for the request<333 i hope you enjoy it :D!!!!

Steve has been your best friend for years. 

You met him in high school, just before his “King Steve’ era, and from the moment you two became friends it was like you were glued to the hip. 

During school he was boyish and charming, always alluring to anyone near him.  But with you he was different. Not that he wasn't any of those amazing qualities, but he was far more than that. With you he never faltered when it came to taking care of you. Thinking of you before himself, making sure you are always okay, it was a protectiveness that you were continuously thankful for. 

No one else got this version of Steve, not even Kathy or Stella. The two recent girls on his roster. However recently Steve told you that Kathy dumped him because you went to the movies with them so maybe it’s just Stella. 

Unlike all of the other girls in school you weren't all over him, which could be the reason all those dates were shocked– feeling like they were interrupting something when it came to you two. Which in a sense they were. You and Steve had a way of doing things, a system that has been going for about 5 years. So when Kathy threw a fit about movie nights it’s not even an issue for Steve to call her the next morning saying they won't work out. 

You were too shy to do the things Steve did, it’s what made you two work so well together. He would go to the parties and date the girls while you sat there listening. Interested in all the gossip you're not involved in but still get to know about. For some reason people tell Steve everything, never thinking when he gets home that he would call you to spill all the secrets. 

–

Both of you sat on Steve's bed with your first bowl of popcorn laid between the two of you. The movie was ready, all you had to do was press play, but you had just gotten to his house so now is the time he tells you all the gossip. 

You felt like you were already watching a movie, the way Steve was so animated with his storytelling. His eyes would go wide as his hands would copy the words he says. You could sit and listen to him tell you stories for hours, he reenacts things so well and all the drama added is the cherry on top. 

Only once he was done talking it was your turn, and truly you don't know how you've kept this from him for this long. You have never been able to lie to Steve, not that this was a lie, more of a kept secret. Still something happened to you and you didn't immediately call Steve about it which was weird for you. 

But a guy asked you out a few days ago and it was something so out of the blue for you that you just had to tell Steve in person. Knowing your best friend will have the best reaction to your exciting news, along with help on how to go about it. 

So when he went quiet you began to start. 

“Okay so y’know how I was at the bookstore the other day?” You ask, the smile you have on your face makes Steve smile. This must be good, he thinks. 

“Yeah, you wanted to find a new diary right?” 

“Exactly, and while I was looking I was just so into the journals, I guess, and I took a step back and a guy caught me!” The way you gleam almost fools Steve in that moment. 

“Did he catch you or did you just walk into him and his body was right there?” Steve doesn't really know where this conversation is going but he’s not sure he likes it. 

“His hands literally wrapped around my waist Steve, he caught me, like my literal hero. Anyways, I ended up talking to him, and you’ll never guess what happened!” 

“Uh, he said sorry for being in your way?” His eyebrows raise with the question. 

You roll your eyes at his antics. “No. He asked for my number. My number, Steve.” 

“And did you give it to him?” 

Steve hasn't really had to deal with you and guys. In school guys knew not to ask you out, Steves hovering too extreme for any of them to try anything. And now that you are out of high school, you don't go to any gatherings to meet new people. A little bit too much of an introvert for it. But now Steve isn't always around, no one knows their place when it comes to the two of you. Kathy was pure proof of that. 

“Well yes, of course. It’s not everyday a guy asks for my number.” You’re kneeling on his bed now, so hyped up from your retelling of your own story.  

The way he doesn’t really move makes you a little worried. You always give a great big reaction to his stories, let alone his dates. A little cheer or a smile would help you out. 

“Well who is this guy anyways, you get a name?” 

“Um, Dean Mills.” You say drawing back to your conversation with him. 

“Dean Mills as in from English class that always snored?” His hand goes to his mouth in a faux gasped expression. 

“I don't know Steve, I wasn't in that class with you.” Your body deflates from his witty comeback that is unhelpful in every way. 

His questions have ruined your mood, you back hits his headboard and your irritation spikes just a little higher. He isn't being supportive at all, if anything he’s just making fun of you. It’s understood to not take you seriously, you never get asked out by guys. But does Steve really think you’re so awful that the idea of a guy being into you seems so funny?

“You do know that he totally got kicked from the football team for sleeping with all the cheerleaders right?” Steve sits up now, a hand pressed deep into his mattress to hold himself up. 

“You don't even know if this is the same guy Steve, how are you just gonna write off the first guy I tell you about?” 

The fold of your arms and the slight pout of your lips has Steve feeling bad. He’s really trying to look out for you here, nothing more nothing less. 

“M’sorry, honey. You're right, has he called you yet?” 

It takes you a second to respond because no, he hasn't called you yet. But the last thing you want to do is tell Steve that, it would just further prove his stupid point. 

“It just happened two days ago Steve.” You say with a huff. Movie night doesn't feel needed anymore. You weren't even supposed to have it today, normally it’s saturdays but Steve has a date on saturday so you moved it. One that you helped him pick an outfit for, with no quips or jokes coming from you. 

You pull yourself to the edge of his bed, not really wanting to leave your hang out, you even wanted to sleep over. But right now Steve doesn't feel like he has even a hint of happiness for you. It feels devastating, and you don't even know why he’s being so unsupportive. 

“I think I should head home.” Your legs dangle from the edge of his bed, his long legs get into it way easier than your short ones. 

Steve's sigh is loud from behind you. You can also hear his hand run over his face and into his hair. He didnt mean for you to get upset with him, but if he has the right Dean Mills, which he 100% does, he knows this guy is just using you for a hookup. 

“I am just trying to make sure that you’re doing the right thing, going out with this guy.”

You still don't look at him when he says it. The only thing that could be heard in his room is the sound of you putting your shoes back on. It’s a quick motion, like you positively need to get out of there and it makes Steve’s heart break in two. 

“Why is it so hard for you to think that a guy could just like me?” Your head turns sharply to look at him, finally. But the look on your face makes him wish you didn't, your brows are furrowed, eyes squinted. 

“Honey that’s not..I meant that-” 

“I’ll see you later Steve.” You say it so quickly as you leave his room that he almost misses it. The slam of his front door, however, can't go unmissed. It’s loud, saying everything that needs to be said. 

Yeah, maybe Dean hasn't called you yet, and so what if he was some douche in high school? Like Steve wasn't? You weren't the same as you were in high school, people change. The growth from high school to now is what you hope to see from people and Dean seems to have grown, unlike Steve and his stuck in set ways. 

It was really heartbreaking that Steve just wrote this whole thing off. You never do that to him, despite how badly you want to. Stella isn't lasting you knew that the second you met her. And the same thing happened with Kathy, but did you tell him that? No, you stood there and helped him pick things out for these girls who didn't know him half like you did. 

–

That night Dean had called you asking you out on a date. It was in two days, at a nice restaurant that just opened but had great reviews. You said yes, trying to wipe everything that Steve had said to you from your mind. There was no way his opinions would ruin this for you, the first date you've had in a while. 

 Steve even tried to call you for your nightly call but you didn't answer. Too upset with him to act like everything was normal and hear about the things he did while you supported every breath and movement. There was a split second that you forgot you were mad at him, it was right after Dean called you. Your next immediate response was to dial Steve's number to tell him how Dean had officially asked you out, but you didn't. 

Once morning reached your window the light flowing through your room, waking you up, your anger still sat in your chest. Heavy and painful just as it was the day before. Possibly even worse since the loud sound of a ring stopped you from going back to sleep. 

The phone on the wall was too far, and your body was still limp with the grip of sleep trying to pull you back in. You let the phone go– trying to find that dream that left you all too soon. But it rang again, somehow even louder this time now that your foggy mind didn't halfway block it out. 

Your body brought you to the wall before your mind knew where you were, picking up the phone. 

“Hello?” The grogginess in your voice was present, anyone on the other line could tell you had just woken up. 

“Hey, sorry did I wake you up?” Steve's voice boomed through the phone, loud and perfectly clear unlike your mumbled words. 

“Steve, it's so early.” Your words come out in a stern tone, like you could lecture him on why he shouldn't call people early in the morning because they might just be sleeping. 

“I know, I'm sorry, but I really just needed to talk to you.” 

He could apologize, tell you how bad he feels about the way he reacted. Maybe talk to you about the things you could wear and say to make the date go well. Or at least that's what you hope he'll say, just wanting to talk to your best friend about an important thing that happened to you. 

It’s what makes you stay on the phone, humming as if to say ‘go on’. 

“I talked to Stella about Dean, I was just trying to see if she knew anything about him and what he's been up to y’know? And she told me that she saw him at a party cheat on his girlfriend with three other girls. Three girls!” 

Of course Steve asked Stella, he had to know everything about this dude. And thank god he did or else you would be going out with him. He would hate to see you heartbroken over some idiot who didn't deserve you in the first place.  That was his whole intention with all of this, nothing else. 

“Is that really what you called me to say?” The new tone in your voice is laced with venom. No longer stuck in a sleepy state. 

“I am just trying to protect you–” 

“I don't need your protection Steve, next time you call I hope you have something a little more sincere to say.” And the line goes quiet. Only a quiet beep letting him know you hug up on him. 

What Steve didn't get to tell you was that question to Stella got him another slammed door. Apparently asking the girl you're seeing about another girl isn't the best idea. But Steve had to do it, for you. 

Everything he does is for you. You're on his mind the second he wakes up from his dream about you and right before his eyes shut letting sleep take him away. The way you care about him way more than any of his dates ever would, or how you sincerely understand him. Why he is the way he is and how despite him not being the best, you don't run from him. Always sweet and generous in every sense of the word. Steve doesn't think he could ever live without you, even with this day and a half long fight he finds himself struggling to get by. 

And deep down you felt the same. Maybe that's why this all hurt so much. 

This realization in Steve was what brought him to your doorstep the next day. A beautiful bouquet in his hands as an apology along with a script he's currently going over in his head as he waits for you to open the door. That is if you open the door. 

Steve knows he hasn't exactly been fair. Telling you what you should and shouldn't do has never been something he does regularly. 

Too stuck in his own mind he misses the sight of you coming down the stairs through the window. But when you open the door with your hair curled and a nice dress that snaps Steve right out of it. The lipstick you have on makes the blush on your cheeks pop, a perfect match. 

“Steve, I really don't have time, I have a date and–” You say, turning your head to look at the time on the clock near you. 

“Cancel it.” Steve didn't even know you had a date, you hadn't told him. 

“What?” This makes you look back at him quickly. Any quicker and he thinks you might have given yourself whiplash. 

“Cancel it. Stay with me tonight, please.” His plea sounds so heart wrenching. As if it might utterly ruin him if you left. 

“Steve, I can't just cancel, it's like 40 minutes.” Your wide eyes widen even more at his begging. 

“He’s not gonna give you what you need. He doesn't know you or get you like I do and no one ever will. It’s me and you and you know it.” It comes out in one breath, quick and hurried. He removes one hand from the bouquet and grabs for your own. You don't move away or even flinch at the touch. 

“What about Stella?” He could almost laugh at your question, how could you even think about that right now? It proves his point of you always being so thoughtful, even when he didn't deserve it. 

“Stella was never anything serious, nothing like us. I promise just cancel, we can talk everything out. I just need you here, with me.” His grip on your hand tightens, not wanting you to pull away. Almost as if the tighter he holds onto you the less likely you will leave. 

And after a minute of thinking all you do is nod. It’s enough of an answer for Steve as he elopes you in a hug, your arms immediately follow suit as they wrap around his neck. You can feel the leftover water from the flowers on your back and it makes you shutter. 

“You got me flowers?” You ask, letting go of the hug to get a good look at them. 

“Yeah, I wanted to say I'm sorry, for y’know, being a ass.” 

You look even prettier with his flowers in hand, it somehow matches your dress perfectly. As if you two were the ones that had a date and planned it all out. And maybe you should, you did get all dressed up. But for right now that seems quite far away. 

“I can't believe I’m canceling.” The laugh that comes out sounds genuine like the situation you're in was only possible in your dreams. 

“I can cancel for you if you want.” His hands on your hips feel so soothing and relaxing in this moment, like he was the perfect thing to ground you. 

“Yeah? You’re gonna tell Dean how I need to cancel because a much cuter boy came to my door with flowers?” Your arms revert to their spot around his neck, flowers in hand and all. 

“I mean it is the truth isn't it?” You throw your head back as you laugh, Steve pulls you closer and when you are face to face with him again your noses almost touch. 

“I’d hate to lie.” The smile you show is paired with a shrug. 

“Well, let's get to it honey.” Steve says letting you go, squeezing your hips lightly before letting you turn to go inside. 

Let’s just say Dean didn't really appreciate Steves message. 

[rhinorapscallion]

If I remember correctly there was a class in my West Virginia middle school history class that spent a great deal of time on WV's coal wars and the larger labor movement that it was a part of. I don't remember much of it other than a pro-union sharif of being offed by a bunch of corporate shills. But I do remember the "Lesson" that we are stronger if we band together as a collective, *unionized*. That's was the last class I took that I could say that lesson could be taken from. In 8th grade in the US.

I was shocked to hear that unionization is still taboo, that coworkers will see you differently if you even hint about wanting a union. How hard corporations fight it (Google: Starbucks Furry). I was appalled to hear of Walmart's "pro associate" bullshit.

We're bad at protesting because of privilege, but also because we have no fucking clue that we *can* make a difference via peaceful protest. Civil rights have been fought for since before the emancipation proclamation, and we still have very large issues with systemic racism today. Religious freedom is still a big "hot topic" issue even though it's written directly into our constitution. Hell, we have an entire non-profit (multiple acually) dedicated to fighting laws that disproportionately discriminate on the basis of religion. Our government can't even allow people to use she pronouns when they have a penis even though a majority of the people I meet don't give a shit about what's in someone else's pants. All of these issues have had protests at one point or another, some got violent, some were only barely noticed, and others were demonized.

If I didn't receive that lesson in 8th grade, where some movement somewhere actually *did* something, I old have no idea that something like the recent No Kings wasn't an exercise of futility. I know they can be, but at some point they'll be one that's not. But if I give up before participating, and others are in the same mindset, It will delay, or stop, the protest that'll actually matter.

That hope that was given to me in 8th grade by a single lesson, taught me that protesting *is* worth it, and that non-violent ones can win. But now, all I really hear about is "we don't need unions anymore because laws changed and we have osha" and "Martin Luther king helped end the racial inequalities, so we now have laws that fix systemic racism" without adding the very, very important thing that, no, we aren't done, we can still improve things, and if we stop the pressure, things almost always just get worse.

Education is our most powerful tool against what's going on in the US, unfortunately, we're losing it bit by bit and I see less and less people fighting for it and many fighting against it because of "anti-Christian propaganda" and other bullshit like that.

sorry but we cant be doing "americans are so bad at protesting bc of their education system" NO its bc we're all PRIVILEGED FUCKS dont get it twisted

[rhettrosunsets]

Just Acquaintances - Bob Floyd X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Bob Floyd X Rival Fem!Reader

Category: Rivals To Lovers. Slight Angst. Fluff.

Summary: You knew one thing, you didn't like Bob Floyd and he didn't like you, but when you got get assigned to Top Gun, thing's begin to change. Even if you keep claiming you're just acquaintances.

Based off this ask here!

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Warnings: Reader does wear a dress, there's a guy being an asshole at the bar and making suggestive comments about reader, Bob and reader have tension. Reader is very firey and want's to prove herself so badly. Inaccurate military knowledge. No use of Y/N. No description of readers looks.

Notes: Anon thank you so much for suggesting this! I had so much fun getting to write this, and I hope I did your ask justice. ❤️

You couldn’t even remember what your first argument was about during basic training.

It was probably something stupid. You always trying to prove your worth. You always wanted get the last word in, always wanting to succeed. And Bob Floyd always made that so much harder.

From that day forward, you knew one thing, and one thing only. You really didn’t like Bob Floyd. 

People were always shocked when you mentioned that fact. He was so polite, always a gentleman. He never raised his voice at anyone, even you. He took everything as it came, always so grounded, always so assured even if he didn’t boast about it. And it irked you like no other.

The two of you became rivals, always trying to one up the other. Something many people weren't used to seeing from Bob, always used to seeing the polite yet assured version of him. It was something all your peers tried to steer clear from when you two got into it.

You were so fiery, so sharp and always ready to take action as fast as you humanly could. You just wanted so badly to just prove yourself and you wouldn't stop at anything to do it. Bob was steadier, more grounded. He always thought things through and was more consistent with his results. You clashed constantly, or complimented each other depending on who you asked.

Your instructors always said that you brought out the best in each other, always pushing each other to the limit, testing each other like no one else quite could. You would’ve preferred peace and quiet, not new limits.

Eventually, time split the two of you apart as you got stationed to different bases and you couldn't have been more thankful. There were no goodbyes, no long hug’s, no more bickering, no more curt nods in hallways, no more pushing one another. Just orders and silence.

And maybe, just maybe, that should’ve been the end of you and Bob Floyd forever. Just a slight bookmark in one's path. But the universe seemed to have other plans. 

The moment you walked into The Hard Deck for the first time your heart sank.

There he was. The man you thought you'd never run into again.

Bob Floyd.

He looked up the same second you did, your eyes meeting. His eye’s seemingly doing a double take just as you had done a moment earlier. He gave you an unreadable stare, a distinct change from the polite smile he had while talking to the other aviators just a moment before you had walked in. 

It was the kind of look that always made you feel like he was thinking five steps ahead of you. The kind of look that made you feel like he always knew something you didn’t. The type of look you’ve missed.

“Lieutenant.” he greeted as you walked over with a curt nod of his head. You responded with a nod back, before muttering out a “Floyd.” In response.

Phoenix blinked between you two her eyes sensing the tension between you. "There's some history there.” she muttered to the rest of the aviators behind her, all watching the scene go down in front of them.

Hangman grinned widely before chuckling out “Exes?” as he nodded at the two of you.

You scoffed, while Bob seemingly choked on his drink before you muttered. “Absolutely not.”

Everyone else thought the tension was flirtatious, like it was a cat and mouse game you two had going. But you knew better, you knew that you and Bob Floyd didn’t even want to touch each other with a ten foot pole.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

Weeks had passed, you avoided him and he avoided you. It was like a truce compared to your training days. You expected this to all be over after the Uranium Mission. But then you all had gotten called into a briefing.A briefing telling you that the Dagger Squad was about to become permanent.

When the Dagger Squad became permanent, something started shifting between you and Bob Floyd. It was small things at first. He started holding the door open for you when you guys walked into the building at the same time. You stopped glaring at him when he got the final shot during trainings. He began to sit near you during lunch. You even laughed when he made a comment about Rooster's mustache.

You didn’t notice the way his eyes seemed to light up at the sound of your laugh and the sight of you throwing your head back because of something he had said.

But others began to notice, even if you didn't.

“We’re not enemies. We're just acquaintances, nothing less nothing more.” you told Natasha one night at The Hard Deck, and it was true. You don’t think you were ever enemies. Rivals, of course. But never truly enemies.

She raised her glass as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow and said “To progress, then.”

Then came the night where everything came crashing down at once.

You’d finished an absolutely brutal week of training, and you decided you just wanted to look nice and dress up for yourself. For once, you weren’t in a flight suit. Instead, you wore a cute outfit, a soft dress that you loved on yourself and how it makes you feel. You weren’t what anyone expected you to be tonight, you were just you. No flight suit, no expectations, just you wearing something that made you feel good and confident.

The Hard Deck was absolutely packed. The jukebox blared loudly and the rest of the squad besides Bob was already a few beers in. You were leaning against the bar, sipping on your drink and laughing with Fanboy when he showed up.

Some random guy in knock off aviators, with an ego so big you could feel it the moment he walked near you.

“You look like you could use company, pretty girl.” he said, sliding in to the chair next to you, way too close for comfort. You shifted your stance awkwardly trying to shuffle away from the man, politely nodding a soft smile before responding with a simple “I’m good, thank you.” before attempting to end the conversation then and there.

He ignored that entirely not taking the hint of you leaning away from him, as he leaned even closer to you his breath fanning your shoulder. “You sure? You got a smile that men would gladly go to war for sweetheart.”

You clenched your jaw your eyes darkening a bit, before trying one more time. “M’really not interested. I'd appreciate if you moved.”

And that’s when Bob appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

“You heard her” he said, his tone way too calm for the rage present in his eyes, and the way his hands where clenching into fists.

The guy scoffed with a laugh before sputtering out a “Who the hell are you? Her fucking babysitter?”

Bob stepped forward, his eye’s filled with something much stronger than anger. “I’m her squadmate. And I'm also someone who doesn’t like repeating himself, so I suggest you leave.” He said firmly, leaving no room for questions.

The dude held his hands up, walking away as he muttered something about "psychopathic aviators" and you being a bitch anyways.

The moment he was gone, you spun around to face Bob. “What the hell was that?” You exclaimed with your hands, your face morphed into something between hurt and anger. He blinked, taken aback by your intense reaction. “I was just trying-”

You cut him off

“I had it Bob, I didn’t need you stepping in like I’m fucking helpless!” You said harshly, your voice betraying you a bit as emotion seeped through.

“You didn’t look helpless” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “You looked uncomfortable, I just-”

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Bob.” You said loudly, your eyes welling up.

Bob looked like he’d been slapped as he saw your defeated face and welling eyes. The bar seemed to disappear from both of your ears. All that existed was the frustrated flush on your face, the tears in your eyes, and the regret already forming as you saw the way Bob’s jaw flexed.

He sighed loudly, before looking at you. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

You frowned confusing lining your features “What? What are you talking about Bob.”

“I like you” he said simply, like he didn’t just knock your breath away.

“I’ve always liked you. I just didn’t know how to act on it because we were always arguing. You’re so fucking smart and witty. You don’t take shit from anyone, but you’re one of the most kindhearted people I know, and it drives me insane knowing I've never been able to have you.” He said with a tone of voice that made it sure that you knew you couldn't argue with him on this.

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out as you stand there bewildered, your eyes glossy and wide.

“And I get it if you don’t feel the same” he said as he looked away from your confused expression. “But I wasn’t gonna stand there and let some asshole disrespect you. I couldn’t do that, you deserve so much better than an asshole like that. I know you can handle yourself, but he couldn’t get away with treating you like you were an object and not a human.”

And suddenly before you even knew it, your hands moved before your brain and you grabbed the sides of his face tilting it down toward yours.

His eyes widened just for a moment, before your lips crashed into his. It was years of tension, of stolen glances and arguing all combined into one. It was hot and aching and full of something you hadn’t even realized you needed to feel.

When you pulled back, your breath hitched as you looked at Bob, the both of you seemingly dazed. Bob laughed softly as his face still was dazed “So is that a yes?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close again. “That’s a shut up and let's do it again, Floyd.’”

And he did. Right there, in the middle of the Hard Deck with the whole Dagger Squad watching like it was a soap opera.

Hangman whistled loudly, before shouting a “I knew that wasn’t platonic!” While Phoenix raised a shot glass with a knowing smirk on her lips and yelled. “To not being acquaintances.”

You snorted softly before leaning back in and kissing Bob one last time, feeling his hands wrap around your waist.

Maybe you were more than just acquaintances after all.

[gothicfied]

Could u maybe write something about how the squid game characters would be with a reader who's insecure? 💛

Squid Game (S2/S3) Characters with an insecure reader

Featuring: Thanos / Player 230, Se-mi / Player 380, Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120, Nam-gyu / Player 124, Kang Dae-ho / Player 388, Park Min-su / Player 125, Kim Jun-hee / Player 222, Lee Myung-gi / Player 333

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and overdosing in Nam-gyu's part, reader is insecure about their body in most of the headcanons, gender neutral language for the reader so I'm sorry if I slipped up and it suggests otherwise at any point, other than that it's just comfort/fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: ASK IS A THOUSAND YEARS OLD but dude, I miss Season 2 so much, it was genuinely so whimsical compared to Season 3 ): Anyway, I feel like this got really weak towards the end. This took me like three days to write, sorry lolololol

Thanos / Player 230

જ⁀➴ Being in a relationship with Thanos, as he wants you to call him and always insists on it, isn't for the weak. He's outgoing, expressive, famous and you are.. well, you are you. Sometimes you think you're too boring for him and that he deserves someone much cooler than you, but you'd never voice your problems like that too him.

જ⁀➴ Thanos is, at first at least, very oblivious to your insecurities. To him, you are the most perfect person in the world, obviously, or else he wouldn't be in a relationship with you. He understands that, fundamentally, you are a very different type of person than him, so he chalks off your behavior as 'just being shy'.

જ⁀➴ The thought of not being enough for him keeps you up at night sometimes. You'd wander around in your shared apartment and maybe make yourself cereal in the middle of the night to at least be doing something. Occasionally, your boyfriend would wake up to sounds in the kitchen and hug you from behind when finding you there.

જ⁀➴ After a couple of weeks, even Thanos starts to get a bit concerned. You don't want to go out that much anymore and seem much more aloof than usual — What's up with that? He had to ask now.

જ⁀➴ After finding out what bothered you, since you couldn't keep your feelings bottled up anymore, he started to feel guilty (yes, he can actually feel bad for someone). Thanos hugged you very tightly that evening and tried to reassure you the best he could. Maybe he wasn't someone who was good with words, but he'd always shoe you his love through actions.

જ⁀➴ Random little gifts, songs or raps written just for you and obviously only about you, more compliments and co. were his way of expressing it. And, after a while, you started to feel better about your relationship, too.

Se-mi / Player 380

જ⁀➴ Se-mi is basically the cool girl every teenage girl always wanted to be. And you were the lucky person to call her your girlfriend. Her piercings, her hair, her style and especially her attitude were all so perfect — It was impossible to not fall in love with her. In return, she also thinks the world of you. "You're my reason to live." Se-mi would tell you sometimes.

જ⁀➴ But, seeing her with other people that seemed to match her vibe perfectly made you realize you might not be everything you thought you were. To her, at least. It seemed like she smiled more around her people, laughed more, talked more. Was it you? Were you the one that didn't fit in?

જ⁀➴ You tried finding solutions for your complicated feelings, because no one wants to have an insecure, jealous partner, right? But, you just couldn't force yourself to be more like her.. because that was just not you. It would be unnatural, unauthentic and pretty weird. You sulked more and more about it, making Se-mi notice aswell.

જ⁀➴ She'd beg you to talk to her about it, but you felt too embarrassed and shut her out. Genuinely, Se-mi chose you for a reason and you knew that very well, but you still couldn't shake the feeling that she would be better off dating someone with common interests or a common style.

જ⁀➴ One day, Se-mi basically forced you to tell her what the hell was wrong, since it was also kind of taking a toll on her, so you had to spit it out. She seemed rather suprised to hear about your insecurities, but didn't shame you for them, of course.

જ⁀➴ Se-mi decided to meet you in the middle and also try out some of the things you liked without acting so nonchalantly about it. Quickly, things turned back to normal, as the two of you communicated better with each other and Se-mi was more open about your relationship. She reassured you that you were the best partner she's ever had, that you were someone that healed her from past trauma and that she loved you the way you are.

Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120

જ⁀➴ In the beginning, Hyun-ju was definitely the more insecure between the two of you. She's a trans woman after all — It wouldn't be accepted everywhere and she understood that completely. But, when she met you and you made her feel loved and validated, she was definitely way more confident than before. Hyun-ju is a strong person, in more ways than one and you were proud of her every step along the way.

જ⁀➴ That didn't mean you weren't insecure yourself, though. All your life you've been dealing with self-image issues you just can't seem to get rid of. The beauty standards are high and you were convinced that everyone around you was lying when they said you were actually really pretty.

જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju, as empathetic as she is, immediately picked up on the problem as soon as you guys moved in together. She didn't know what to do at first: Should she ask you about it? Should she actively do something? Or should she just passively reasure you more by giving you more compliments and showing her love through actions? Or— Or maybe, she was just overthinking it.

જ⁀➴ The easiest thing was: Asking. So she did. And at first you responded with "No, no, it's nothing." But after a few more interrogating questions by her, you cracked. Admittedly, Hyun-ju was shocked about how you talked about yourself, because she couldn't fathom anyone ever thinking like that about you. You're beautiful, funny and smart... she didn't expect you to struggle with your self-image.

જ⁀➴ You didn't plan on crying that night, but you didn anyway when hearing you girlfriend talk so sweetly about you. After a hug and a kiss, you immediately felt better and promised her to voice your insecurities more, so she could prove them wrong everytime.

Nam-gyu / Player 124

જ⁀➴ Nam-gyu is definitely the most unhinged boyfriend you've ever had. You met him one night in the nightclub he worked at after you went there to celebrate your friend's birthday and fell in love with him instantly. You learned to live with his flaws, but you didn't tolerate his drug use — To this day Nam-gyu keeps calling you 'his savior' because he's convinced he would've died to an accidental overdose if you hadn't come into his life.

જ⁀➴ Your relationship was near perfect, the only thing that bothered you was that he still worked at that hell they called The Pentagon. Not only because he was surrounded by potential relapse opportunities, but also because.. well, because of the girls there. You saw what kind of people went in and out of there the night you were at your friend's birthday and you also knew how young men liked to talk about women. Doesn't matter if they're taken or not.

જ⁀➴ You tried making yourself feel better by ignoring it, because you knew Nam-gyu wasn't a cheater... right? You did bring up his job multiple times and told him to quit, because the circumstances in a nightclub were not great anyway. Your boyfriend undertstood your concerns, but couldn't help feeling like there was an underlying reason.. but, he wasn't good at reading people, so he didn't persuade you or anything.

જ⁀➴ One evening, just before he was leaving for work, he overheard you on your phone with your sister as you complained about exactly what you felt insecure about. And then it clicked in him. Nam-gyu thought it was so sweet that you cared so much about his well being, but his heart did crack a bit when hearing you talk about the possibility of him cheating.

જ⁀➴ After you hung up, he carefully knocked on your door frame and asked if you could talk. Oh no, he overheard everything, didn't he? But, it turned out to not be so bad talking about your feelings after all. Nam-gyu agreed with you and basically quit his job the next day, because he couldn't bear to see his love be insecure about anything.

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho is the definition of the best boyfriend ever. He's probably the most caring and sweet person you've ever met and you were convinced you were going to marry him. And he gave you the same love right back: Cuddling with you even though you have to get up for work, buying you flowers randomly every week, calling you beautiful every time he saw you... that wasn't princess treatment for him, that was the bare minimum.

જ⁀➴ Even though you heard all this things about yourself from him, you couldn't help but always find something wrong with your appearance. Beauty standards everywhere werr tough, especially on women and you couldn't quite seem to catch up with them. Every day you'd open instagram to find a new insecurity taking over the platform, filled with people trying to give ridiculous tips on how to get rid of them.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, being the good boyfriend he was, always dragged you away from the mirror whenever you said something like "My nose is way to big" or "Do you think I should get lip filler?" because no. No, he didn't think that. The only thing he thought about all day was your (natural) beauty and he couldn't stand seeing you pick at yourself almost every day.

જ⁀➴ "Social media is ruining you, honey." Was the phrase you heard more often than not. In a way, he meant it lightheartedly, since he didn't want to invalidate your feelings just because your complaints were objectively wrong. You knew Dae-ho only wanted the best for you and you appreciated him being so supportive of you.

જ⁀➴ No, but seriously. There was nothing wrong with you. Whenever you said you were insecure about a part of your body, Dae-ho would kiss that exact spot a million times while telling you the exact opposite: There's nothing wrong with you, because you are perfect the way you are and he loves you for that.

Park Min-su / Player 125

જ⁀➴ Even though Min-su can come off as vulnerable and delicate because of his shyness and his habit of avoiding confrontation, he is most certainly the opposite in yout relationship. He's kind, calm and collected (like always), but he's also very mature about things you didn't expect. At first you thought he was just navigating through life cluelessly, but Min-su soon proved that he was a better afult than you were.

જ⁀➴ That also ties into your relationship: He dates to marry, so you can be sure that he takes any hardships quite seriously. And that also applies to any struggles you may have with yourself. It doesn't matter what you're insecure about, he'd never think of it a stupid or silly and he'd always try his best to make you feel more comfortable.

જ⁀➴ Whatever it takes, Min-su would do it: Talk it out, find solutions together, try making you feel more loved throughout the day. At first he thought maybe it was something that he was doing, maybe because he wasn't putting enough effort into the relationship, but you clarified it right away.

જ⁀➴ Past relationships of yours ended badly, so he learned, and now you were just so used to being treated badly and walking around eggshells around your partners. It was maybe a bit strange and foreign to have someone like Min-su by your side and you just had to get used to it.

જ⁀➴ Min-su loves you dearly and will definitely show that everyday. A simple "I love you" doesn't always cut it for him, so be prepared to be showered in gifts or random acts of service. Very quickly, you notice you aren't overly insecure about yourself anymore and you finally realize what a healthy relationship looks like.

Kim Jun-hee / Player 222

જ⁀➴ If there's one thing Jun-hee hates in this world, it's definitely seeing you being insecure about yourself. You'd often complain about your looks in a more jokingly way and the two of you have a laugh about it later when she convinces you that nothing's wrong with you, but she always feels that there's an underlying truth about what you're saying.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee wouldn't directly ask, mostly because she wouldn't really know how to comfort you or anything, but she was still good at making you feel loved. More often than not you'd find little notes on the fridge or on your bedside table saying things like "Love you, can't wait to see you later" among other things. She'd leave them before going to work, since she had to wake up earlier than you.

જ⁀➴ At some point you started writing those little notes back, putting one in her bag or sticking them to the bathroom mirror. It became like a ritual for the two of you, which always cheered you up, especially if one of you had a bad day. Neither Jun-hee nor you would actually mention the notes, but it was an unspoken rule to write one back if you got one.

જ⁀➴ Little things like this definitely helped you feel more confident about yourself, since it was really nice knowing you had someone that loved you unconditionally. You woke up looking forward to finding a little yellow sticky note (sometimes even stuck onto your forehead) and Jun-hee's words always defeated any insecurities you carried around with you.

Lee Myung-gi / Player 333

જ⁀➴ Dating a famous youtuber has more downsides than upsides is what you learned very quickly. You weren't familiar with Myung-gi's online persona "MG Coin" at first and you had just gotten to know him at a random coffee shop. When things between the two of you started to get serious, though, he had to explain to you how he makes money... Yeah, advertising crypto currency.

જ⁀➴ At first you didn't care much, because at the end of the day you loved your boyfriend. He's caring and sweet, ready to sacrifice anything when it comes to you — That apparently also applied to his, weirdly high amount, of fangirls. They'd literally die for Myung-gi and were not very fond to find out he had a partner now.

જ⁀➴ The fact that people online started commenting on you, your clothes, hair, likes and dislikes, interests, the way you talk... it all made you feel very insecure, very fast. It was like you couldn't exist without being watched everywhere, like you couldn't post anything couple related without being torn to shreds by people you didn't even know.

જ⁀➴ Myung-gi wasn't blind and immediately caught on what was happening. Whatever he did to try and combat it, some idiots would still continue and that's just how the world was — But, he was ready to accept a break up if it was too much for you, even if it wasn't easy. Myung-gi sat you down one evening and poured his whole heart out, telling you how much he loves you and how he'd do anything for you, but that he couldn't bear seeing you get hurt.

જ⁀➴ Obviously you stayed with him. And eventually you learned how to ignore opinions of people you didn't care about. Myung-gi was never afraid to show you off and you shouldn't be afraid being shown off, because, at the end, you were his partner. Not anyone else.

[thesoftboiledegg]

The writers' choice to stray away from B-plots in recent seasons has been controversial. Some people have criticized this decision because it means we spend less time with the other characters. Personally, I've enjoyed it because it gives us more time to focus on the main story--and man, as far as B-plots go, I REALLY wish this episode didn't have one.

The Earth World subplot was creative enough, and I'll admit that it was nice to see the whole Smith family in an episode for a change. But every time the story veered away from the Beths, I couldn't wait to return to their adventures. We've only got 20 minutes to spare, and their story is so much more interesting than a goofy subplot that doesn't reveal anything new about the characters.

Well, maybe it revealed a little about Morty. "I'm not gonna shit on it too hard because I know you'd punish me." Ouch. No matter how much Rick changes, the memory of his past abuse still lingers.

And the Beths have a lot of complicated memories, too. "The CuRicksous Case of Bethjamin Button" is a solid episode, but I wish we had time to really dive into their sadness, grief, frustration and contradictory feelings toward their father and each other. Without it, the happier scenes at the end don't completely feel "earned."

In any case, I hope this is the start of something bigger. This show has underutilized Beth for far too long.

I was glad to see two women credited as the head writers for this episode (Heather Anne Campbell and Jess Lacher) because they'd truly understand the weirdness of girlhood. As a former weird girl myself, this episode nailed it. Little girls are loud, rowdy, creative, daring and ambitious, but despite it all, we crave our parents' love and approval.

Beth, of course, is a little rowdier than most girls. I wish we'd learned more about her childhood because it's still fairly muddy. She's violent like her father, but the show keeps implying that he was kinder when he was younger, so was Beth just vicious on her own? Or are we getting the wrong impression about Rick? Or did something else happen? It's still a mystery.

Beth and Space Beth's dynamic is intriguing because they respect and care for each other, but they also see each other's worst traits in themselves, so they often end up at each other's throats. Still, they always end up reconciling because nobody understands them as well as they do. They have such different lives, and yet they ended up in the exact same mental state.

At the start, it was nice to see them acknowledge that they can't keep blaming Rick for everything. He fucked up, but they're adults who make their own decisions--well, until they get into the de-aging machine, I guess. After Rick happily lived as a child in "Cryo Mort a Rickver," we've had two episodes in a row about age regression. Don't let Rick de-age himself, because he might not want to change back.

When the Beths started raising hell in a seemingly aimless A-plot and the B-plot kept Rick away from the house, I figured we'd miss our chance to see Rick interact with his little girl. But nope, the writers had a pleasant surprise in store: Rick leaving the trip early to confront his daughters alone.

That decision resulted in some juicy character scenes. The Beths take advantage of Rick's genuine fatherly concern to trap him in the machine and turn him into a 360-year-old geezer, then proceed to kick his ass. Inevitably, their glee melts into tears. And finally, the show addresses something that's driven me crazy for ages: Rick tells the Beths that he never left them.

I've always hated how Rick apparently told them off-screen, and it didn't seem to affect the way the family treated him. The Smiths insulted him for YEARS, thinking he abandoned his daughter, and we just...never find out how they reacted to the truth? This episode doesn't totally rectify that, but at least we see Beth admit that she needs to blame somebody, and he's the only Rick available.

Beth tries to protect herself with an icy exterior, but in the end, she's just a lonely little girl who wants her father's love. Her biological father is gone, but after all these years, the Rick who stayed is finally ready to give it to her.

I would've preferred this episode without a B-plot, but I'll admit that Summer and Jerry loudly ruining Rick's moment with the Beths was hilarious. This is still the Sanchez/Smith family, after all. They might be changing, but they're always up for wacky sci-fi hijinks--and poor Gene keeps getting caught in the way.

[whampersan]

Pride Month be ending but Pride never ends!

stupid lesbian headcanons base purely on these fits:

Eiden: the lesbian who is everyones ex but in the best way ever. She still checks in and even sends love on your dogs birthday (Rin even tho i didn't draw: also everyones ex but in the worst way. everyone has a story)

Aster: you have 3 solid dates with her. you pay for dinner and everything she "hints" at wanting. you think its going great until she ghosts and blocks you. you'll hear from her in 4 years time when she wants something

Morvay: has hooked up with anyone and everyone in typical lesbian fashion, exes hooking up with exes. you see her everywhere you don't want to. she will always see you though and run up for a hi. stupid messy drama. post terrible thirst traps at 2am from the 24hour gym.

Yakumo: country lesbian, no people skills but everyone loves her. bully her and you'll have at least 7 dykes at your house ready to kill you

Edmond: girl whose first date is a 5 hour hike in the mountains, unprompted while she is in the tightest jeans, you dying from dehydration in two different ways. only shops at lulu lemon.

Olivine: she would eat you out in the church bathrooms while the taste of communion was still on her tongue. cute about it

Quincy: the big fat dyke who you call over to help you fix something, but she is already there fixing it before you found the fault, she helped herself to your beer. cap stays on during sex

Kuya: the intimidating lesbian at the bar, you're scared to make eye contact with her, eyes in very much contact with tits tho

Garu/Karu: soccer lesbian

Blade: whimsy lesbian, also on the go lesbian, try to keep up lesbian, in 3 different countries in the same day lesbian

Dante: THE AWKWARD LESBIAN BUT EVERYONE LOVES HER. newly out baby dyke. (literally my favourite images from the official set. like that is a dyke and i would flirt with her because i want to see her as red as her hair)

Rei: shout out to that girl in the philippines that almost hit me with her motorbike, flirted with me so i couldnt get mad and bought me a drink, whatever type of fag that is

Jeans Dates!

Full line up below!

without the chibis because i hate drawing chibis

[ceyanabbiolo]

PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [19]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: angst

wc: 3108

Chapter 19: Watch My Heart Burn

The second the door closed behind Matt, the air shifted. It was like the whole apartment went quiet. 

I didn’t want him to go—not just because I loved him, but because now I was truly alone.

Noah still wasn’t looking at me. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, his jaw locked, body angled away like he couldn’t even stand to be near me.

“Noah…” I said quietly. My voice barely carried across the room, but I knew he heard it. I could feel the sting building behind my eyes again, that familiar ache I’d been trying to fight off all night.

He didn’t move. Didn’t answer.

I took a shaky breath, stepping closer. “Noah.”

Still, nothing. His silence was louder than if he’d screamed at me again. 

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen like this. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Finally, he turned. Just slightly. Enough for me to see his face—tired, angry, and worst of all, hurt.

“You didn’t want to tell me,” he said, voice cold. “That’s the difference.”

I felt the tears break past my lashes, but I nodded anyway, because maybe he was right, maybe I was just scared.

Scared of losing Matt and him. 

“Noah, I love him,” I whispered. “I didn’t lie to hurt you.”

He scoffed, eyes sharp. “Yeah, well, it did.”

I swallowed hard, my voice barely holding steady.

“Noah,” I said again, gentler this time. “Is this… about Mom and Dad too?”

He flinched.

His shoulders tensed, and I saw his jaw twitch before he turned away again, running a hand through his hair.

I blinked fast, trying to keep the tears at bay. “You can’t keep blaming me for that.”

“I don’t,” he said quickly—but it didn’t sound convincing. He turned back toward me, eyes red-rimmed but furious. “I don’t blame you for the accident, Daphne. Not really. But do you know what it’s like to be seventeen and suddenly have to raise your little sister? While you screamed and cried and begged me to make it stop and I had no idea how?”

I stared at him, frozen.

“I didn’t even get to grieve,” he continued, voice cracking now. “Because I was too busy holding you together. I missed college tours. I stayed here. I gave up so much—and I’d do it all again, because you’re my sister. But don’t stand there and act like I don’t get to be angry sometimes.”

Tears spilled freely down my cheeks now. I didn’t even try to stop them.

“I never asked you to give all that up,” I said quietly. “I never wanted you to.”

“But I did!” he snapped. “Because I had to. Because we didn’t have anyone else. And now, all these years later, you go behind my back with him? My best friend? And you think this doesn’t reopen everything?”

“I didn’t do it to hurt you,” I whispered. “I just…”

I didn't really know what to say. 

His expression cracked for a moment, like he was about to say something, but didn’t.

He shook his head and looked away, jaw clenched tight.

“I don’t know what hurts more,” he said finally. “That you didn’t trust me… or that you thought I wouldn’t want you to be happy.”

I took a small step toward him.

“Noah…” I whispered. “I do trust you. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Noah raked a hand through his hair, frustration spilling over.

He glanced at me, then turned his gaze away, his jaw tightening.

"After everything—the trial, what he did to you—I just thought you'd end up with someone... safer."

His voice wavered slightly at the end, like even admitting it cost him something.

I looked down. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to decide what safe looks like for me.”

He laughed bitterly. “Daph, I was there. I fought for you. I sat through those court hearings. I watched you fall apart for months. You couldn’t even look at another guy.”

“Noah,” I said, quietly but firmly, “you fought for me in court. You fought everyone but me. You never asked me how I was actually doing. Not once.”

He blinked, as if I’d slapped him. “That’s not fair, Daphne.”

“It’s the truth,” I said. “You helped get Carter in jail, but you were never my brother at that moment. You never sat beside me just to ask if I was okay.”

Noah’s face twisted, as if my words hit somewhere raw. 

“How can you say that?” he snapped. “Do you even know how hard that year was for me? I was trying to juggle my first year of law school while fighting your case, while making sure that bastard got locked up. I was doing everything I could!”

My stomach churned, and the anger I had been holding back started to rise.

 “Yeah? And what about me, Noah?” My voice cracked as I stepped forward. “What about what I went through?”

He blinked, stunned into silence.

“You never asked if I was okay. Not once.” The words poured out like water breaking through a dam. “You were fighting for me in court, yeah—but no one was fighting for me in here.” I placed my hand over my heart. “I was falling apart, and nobody even looked. I lost all my friends. Everyone thought I was weird for being quiet all of a sudden. Everything changed, I changed—and you didn’t even notice.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Tears burned in my eyes. “I was sad, Noah. I was so damn sad. And I felt like I had to carry it alone, while everyone applauded you for going to a prestigious school.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I let out a shaky breath.

“You know what? I wouldn’t have studied in London if it wasn’t for my guidance counselor stepping in at the last minute,” I said, my voice low but full of something sharp. “She saw how messed up I was. She chased after me, and wrote my reference letter herself because no one else did or cared. Not even you.”

Noah’s face fell, and for a second, I almost felt bad. Almost.

“I was surviving, Noah. Barely.”

My voice cracked. “I needed you. As my brother.”

Noah’s shoulders sank. His voice was lower now, like the weight of everything was finally catching up to him. “I didn’t know how to talk about that stuff with you,” he admitted, eyes fixed on the floor. “It made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say—what if I said the wrong thing? I didn’t want to make it worse.”

I stared at him, my arms folded tightly across my chest. “Well, yeah,” I said quietly. “Welcome to my world. I’ve been uncomfortable with myself for years, Noah.”

He looked up at me slowly.

“I couldn’t even look at my own reflection without feeling sick. I hated my body, I hated being touched, I hated how scared I was all the time, and I had no one to say that to. You think you were uncomfortable?” My voice broke. “I’ve lived in discomfort since it happened.”

I wiped angrily at the tears slipping down my cheeks before adding,

“Until Matt.”

Noah’s gaze softened, but there was still a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

“Yeah, but Matt doesn’t know everything, Daphne. I don’t want him to leave you because you’re still healing.”

I shook my head, voice steady despite the ache inside me.

“You think he’ll leave?”

He looked me in the eye, firm. “He’s my best friend. He’s a good guy. But I know him.”

I took a breath, steadying myself.

“Well… you’re wrong, because he didn’t leave.”

My brother's eyes widened, shock creeping across his face. 

“Wait... Matt knows? You told him?”

My silence spoke volumes, and Noah blinked, clearly stunned.

"Since when?”

I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “December.”

Noah said nothing, the weight of the revelation hanging heavily between us. I could tell he was processing the information.

I took a shaky breath and pressed on.

“And you know what he did, Noah?” I looked into his eyes, searching for some sign of understanding. “He stayed with me. Held me all night, telling me I was okay—that I wasn’t broken.”

I saw something shift in his expression—a mix of surprise and something softer, maybe guilt or regret.

“I didn’t expect him to do all that,” I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “All I ever wanted was for someone to just ask if I was alright. Like I wanted you to ask.”

Noah’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked away, struggling with the words he wasn’t saying.

Noah finally met my eyes again, his voice low and hesitant. “I’m sorry, Daphne. I should’ve been there… I should’ve asked.”

A pang of guilt flashed across his face, but his next words surprised me. 

“I’m sorry, I was scared too—scared that if I asked, I’d hear something I couldn’t fix.”

I shook my head slowly. 

“You don’t have to fix me, Noah. To be fair, I don’t even think Matt can fully. I just needed you to see me. To care enough to ask.”

He walked over to the couch in silence, sinking into the cushions with a heaviness I couldn’t ignore. I followed, sitting beside him, close but not touching.

“Noah,” I said softly, “he put me in therapy.”

His eyes cut to me, brows furrowed. “Therapy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Out of his own pocket. He didn’t even tell me he was paying for it at first.”

Noah didn’t respond. The air between us felt thick, heavy with things neither of us knew how to say.

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting slightly.

“He’s been so patient with me… so kind. He does this thing where he calls me around ten every night if we’re not together. Just to check if I want to fall asleep on the phone with him. So I don’t go to sleep feeling… alone.”

A small smile ghosted across my lips, just thinking about it. But I straightened quickly, trying not to let it show too much.

When I glanced at Noah again, his expression was unreadable. Then he spoke.

“You love him?”

The question caught me off guard, not because it wasn’t true, but because hearing it out loud felt so real.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah… I do.”

His eyes searched mine for a long moment. Then his voice dropped, quiet but heavy.

“Then why hide it, Daph? Why let me find out on my own—by walking in on—” He stopped himself, jaw clenching as the image flickered in his head. “You know.”

I felt the warmth rush to my cheeks, my stomach twisting with embarrassment. But I didn’t look away

“I take full blame for that,” I said quietly. “I was the one who didn’t want to tell you right away.”

Noah scoffed, bitter and sharp. “You don’t have to protect him, Daphne.”

I shook my head firmly, meeting his gaze.

“No—really. He wanted to tell you the moment it became real between us. He’s been pushing me for weeks. You don’t even know how many arguments we’ve had about it.”

Noah’s jaw clenched, but the anger in his eyes wavered, replaced with something more conflicted—hurt, maybe.

“So why didn’t you?” he asked, his voice low. “Why lie to me? Why let me feel like an idiot?”

My shoulders sank, the weight of it all pressing down.

“Because I didn’t know how you’d react. Because I knew this—right now—would happen. That you’d think the worst. That you’d be disappointed in me. And… I didn’t want to lose you either.”

He looked away, swallowing hard.

“You’re my sister, Daph. You never had to choose between me and being happy. I just… I didn’t see it coming. You and Matt.”

“I didn’t either,” I whispered. “But he’s been good to me, Noah. Better than I ever expected from anyone, and I love him. He loves me.”

He looked at him, a quiet understanding finally reaching his eyes. 

Noah looked at me, really looked at me this time, and something in his expression finally softened. A quiet understanding flickered behind his eyes, breaking through the tension that had sat between us all evening.

“I think…” he started, voice rough, “I just have to accept that you’re not a kid anymore, Daph.”

His eyes glistened suddenly, catching the light—and catching me completely off guard.

“You’re all grown up,” he said, barely above a whisper. “You have been for a long time… if I’m being honest.”

He exhaled, the breath shaky, like he was trying to hold himself together.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, voice cracking. “I guess I just thought… if you really didn’t need me anymore, then maybe there wouldn’t be a place for me in your life.”

Without thinking, I reached for his hand and held it tightly between mine.

“No—Noah,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, “I’ll always need you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

“You’re my annoying brother. My pain-in-the-ass brother… and I’ll always need you.”

A small laugh escaped him, and he gave a watery smile.

I gave his hand another squeeze. “And… we’re each other’s only family.” 

Noah gave me a small, wavering smile before suddenly pulling me into a tight hug.

I sank into it without hesitation, my arms wrapping around him as I pressed my face into his shoulder. He held me like he used to when we were kids. 

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were glassy again, but he gave a small nod, like he was making peace with something inside himself.

“I just… I need a bit of time to process everything, alright?” he said, standing slowly and wiping his face “Not mad. Just… overwhelmed.”

“I get it,” I whispered, nodding gently.

He gave me a final, reassuring glance before turning and heading down the hallway to his room, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

I lingered for a moment, standing alone in the silence.

Then I quietly made my way to my room, my heart feeling a little lighter than before. 

After closing the door behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, exhaling deeply. The conversation with Noah had left me emotionally drained, but also oddly lighter. For the first time in a long while, things felt… okay.

I moved to my nightstand, glancing at the clock. 9:57 PM.

A small smile tugged at my lips. 

Almost ten.

Without a second thought, I picked up my phone and hit Matt’s name in my favorites. It rang once, then went straight to voicemail.

I blinked. 

That was weird.

Matt always answered my calls. Always. Especially at this time. It was like our thing.

Maybe he was in the shower. I waited a minute, then called again.

Straight to voicemail. Again.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, the smile slipping slowly from my face.

Frowning now, I typed out a quick text:

Daphne: Hey, are you home? Daphne: Just wanted to hear your voice before bed <3 Daphne: Noah calmed down a bit

I stared at the screen, waiting for the delivered check mark to turn into “Read.” But it didn’t.

Minutes passed. Then an hour. Still no reply. No callback. Nothing.

A knot began forming in my stomach.

I opened his contact, pressed “info,” and tapped his location. My heart beat faster.

Last seen: 8:41 PM 

I stared at it, confused. The address didn’t look familiar. It wasn’t anywhere he usually went. It was some random street about five minutes away from his house. 

I sat frozen, staring at Matt’s location like it might change if I just waited long enough.

But it didn’t.

It stayed the same. That unfamiliar street. That quiet stillness. No texts. No calls. Nothing.

A tight ache settled in my chest—the kind that came with not knowing, with overthinking, with fear you didn’t want to name yet.

I tossed my phone on the nightstand and stood, suddenly overwhelmed. I changed into an oversized hoodie and soft pajama shorts, movements sluggish and quiet, like I was trying not to wake something inside me.

Climbing into bed, I pulled the blanket up to my chin and stared at the ceiling, my mind racing through every possibility.

What if he just forgot? What if his phone died? But Matt never forgot. He would never leave me hanging like this.

I turned onto my side, hugging my pillow to my chest.

Eventually, the emotions, the conversation with Noah, and now this—finally dragged me under. My eyes fluttered shut, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

7:03 AM

The shrill vibration of my phone cut through the quiet, pulling me from sleep. I groaned, blindly reaching toward my nightstand, my eyes barely open.

I didn’t check the caller ID.

“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice thick and groggy.

“Daphne?”

I blinked, the voice on the other end pulling me fully awake.

“Aurora?”

My body instantly tensed, the tone in her voice making my heart skip. Something was off—too quiet, too careful.

“Hey… I’m sorry to call you this early.”

There was a strange shakiness in her voice. My fingers gripped the phone tightly.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She didn’t answer right away. That silence set my nerves on fire. I didn’t know what to expect. 

“Aurora?” I pressed.

There was a rustling sound, like she was pacing or fidgeting.

“Chris was going to call your brother, but he’s… he’s freaking out right now, so I thought it was better if I just called you instead.”

A nervous laugh escaped me, though it sounded more like a question than anything else. 

“Is Chris okay?”

I heard her swallow. Hard. 

“Listen, love,” she said softly, her voice shaking more now. “I need you to stay calm, alright?”

My chest tightened.

“Aurora, what’s going on?”

She swallowed hard, her breath shaky as if forcing out a secret she wished she could take back.

“Matt… he was in a motorcycle accident last night.”

The words hit me like a thunderclap. My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat, and the room seemed to tilt beneath me.

No...no. Matt would never be careless

He’s too experienced for that.

I barely managed to choke out,

“What…?”

Her voice came again, low and urgent.

“It’s bad, Daphne. Really bad.”

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[the-toxic-tarot-reader]

Hey Sexies, Sex Life Pick A Pile Reading 18+

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

So this is sexual life read, I know you can already see so many goddamn paragraphs in front of you, but trust me its just me holding space for you guys, cause I know triggers and I want you all to take your time before grabbing all your eggs in the basket. Be patient and remain calm as this reading is not meant for everyone.

To all my queer babies, I am straight person, please hold some space for me, this read is open to imagination, add fingering, anal, toys wherever you like. Consider this as your own personal space.

Also just a little request and heads up, this reading came into fruition because of not just me but your energy as well. Thank you for coming here, and bringing your energy, just want to say that do not direct your sexual energies in my direction. Its your energy, you can use this reading to spruce up your imagination, but be mindful of directing it towards me. I have heard and experienced many cases of evil eye, toxic tarot readers and energy harvesters already. I just need you to be mindful of where you direct your sexual energy to.

Minors Do Not Interact, and seriously I am very serious about this, your impressionable minds really shouldn't be reading this.

If you are in an abusive relationship currently, please do not engage with my reading today.

The series of pile reading can contain a lot of talk about rough play and bdsm. This can be triggering for some and also highly manipulative for others especially if you are someone obsessed with Divine Feminine or Divine Masculine, I don't want you to tolerate some sort of sexual advances that can be highly abusive to you, yet you make-believe yourself through this read that abuse masked as love is what a divine partner would do to you. Also this is no double standard against all such people who believe in those things, but this is a reading about sex life not your typical future spouse reading, so do not come here with a rope of expectation of one person only, its a sex life read so there can be many people.

Also for people who know and understand their sexual style, but had only one person as their past relationship who ended up being abusive to you, the people channeled here aren't them, they can be your future partners or you yourself, but if it does feels like them, I would like you to take a break and hold some space for yourself, and understand what state of mind you are in right now, if you still feel like your sexual preference is something that's actively controlled by this abusive person in your mind's reality, then please pause and take a break from this read.

And for others who didn't have any past abusive partners yes specific people did came through, but they can be referred to more than one person. Also this read is meant to be an appreciation of your sexual nature than what people expect of you, be very mindful of the difference between labelling and resonating. This reading is not meant to justify abuse done by degenerates, so be very mindful of that.

How does your eating style affect people?

Pile 1 -----> Pile 2

Pile 3------> Pile 4

Pile 1

You make them question, who they are, what their type actually is, cause whatever you and your type is, it is something they didn't know they wanted it until you came into their life. Their dick/pussy wants to tell them how much they like it, but their heart and minds, can't seem to agree. But the greed, the instant heat once they see you, they go feral, they hate you but that's what they like about it, you make them go crazy and wanna fuck you like bonkers, hooters if anything else. They wanna fuck you so hard that they make themselves surge or trick you in their dungeon through kindness just to fuck you rough. I heard "fallen grace". they wanna make you fall from grace, you can be an angel to everyone on the outside, but they want to taint, make addicted to their cock/pussy sex. They could be gossipers, would crave to taste your mouth and every word you say, they would tattle tales on you, confide in you in silence. Would never accept the pull and their lust for you, but want to fuck you so hard right now. If they could keep fucking till the night ends, they will. They fall for you so abruptly.

"You make me wanna do you more"

Your eating style is the one they do when you fight, rough, evasive, sending pleasures and thrills down the throat kind. They want to rough fuck your face every single time you get angry at them. Their dick/ pussy wants you growling at them. Don't get me wrong, if you need any help or don't have a place to stay, they are more than likely to take you in their humble abode but with their own agenda in mind and you know what that is. They want you to shower in front of them, N-A-K-E-D. All clothes lying on floor. Sitting on their dining table, with you and all of you in front of them, they wanna savor it, eat it cause its so divine. "Ah ha! So Divine". They are swimming in pleasure.

Your tongues is a gateway to Divine, the power source, that's what they feel for you. You re-energise them, give them back this energy they never felt in all those years of their life. You are their light. Ever since you left them, they are wondering where is all my energy gone, not realizing it was you re-energizing their energy.

"

My heart's on the line

We've got an audience

I'm running, I'm running I'm running, I'm running

You're the moon and I'm the tide"

Liam Miller's Love and Devotion

Seems you ran back to them after some break up or chaos and immediately the friction is sensed, you both are embroiled in an argument, the heat takes over, nothing can stop this anymore..... this breakup sex is all you need. I see them sitting on one legged rotating chair, a sofa or couch or even a seat in theatre, you block their view, sit on or in front of their face while they are watching something important, block their view, now they are pissed and blast, fucking starts, it doesn't matter if everyone in the theatre is looking, you are pounding or getting pounded on by them, and they won't stop till you cum or make them cum......

Some of you embody that slender eyed Jennifer Wingett beauty, so seductive, so sexy, yet so graceful, men want to make you fall from that grace, to see that inner baddie within you. They love you in your sarees if you own any. A lot of songs came through from this person, you or they could be pianist, singer, musician. Dang there are weird stepsister concept roleplay you or they could be into. You will always be their muse, no matter what you say. It gives me a lot of cat energy, Ashlesha, Dhanishtha, Purva Bhadrapada and Punarvasu could be significant. This could traced back if you knew your birth time. Cow yoni, Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Bhadrapada could be significant. I am getting all the Uttara nakshatra, including Uttara Ashadha, I feel like you guys are result oriented people.

And maybe they like that about you, that you start what you finish no matter how much they try to hold back ecspecially when they are holding back their cum.

"I have heard, I have heard this too many times, you are just so beautiful and whimsical, you bring me the daylight, I'm afraid of your love and devotion, I'm afraid for your love, Take heaven and back to hell"

This is Liam Miller's song but I kind of changed it to express their feelings. This is what's happening with them, they push and pull with your energy. You are someone so out of their league that they can't even define it. Its something else, they are not the type to feel this way about anyone, but you are such a charming suave, they are vehement over you, in a competitive way. They have never seen someone sway or completely outshine them the way you do. So they are charmed and alarmed by you at the same time. Now someone's name could be Bai Lu and also Bai Lu is a stunning actress from China. Just like her, your work ethic is incomparable and you stand out not only as a beauty but your work as well. They could be so jealous, obsessive yet smitten by you all at the same time. "You did something to them", they are so tragically in love with you . They described you as HOT, whimsical, studious and re-energizing at the same time. You have this young Maiden's energy, always curious, like a butterfly, flying from one poppy flower to another. Now poppy flower has opium in it, so I feel like your taste or addictions change rapidly. They desire to be one of them. All your ex's might want you so bad, yet cannot openly say it, its cause you choose them, they want to be chosen by you. And that's why there's this vehemency being directed at you. People can try to be forceful with you at times only satisfy their ego and themselves only to realize, you won't even choose them. Your skills outshine their talents so you power play your way up the top to keep egoistic fools from dimming your light by outsmarting them.

You are really playful and casual with your energy as well and people either hate it or love it, but something about someone like you who feels so much pressure from people around you for seeming so intimidating 🙄to them, not that you actually are, this energy of casualness adds its charm to you. You make it look so simple and easy when its a lot of work. People see this and underestimate your power and then get played by their ego, hurt themselves and then take their anger out on you which isn't fair to you. And sometimes it reflects on your sexual life as well where the ones who treat you right (not the abusive ones) find you so elusive and playful to the point that they may replace or try to find someone like you to blow them down there, cause insecurity gets them, their fear of you leaving them, makes them want to find the same joy you used to give through someone else so they can pretend to their hearts that they never lost you. Your seduction is something else, people would literally want to be seduced by you

I think your mere presence in people's life fills them up with energy, after you decide to walk away, they feel and understand the loss of you in your absence. Also I saw a disturbing presence when I came back to end the rest of your reading. It was a zombie like figure, trying to stop my work. Be careful of sucking dead people with no emotions or understanding of orgasm or intimacy who may try to belittle your human experiences. Plus I couldn't pull my cards in this energy, literally feels like your tricks to do the sexual things you do are being hidden away, to protect your energy or to restrict you, idk.

Its like all the cards came face down. I guess they don't want you to know how your eating style affects them..... they feel ashamed of being left by you and honestly that's their insecurity, all we can do is hold space for such people, that's it.

Literally your energy is so flighty, that people might try to stop your work, eat your brain, use your impatience against you to keep you looping or make you repeat the same task one hundred times just to keep you circling around them. Be careful of making risky or bad deals with people who don't like you and want to see you grow old running around a cubicle. Your energy is super movement and growth oriented and people might feel ashamed and bullied to get distracted by you and your energy, unable to let you go, while you are already moving on. For one they deeply crave you despite trying to hide their shame cause some of them despise your move-on energy as well.

Songs : SZA - BIG BOY

Pile 2

I am immediately channeled "Be humble, sit down be humble". You make them weak on their knees, they cannot sit, walk, stand or get up after getting fucked or oral by you. You weaken them. They need every single part of you, eyes, thighs, body or mind, everything sitting on them or inside them (if its a women). They want you, just now, then, 2 days ago, yesterday in between conversations with their friends. If I say they want you every single day within them, or them in you, I won't be lying. Though they have matured from that phase, they still want you. New Woman by Lisa coming through. They wanted to hug you while sneakily sliding your cock or pussy in them so bad, I'm sure they would do it to you. I am hearing a disappointed "That's a phase, I'm sure", but I think and feel that this is short sighted view on your or their part (maybe they are trying to convince themselves) but they are not sure how convincing you, your essence, heart, body and mind is to their mind. Cause I'm getting that if they had a basement, they would very likely kidnap you and keep you there, they would do it. Its giving wind you down concept to me. The ending scene of "Hidden Face" the Korean version comes to mind, where a women is trapped in what seems like a bdsm dungeon to pleasure the other women's needs. They would do witchcraft on your internal organs if necessary just to lock you in (extremely weird now) . They are so so obsessed with you. They would like their soul to be drawn within you and your sacred space.

The heart that you hold for them though is everything they have ever cherished, as you let them do whatever they like, love them regardless of who they are, they will want to come back and rekindle this love relationship with you, if its an ex . If its an already existing relationship, they are someone who can't wait to lay their eyes on you, head rest on you, or simply fuck you every single morning while looking in the eye before going back to work. I'm getting bareback fucks while you are sleeping to wake you up cause they love you so much, and they want to keep fucking you day and night, early morning to night. I am hearing "they insist, its a request so please comply with/within me", before you say yes or no to their sweet request they are already within you, talk about sex starved but I think they are starved for you. I think they are constantly trying to request you to let them fuck you, but maybe you try to evade their request or fail to complete your tasks to materialize this request especially when they are craving you all day and all night long. They are trying so hard to evade your questions just to jump in right next to you and....... you girl, you are avoiding, maybe you fear you will pass out, after having taken all of their requests.

It just feels like sex triggers some self love and self hate in you and your intution often gets kicked in a back burner , oh wait I just realized, you were the one coming with this be humble energy, this other energy that often gets humbled so often in the relationship and is fleeing is also you. So maybe you lose a lot chunk of confidence in playing submissive roles in sex plays. So maybe there's some identity crisis going here, maybe its you who is not able to see or understand your own highly divine energy, you kinda fumble it, and make a mess cause you are so rooted to believing that you are the fumbled one, that (you.... strangely enough you don't see, how badly you fumbled with this one right here. ) Ok let me explain what happened right there, you mistake your partners as people who are messing with you or fumbling you, when its you who hasn't accepted the sexual side that comes out of you, and then you blame your partners for bringing that side out of you. Now I am getting the message that while fumbling with your own energy, you mistook them as some sort of perpetuator for bringing this side within you.

Cause they are strong, smart, sought after by many people out there and everything that you ever looked for. I also think you are kind of trapped in your head and aren't able to feel your own confident and dominant side despite having it all within you, I think you are trapped in this submissive receiving connoisseur energy, which isn't bad in it of itself, but it kinda makes you feel emasculated or no fun, did you get what I mean. Its because you aren't participating in the sexual act itself but just getting accepted too get used by somebody. I just feel like you aren't actually receiving anything because you aren't asking for it, you are just taking what is being given to you and then this person comes, gives you what you asked for and you are left speechless..... cause they brought out YOU. I think its the fact that this person is so much like you in their confident side in so many ways that you not being able to resist or say no to them and the familiarity plus love they bring into the relationship feels like binding to you which you feel is directed towards you by them, which in turn makes you feel like they are manipulating you when its all you in your head. You know how some tarot readers and weird Christians say that "The enemy doesn't want me to succeed" type shit when its them who didn't prepare, plan or show up when its time for them to do so. They just want to shift the blame to others, that is exactly what has happened to you, you love them, but are dead scared of the commitment or the idea of following through the next steps of "falling in love". You shift the blame onto them, for loving you, overthinking that they were manipulating, scheming or plotting something behind your back. Babe, you just can't handle the sweetness, (only applicable for healthy relationships of course)

You may end up confusing your own submissiveness with you being unsafe, rather than understanding that your willingness to submit is not you being manipulated but you feeling safe. Feeling safe could feel alarming to you guys. This seems like a trigger mechanism, but they like and love it whenever you deep throat and choke on their dick, and then start crying, I think they won't like to force you, but your vulnerability, your emotions is something they wanted to see for long.

I think they love it when you kiss their lips after choking on their cock like that. They love the taste of your lips covered in their juices. I think given how you give into their demands like that, they would like to choke you every single day, but since this is towing to your energy, and if you haven't recovered from your past traumas, they might remind you of some brutality in your past, (for some people they could have suffered childhood abuse in a church or temple or mosque, or some holy place by some priest, that specifically came through in here.) but I think something about their energy, make you rewrite this traumatic sexual history as a loving memory of being consensually choked by your partner. They replace shit memories with love.

Also this is what I mean when I said you fumble your divine energy yourself, and mistake it for this person fumbling you for this divine energy which might be true, but this person isn't betraying you or liking your sexual energy over you, but they like and love you for you, its just you really didn't even know who you really are, and this energy of yours is so good at receiving and knows of her worth to ask for what she deserves rather than being used by everyone, they truly see you for who you are, a beautiful serpent is how they would define you. Too humble, finishes last, always loves them despite anything or everything, they have started loving themselves through you. But I think you still keep telling yourself that this gentle not so warrior like soul isn't you, cause you don't trust that instinct. You are so honed into your warrior like energy due to your survival mechanism, you kinda think that gentle soft person inside is the fake bitch you often pretend to be to appear promising individual in front of others, but in reality your inner self is just as kind, forgiving, humble and loving as that, you just don't seem to realize it, cause you never got to live like yourself, since you were constantly kept in survival mode environments. That's why this pile is getting too long, cause you are too wrapped up in your self doubt

And they think you also know less about yourself, sometimes lesser than they do. I am also getting that you choke them while kissing, they are screaming and gasping for breath in my channeling. "Girl you left me breathless". Maybe for some of you lilith or sun or, mars in leo or scorpio placement or venus or atmakarka in 12th or 8th house They don't know you much but you don't know yourself either, but you don't even see, maybe even despise seeing your own divine energy, which makes you someone who plays hide and seek with themselves and run away at the sight whatever you think your inner divine energy is like, which I think seems like someone very unproductive, lazy, fake bitch to many of you, due to the nuanced layer of other people's opinion. I think more people who have loved you wish you were gentler to yourself, you aren't seeing yourself rightly my love, that's why while starting this read, their energy clashed and came similar to yours, because you tend to take shape and copy people's energy bully yourself into letting their thoughts shape your inner value and worth. You are a very gentle person, rahu in 12th or 4th house, rahu in chitra nakshatra, gemini in 12th house. Gemini, Libra, Pisces and Rahu are energies that try to copy others and emulate them to transmute that energy for themselves. So you really lose a sense of yourself, while picking up their energy which continues to love you for you and start conflicting with that energy of love, thinking they love you for another alter ego or personality which you think isn't even the real you but its the gentleness they fall for, the one which you dismiss, disregard, and throw away ruthlessly. This is a necessary change they would like to see within you, and they personally would like you to see and cherish this part within yourself

Gosh what changes would you like to see within yourself now that you see the world within yourself collapse? How would you love you, not them, you, not them but you? Read that again. What is it that you want to do for yourself? Read that again to enjoy yourself, as many times as you like. You are not bad for having desires, if reading my post is getting you off, just do it. But make sure to direct that energy to yourself while appreciating how dang true this is to your energy and how much you love it for its experience. I'm just a writer, not a sexual energy harvester, so let me let you know that I'm so thankful and honored for this energy, thank you so much. But if this is getting you off, just say I love me to yourself. Don't direct all that energy towards me(your tarot reader). All right then, Blessings be. Goodbye

Channeled Song : Lauren Aquilina - King

My humble advice give an ear to this song

Pile 3

First of all you all are so good holding conversations. Next you are sensitive and can sense people's needs and take care of them, ( especially at night 😈), your person wants to come through so bad, their laugh or jokes could remind you of youtuber Tanmay Bhatt. Dolly Bindra coming through as well. I feel you guys are so fun and eclectic to be around. You guys are definitely people on the chubbier side. First things first, you guys are sooooooo good, like the way your energy was so straight forward and good to me for no reason. You are soo organized and well prepared, you help people stay organized and give them solid advice if anything else. You guys could be very intuitive, Thank you for interacting with my energy🙏, happy to help the way you do (intuitively)!

I'm already getting a miss perfectionist tendency from you, argumentative when things aren't written in succinct manner, Very mindful, Very demure, Very Virgo, Very Libra energy coming through. Like I do by cover by Jay Park coming through...

First of all they are happy with you, if that's one of your complaints and bigger doubts in this relationship (cause seems like some of you are currently in one, ) yes it is arguably one of the happiest relationships to them no matter how much you guys argue or go home without each other sometimes (not tryna gaslight you, but if someone abusive is leaving you all alone to fend for yourself this is not your reading, I am talking about two people giving each other space not ghost treatments,) , its always love in this relationship, however someone in this relationship maybe be busy and failing to return calls. {Okay that specifically wanted to come through for someone here}

Dang, chubby or not, you all are my big butt ladies and gentlemen, (the name Peter could be significant) they love it when you wear those pink color corsets or blouse, take it how it resonates, and let them grab you by your hair and let them keep their dicks down your throat choking you while you cry from it, while your sweet angel face makeup and mascara washes down your face. They love clicking your pictures in front of mirror while your butt and back faces the mirror and they are deep down your face. They love flashing you off. Biggest marry me signs are ("your tongue" is what I heard them say) your after care rituals, like you love your partners and give them this beautiful clean job, maybe you use very different yet useful techniques to get them off, and ("AAAAAAAAH", the sigh of relief) its so refreshing and amazing at the same time. Armpit jobs could be a thing. I'm getting a very youthful or lolita face but an energy of bold, mature and confident women. I'm also getting a lot of Magenta and different shades of pink. I'm getting Sigrid, a European singer who sang the song Mirror. Also give me someone with appearance of with Nana Osaki's with Nana Komatsu's vibe profile from anime NANA. You are so full of life!!. New Orleans could be significant.

Dreamy, dreamlike, your ways of eating them out and sucking them dirty makes them so horny even if its in their dreams, it makes them so hornyyyyyy. Like girl what are you doing to them? Its invasion of dreams, if there was a dream police, they could have got you handcuffed on their couch for this crime, and you know to do what to you again and again. COWGIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Oh man girl you invade their thoughts keeeping them stuck in their workplace, not able to move from their chair cause they go blank or your thoughts distracts them maybe mid-meeting people catch them daydreaming about you, the day passes, work doesn't finishes cause they were still casually daydreaming about you. Girl you could have been or are there workplace employee and I heard that you keep their work hanging. They def want to take you backstairs and fuck your guts in the back room. "I think they call this love" is coming through, all they dream about is your eyes, all they long for is your touch.......

Sheesh girl and you are a keeper. You are worth it, you are their luck, their charm. I feel like people feel dominated by you without you even trying to dominate them, they want you to be their mommy, if you are a daddy they would want you to breed them just by the lick of that tongue. Its soooooo good. I'm also kind of getting that you are such a daddy material, people will want to marry just after having rounds with you, not realising you were just dating around. I feel like people are far more serious about marrying you than you would even give thought to.

Okay this specific pile has different message for both men and women, For men, your partners want you to dominate them, not only do you dominate them well, they think you are a golden opportunity to have sex with. They adore you, and value this cas(ex)ual friendship with love. You are such a giver to them. Maybe you guys have stack of sugar babies to choose from. Not objectifying your partners here, you just like to spend luxuries on them. "You are fetch" - mean girls

Man you are such a catch! They feel like you are onto marrying them just because you spend cash on them. Damn! you have such an affect on them, you treat them like no one has ever treated them before, Your lovers may have a tendency to dogpile over you, lets just say part of it is also because of the way you eat, its not just your money. You make your partners go crazy over you. Damn!!!!! And they don't even realize that that's just your dating style not you being serious enough to get married to them

For women, your partners melt over you, they feel like they are melting on your tongue, every bloody damn single time, you are so soft, so gentle, yet so motherly, people wanna give up their everything and melt in your softness. They love getting that mommy domination by you. You are worth everything their money, their favours, your partners want you to shower so much love on them, like they love it when you invest your time, energy and love on them. "Can you please keep giving them more?" Girl everybody is mental over you!

Now take that man energy as your masculine side and women energy as your feminine side cause I'm getting that you are invading dreams for people who would like to spend their money on you and you make the people who you spend your fortune on a fucking nutcase! like people think you are an invasion regardless. Some might feel so locked in your thoughts, they may feel like hiding from you, cause your thoughts drain their energyy or kinda keep them stuck everywhere in life. Its as if these people could blame you for invading their privacy, when all you did was look at them from an end of the street or a corner of the room. Sheeeshhhhh!!!!!

Listen whoever you guys are, give me some tips if you chose this pile.

Yikes, though you need to be careful, some people might get depressed and feel like they can't have any better in their life, and might get so sad of the rest of the options in front of them. Like you usher a huge change into people's lives, its as if they want to change themselves to be better and worthy of you or sometimes in some cases I feel like they don't see any end to this misery of being rejected by you, so some succumb to suicide? Dang! wtf, sheeesh!!!! That's a lot coming through.....

I had a girl in my hostel who was often plagued by the thoughts of causing someone's suicide just because her boyfriend rejected a girl and chose her, the girl ended up doing suicide, cause the guy rejected her. This could be the case for some of you, be careful out there, never blame yourself for someone deciding to do something wrong over their own incapability to handle the rejection. It was so scary, the situation scared the fuck out of anyone who heard of the start of their love story. I also had a cousin whose lover threatened to kill himself if she ever broke up with him. She was so scared of her own boyfriend. My god! be careful of crazyysss.

I heard, "You are the cure, You are the pain", dang pile 3, that's a scary level of jumpscare of a channeled words coming through from the trail of broken hearts that you have left behind. Honestly its somewhat scary.

Oh now I know why I took such a long break from you and your pile. Your type of pile is scarily beautiful. Idk if there are any other words to describe that. Like I was getting so much headache from the start of this pile. I think you get a headache from the affect you have on other people ! My oh my! I confess, I too once had a huge obsession with a guy, and man the way I was scared to death of being rejected and refused by him. Though I never explicitly told him of this obsession of mine, he got to know about it, and once he saw all that I had been hiding, I had to change to be a better person to give myself all that validation to myself his mere presence would do to me, cause my ego was so hurt, knowing someone as powerful as me could feel like she was on her knees just because of some random dude's stare (how much someone was giving to me without giving much effort to it.) Like all the breadcrumbs were more than enough for me, I secretly wanted more, but I never told him, he gave me more (let's just say he gave me good loving, but I wasn't comfortable with it cause I was in a state of lack myself), I got scared and ran away. Starved myself from him, his kindness and healing energy not realising it was all that minimum he gave me that got me obsessed with his kindness and then realised that it was something I had to give to myself. I was starving myself of my own love, cause I was so normalised to lack.

Dang!!!! Trust me I had to take a whole lot of years of adulting to get over him, and I still kinda struggle with his thoughts cause Iam still so out of touch with myself.

Trust me, people go through a transformation after meeting you. Maybe you guys are 8th house stelliums, I had a 8h synastry with this dude. I am the house person. I think you have had people who secretly want to be you, just because they don't see or value themselves, they end up seeing all their value in you or through emulating you. Also I am seeing that you guys can have a habit of uglifying yourself, cause when you have stalkers this strong, oh god, creepos can't leave unless you make them, but sorry that doesn't works, even if you try to be ugly, it doesn't work. People will always remain obsessed with you regardless. I'm sorry to be the bearer of the creep alert news, but you will have to accept it, I understand its a curse that comes with someone like you, but this is the reality. Some of these unhealed individuals will forever remain your creepy stalkers. Sorry.....

Lots of words like Paparazzi, zombie chasing meme, their rampant memories, Them making rampant and crazy rage run behind YOU , AAAAAAAAAAAH, RUUUUUUUNNNNN,

Another one of your affect is, people know and are aware of the truth you bring, they are aware that they need to heal, and that they lost you in a competition of lovers who were competing for your love. Its as if their minds know the truth yet they are in so much denial, its cause, they haven't started working on themselves yet, so once they start doing inner work to see themselves and provide themselves for what they really want, they will be able to detach their feelings for you, as they will be able to provide that blissful feeling for and to themselves on their own without your help. People who haven't come to this realisation might literally do give up anything for you, their home, parents, betray any rule, system, or government, kill for you type of themes coming through here. Dang!!!!

Also you are hella mysterious, like there can be some manipulative tendencies to you, like you are good at hiding your hands while playing the game, so you know exactly what is it that people are starving for from you in a relationship. So suppose you want something, you will stop giving morning kisses to your lover, till they bring you what you want. You leave them begging for more.....

Whew! Aren't you taking too much space! Sorry the pile below you is pretty shy when it comes to dirty talking, so they are tryna escape, and they are telling me to give you more info. Sorry pile 3, don't wanna bore you with so many paragraphs, gotta confront pile 4. Both of your piles are very mysterious yet deeply private about your sex lives, so some of you might have felt drawn towards pile 4. I'm also hearing that pile 4 don't want to confront themselves and their sexual energy so they fled to this pile to feel better about themselves. Sorry for taking so much space. Thank you for holding space for pile 4 and letting people hide under your dominant aura (Sun exalted, Sun Nakshatras, and Leo coming through) , but I am sorry, its time to confront pile 4, I mean get Pile 4 to FUCK or get FUCKED , so thank you so much pile 3, I'll be signing off your energy.

Thank you for you time Goodbye

Channeled song : Yung Kai - Blue and Mad Tsai - Boys Beware

Pile 4

Ok you guys are soooooo shy, damn! like don't you wanna date somebody. What is this relationship abstinence for? I am just saying don't overdo it, if its something you would like to change in future, otherwise you can stay in your comfort zone. I am also getting some of you have given up on love already cause life has been so disheartening. I think the affect that you have on people for now is your hardness towards them in love as a subjective matter. I am also getting some of you started off relationships as minors and were abused a lot during those years. Sorry if this happened to you. Being closed off to feeling vulnerable with others/ or going into a relationship might seem like a distant dream to you now. I am so sorry for this experience. Hope you are doing well

Megan Trainor's Dear future husband is coming through. People who have been entranced by you and got affected were like "Take me on a date, I deserve it babe, don't forget the flowers, every anniversary, cause if you treat me right, I'll be the perfect wife, buying groceries, buy-buying groceries". For women, I think people feel this pull towards you like you are the perfect wife once they get to know you better and wanna take you out on so many dates.

You know, I couldn't do this read for a while, like the only card I could pull was 7 of cups in reverse and then the energy just changed, like I felt this weird headache for no reason. Idk. But just as the reading says what your energy is like, 7 of cups in reverse is practical vibes. You are very practical when it comes to your sex life and dating. Nevertheless the practicality of dating scares you to the point and extreme you can't describe as you are afraid of letting people get to know the real you, as you have a fear that they will make you beg for them, their love and affection on your knees . I also heard scream, so there can be some masochistic affection patterns that you don't want to repeat. Be careful, take it how it resonates, but I think they could make you desperate and leave you screaming for more affection which is why you try to mask cause you guys are painfully shy and sensitive to people hurting you.

Also the fact that I had to mention which cards I pulled out which I never did in any of the other piles kind of tells me that you guys are fact based. Idk Kama Sutra, book text to bed vibes coming through. Like you guys could be the type to buy books on how to give blowjobs and apply them in real life, and the rest is history. I think you are very experimentative in bed, kinky and stuff, but always trying to do things and learn your partner and their preferences rather than learning your own, I'm also getting that you are fast learner as well. But idk, why but like I got this energy of assumptions, its as if you assume that the people you engage with are using you, rather than deeply entwining themselves into you. The star card and judgement came in reverse, so I can say that this is an energy not feeling deeply understood but more of a energy that assumes everyone around them is here to waste their time/ or just use sex and their body as a coping mechanism from the stresses of life. This type of assumption based thinking could be due to you trying harder to understand others to please than understanding yourself, leading to friction and conflict between you and your partner.

Though there's so much dedication in learning something new about sex/connecting with people even while trying out what you learnt in those books but it feels harder when applied to people in real life as you assume people nowadays don't like to stay to be known, seen or recognized for their vulnerability, and sex has become more of a way to seek validation or attention, so you may feel as if intimacy and depth of connection that is usually experienced by people during sex is lacking, so maybe the expectations of getting the same bookish hot, steamy, sexy romance are lost. Now I am not attempting to call your desires to be bookish , but it kinda feels like you were set up for disappointment, also this issue could also be due to you not wanting to change yourself to suit other people's need, not realizing that you actually feel more comfortable pretending to be someone else than letting people see the real you, so you kinda blame people for expecting you to change yourself when all they want is to change your habit of closing off yourself.

So you kinda assume that people don't really like the real you when you don't allow people to see you for who you really are but instead pretend to be someone else to get to know them better and then assume that they want to change the entirety of you when all they really want is for you to open up once they find out that you were pretending to be someone else in front of them the whole damn time. So when you finally find the one, who calls you out on your pretense and is still good towards you and wants to still fall in love with you, you drive them away for its hurts your ego to be seen, and their interest in you to fall into you feels scary to you despite knowing those feelings might be genuine, cause you are scared that once they get to know the real you, they might leave.

But also I want to call you out on this, with peace and love, Stop checking and fact basing everything about sex (also stop checking your phone so much ) and just enjoy sex the way it is. Its like you often and always question and base your sexual knowledge on hard facts, instead just go and do the act! Someone's age here could be 31 or they were born on the 31st.

Just fuck and go with the flow... why you breaking my flow and so resistant and frigid to change and confrontation (trust me that can be your partner coming through for some of you). Its like feeling your own emotions is such a big deal to yall. It sorta gets me real angry how you all want to refer the book for everything, even want me to refer to tarot card meanings, my god, just do the first thing that comes in your mind. Please stop being so overly rational.

Life doesn't always works that way. And I can already channel you pulling a "Seriously?" in disbelief because you are unaware and spirit literally wants to knock some sense into y'all or "Please don't scold me anymore" despite being aware of this and still choosing to ignore it and acting as if I am being irrational, but sometimes life doesn't makes sense and it doesn't have to make sense. You don't need to get rational, logical answers outta everything, stop being a pesky brat, seriously. I know and understand you are the types who don't want accept life just as it is cause you are scared of losing your passion and drive for life but daddy/mommy look, you can't just rebel without a strategy in your head, and accepting the situation doesn't mean allowing the environment to do whatever it pleases with us, it means understanding that the more you stay like the same person you were yesterday, life will keep feeling hard to you, life will keep hardening you so you ought to stop getting pissed at life being hard and calmly face it and plan a strategy to fix it. Now that's what healing and accepting life looks, it does not mean settle for less. It means making more despite what life not going your way.

You guys might be a Sugar Daddy/Mommy archetype. Some of you could be into fairies or ethereal stuff or dreamt of flying high in sky/ UFO's/ Aliens/ Extraterrestrial Life/future aeronautical/aerospace engineers, or just people trying to build levitating or floating cars using electromagnetic repulsion with built in magnets in cars or roads, or astronauts or engineers and data collectors of NASA, data miners all of these professions coming.

Yes Healing just means something as small as not getting pissed when your co worker messes up and calmly feeling the feeling of disappointment and moving on and making new plan by not giving into anger and frustration as that is a waste of time, and calmly getting work done saves time. I am also getting that you are a very time bound person (even in sex). I am also feeling like I am the one getting triggered despite handing out this advice, so I'm sorry. But this feels like genuine anger like IDK why you guys give me this chill pill slow motion vibes, this reminds me of my soul tribe. Like these are the same issues I go through at times....

Your eating style can feel inexperienced but also a bit forceful, its like sex doesn't flow in your life, it is structured, very air and earth sign energy as opposed to water sign energy coming through. Ok it seems like you or your partners could feel like they will have to force themselves onto you for you experience the pain, they love the noises, moans and sexy faces you make when you sit on them, they want to steal you like that. The moment I adjusted my energy to see you in your light, I was finally able to see how the cards meant to say you are complete within yourself, yet you feel so incomplete because of other people's words and feelings about the way they would like to release or express their feelings. Maybe because your previous partners were a bit of masochists and loved to give you pain, you kinda feel like you deserve it? which by the way includes unjust services ,ambushing someone against their will, abuse, beating and turning you into a coward incapable of being independent on your own. Which is messed up, stop being in this energy and practice safer rough sex with cool people not abusive idiots.

Like there are 2 things that are coming through, first its very symbolic how you all are pile 4, cause you embody this essence to leave people completely satisfied yet you feel so unworthy within yourself in your lower mindset state, you feel this constant need to be more refined in a sexual manner, (its like your perfectionist tendencies are killing the vibe of raw, wild and unrefined sex) that your own mindset of not being good enough is killing your own pleasure. I am also seeing this bullying energy of feeling shame in yourself. Please report these bully of yours, I hope you have already done that before engaging with my reads

You know what I am getting pile 4, you might have meandered around pile 3, but this energy is so different, like I also feel like you guys could have went as far as to exchange destinies or places with pile 1 or pile 3 to feel enough within yourself, cause these 2 piles were the only ones who weren't coaxed by me, pile 2 also had to learn somethings about themselves, but seems like you don't want to be the pile that wants to learn about their own sexual preferences or love options anymore, you have kind of accepted the abuse, this world has given to you, which is so sad. I'm really very sorry that you had to go through this. But there are better things in life, and maybe right now you are in a break, but there's always something better to look for. You just haven't seen it yet.

Its like you were in this energy of "I know I am doing it right" , didn't listen to your partner's suggestions, turned them off, they left you and then met someone abusive who at least didn't reject you but tore you to pieces and shattered you but because this abusive person stays with you, at least this loyalty (that's secretly boosting your ego) is what you now call LOVE. See that's what's blocking my energy right now. I am also getting you guys could be Filipina or from Fiji or Phillipines.

See even if you feel you are doing it right, I feel like you don't even know or understand what you are doing right, there's this lingering energy of getting assaulted as a child, I feel like you don't know or understand what you like or prefer in sex cause instead of trying to be satisfied, you are so full focused on trying to please others and seeking validation and overthinking that your smexual style leaves people unsatisfied because of which you go towards abusive people who groom you more into thinking like baby or a stunted adult so that you can give up the last of your autonomy to access your own sexual pleasure. Only because you don't want to accept the fact that you leave some people unsatisfied, your ego makes you go towards people who stunt your thinking capabilities, wow "Dumb ways to die" coming through. You thinking is a sign of life in humans, once you stop thinking, it means you are dead. So you kinda go to metaphorically go towards groomers and people who can groom and stunt your liberal thinking abilities to that of a 7 year old. See this is one of the bad patterns that people who go through child SA go through. And I am bold enough to state it as it is. Now whether this is your story or not, it is for you to decide. Be aware of your patterns.

I heard sexual pleasure granted by divine. I think you have a lot of problem accepting the kind of body and sexual pleasure the divine has granted you an access to, this might sound really cultish, but be careful on how you interpret my words

" Your sexual pleasure is the pleasure universe has given you indiscriminately so that you can access what it feels like to get high, it isn't bad to feel high at times (in fact its good) but overdoing it, letting other people control your highs and make you submissive by constantly invading your boundaries to control the way you reach that high is disgustingly evil" That's one of the reasons why infantilization of adults and any type of grooming, even if it is grooming of adults, its considered bad.

That's what I'm getting, your ego of seeking a loyal partner who wouldn't leave you makes you stay in abusive relationships, where people try to control your sexual pleasure and the way you feel it, you endure this abuse to keep such people around, cause you love them but you don't realize that they won't love you, they just do it to feel a sense of control over you, because you give them that feeling. Yet you do this and endured this abuse on your body to keep them around as it deeply hurts you to be cheated on or left behind or not being good enough for a certain someone.

So what I want to say is, if you allow people to use you constantly and not take autonomy of your sexual pleasure, you will never get the type of satisfaction you want nor will you ever satisfy the people you want to satisfy, cause all you are doing is just letting other people use your body and never really feel the intimate, sexual romance sex brings with it. You know what's 8th house in astrology? Its the house of transformation, death, sex, taboo, things you do in secret type of energy. You know why those porn videos on internet never suffice, cause they aren't the things one does in secret, its all for show (Rahu energy) just to look like a certain type of way, the real thing is passionate, intimate, sensual and so wholesome at the same time.

To put all these concepts in this house together means you gotta bring a change within yourself (transformation), or simply let your raw self out. Now there are many negative connotations to this house, but in all honesty, honey you gotta feel it. You gotta understand that in real sex, once you get all these dustys off of your life, partners see each other and love each other for who they are, you can't keep hiding forever.

Now I'm seeing these fake weird self help gurus, sexual help gurus, now I am not telling you to do exactly as I say, but if you are a part of cult that tells you that getting fucked/married by men is the greatest feeling ever, and a wife shall not or should not ask for more, even when she is dissatisfied with the foreplay and if the dude isn't even taking an ounce of an initiative to to help your sexual needs with toys, or calls your desires devilish or even names your kinks as shameless and sinister, then sis/bro you need to take autonomy of your sexual pleasures, and get out of this mindset, also this relationship assuming you have since you are engaging with my reads, no matter how much it boils your blood. I can channel you guys crying, please take your time with this read, if this is your pile. You know what is right for you.

I am getting that you are running from this message. But Liam Payne's song is coming through, you are the tide honey, these messages are the moon (intuition).

I also think the people you imagine as your prince charming or you once used to (cause I'm betting on the fact that you are out of this abusive relationship) , they are literally dumbasses who think all you wanna do is get forced upon on a daily basis, and these idiots who don't understand your rough desires are literally calling you a slut, sex hungry person on a daily basis, when they don't even understand your sexy. Its like eating dirt from the face of earth. What the hell sis? Stop fantasizing about them

Also I think you often leave the people who tend to understand you and your rough desires, cause you fear them having this affect and power on you but once you get acquainted with them, you will feel so satisfied, tasted, satiated by them and they will love the energy you bring into the room as well.

I am also getting this Aphrodite (Greek goddesses are coming though a lot, you might have an altar for Greek Gods). I feel like you have this insatiable energy to you, like people are never satisfied with you, either they want none or they want more and more of you. Anahita the Zoroastrian goddess of fertility, also coming through here. The story of Emperor Augustus freeing Vedius Pollio's slave and abolishing slavery coming through here. Wow but you guys could be into studying history or law as well. The story of Augustus gives me this sense of freedom that you haven't felt in a long time as it was bottom necked and gradually closed off after long and long years of abuse and grooming and indoctrination of ideas that weren't truly yours. I am getting a Trident, which reminds me of Hindu God Shiva and Greek God Poseidon which in my opinion refers to breaking off this sheltered state that was suppressing your inner anger and needs. I am also getting so much water energy with Aphrodite, Anahita, Poseidon and Shiva, I feel like this refers to you, finally allowing yourself to flow and breaking of the barriers that were crossing your personal boundaries. Its as if you are finally becoming one with this eternal state of flow which Universe follows and letting your tenderness show and flow....

Currently some of the affects you have on people who don't like you as much is that you kinda encourage them to force themselves on you, and they think them slut-shaming, embarrassing and emasculating you off of your confidence is dimming your shine and turning you into a better "women". Disgusting, literally disgusting if anything else. They would want you to kneel yourself infront of them and everything that they like. For example they like superman, then you too should like superman too and never complain about that red underwear worn outside a full-set of covered clothes as being cringe even if you think that way. These abrasive people just wanna leave you unsatiated wanting for more, knowing damn well they cannot possibly satisfy you while they try to love bomb you and breadcrumb you in pieces to keep you in their shackles.

While the people who understand you can't seem to get enough of you, they love to make you scream and reach you ecstacy with their own hands cause they love you like that. They wanna rough fuck you like there's no tomorrow, they love making love with you. Also eating your ass or getting eaten by you. I heard they haven't had it in a while and they miss you and want you do that. Maybe you guys are good at eating A$$. Like damn, some of you could be LGTQIA+, take it how it resonates.

Girl, something about your energy tells me we are friends, even if I call you a dumb hoe. You do have this girlboss energy to you.

And the affect people have on you can be so diverse, I am specifically picking up Jungkook from BTS and Jinu from Kpop demon hunters. I am literally seeing people divorcing because of you and that affecting you guys as well. This is kind of a scary energy, but I am picking up Jinu allowing demonic forces to feed off of people which is morally very wrong. So something about your life being disrupted by a big person with name, fame and power could be significant. Just one day by BTS coming through significantly, specifically "Just one day I want to hold your hands, just one day I want to be with you"

Like they could feel like its illegal or even wrong to touch you, hold you, they could plead you to please let them go for another round. But it feels wrong for their colleagues or other employees to know about. I just feel like you make them happy. Bruv I ain't gonna lie, this feels like straight up, workplace abuse (ok but I am also getting someone you had a solo with/masturbation session maybe is missing you and is also currently in a office, and maybe they are the one getting abused in office, idk which one of you is getting abused though, I am sorry if you or any one of your partners are going through that.

All of their collaborations are stuck in one place because of you and your sensual affect. Like they are forcing themselves to concentrate on work to forget all about you. Like their only source of joy is their own work now and their individual work only. They are not asking for help or taking one even if they need any. I feel like this person feels more motivated to abuse people since meeting you and forcing themselves over you or getting forced by people (basically rough sex). I don't know if they have acted on this feeling, but I think you are stuck in a company of very closed minded people who don't understand rough or bdsm typa sex and relate their animalistic desires to r wording or getting r worded by people. Ok what the fuck? Get out of here sweetie pie. I am also getting that this is someone who wants voyeurism and public sex, they don't understand the frequency of having private sex with you. OMG, Idk who this Mogambo is, leave him. Something about Equator or Ecuador.

I am seeing that they feel very determined to move in their life, but due to karma hitting this person back, all of of their investments are going in drain.

I think positively (affect you have on people on good people specifically) you have quite the dreamy affect on people, maybe you are really good at wooing them. I am also seeing you have bad habit of misunderstanding your own skills, talents and acknowledgements. People might feel as if you kinda tease people a lot, especially in public. Idk why I am channeling that Kris wu and some dudes from burning sun scandal. I feel like maybe sometimes people feel like you aren't worth it and might compare your behavior to those of uglies, only to realize you were an abundant sugar daddy or sugar mommy archetype, devil in reverse here, people may feel trapped in your fantasies doesn't mean you have done something wrong here. Maybe the previous person we channeled did fake accusations against you. "You reap what you sow" maybe that's how you answer people and they don't like it. I am also getting you have a similar affect on people who love you where they become attached to you and hide their true feelings and insecurities in front of you. They believe they need to look their best, or the perfect for you. I think you are idealized as this dreamy person a lot. Like if you decide to take them on a date they will decide to be the perfect partner for you.

I think your sex appeal wins over people's subconscious and dominates their fantasies whether you like it or not, they kind of love portraying you as this cold hearted Vincenzo typa mafia and traitor and would love to win you over regardless of how bad they think you are, and here you are dying and crying in insecurities before all this glow-up. They could imagine you basking in sunshine soaking up all that sun. Like they see all that sun illuminating within you. Cause there is an edge to you and people literally creampie over that. And you silly you are still trying to let people use you up thinking that as good sexual experience, when people want you to dominate them. damn!!! you gotta straighten up pile 4. People will love you the way you are, I am getting jump over you, they will literally be over the moon to have a person like you, I am chanelling Megan Fox, Beyonce and Ariana Grande in your energy, like we literally channeled Jungkook in this pile, what I don't understand is why are you so unsatisfied with yourself?????? You just gotta let loose, stop being so frigid. I am literally getting that women could start ovulating over you (some of you could be girls who could make other girls go crazy). Now god knows what sorta domination fantasy you got onto them with your face. But really stop being slaves of other people's opinions of you. You guys can have scorpio ascendant or pluto in your first house. There's a theme of being a sex icon or eye candy and objectification, since I do not want to channel those unhealthy energies nor make you feel unseen for chanelling your persona not the inner you. Iam sorry if this pile didn't have that many sexual messages, instead a whole damn lecture right there. Don't let other people abuse you and use you to finally feel like everybody loves you, no, your beauty lies in you not allowing people to take unfair advantage of your insecurities and growing tf out of them. This type of dip in self confidence could also be due to some fake allegations against you in the past.

"Show me how it gets better" - its an affirmation, how does it get better by you being you and yourself, show this world how it gets better by the way of you being who you really are. - Sah D' Simone

You are more than enough. You don't need to tolerate all that abuse on a daily basis to feel if you are beautiful enough to be loved and not left behind. Also I feel like you are tired of being jealous of others for getting better treatment than you and being bitter of yourself, but this is isn't a solution right? You got to stop misinterpreting, and create misunderstandings.

Like people literally love getting slutted up by you. They would want you to ask them out on a date. They might want to slut their lives up for you sometimes in public. You can spice up their lives. I am getting Demeter the Greek Goddess of agriculture and harvest. I feel like you guys could have many earth sign placements. Your touch is very sensual it feels like Midas hands to them. I am getting a very hands on vibe from you, even with Engineer coming through before, I am getting like a sexy mechanic vibe through you guys. "Your hand is very sensual" I heard. I heard Kingly star or royalty so Magha nakshatra could be significant. Th disney movie Encanto coming through. Just like Bruno who was wrongfully ostracized, I think its obvious that despite being the right person in the room and getting persecuted, people recognize this rebel streak within you and want to tame this baddie.

Takedown by Twice, a soundtrack of K-pop demon hunters, is a song where the main character Rumi contemplates if the song is ready to be sung, as the demons aren't bad but were turned evil by Gwi-ma. So she knows its not all in their hands. So she wants to create a more empathizing version which everyone enjoys but in secret. Are you hideous on the inside or do you not understand yourself? Cause Twice choosing to sing the original version even in the credits without any modifications seems so symbolic to me, its as if no matter what they do, they will have to surrender to their company's whims and hide their own scars in real life, no matter the happy ending of K-pop demon hunters. I feel like you guys are given a choice by a Gwi ma of your own if its really necessary to hide these scars or embrace them? Is fulfilling these materialistic desires really going to make you happy?.

Channeled song : Burning Bridges by Sigrid, Takedown by Twice

I humbly advice to kindly give it an ear.

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I'm not sure how I feel about the Project Hail Mary trailer, for two reasons: - I'm not sure Ryan Goslin will ever really fit the image I had of Ryland Grace in my head... except, by the end of the trailer, he was growing on me??? - The trailer gives away a MAJOR spoiler that is deliberately meant to be a shocking reveal/major story shift. And I'm not sure how I feel about that! I understand why they did it, it's the heart of the book, and it's an exciting hook to put in the trailer, I'm not sure they'd get a lot of people into the seats if they didn't reveal that part, because otherwise it could so easily look like a generic scifi movie. But it also makes me sad because most people won't have that moment where you experience that absolute SHIFT in the story that you're reading, where you think you're reading one story and suddenly, WHAM, you're reading an entirely different one, and it was incredible! But also there's still a ton of surprise left, they don't even show the surprise (I want to know their design soooooo bad, I want to know what the scene is going to sound like/how they're going to deal with that sooooo bad), so I think they're making the best choice they can, but also man I just want to make everyone read the book first, because as much as I love Weir's movie adaptations, I still think the books work better for me and this trailer feels like it'll be the same way. I can't wait because I am so very here for Ryland and Rocky's friendship and I want everyone to love their friendship as much as I do.