#and it was so bad that at the time i couldn’t even think about creating things

[kotonoba]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Zoro x fem reader, where Chopper accidentally gives Zoro a sleeping tonic that's maybe too strong for him, Reader ends up getting stuck babysitting the world’s most dangerous napping swordsman. So, from dragging him out of the kitchen fire he caused to keeping Luffy from drawing on his face, she becomes the swordsman's unofficial caretaker. Though, through all the shenanigans, what she didn't expect was the way he murmurs her name even while asleep, or how his head always ends up resting in her lap? You can fill in the rest... maybe a slow-burning romance?

The Tired One (Zoro/F!Reader)

Summary: An accidental sleep tonic turned deadly? Emotions are running high on a ship that only has three females to share.

a/n: This took me three days. It's not that it was hard, I was catching up on my sleep debt. Also, been watching too much analog horror, sorry for the title.

Warning(s): none

Posted on AO3

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Recently, you have heard Zoro complain that the booze hasn’t been strong enough; he has been complaining about it ever since, well, forever. The complaining has gotten so bad that Chopper took it into his own hands to create a potent tonic for Zoro. But, what no one expected was that it wasn’t alcoholic, it was a sleep tonic, a sleep potion to be exact. At the same time, you’re aware of everything regarding the ship and the people living on it. What you weren’t expecting after leaving the Crow’s Nest from your training was to smell smoke and the cook raging at Zoro. 

You rush in to see half the kitchen on fire, Sanji attacking Zoro, Zoro defending, but… asleep. You rubbed your eyes before squinting a little harder to check if your eyes were playing tricks on you. And, lo and behold, they were not. The swordsman was fast asleep. You moved over to separate the two from attacking, “I’ll look after Zoro, okay?” Sanji seemed to agree to that, as you turned around, Zoro was gone. Out the door and gone with the wind. You hurried after him, leaving the chaos of the kitchen fire to Sanji to deal with. 

You see him trying to jump into the ocean; he was already taking off his shirt. Sometimes, you think he’s just acting when he’s asleep, but you forget who you’re taking care of as you run over, calling his name in attempts to catch his attention despite being asleep. You pull him back by his waistband, where he fumbles and falls on–almost–you, but with your quick reflexes, you manage to push him to the side before he falls on you like a sack of potatoes. You drag him into the shadier parts of the Thousand Sunny. Seeing as he had calmed down, you decided to grab yourself a book to keep yourself entertained.

By the time you had returned, Luffy was drawing on Zoro’s face, of course. As if your day can’t get any worse, don’t jinx that. You rush over to stop Luffy, “Luffy! You need to go help Sanji with the kitchen fire that Zoro caused because you…” You pulled an excuse out of someone’s ass. Just not yours, “you drew on his face, and now it’s your problem.” You tried to reason. It was outrageous, no one was going to fall for that– 

“Aw, okay,” Luffy pouts, dropping the marker and walking into the kitchen. 

Dumbfounded by him even agreeing to such an outrageous excuse, you sigh and sit beside the sleeping swordsman. Wiping off the marker print to the best of your ability with your shirt. You couldn’t risk going over to pick up his shirt and Luffy coming back to draw, or he had run off elsewhere. 

While you began reading your book Be Bold with Bananas, you had a taste for strange books. The crew found it hilarious that you even have a collection of weirdly titled books. Occasionally, Chopper would request that you read something to him from your collection out of curiosity; you sometimes find Robin reading your books because she thought it was interesting. 

Now that you think about it, Zoro had been suspiciously eyeing your books too, not reading them, but he does watch you read in between his training time. As you begin reading, you hear Zoro mumble in his sleep. You didn’t take anything a sleepwalking danger sign said to heart. Of course, what caught your attention was when he whispered your name in the most obscure, low growl, as if you stole something from him. 

Offended, you closed your book, a hand to your chest as if he had just insulted your taste in books, “...adorable,” you tilted your head at his choice of words. Unsure if he would put your name and the word adorable in the same sentence, as you had harassed him as much as Sanji had about his inability to find directions. “You’re,” you listen intently. “Adorable when you talk…” You felt your body heat up from the sudden confession. “But your taste in books is stranger than Chopper hiding the wrong way.” You hit him over the head, not that he flinched at anything. You didn’t think your taste in books was strange at all. How dare he? 

As you turn away from him to read again, you find him inching closer to you. You check under him to see Robin’s hands playing a trick on your mind by pushing him closer to you. Instead, there was nothing. So, you go back to your book, but by the time you notice him way too close, his head is already in your lap. 

Shocked, you pushed him off. However, it persists until you give up trying to push him away. He may need a pillow. You see Chopper running around trying to create new medicine, “Chopper, would you be a dear and grab me a pillow for Zoro?” 

Chopper nodded and grabbed a pillow from the infirmary for you to put underneath Zoro’s head, but he lingered and didn’t leave. You turn back to look at him with a smile. “I’m sorry,” he pouts. “I was going to make an alcoholic tonic for him that’s potent enough that he doesn’t drink so much to feel something, instead I made him into a sleeping demon.” 

Oh, so that’s the story behind this walking disaster. You laughed and cupped Chopper’s face gently, “It’s okay, we didn’t know he was going to tear the ship apart, you’re working on an antidote, right?” Chopper nodded, “That’s good enough then, keep up the good work, I’m rooting for you.” Fired up, Chopper runs into the infirmary to make an antidote for Zoro. 

Even after the pillow was given to Zoro, he still managed to put his head on your lap instead. His sleep-talking tirade continues; everything he says is about you and for you. Maybe you haunt his dreams. “I didn’t know I haunt your dreams,” you grinned, talking to the sleeping swordsman like he was going to respond to you.

Zoro didn’t respond. Why would he? He’s asleep. You continued to listen to him talk, sometimes, it was to tease you about the small things you did in life. Sometimes, it’s to tell you to be careful. Sometimes, the line between crewmate was blurry when he spoke; it warmed your heart, even if he didn’t mean it.

“He’s gotten comfy there.” You tilt your head back to see Nami talk. You smile at her as she sits beneath the umbrella for better shading.

“You think?” Nami nodded, pointing out that he usually doesn’t talk about one person on the crew; he typically discusses fighting or training techniques. “Maybe I’m special,” you tease.

“Maybe you are, have you seen the way he looks at you sometimes?” You hummed at Nami’s words, you don’t pay attention because someone is always on fire on the ship. “Or how, when you talk, he stops training completely just to listen to what you say?” You did notice that, but you thought he was just nosy. “Or how he even offers to share his booze with you?”

“Maybe you’re thinking too much into this, I would rather hear it from him,” you smiled. Nami gave you a look of defeat and shrugged. 

“I made it! It’s potent too!” Chopper calls out, running over to you with a small blue vial of liquid. It looks suspicious because it was still bubbling. “We just have to feed it to him.” Chopper says, trying to pour some in his mouth, but it just rolls back out. “I didn’t think that far.” 

“Here, I got it,” you smiled, taking the vial in your hand. If what Nami said was true, then you should test the theory. He is rather attractive, and you couldn’t know you hadn’t thought about it on several occasions. You see Sanji jump out in joy to see the three girls on the ship, all sitting outside, as he goes back in to retrieve some refreshments. You pour the liquid in your mouth, and it tastes a little spicy. As the cook came out with refreshments, all color was drained from his face as if someone had told him a friend of his had died. He watched you kiss the sleeping swordsman, but didn’t notice that you were giving him the liquid by mouth. 

As you’re about to pull away, Zoro pulls you back onto him, deepening the kiss. Too shocked to move, you let him. You break away from the kiss to catch your breath, and you see Zoro open his eyes. He gets flustered, but you weren’t going to let him go that easily. Pulling him into another kiss boldly, the two of you break away when Nami cheers and claps that the two of you seemingly confessed, and Sanji had grown fungus in the corner of the ship. 

“You have something to tell me, sleep demon swordsman?” You tease, straddling his waist as he cups your face.

He brings you down to kiss again before whispering, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I don’t know when I started paying attention, but I’ve been thinking about you, about us. I want us to be an item.” He eyes you, seeing you wait for him to continue. He grunts, a pink dusts across his features, “Please be mine? I want to be exclusive.” 

You laughed, kissing him back softly. “Sorry, Sanji,” you said, looking up from the swordsman to the cook. A soft smile graces your features, “I’m going to be exclusive with the swordsman, someone’s gotta make sure he doesn’t get lost.” You glanced down at the swordsman with a brighter smile, “I would love to.”

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Dirtbagging - Chapter 6

paige x azzi (climber au)

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WC: 3.1k

Warning: heavy angst, alludes to possible triggering sexual content, themes of death/dying/grief, mental health struggles

A/N: I know you guys aren't going to like this one but maybe it will answer some questions. As always don't hold back and let me know what you think ❤️‍🩹

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Azzi had never experienced seeing someone on both their good days and bad days. Sometimes she felt like she was experiencing the happy ending of the story, and at other times, she was in a bad dream from which she couldn’t wake up. Azzi vividly remembered the first version of Paige she had experienced, a woman so cold that just her gaze froze Azzi in her place. Being belittled without saying a word, and no effort to reciprocate. How had she appeared to change in such a short amount of time?

After hiking all day, the two had continued their careful game of push and pull. Testing each other's boundaries, seeing how far they could get without having to acknowledge out loud or internally what was truly happening. They touched each other on the outside, leaving the other shaken to their core. Azzi felt like they were gearing up for a breakthrough when they ended the night in her bed, tangled in the sheets scrolling and picking their favorite photos of each other.

“The light is shining perfectly onto your blue eyes in this one,” 

“You’re smile is so beautiful in this one,” they played the game of back and forth, ending with almost every picture a favorite, impossible to pick just a few.

Azzi could feel her nerves. She didn’t know what they were doing, and if she was too much or too little for Paige. She appreciated the moments when Paige took the lead, like when she shut off the lights and crawled back under the warm sheets with Azzi.

“Come here Az,” she whispered gently, holding her arm out to signal it was ok. Azzi curled into Paige's side, her head lying on her chest. It was easy to slip into this when they were both tired but also wired from their mutual testing throughout the day. 

Paige ran her fingertips up and down Azzi’s back, while Azzi explored further tracing Paige’s defined core. Azzi could not help where her mind was running, feeling Paige’s breath become more uneven at her touch. Feeling the way the blonde responded to her exploring hand gave her the most intense rush of pleasure throughout her body.

She kept the touch light and teasing, but she didn’t know how long she could before wanting more. The small sounds Paige was trying so hard to hide made her core light on fire, intense desire for the blonde blossomed.

Which was why the last thing she expected was for the blonde to push her hand away. No matter how politely the blonde did it, Azzi could not help but feel a deep tear at the rejection. Paige pulled her in, not the other way around. 

Azzi could not control the disappointment that was festering into something uglier. 

“Can we talk about this later?” her voice shakier than Azzi was expecting, making Azzi feel guilty for jumping to conclusions so quickly.

Azzi was ok with later, but how many times could the blonde keep pushing off the inevitable when she was starting it? She was scared that maybe the feelings were more one-sided than she thought, and that later was becoming never. Every night that week Paige created more distance between the two, whether she realized it or not. On Tuesday, Azzi woke up alone for the first time. On Thursday, Paige did not even bother coming to bed with her. Each subsequent day the trust Azzi had in Paige slowly deteriorated. She did not care about the physical distance as much as the mental distance. All she needed was for Paige to talk to her, but each day the blonde’s ability to communicate with Azzi weakened.

This allowed Azzi’s head to find insecurities she had never seen. Was she just trying to make her feel better after Ryder? Did she never really like her in the first place? What was she hiding from Azzi?

On Friday morning, Azzi tried her last-ditch attempt at getting back into the blonde’s good graces. As Paige was pouring their coffees, Azzi snuck around the back of Paige and embraced her, just as Paige had done to her plenty of times.

“Azzi, how many times do I have to tell you to stop”, Paige whispered.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Azzi said, her voice wobbling, holding back her imminent tears.

Paige pulled away from the touch, and more violently than Azzi expected. “It’s not that simple Azzi,” she snapped, breaking the last remaining belief Azzi had in the two of them.

Paige walked away to her room, and for the first time, Azzi followed her in. She didn’t ask for permission, entering Paige’s world for the first time since her first night there. 

Paige spun around when she realized Azzi was following her, raising her voice, “What are you not understanding about give me space?”

Azzi was shocked at the tone in the blonde’s voice, the words hitting like punches all over her body, leaving her bruised and broken.

The blonde continued without giving Azzi time to adjust, “We can’t fix each other Azzi. Stop trying to fix me. You aren’t perfect. Do you remember what happened last week? Maybe you need to take that more seriously and stop using me to get through it.”

Azzi did not even register the tears welling up in her eyes as the blonde pulled out a bag and started to throw random belongings inside. 

“Paige stop. It doesn’t need to be like this, we can talk about it, please don’t leave” Azzi begged as the blonde did not even register what she was saying.

The bag was packed, but Azzi did not stop her desperate attempt to keep the blonde safe and with her, “Paige it’s ok, I can leave ok? You don’t need to go out there alone. It's not safe and neither of us is in a good headspace right now. I’ll go crash with Riley or, or, one of the other girls and you can have the night to yourself?” Azzi continued with little effect on Paige’s decision.

Paige pushed Azzi gently to the side, not angry but disassociated, her eyes never locking with Azzi again as she continued her way out of the door. Azzi was left in her wake, still surrounded by the pristine room plastered with memories of Paige. 

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It was not long until Azzi heard a knock at the door. Which was strange because no one ever asked to come in, they just did. Opening the door she saw the last person she wanted to see, Ryder with an unsightly smile on his face. He slipped in past her without even an invitation.

“Good morning! Haven’t seen you much this week. How have you been?” Ryder said nonchalantly, with no awareness or care of Azzi’s unraveling mental state.

He sat on the couch like he owned it, arm over the back and legs spread. Azzi walked over to the couch, refusing to sit down with him, and crossed her arms in response.

“Not in the mood to talk this morning? You’ve been so unlike yourself this week. Just wanted to come check on you”, he explained defensively feigning innocence.

“Ryder tell me why you’re really here”, Azzi responded bluntly, not in the mood to be buttered up this morning.

“I just saw Paige drive away without you. Which is weird, you two are practically attached at the hip. I just came to check that you’re ok. Is that so wrong to do for someone you like?” He said with a touch of fake guilt, trying to break Azzi’s will.

“Ryder, I want you to leave,” Azzi said sternly. Her body language refused to shift, not falling into her ways of people pleasing.

But Ryder was tricky. Regardless of how much Azzi did not like him, he was good with his words. “I came to apologize. For last weekend. And I talked to my sister about it and I see that what happened could really be taken in the wrong way, so I just wanted to let you know that’s not what happened at all.” Ryder rambled, making Azzi reconsider the conversation. 

She sat down on the other end of the couch, crossing her legs and laying her hands in her lap. She looked down. “So tell me exactly what happened then.”

Ryder looked over at her trying to catch her eyes but she refused. “Paige left you in tears. I took you in and cleaned up your face, gave you water, and brought you into my room to sleep since there was nowhere else for you to go. Azzi, I am so sorry. You were blackout drunk and you didn’t know what you were doing. You started taking your clothes off and I tried to stop you but you wouldn’t. So I did what I could and just threw one of my shirts on you until you stopped resisting and fell asleep.”

Azzi was in disbelief. Is that actually what happened? In her confused mental state, she felt she only had one option, which was to accept it as the truth. The only person who knew was him, so she would have to take his word for it.

He continued, “I’m sorry Azzi. I am. I hope I can earn your forgiveness and your trust again.”

Azzi could not muster up a response. The supposed truth was eating at her, it felt unlike her. Who was she becoming? Was she that much of a different version of herself that night?

“You should have called Paige to come get me. It’s a bad look regardless of what happened,” she attempted to stand up for herself, but with little willpower left.

“And take you back to someone who was actively hurting you? Now you know that’s not true Az.”

“Don’t call me that.” She hissed back at him, doing her best to defend the little bit of herself she still had.

Ryder got up, sensing that he wasn’t going to make any more progress with the conversation. “Just remember who put you in that state that night. It wasn’t me,” he said calmly, with too much composure as if it was rehearsed. He started walking to the door, before opening it turning around to meet Azzi’s eyes.

“I’m here for you always, Azzi. Regardless of whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into with Paige.” He didn’t wait for a response and exited the house. 

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Let's just say that Paige’s last relationship did not end so well. The lasting psychological scarring of the event had a grip on her, reducing her to a shell of herself. And it kept coming back. Again, and again, and Paige had not found a way to stop it. 

It all started in the same room that used to be hers. Paige had pulled Azzi in. They had the most beautiful day together, full of laughter and stolen moments. Paige thought she was good, she did. Until Azzi really touched her. The caresses became less innocent, triggering Paige’s brain like all the times before. She felt the shift, but she was too scared to fully acknowledge it then.

It hurt her to see Azzi’s face when she pushed her away, but it was nothing in comparison to the thoughts polluting her mind. All she could see was Sol in her mind every time she saw Azzi. And not the smiling version of her that once existed here in this room. She saw the version that she never got to reconcile with. The one that never came back that day, the one that Paige had failed.

So when the nightmares got worse, Paige couldn’t stay with Azzi through the night anymore. She didn’t want Azzi to see the person she was reduced to when her symptoms got bad. But that didn’t stop Azzi from noticing. Sweet Azzi, she was perceptive. She cared about Paige to a fault. Which caused her to take Paige’s actions as a direct result of her, rather than considering that maybe this was just a part of who Paige was.

The next few days it got so bad that all Paige could think about was waking up to Azzi, cold and lifeless, next to her. So she stayed in her room. She couldn’t handle the pandemonium in her mind and managing Azzi’s fear of her. Every attempted touch startled her, and she wasn’t proud of the person she was when she got this way.

So she walked out on Azzi. It was ugly, she was ugly to Azzi. But it was better than the alternative of making things even worse for Azzi. 

Paige hopped in her car, with no idea yet where she was going.

She needed to see someone, but she hadn’t accepted who it was yet. So she just kept driving, further and further away from home. Her hands already knew the place, but her mind was not ready to catch up. She drove for hours, out into the central valley of California. The heat was so extreme that the AC could no longer keep up and she was burned from the intense sun. But she did not care, she just kept driving. Driving to the last remnants of her.

After an extremely long drive, she arrived in front of a little blue house, the flower beds lined with purple pansies and yellow grass scorched from the heat of summer. She turned the car off in the driveway and sat for a moment, questioning how she even got there. Watching the front door open, Sol’s mom, Camila, opened the door, and their black lab Daisy flew out the door to meet Paige.

She stepped out of the 4Runner to greet the dog, who licked all of the tears she didn’t realize covered her face. She basked in the feeling of the dog excited to see, giving her much needed love and attention. 

Sol’s mom waited patiently, letting Paige laugh and soak up Daisy’s joy. Paige was thankful for the greeting, but needed to face who she was actually there to see. Not a word needed to be spoken as the shorter greying mom took Paige into a warm embrace. 

“It's so good to see you, sweetie. But I know you never come here when things are good. So come inside and let me take care of you.” She said as she broke the embrace and led Paige and Daisy into the house. 

It was just like Paige remembered it, the smell of home cooked meals and memories that spanned lifetimes. She was on the walls, her past life chronicled in the family living room.

Camila sat her down at the breakfast bar, sliding over a cold glass of water for the girl to drink.

“Now tell me, honey. What’s going on? You haven’t been here in months so it must have gotten bad.”

“It started again. And worse this time, I see her everywhere I go and my brain is replaying it for me constantly,” she choked out.

“Paige, I know you don’t believe me, but it wasn’t your fault. Sol made the choices she made that day and you couldn’t stop her. She loved you” the mom said as she cupped Paige’s sunburned and swollen face. 

“It doesn’t help the image in my brain. I know rationally that’s true. But it doesn’t matter”, Paige sobbed, not able to handle her reality anymore.

The woman sat next to Paige, facing her and taking her hands.

“Honey, I know you don’t want to hear this from me. But healing is never going to be linear. It's ok to have setbacks. What matters is how you respond to them. How are you going to respond to this one?”

Paige tried to take a deep breath and regulate herself before she spoke the truth she had been scared to face. “I think I need to go see someone again. I shouldn’t have stopped.”

The mom squeezed Paige’s hand in agreement, smiling softly at the blonde. “I am so proud of you. Whether you realize it or not, you kept yourself alive this year without her. You’re brave and strong. She won’t ever leave you, but you can try and control the way you carry her with you.”

The blonde looked up to see tears streaming down Camila’s face too. Paige knew this wasn’t just her grief to carry, and being here with her somehow helped distribute the weight Paige felt.

They slipped into their normal rhythm of conversation. How was Daisy, how was the family. Paige told her about work, the trips she had been on. But she wasn’t expecting the next thing to slip from Camila’s mouth.

“I heard that you got a roommate for the house. How has that been going?” She questioned, not realizing the full impact of the question on Paige.

Paige contemplated how to respond. Was it wrong to tell her the whole truth? Would she resent her for opening herself up to someone new?

She decided to live it open-ended for now. “I’m enjoying having someone to share the space with. It was starting to get lonely there after a year,” Paige explained, the situation too complicated to explain to Camila just yet.

“I just wanted to remind you that it’s ok to move on. I am happy to see you’re finally meeting people again. Finding community in others. And I will always be here for you, regardless of who you bring into your life next.”

Paige could not help but feel her heart swell at the care Camila had for her. She didn’t have to look after her but she always did. 

After the afternoon of soaking up the quiet comfort of Sol’s family home, Paige knew it was time for her to return home. The goodbye was simple as always, the door open for her to come back when she needed to or when she was ready. Camila sent her off with all of her favorite sweets and a meal for the long ride home, which Paige did not realize how badly she needed.

On the long ride home, she was ready to turn the music back on, no longer drowning in her thoughts. She scrolled to Sol’s favorite playlist, filled with the most randomly nostalgic songs. She was never very good at making a cohesive playlist, but it was the thought that counted.

Paige didn’t know if this would be the last time she heard the playlist, but she soaked in every song. She finally felt hope that she could carry her grief and not be scared of when the next bad day would come.

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The Barrel and the Bullet

Word Count: ~6,300

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Rescue, Happy Ending

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!cop reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, trauma, swearing, implied violence, emotional distress, claustrophobia, but ends with safety and love.

Based off the rookie: spoilers ahead kinda if you haven’t watched except I will not say who is involved in the actual show 😭😭

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You missed roll call.

No one noticed at first , not until Morales came back from lunch and found a plain envelope sitting on the front desk. No name. No note. Just a USB drive inside.

When he plugged it in, the room fell silent.

The screen flickered to life.

You.

Stuffed into a dark plastic barrel, zip-tied, gagged, lip split. You weren’t dead, but you were close.

Shaking. Breathing like each breath was fire.

The camera panned slowly, deliberately. No sound. Just the hum of bad lighting. Then your gag was yanked off.

You didn’t scream.

Instead, with your eyes full of terror and defiance…

You began to sing.

“Wise men say… only fools rush in…”

Gasps in the room.

“But I… can’t help… falling in love with you.”

Then the screen cut to black.

Words appeared.

“Let’s see if your friends can find you before the song ends.”

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Morales called the captain. The captain called D.C.

Which is how Bucky Barnes found out you were missing.

He’d been halfway through a mission debrief with Sam when he got the call, a special request from NYPD. Not officially his jurisdiction, but it didn’t matter.

Not when it was you.

You, who’d been the NYPD lead on their shared weapons trafficking case. You, who always matched him barb for barb, step for step. You, who laughed too loud and never let him shut himself off.

You, who Bucky hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since the case started.

Now you were gone.

And someone was using your voice, your song, to taunt them.

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NYPD created a joint task force that night. The captain wanted it hush-hush, no press. Just local detectives, federal support, and Bucky and Sam, who refused to sit this one out.

“This was retaliation,” Morales told them. “She busted one of their caches a week ago. Her name was all over the reports.”

“They’re not asking for money,” Sam noted. “This isn’t ransom.”

“No,” Bucky growled. “This is punishment.”

They reviewed the video again. It killed Bucky to watch it, but he didn’t look away.

“Pause there,” he said, pointing. “See that blinking red light?”

“Motion sensor,” Morales said. “Security brand. Outdated.”

“Pull building permit data,” Bucky snapped. “Anywhere that still uses those sensors. That’s your short list.”

“You sure you wanna be this involved?” Torres asked.

Bucky stared at the screen. “She sang to survive. I’m not going to let her die unheard.”

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Your breath came short.

The inside of the barrel was too small, too dark. The plastic walls creaked every time you shifted. You felt the air thinning.

You couldn’t scream. Couldn’t waste oxygen.

So you sang.

It kept you sane. Kept you you.

When the barrel swayed from movement above, you flinched, expecting fists. But this time, all they did was shine a camera light on your face.

Red. Recording.

And you realized…

They were sending it to your team.

To Torres. Morales. The whole precinct. Maybe even…

No. You couldn’t think about Bucky. That hurt more than the bruises.

But still… you imagined his voice. That sarcastic, low drawl.

“Hey, that all you got?”

So you sang louder.

“Take my hand…”

You weren’t singing for them anymore.

You were singing for him.

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Back at the precinct, another video arrived.

Same barrel. Different angle. Your voice weaker this time.

“Like a river flows…”

Torres slammed his fists against the wall and stormed out.

Bucky didn’t move.

Sam finally stepped forward. “You okay?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “No.”

He stood. Pacing. Like something in him was unspooling.

“I’ve watched her carry half this case alone. I watched her get put on hold every time she asked for backup. And now I’m watching her waste away in a fucking barrel while these bastards broadcast it—”

He broke.

His fists slammed the table.

“I never told her,” he whispered. “She made me feel something real again. And I just stood there pretending not to care.”

Sam’s voice was quiet. “Then don’t just stand now. Let’s go get her.”

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Morales brought in a miracle.

“There’s audio distortion in the second video. Background hum, matches an outdated diesel generator.”

Torres jumped in. “There’s a condemned waste site in Queens. Whitestone Processing. Right near old train lines.”

“Pull the permits,” Bucky said. “Fast.”

The sensor brand? Still registered to the Whitestone property.

Sam nodded. “We’ve got her.”

The captain gave the green light. NYPD moved. ESU rolled. But Bucky didn’t wait.

He was already gone.

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The waste site was rotting and silent.

Bucky burst through the chain fence like a bullet, sprinting toward the storage building with the reinforced padlock.

He barely noticed the fight around him, cops shouting, suspects running. Torres cuffed one of the men screaming about “the barrel.”

Then—

Singing.

Faint. Cracked.

“Darling so it goes… some things are meant to be…”

He ran harder.

A locked storage unit. Bucky ripped the door open with his bare hands.

There, in the middle of the dark room, was the barrel.

He crossed the distance in three steps and dropped to his knees.

“(Y/N)?!”

The lid groaned. Your face, pale and barely conscious, tilted up toward the light.

“Hey,” Bucky said, voice cracking. “I got you.”

Your eyes fluttered. “You’re… real.”

“I’m real,” he promised, ripping the ties from your wrists, lifting you into his arms like you were sacred. “You’re safe now. You’re safe.”

You tried to smile. “Didn’t stop singing…”

He pressed his forehead to yours.

“I know,” he whispered.

⸻

You woke to white lights and soft beeping.

A warm weight was pressed against your leg.

Bucky.

Sleeping with his head resting on the bedrail, hand still clutching yours.

You blinked.

His eyes opened instantly. “Hey.”

“You stayed.”

“Not going anywhere.”

You swallowed hard. “I thought I’d never get out. That I’d die with that song stuck in my throat.”

“But you didn’t,” he said. “You kept yourself alive.”

Tears welled. “Did you watch?”

“Every second.”

“I was scared I’d forget who I was. I hoped that you guys would figure it out. I knew… I knew you would make it.”

He moved closer. “You didn’t forget. You reminded us. I thought I lost you.” His breath hitched.

You reached for him, pulled him down.

“Say it.”

He exhaled, shaky and sure.

“I love you.”

⸻

You never watched the videos.

But Bucky kept a copy.

He only played it once. Just to remember the moment you held yourself together with nothing but memory and music.

A few months later, he found you on your rooftop, warm night air, Elvis playing from your phone, your hair caught in the breeze.

“Still your favorite?” he asked.

You turned, smiling softly.

“It brought you to me.”

And without missing a beat, you sang:

“For I… can’t help… falling in love with you.”

⸻

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Asshole.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff ?

Synopsis : “hii, could i request a thanos w a reader whos a problematic streamer?? 😭😭 im sorry its so vague” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // sorry it took so long ;-; i hope you’re still around lol I honestly don’t know if I managed to make the reader problematic. I didn’t wanna make him a bigot you know ? Probably not how you imagined it, definitely not how I imagined it either, I hope you still like it because I don’t. Reader is the world’s biggest hater

You and Thanos met during your first year of graduate school. As soon as he saw you he couldn’t stop staring at you with a confused look on his face. Why did you look so… familiar ?

He wasn’t very subtle or discreet about it, his whole body would turn around to stare at you each time you passed next to him. You always glanced back at him just as confused as he was before focusing once more on what you were doing.

Then one day, even though he generally arrived late to class, you arrived later and ended up sitting next to him.

He looked at you intently, eyes wide and mouth open. Was he shocked ? You turned to him, wondering why that guy kept looking at you weirdly but before you could speak, the man whispered.

“Why do I know you ? Who are you ?”

“Huh ?” Your eyes widened slightly before finally making sense of what he said and replyed quietly. “Oh. Twitch maybe ?”

“Twitch ?” He repeated, thinking.

“I’m [Username] ? I make music when I’m live.”

That’s when it clicked in his head. He had seen you not on Twitch but on TikTok. Every now and then, clips of your streams would pop up on his fyp.

“Ah !” He exclaimed a bit too loudly before lowering his voice again as a few students glared his way for disrupting the lesson. “You’re that asshole who keeps making diss tracks. I knew I’ve seen you before.” He smiled, happy to finally put a name on your face.

“Asshole ? Bitch who the fuck are you to call me asshole ?” You whispered, glaring at him.

He laughed quietly before looking at the teacher, amused. Did you not know you were an asshole ?

You continued staring at the man next to you, dumbfounded but your insistent staring made him look back at you.

“I’m Thanos.” He smirked.

“T- Thanos ?” You repeated, stunned, brows furrowed.

“Yeah. Remember that name.”

You looked at him with heavy judgment but before you could ask why you needed to remember his name he spoke again.

“I’d like to see you try to make a diss track about me. You won’t be able to, my music’s too great.” He added with a cocky grin and a nod, way too confident in himself. You raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, who are you ? You’re nobody, why would I make a song about a nobody ?” You replied quietly, returning your attention to the lesson. You heard Thanos scoff, probably shaking his head in disapproval before looking at the teacher as well.

“I’ll show you in a few years.” He added after a couple seconds, determined to prove you wrong. You didn’t reply but rolled your eyes, unimpressed.

Despite this negative first interaction, Thanos and you continued to sit next to one another, even working together in group projects. It was not your choice. You had to admit that Thanos was persistent.

So you slowly got accustomed to him, growing closer despite your tough love. He surely knew when not to listen to you and how to peel your comments on his songs to find the tiniest compliment.

As he became your friend, Thanos downloaded Twitch and became a recurrent viewer of your streams. He quickly found out he wasn’t the only one calling you asshole. In fact, a big part of your viewers were haters. And you… well, you deserved it.

On each stream you would spit on an artist, streamer, YouTuber or other person, shitting on them and everything they did, even creating a whole song to criticize them. You always found something bad to say.

Your chat is full of hate messages from fans defending the person you’re criticizing.

They try not to engage with your content, there even is a rumor saying you’re just baiting people, a living rage bait, but they can’t help to fall into it, your taunting tone and sly smiles raising the blood pressure of your viewers.

Every now and then you enter a new drama, clashing with other streamers who dare speak against you. Sometimes they even mute your mic when you’re playing a game with them because of your lack of respect and constant attacks.

You spare no one, not even the dead which really annoy people. You never had a nice thing to say unless it was backhanded.

Sometimes even Thanos didn’t know if you were honest or if you really hated the people you criticized. But he didn’t care, he loved it, it was fun to see people write angry messages.

“Do you ever listen to anyone ?” He asked one day.

“No. I don’t even listen to whale sounds because I hate whales.” You replied flatly and Thanos snorted.

Should he believe you ? After all, he never caught you listening to music. Even in your car the radio is off. Maybe you were just really committed to the bit ?

Now that he thinks about it, when you drive him somewhere your phone is on the phone holder next to the wheel. The screen is black, the device silent, but you surely intend to play music once he’s out of your car, right ? Why else would it be here ?

“I only listen to the sound of silence. Sadly you can’t shut up so I barely hear it anymore.” You added, looking at him with an accusatory face.

He glared at you.

“If you hated my music you’d already have made a song about how bad it is.” He snickered.

“I told you I don’t diss nobodies.”

“But I’m not a nobody.” He smiled, grabbing you by the back of your neck. “I’m gonna be on ‘Rap Battlegrounds’ and I’m gonna fucking win, yo !” He let go of your neck, throwing his hands in the air in excitement.

“Oh fuck, they accepted you ? Damn.”

He nodded proudly, happy to hear your surprise. He was about to reply something cocky but you continued talking.

“I see they lowered their standards. Or maybe it’s for the bloopers ?”

Thanos groaned loudly, why did you have to be so fucking annoying ?

“Ah !” He sighed, swearing under his breath. “You really are an asshole, man ! You’re pissing me off !”

You smiled at him.

“Hey.” You started calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “If you win, I’ll possibly make a diss track about you, you won’t be a nobody anymore even though your music sucks ass like crazy.”

He looked at you, interested.

“You really will ?”

You looked back at him, surprised that he didn’t not seem to care about your comment.

“Only if you win. You won’t though.”

“I will win.” He said seriously, focused and confident. “And you won’t be able to make a diss track because I’m the greatest.”

You grimaced, disagreeing with his statement.

“We’ll see.” You replied.

[the-real-bruce-banner]

Claire and Carmy “The Scary Parts”

Aka. Panic attacks that have only been briefly discussed

Claire kept saying that her relationship with Carmy was “scary” and if they would have made it past the “scary moments” maybe they would be incredible (4x3).

And I just got me thinking….like what is she talking about? Every scene of ClaireCarmy, has been through carmys POV lense and it’s visually suppose to be a dream. Thats why the audience is supposed to want them to get back, because every time Carmy spends screentime seeing/thinking about her we see him miss kissing her, sharing cigarettes, laughing, happy etc.

SO WHAT IS CLAIRE TALKING ABOUT “if we could have made it past the scary parts, we would be incredible”.

I tried to connect it the fact that most things about him and Claire are meant to suppress his feeling for Sydney. And before Claire, Mikey was being used to kinda suppress Sydney as well and what she meant to Carmy. Which reminded me of something…

In the same way that Carmy is suppressing Sydney and making her the dish, knowing she’s his peace, her being his muse, etc. unlocked a new parallel.

Carmy is suppressing the bad with Claire the same same he’s suppressing the good with Sydney. We just aren’t suppose to pay attention to that yet.

Claire called their relationship SCARY because Carmy was having PANIC ATTACKS almost after every time they hooked up. And he suppresses them because thoughts of SYDNEY helped him through them. He couldn’t tell Claire that.

So instead he told her it was about Fishes (2x6), or a fire suppression test (2x8), or that his heart was just beating fast (3x4) because he didn’t know how to handle time off. Carmy never came clean to Claire about what HELPED him breathe again so he told her what made him STOP breathing.

We as an audience haven’t even been allowed to see Carmy go through those moments with Claire because it would shatter the visual illusion that Chris Storer has managed to create. But he messed up because he has to bring out that point with Claire in order to set up the reveal for S5.

TLDR: Carmy has been having panic attacks with Claire in every scene they’re in together. Sydney is his peace, but in order to know that, Carmy would have to come clean about it.

[yuwuta]

something i think is absolutely bonkers is when fans of an anime/manga start publicly saying fuck you to the mangaka—who is still a very real person—just because the villainous character, who is not real at all, they wanted to fuck died

[rosy-hollow]

“Katsuki you can’t keep doing this to yourself!”

“Jesus baby, you know that this is my job,I don’t have a choice! I can’t just stop savin’ people ‘cause my girlfriend wants me to.”

It went on like that for a while, back and forth, between “You can’t just keep coming home like this, it’s not healthy!” and “It’s my fuckin’ job-what the fuck do ya want me to do about it?!” as well as every single variation of the two.

It was exhausting.

You were understandably worried sick about your pro hero boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, you always had been. You loved him to death, you always would, but your heart simply couldn’t take the sight of him coming home bruised and bloodied and on the brink of death. 

You believed in him, you really did, but the little voice in the back of your head never seemed to stop asking the one question you wish never had to be asked in the first place. 

What if it finally became too much? What if one day, he didn’t come home back to you?

The scenarios that voice would create were almost as bad as having to experience it in real life, and Katsuki’s blatant disregard for your feelings only made it worse.

To him, you didn’t believe in him. Your worries made him feel weak - your worries made it seem like his skills were incompetent, as if he wasn’t enough. After all, when you see a hero like All Might on the screen, no one is simply worried for his wellbeing, because they know he’ll win. 

Why don’t you think he can win?

The two of you don’t speak to each other for the rest of the night, still sleeping in the same bed but turned away from each other.

And it was hard, trying to fall asleep without the other, so accustomed to falling asleep in each other’s arms, but you finally managed to do so. 

However, without Katsuki’s presence to soothe you in the night, the voice in your head decided to take the reins on your dreams. 

Except it was much more worse than that.

You were on a battle field, there was so much happening except there was nothing happening at the same time. 

You can’t see your hands, or the rest of your body, eerily making you a spectator to the chilling scene around you. 

The ground was slate grey, and then it wasn’t, crimson blood staining the ground until all you could see was red.

You try to scream, but you can’t because you have no body, and consequently, no mouth. 

Still you persist, opening an invisible mouth to let out soundless screams in the hope that someone, anyone, can get you out of this soulless empty hellhole.

And then you see him. 

It’s Katsuki.

He looks fine, unharmed except for the hollow look in his eyes. 

Your heart aches and you reach out an invisible hand to do something, to apologize for losing your temper, anything to have him back.

But the moment you blink, Katsuki isn’t fine, or unharmed anymore.

Now, there was a gaping hole in his chest, and half of his face was stained the same crimson that was splattered across the ground.

You could only watch in horror as Katsuki’s life was sucked out of him, seeping out through the blood that dripped out of his body, staining the ground even further, pooling at his feet.

You scream even more, but nothing comes out. You can’t do anything, and the love of your life is bleeding out and you’re just standing there.

Shit!

You didn’t realize you were crying until you feel two strong hands gently shaking you awake, finding yourself buried in Katsuki’s chest, clutching onto his shirt like it was your lifeline. Or in this case, his.

“Baby? I’m here, love, I’m here… everything’s okay…” he murmurs, his gruff voice soothing you as he strokes your hair, allowing you to soak his shirt with your tears, not minding it at all.

You look at him, and his heart breaks at the broken look in your eyes.

“Katsuki…?” you whisper, and he looks at your with those piercing vermillion eyes, ridden with guilt. 

“Baby, m'so sorry I talked to ya like that…. I was an idiot. .” he whispers angrily, but not towards you. Never at you.

How had he not realized how bad your anxiety was?

He sighs - he wasn’t the focus right now, you were.

He brings a large and gentle hand around, cupping the back of your head and tenderly pressing it against his chest.

“Feel that baby? That's my heart, beating for you. And only for you, hear me?”

You giggle softly, feeling your heart warm. The two of you fall asleep together like that, and the little voice in your head finally gives you a few words of assurance. 

Katsuki’s okay.

A/N: what's a girl gotta do to get a man like him 😔

[kamitv]

Love the idea of Gojo who’s lowkey a perv but had done a pretty good job at hiding it up until he called you one day and overheard you getting fucked by your husband, who just so happens to be his best friend Suguru.

It’s instant the way his cock jumps to life at the wet squelches heard over the phone. Hell, even when Suguru very clearly told him the way he was fucking you to tears, Gojo couldn’t help but palm himself to soothe that growing ache.

Then the words, “Y'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?” Came pouring out of his mouth faster than he meant for them to.

Truth be told, it was more of a thought that was never supposed to leave his brain and yet here he is now; tugging at his cock to the erotic sounds of you moaning out his best friend’s name. Gojo’s dick was slicked with a filthy mix of precum and his own spit, making it easy for his hand to glide up and down his long shaft.

His phone was on max volume, sounds of Suguru spewing out such filth to you stirring up Gojo even more. Then there was every delicate moan you let out…

Suguru’s got such a way with words too. Dirty talk flows past his lips effortlessly and it makes Gojo’s cock painfully twitch against his palm.

“Show me how deep I am baby, c’mon, you can point f’me, can’t you?” Fuck. Gojo can only toss his head back and squeeze his eyes shut, fisting his weeping tip faster by the second. “Thaaat’s it, pretty girl. Yeahh, y’feel me riiight here, huhh?”

His imagination is running absolutely wild given the audio porn he’s been allowed to listen to. Everything is so loud—you’re so loud. He can practically picture the way you’re layed out under Suguru, vivid images of your pussy lips bulging around his best friend’s thick cock as he fucks himself to the hilt of your cunt.

Gojo can hear each time Suguru hits the right spot, he can tell based off of that particularly filthy squelch that rings throughout his eardrums. Which is usually followed by a hitched gasp of Suguru’s name, and then a hiss (presumably because you’ve left yet another long scratch on his back).

Gojo doesn’t know what’s louder at this point—you or your cunt. “S-Shiit-,” He gasps, hips bucking up into his fist as he hones in on the drooling slicked sounds of your pussy leaving a messy coat of cum around Suguru’s cock. “So fuckin’ wet,” Gojo whispers to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

His slim fingers curl around the base of his cock tightly as he hears Suguru use him as a means to tease you. “See? I told you she was loud t’day,” He teases you with this big fucked out smirk on his face while his thrusts grow sloppy.

“Even Satoru can hear how fuckin—“ Suguru pauses to spit down onto your cunt, “—Sloppy she is.”

Gojo lets out a throaty whine at the way his friend is actually including him in this. His wrist is starting to cramp with how fast he’s jerking himself off, cracking open his squeezed eyes just to see the mess he’s steadily making of himself.

All because of you. Gojo knows it’s wrong to think about it, he knows it’s wrong to fantasize about you but he can’t fucking help it. Every time Suguru brings you around you’ve always got the pretty smile on your face and you always smell so mind-numbingly good.

Gojo was a perv long before Suguru and you started dating, and things didn’t change at all when the two of you got married.

Ring on your finger be damned. Gojo can only imagine the way you’d sound moaning his name instead, how it’d flow off of your plump spit slicked lips, the way your eyes would lull back when he fucks into you deep enough.

And hell if Suguru ever lets him actually fuck you. He could only imagine the look on his friend’s face as he watches Gojo fuck you down into the mattress, bringing his hand down on to your stomach and pressing hard onto the bulge his thick cock creates—watching you choke on your own moans and lose your mind in pleasure.

Gojo wants you bad. He wants to fuck Suguru’s darling wife and he knows its wrong. He knows he should be happy with what he’s got right now and the mere opportunity of being able to listen in like this but..

“Oh! F-Fuuck.. right there Sugu,” You’re heard whining out. All Gojo can do is imagine it. He can imagine the look on your face right now, how your body twitches as Suguru’s thumb swats at your soddened clit, making your legs go numb and your face contort into something so utterly lewd.

Suguru’s busy pouting at you, mocking your little whine just now. “Aw, baby… Don’t be ruude. Satoru’s on the phone bein’ all perverted ‘nd listenin’ to ya’, you could thank him too y’know..”

Gojo’s mind blanks at the prospect of simply hearing you moan his name. Why would Suguru suggest that?? Does he… Is he as into this as Gojo is? Does this turn him on too?

You’re barely even lucid at this point, completely fucked to pure bliss. “Toruu’,” You gasp, “Hnngh… t-thank you.”

Right then and there, Gojo’s cumming. His eyes meet the back of his damn skull and he’s groaning freely and carelessly, causing your soaked walls to milk the fuck out of Geto’s cock.

All three of you are feeling pleasure beyond expected from this. Gojo’s huffing and puffing curses and small desperate whines of your name, picturing himself fucking you full of his cum instead of his fist. Geto’s above you drilling you into the couch to the point where your eyes cross and you can’t even moan anymore.

And you…

Well, you’re eventually woken up by your husband, Suguru, who’s a bit confused as to why you’d been making all these noises in your sleep… Especially seeing as Gojo was sitting on the couch right next to you.

“Call me crazy but,” Suguru narrows his eyes at your dazed face, “M’pretty sure I heard you moanin’ both of our names, gorgeous.”

[foldingfittedsheets]

My paternal grandmother was a librarian. I only got to see that set of grandparents once a year as they lived out of state. I fondly remember summers spent at their house watching That Darn Cat and The King and I on loop, hunting for water skippers in the back creek, and reading the entirety of the Peanuts comics.

Because my grandma was a librarian she was delighted to foster my love of reading. We made trips to the library every week. One summer when I was seven or so I got really into this kids series about princesses all named after gemstones, each had a unique magic power.

At the end of each book was a puzzle or some extra bit of lore to decode. All of them were easily copied down in some way. Until I got to Sapphire’s book. At the end of the story Princess Sapphire was in peril! She needed a hero to come save her from a terrible fate. And there, on the last page, was a decoder device. It needed to be cut out and assembled.

I had to help save the Princess!!! In the iron grip of a fever of imagination I immediately found scissors and started carefully cutting the page. The page warned only to use scissors with an adult present and I scoffed to think I needed supervision just for scissors! I was a hero!Her plight called to me from the pages, imaginings of how I would daringly rescue the beautiful sweet Princess Sapphire ran through my little brain-

And about halfway up the page toward my goal I froze. This was a library book. I couldn’t cut a library book! What was I doing?! Even now in my memory it stands as a glaring example of the first time I mastered impulse control. Tragically, too late.

I was distraught. My grandma had a sacred duty to books and I, villain that I was, had defiled a precious tome! I wallowed for some time in abject misery, experiencing the greatest amount of guilt my tiny body had ever previously held. I’d probably go to jail. For a crime as monumental as wielding scissors against a book I wouldn’t even get dessert in jail.

Gradually, I processed my way through the grief of my vile deeds. I couldn’t have the decoder, I slowly accepted. That might be punishment enough. And I had only cut the page halfway. So it was only half a crime... It wasn’t illegal to lie when you’d aborted an evil act, right?

I didn’t know but I didn’t want to face my grandma’s potential wrath. I have no memory of my grandma ever yelling at me. I waited until the next day to approach her.

“Grandma? I finished my book and when I got to the end I saw someone had cut the page! They probably wanted the decoder because I also want that but it was very bad to cut a book, wasn’t it?”

My grandma regarded me benignly. She carefully took the book to observe it and nodded. “It’s good to see that they stopped before they cut it all the way out. Let’s go tape this together, and then I can photocopy the page and we can make you a decoder.”

I was ecstatic. Rewarded for my honesty! I created and cracked codes for the rest of summer with the flimsy paper creation we’d made. I genuinely doubt my grandma believed that I wasn’t the perpetrator, but I loved that she acknowledged that the person responsible stopped.

[yzzart]

⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS! ── PART TWO

── content warnings: F!reader, reference to the anime, jokes and puns with demons, mention of Eve and Vergil, a little bit of angst, content with some mature but light words and part one is here!

── word count: 744!

⭑.ᐟ Dante tells the worst, stupidest jokes you could ever hear in your entire life; and which, as time goes by, become the best. — He couldn't live without them, and he made sure you couldn't either. — His creativity and ability even in the face of extremely and frighteningly dangerous situations was admirable.

⤷ Since the first day of your relationship, you think that Dante has, keeps — or thinks about creating — a notebook full of puns, jokes and, sometimes, laughs alone and exults with them. — Nothing bizarre, it's just Dante. — Just like he sends messages during his “work” to tell you about them.

what’s a demon hunter’s favorite kind of tea? i don't know, sweetie ;P — what is it? EXORCISTI! ya know? it sounds like exorcist tea ;)

⭑.ᐟ Seeing you wearing some of his t-shirts, since there are very few of them, is something he will never get used to and will never be able to focus on, pay attention to anything other than you. — However, seeing his red coat with scarlet details on your body is enough for Dante to recognize his wild, animalistic side.

⤷ By heavens, that man worships, contemplates you by nature; as if he was born to adore your presence. — And every time you ask to use it, or just take it boldly and shamelessly, he melts, completely. — His eyes conveyed pleasure and so much desire.

“I’m starting to think it looks better on me.” — Of course, you couldn’t let the teasing go; running your hand along the sleeve, adjusting the reddish fabric, and deeply smelling your boyfriend’s scent on the coat. — “Don’t you think so, big boy?” — You bit your lower lip, hiding, and failing, a shy and so bold smile.

“I agree with everything that comes out of your mouth, my love.” — Dante was transfixed, acting as if he were hypnotized, he confirmed with greater pleasure that he was, in you. — “I really agree.” — That man was obsessed with you.

⭑.ᐟ This damn demon hunter — with a high chance of being the son of a demon, and without knowing anything about it — flirts with you every day, hour, minute and second. — Dante lives for comments, compliments and flirting with his beautiful girlfriend. — You don't have to admit it, he knows very well that you love him and can't resist all of them.

⤷ Oh, even while he's killing demonic creatures and beating up some idiots who try to ruin his work. — Dante doesn't waste time, he needs to let it be known that he's a committed and faithful guy.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” — He pointed one of his pistols at a demon, transformed, disguised as a lady who asked for his help; wow, a typical trap that never changed. — “I’m committed to my girlfriend, then.” — About to be attacked, he pulls the trigger. — “It’s so bad to be requested and desired by everyone.” — He let out a breath, picking up the phone and dialing a few digits, waiting patiently. — “Hey, my girl.”

⭑.ᐟ In that old, filthy and almost finished building — which, with your countless visits and almost becoming a resident, has gained a better appearance — you and Dante listen to music, chosen by the boy, until the last volume; it bothers the person who lives on the street in front, but who could care?

⤷ Your pool games, card games and days of just eating pizza are always accompanied by the jukebox. — Dante pretends to be at a concert, imitating playing the guitar next to you, soon, the two of you burst out laughing.

⭑.ᐟ Dante manages to hide the anguish, an unbearable tightness he feels when he remembers the loss of his mother and brother; the memory of his mother putting him in the closet, Vergil disappearing and the fire spreading disturbed him daily. — The heavens knew, they witnessed how much you wanted to help him with all this suffering; but Dante contradicted himself, saying that just by having you by his side, this pain disappeared.

⤷ It wasn’t a lie. — Dante would never dare do that to you. — He felt so good and grateful, thankful, just for your presence. — So, always after a long, boring, and extremely tiring night, Dante would cuddle up to you; specifically, he would bury his face in your neck and wish, even pray, to stay there forever.

what’s a demon’s favorite exercise? >:) baby, it's 3 AM… :/ but i'm curious, what is it? ;) possession presses—really strengthens the grip!

[kyri45]

A final letter

Hello Everyone!

The queue is paused and everything is scheduled, which means we are ready for the finale!

I know that, in the end, this was just a silly side project for me, with everything else going on in my life. But for this occasion, I wanted to drop some words here and hope they make sense.

I started watching LMK only because a friend told me there was a "Sonadow-coded" ship. I ended up consuming the entire thing in one sitting on July 10th, 2024. At the time, I was still recovering from a bike accident that had left me with a broken right forearm—unable to draw for a little over a month. (I did try drawing with my left finger, but it wasn't exactly fun.)

Not only that, but it was summer, and I couldn’t enjoy the season or practice my main sport, windsurfing. To say I was feeling the blues is an understatement. I remember being in physical pain just from not being able to draw my sillies. But then, watching LMK did something to my brain chemistry that my little undiagnosed autistic self had never experienced before. It hit so hard that I’ve been physically unable to rewatch the show SINCE that very first day. (And y’all still call me the CEO of this fandom. Bro, I just work here.)

A lot of you have asked what inspired me to start this comic or to draw LMK fan art in the first place. While my usual answer is, "I saw Shadowpeach and thought MK could be their lovechild, given his appearance," the moment that actually started it all was THIS ONE—

(I HAD TO REWATCH THIS SCENE TO MAKE THE GIF AND IT HURT ME ON A MOLECOLAR LEVEL)

I have… a thing for characters who discover their entire identity was something else all along. It consumes my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I live for identity crises, for characters who thought they knew who they were, only to be forced to rediscover themselves, their existence, and their place in the world. If you give me a story where a character has to go through that, I will like it—regardless of how bad the rest of the story is.

Pair that with loads of trauma, daddy issues, the pressure of a legacy, and world-ending stakes, and congrats! Now I’m obsessed, and I will not stop thinking about it for the rest of my days!

At first, my brain just wanted to release some of that energy with a small, four-panel post about the monkeys discovering that MK was technically their kid.

That was supposed to be it.

But since I never seem to learn my lesson, it didn’t stay like that. Because once I started drawing, I just... continued.

And

I

never

stopped.

A lot of you have also asked how I found the motivation to draw so much, to never take a break. Well, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it one last time: I am my number one fan. No matter how much you laughed, cried, screamed, or went feral over this story, I did all of that and more. Because I got to think about the chapters months before they released. I got to daydream about them. I got to watch them come to life—first through sketches, then line art, then dialogue. And finally, I got to witness your reactions and see the incredible creations you made, inspired by my story.

So yeah, in a way, it was almost an addiction. A good addiction. Because, for the first time in my life, I actually understood what loving art means.

I’ve been drawing for ten years, working professionally for five, but I never loved art before. I just liked it because I happened to be good at it. But creating this comic made me understand why artists say, "Oh, I’ve loved drawing since I was a child!" This was the first time I allowed myself to create purely for my own enjoyment. Something I hadn’t had the privilege to do for a long time.

Other than making me feel even more single than I already was, this story somehow also helped me a little with my own family relationships. So yeah. Crazy how the gay monkeys changed my life.

Of course, I never could have predicted how much traction my AU would gain. Man, y’all were really starving to latch onto something this silly. /j

But yeah—thank you. Thank you for sticking around until the end, for having the patience and trust to follow the story even when I made you rage with angst and cliffhangers. (The statement in my bio still stands: I am not responsible for any physical or emotional damage my art has caused.)

I’m absolutely shit at thanking people, or at writing, or at talking in general, honestly. I’m the furthest thing from being good with words, so I hope the final chapter will be enough to show you my gratitude.

Through this story, I met so many wonderful, talented people. I watched as fans across different platforms found each other through memes and fanart of the AU. I saw artists start their own AUs inspired by mine, growing their own communities. I witnessed an explosion of creativity and collaboration through our takeovers. And I laughed along with you all.

And yeah—at its core, this story has always been about love. Whether it’s platonic, sibling, parental, romantic, or whatever the hell Mac and Wukong had going on for millennia.

At its heart, it’s a story about family.

And maybe, in the end… the real family wasn’t just the one in the comic, but the one we’ve found together along the way. 💛

See you all at the finale.

Love you all, freaks /affectionate

Jade

[lvve-talks]

WINNER TAKES ALL ·⁀ ༄.°🎾 ₊⭒˚｡⋆

🏸˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ coach!art x reader x tennisplayer!rafe jealous art, age gap (art is mid-late 30s, you and rafe are 20s), voyeurism, art calls rafe "kid" but everyone is adults!!, 18+ mdni it's my birthday!! so nothing better than something incredibly self indulgent for my first real smut (,,>ヮ<,,)!

you're art donaldson’s star student

the brightest star in his sky, damn the sun

he thinks you're an angel come down to earth, flying through the air in those little white pleated skirts

golden, perfect, pure

and then rafe cameron came along

all cockiness and aggression, if his rich parents weren’t paying him so much for private lessons, art would’ve dropped that bastard long ago

rafe had his sights set on you since the very first day he arrived to the court for lessons with art and there you were finishing up your own

little white pleated skirt that showed a glimpse of your underwear every time you jumped to return a ball

he makes sure to talk you up while you’re packing up your things, all dazzling, country club smile

you find him pretty, a little rough around the edges, but you knew the type of guy he was. spoiled rich boy with eyes that looked like they were hiding something

immediately art didn’t approve. watching from across the court with eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching extra tight with each chew of that minty gum in his mouth

art said rafe was a bad influence on you despite him being the one infatuated by his much younger student

at least he was looking out for you. making you better. he could tell just by looking at rafe that he’d only make you worse

he typically tried to keep the two of you apart, keeping your interactions to a minimum, but he saw how you started taking more time to stretch after practice. drawing your lithe limbs above your head and bending extra low whenever rafe arrived for his lesson. lingering. waiting.

and every time he’d see rafe’s eyes on you he’d snap “let’s go, cameron, warm up.” making sure he was occupied with something else

then you suggested he double up your lessons. something about a scrimmage for practice. he said no for weeks as you kept bugging him about it “trust me, he’s nowhere near your level. it’s not going to do a thing for you.”

the day he finally gave in, he regretted it the second he saw rafe’s cocky smile directed right at you from across the net like he had a single chance. he watched you go easy on him for a full set before he told you off for it. “we’re not gonna do this if you’re not gonna play right. what did i tell you about creating bad habits?”

at least he got the satisfaction of watching you take rafe’s ego down a peg after that

but then… god help him.

he was walking by the locker room after practice, towel slung over his neck and racket bag on his shoulder when he heard it. it sounded like you were crying out in pain, and he nearly dropped everything to rush in and help you when he heard what came next. his voice.

“fuckk you’re so fuckin’ tight,” rafe groaned and art froze. he couldn’t move a muscle

he was standing just inside the doorway, unable to see wherever rafe had you pinned up against a row of lockers, just listening. he felt like such a pervert, but he couldn’t leave, not when you sounded like that

every whine and moan sounded like the choir of heaven in his ears, it could almost drown out each disgusting word the other boy was grunting in your ear

“you like this? letting me fuck your brains out where anyone could hear? what if coach heard his perfect angel getting railed like a slut in the locker room?”

he had to make himself leave after that. it was too close. and he was far too hard from hearing the way you cried out even louder at that

after that incident, your lingering after practice stopped altogether. instead, you were rushing off to the locker room. checking your watch every minute for the last ten minutes of your lesson. so much so he had to scold you for it. “you have somewhere to be?”

not only that, but rafe started showing up to his lessons late. swaggering onto the court with mussed hair and red marks half-way hidden under the collar of his polo

it was driving art out of his mind, making him more and more irritable with the kid, making him run extra drills over and over hoping his hands would bleed or something in his shoulder would tear and he wouldn’t be able to touch you like that anymore

it finally got to the point where he had to sit you down at the end of your lesson to have a talk. you were fidgeting in your seat on the bench, your gaze constantly flicking to your watch or back towards the locker rooms. your knee was bouncing so anxiously, he had to reach out and lay his big hand on your thigh to keep it still

“i don’t think rafe is a good influence on you, sweetheart,” says the perv who fists himself every night thinking about the way you sounded on someone else’s cock

you tilt your head in confusion at him, looking like the sweetest little puppy and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from squeezing your leg too tight

“i’m moving your tuesday lessons to mondays,” he finally says with a sigh. no more overlap with rafe. no more lingering, no more running off, all of your time would be his

“what?” you sputter. as long as you’d been with him you’ve had lessons every tuesday, thursday, and friday, and now all of a sudden he thinks he can change things with a snap of his fingers?

“rafe’s taking your spot so he can have the earlier time,” he sighs as if it’s all the rich kid’s fault and not his own selfishness

“why does he get priority?” you scoff. “and what the hell does this have to do with his ‘influence’ on me?”

“well, i know you have the availability on mondays and his parents are paying me a ridiculous amount of money for his slot. and don’t think i don’t see what’s going on here,” he gestures between you and the locker rooms with a flick of his finger

“what? what’s going on here?” you ask accusingly

“you’re ruining your focus on your game for some kid who couldn’t give a fuck about you. i can’t let you do this, sweetheart, you know you’re going places. only place he’s going is the country club,” art scoffs, his patience running thin

but you’ve heard enough, gathering your things and storming off to the locker rooms, leaving art to hang his head in his hands and remind himself that he’s doing the right thing

but this time when rafe’s late to practice, he’s already pissed off. five minutes late turns into fifteen and he can’t take it anymore, storming off the court and towards the locker rooms

he doesn’t bother stopping outside this time, walking right to the back of the room where rafe is busy plowing into you from the back, your hands splayed against the lockers as you’re bent over at the hips

art slams his hand against the hollow metal to catch your attention, both of your heads instantly shooting to the side to look at him with wide, shocked eyes

“what the fuck?” rafe grunts, stilling inside you, but art’s eyes are only on you. even as he says “you’re late.”

but you’ve had enough of his attitude today. the look in your eyes turns defiant as you hold his gaze, pushing your hips back against rafe’s again. “he’s busy.”

rafe grunts and grips your hips tighter, his gaze flicking between the two of you with his brows furrowed in confusion

art rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “like he’s even getting you off like that,” he scoffed and rafe’s face scrunches up in offense, opening his mouth to protest, but then you’re grinding your hips back on him again and all he can do is groan

“how would you know, coach?” you dig at him again, eyes narrowing at him

“i know what pleasuring a woman sounds like,” he answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and he knows you’re too competitive to not take it as a challenge

it doesn’t take long for art to have your back pressed up against those lockers, one knee pressed into your chest with his grip on your thigh and his length bullying you open

he drags his hips back slowly before snapping them up into you at an angle that makes you see stars, your nails clawing at his back as you cry out with each thrust

rafe’s watching your fucked out face over art’s shoulder, still almost too stunned by everything to do anything but fist his own cock at the sight

“feel what you were missin’ out on, baby?” art murmurs against your neck as he presses kiss after kiss to your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, wherever his lips could reach. “runnin’ off to let some spoiled kid rut into you instead of staying with me?” 

you could hear the possessiveness in his voice and it almost made you feel guilty for all those times you ran out of practice as fast as you could to meet with rafe instead. but then again you probably never would’ve had him fucking you this good without it

“‘m sorry, coach,” you whine in his ear and it makes him let out a low groan, his hips snapping up even harder at that. “fuck, you should be,” he huffs into your ear

his hand that’s not practically holding you up comes down between your bodies to rub at your neglected clit and you’re instantly clenching tighter around him, your head falling back against the locker with a clanging sound drowned out by a near pornographic moan. he curses lowly again at the feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice grip, and he knows you’re close

“c’mon, baby, show rafe what it actually sounds like when you’re cumming all over a cock,” he mutters in your ear and that’s all it takes for you to fall apart

you swear you nearly black out from the pleasure and its only a matter of time before he’s pulling out of you and spilling his own release in thick ropes onto your stomach with a chorus of groans and “fuck”s and “so fucking good”s

after a long moment of nothing but a choir of panting breaths in the air, art turns his head to find rafe still sitting on the bench behind the two of you, his hand and stomach covered in his own cum

“practice is cancelled today,” art huffs at him before he’s turning his attention back to you, lowering your leg back to the ground and practically carrying you back to the showers to get you all cleaned up

[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[galene-gothic]

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

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꒰ Your current personality ꒱

You are someone who has dealt with aggression or passive aggression from other people who created drama in your life. These people were I’m hearing - egoistic, competitive and jealous, the kind to see the glass half empty. The energy that I’m getting is a group of ‘friends’ ganging up against you, just for the fun of it, so that they could possibly knock you down to a peg. That’s what their purpose seems to have been. Also, recently, if not throughout life, you’ve dealt with other people just disliking you, trying to humiliate you, backhanded jokes, mean comments to your face, etc. There was just this aggression that you could pick up from other people, even if they didn’t say anything, in fact, this energy might be even stronger now. Let me give you a simple question, did you achieve something, start working or just earning in some way? If yes, there’s your answer right there. Every time you’ll achieve something as simple as a small internal or external accomplishment, you’re going to have other people start feeling all worked up towards you for no reason. It is going to amplify the strongest when you get your first job/salary/earning of some sort and when you get into a relationship with someone. Right now, you are working through your shadows and revelations that came forth due to power struggle between you, and others that you decided to peacefully step out of while you had been forced into isolation or taken up solitude. You have an interesting personality as in, you like when others are jealous of you and there’s some drama due to it because it’s flattering but at the same, you don’t enjoy it because you’re someone who seeks peace. I just heard Regina George’s “and I was like ‘why are you so obsessed with me?’” You can’t deny that you do find it flattering how people seem to be kind of obsessed with you to some extent honestly. This is something you do not express outwardly to most people though. You are someone who is finding the strength to feel the beauty in life after a pretty long time. ‘Epiphany’ by Jin of BTS is the energy that I’m getting here. While, you were in this period of solitude, feeling weak and tired from the extreme aggression that you seem to have received from either a group of people or different people around the same time, you realised that you’re the one you should love and take care of. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed without really really pushing yourself to do it but now, it’s just not as bad, you seem to be more enthusiastic about taking care of yourself. You have an iron heart but not in a bad way, you’re just very firm as a person in the actions that you take. You hold a silent power that you operate with and I’m calling this silent power because despite your actual personality and character being a certain way, you’re perceived to be pretty soft as a person. You’re someone who seems to fear abandonment and attachment, possibly due to your past experiences because you seem to have walked away from people and you’re firm in the decisions you make in regards to your life. No matter what you were like in the past, now if you choose to walk away, that’s it, you’ve walked away. You’re so much of a peace seeker that you avoid anyone you can if they even slightly disrupt your peace. People tend to view you as this loving person who’s emotionally volatile, insecure, uncertain about themselves and easy to manipulate. Also, someone warm with good intentions and very imaginative.

Which is why they think you’d be easy to manipulate because they may assume that they can sell you dreams and fantasies but little do they know, you demand and expect respect from others. They don’t realise that while you are a pretty peaceful person who is actively working on themselves, you crave power strongly. They don’t realise that you’ll always end up finding a way to have the upper-hand in any situation. I’m not sure what it is but you lack certain morals when you stop caring about people. You’re very in control of yourself by this point, in the past you used to think that knowledge was power so you tried to keep the other person mentally stimulated in order to keep them in your life, and you could have expressed certain thoughts in a more forceful and pushy manner but you may have realised that this is a trait of yours, and might be trying to get rid of it for the best? You’ve become very stern hearted as in, you don’t mind leaving people and situations without thinking much or without much evidence? You don’t really have it in you to wait it out anymore. Once you walk away, you also become closed off to communication in any form. You are someone who fakes happiness but still very in touch with your negative emotions, thoughts and patterns internally. Emotionally, you like for connections to develop naturally and kind of slowly, you’re someone who doesn’t jump into being all passionate and lovey dovey with someone as soon as you meet them. You’re like “I only know them for two weeks, I don’t know if they’re even a good person at all. They probably do not hold any loyalty towards me this early on, I do not need to trust them yet” is the way you approach connections these days, whether you’re aware of it or not. You’re also someone who carries most of your emotions by yourself. Even in your connections with others in the past, you’ve been the one to carry the most of the burdens. The connections wouldn’t even have carried on that long if it wasn’t for you doing all if not most of the work. However, now you’re someone who is driven towards goals and on a dedicated mission to succeed, that’s why your emotions seem to be much more reliant on yourself and your own progress than other people, and interpersonal connections. There have been situations that led you to ending some sort of conflict (or multiple ones) and detach caused you to feel powerless, underestimated, unworthy and manipulated in some way? You are focused on taking your power back now because you’ve realised that you’re not powerless? Like, ‘things can only hold power for as long as you let it hold your attention’ is what I heard. You’re trying to get more in control of your life but you’re not doing so in a restrictive manner. You’re releasing any and every old bond, one by one and have grown resistant to many kinds of temptations that you would have fallen for in the past. You’re breaking free as a person and developing more audacity in the best way possible is what I’m hearing. You’re reclaiming your power and are taking empowering choices. You’re letting go of limiting beliefs that seem to have had you trapped at some point, beliefs that you’re unworthy, that you’re not powerful that’s why others dislike you and find it easy to walk all over you. You’re realising that they feel the need to crush you, not because you’re weak but because they are and that they want to feel powerful by crushing other people. You realise the power that you have a person after a long time and you know that you haven’t even fully stepped into it yet but you’re getting there.

꒰ Your future spouse’s personality when you’ll be together ꒱

They’re going to be a very contemplative person when they’re by themselves. They will have this ability to look for beauty in everything. They’ll value passion greatly and will be able to find not only beauty but also wisdom, knowledge and I’m not sure what word to use but a feeling of peace mixed with passion and love for something universal, not anything all that divine but just a zest for life itself? I hope you understand what I’m trying to express right now. They’re going to be the type to overanalyse situations and people. I do not recommend trying to get them jealous or something of that sort because they’re going to get defensive and argue. Honestly, if you like your men (or women) obsessed and slightly possessive, you are going to love what I’m telling you. They’re going to stalk your social media pages, keep tabs on you, ask you where you’re going, who you’re going with, etc. If you tell them that you are going out with your friends and one of your friends is very active on socials, they’re going to view their stories to see if you’re with them, who all are present and what you are up to. They’re going to have a positive outlook on life after having undergone emotional lows, dealt with negative emotions, letting go and forgiven themself, and others. They are going to be extremely ride or die when it comes to you. They’re going to be there to support you and will be committed to being with you through thick and thin. They’re going to overcome loneliness, thanks to you and they’ll be utterly grateful to you for that. They’re going to find themself becoming more secure due to your connection and they’ll want to provide you with a secure home too. They’re going to have more trust, hope and faith in life, and I’m getting that it’s going to be because of you. You’re going to be welcomed by them with open arms. They’re going to be a lavish spender and could indulge in something like a substance though. I’m not getting it being in excess amount but lol, the money spending, indulging in just life, whatever their guilty pleasure is is going to be very big. They’re going to be a go getter when it comes to their goals. For some of you, they could be a protein junkie who eats a lot but then works out equally as much. The part I just mentioned is not going to be applicable for all of you.

They’re made for success because they are willing to work for it. I just heard “I can’t complain about having a lot on my plate when my goal was to eat.” There are going to be moments when they will misjudge you, they’ll doubt themself which could lead to some unfair blame and false accusations but they’re not going to let it get there. I just heard “it’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect. It’s my right to be hellish, I still get jealous.” However, emotionally they are going to be heavily committed to you. To them, you’re basically going to be one with them. They’re going to have a pretty good sex drive that will be emotionally driven because of how much they’ll love you. They will be an optimistic person usually and very passionate when it comes to you, and life itself. They’re going to crack a lot of jokes with you and also their friends. I’m getting the two of you just sitting there, making fun of the way someone said something or did something and having a good laugh about it. They’re going to want to be a good spouse and partner. They’re not just going to want you to be their spouse so that they can say that they have someone, it’s going to be deep and emotionally fulfilling to them. ‘Ishq sufiyana’ or ‘divine, passionate and deep love’ is literally how your connection is going to be, it’s going to be sort of divine in nature or at least that’s how they’ll perceive. They’re going to feel like the impossible is possible with you due to the synergy that you’ll share, a very divine and deep one that will only make them feel like they come alive even more everyday. They’re going to feel like you’re their soulmate and are going to act the part with you. They’re going to be so emotionally content with you and the family you’ll create (even if it’s just the two of you), they won’t be able to stay away from you, like they just won’t. Supposing, they have to travel for work, they’ll feel like their heart isn’t beating the way it should, only after they come back home to you will they feel fine again. The two of you are going to bond because much like you they’re also a silent power and iron hearted. It only makes your love more real though. They’re going to be very childlike though, like no matter how much they grow up, they’ll always continue being like their child self i.e. kind, fun loving, pure and innocent but just in a bigger and more grown body 😭. You gotta be careful with their heart, they’re so pure, they need to be protected for real. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

꒰ Your current personality ꒱

In the past, you used to be someone who used to work in harmony with others and almost blended with others in a way where you even started thinking, and looking at things from their perspective even if it was hurtful and disrespectful towards you. You’ve grown to become someone who values passion and has a very passionate nature that you, yourself are aware of, and you have this understanding now that you’re not as helpless as you once felt. You might feel like even though the helplessness felt real back then, it never really was. One thing that you seem to be aware of is that others did put you in this situation of helplessness but instead of being all “I’m the victim”, even though you have the awareness that you didn’t deserve it, you’re instead reasonably accepting where others did you wrong and where you did yourself wrong. You don’t seem to care as much about what others think anymore. You are starting to become more empowered but you know that this is not the end, that you’ll only grow to become more and more empowered going forward until you fully step into your power. You are at a phase where you find it both funny and angering that you let yourself be trapped by shitty people and shitty situations. You’re not being excessively hard on yourself anymore though. Instead, your life is changing and you’ve made the choice to actively change for the best too. You’re embracing transformations and all the events of the past that are helping you grow into a new version of yourself. You’re still in the process of it. You’ve become very cutthroat and don’t mind being mean. You realise that your boundaries were too low at some point, your standards were too low which led to you experiencing low quality experiences so you’re honestly a bit defensive. You’re reestablishing your boundaries and have already managed to do enough of it. You’re very firm in your boundaries at this point and desire to be yourself, even if it offends others. You’re also very hardworking and have this desire to improve your skills, and build new ones. You value routines, self improvement and productivity these days, and actively try to manage them. You still hurt sometimes but I’m getting that compared to how much you hurt the past and how helpless, and trapped you felt, this is nothing. Hurtful memories and thoughts pop up into your mind sometimes but you are choosing not to operate from that state of hurt at this point. Emotionally, you’re giving yourself a chance to be a kid, you’re going yourself a chance for newness, you’re giving yourself a chance to dream and to feel happy, joyful and grateful despite all the pain that you’ve experienced. You’re starting to find and develop this new passion for life and yourself, and also a new way of thinking and communicating that is creating this contentment within you. You’re starting to count your blessings is what I’m hearing. There was once a time when you wished for nothing more than to change, to be open to newness and now you have it, despite feeling heavy hearted sometimes, usually you’re pretty content and satisfied these days even if you’re not filled with utter joy, you still have an inner joy within you.

You’re planning your future based on your passions while trying to make the most out of your life right in the present moment. I saw this video on Instagram, basically the girl asks god to make her life better than 99% of the people and god fulfils her wish but she ends up living the same life she currently has because her life is better than 99% of the people already. You seem to be sort of aware of the fact that despite the problems, you also have your own set of blessings anyway so you’re choosing to not let the sorrow and negativity you feel sometimes overpower you. You value passion so much, you probably think about sex a lot too. On a soul level, you fear being abandoned, betrayed and hurt. You fear being heavily emotionally involved with people just to be left behind. You’ve realised that the realest connections are those that flow naturally yet at its own time and not the connections where you seem to vibe right away just to be disillusioned later. You’ve learned many tough lessons through the tough realisations that you had when you had to accept things as they were. You’re very passionate and seem to be focused on your goals in some way. You’ve realised that no one can bring you the happiness that you can bring yourself. You try to be enough for yourself while also actively developing as a person. You have a great zest for exploring and seeing where life has to take you. You’re sort of detached and yet anticipating growth, and change in your life. Your approach to connections have changed, you want to be the one who gets approached and pursued. You have this desire to leave all of your past behind, to simply be present and you’re doing really well, I would say. You sometimes think “just like I desire connections, other people also desire connections. They can come to me if they’d like.” Your standards for the people you’re going to let in seem to be pretty high too. You are proud that you have matured enough to not look at your past too nostalgically. You’ve become someone who doesn’t value your history with people as much anymore, you only value what their recent and current actions show you. You’ve given up on carrying the burdens of connections solely by yourself, you prefer dealing with your emotions by yourself and these days dealing with negative emotions for you is to just letting them go, just letting them slip away. You’re someone who prioritises self care and is deliberately taking care of yourself. Emotionally, you’re remaining a lot of control within yourself. You’re at a point where if anyone tries to get you out of your emotionally peaceful zone, you’re going to get angry and possibly blow up. You’re very selfless emotionally and desire someone so strikingly and unconditionally kind, and selfless in your life that you would naturally feel like you can give out unconditionally, selflessly and generously. You also think about virtues like kindness and selflessness a lot because it’s innately in your nature. Despite choosing to have stronger boundaries and not being as selfless as you once were, you’re still kind and giving in some way. You seem to have a lot of faith in yourself. You believe that the grass will always be greener for you no matter where you end up because you have the resources to and are willing to water it.

꒰ Your future spouse’s personality when you’ll be together ꒱

Your future spouse is someone who doesn’t mind leaving people behind. I keep on getting something about peace here, they do not like it when people try to mess with their peace of mind. There seem to have been times in community settings like school, church, etc. or work settings in which people have taken offence to their presence for no reason and made it their mission to humiliate, hurt and leave your person out within those environments. Something like this could have happened during their school life, possibly middle school for some of them or highschool which has caused this thing to stay deep within their psyche. “I can never forget” is what I’m hearing. They will still be carrying some baggage from that time. What seems to have been even more heartbreaking for them was that they didn’t even feel like they belonged anywhere. Some of them didn’t even feel like belonged within their own family. “You’re in the wind, I’m in the water, nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.” They didn’t feel like they belonged anywhere so wherever they were was their home. They’ll know how to take good care of themself. They’ll also be good natured and genuinely consider others including you obviously. They’re going to put a lot of emphasis onto both self care and selflessness. When they were younger, they felt like they were loved only when they tangibly added onto other’s lives so they naturally tried to be of service to others but at some point, they found out that they could be disrespected despite what they do for others but they found an inner joy when giving out freely and selflessly so they will try to give out to those who they think deserve, and need it. It seems to be very subconscious, something that they won’t be aware of. They’re going to worry about your well-being and quite literally the type to scold you if you tell them that you haven’t eaten yet. They’re going to be the one to pursue a connection with you and will be very sensitive, and tactful. They’ll know just what to say to make your heart flutter and slowly open up to trusting them. They’re going to be a true romantic and such a charmer. Like, you won’t even be able to stay mad at them because they’ll know just how to melt your heart. I’m getting that whenever you’re with them, you’ll just be smiling ear to ear. Despite the baggage that they’ll be carrying, they’re going to be a very present person. Some of them are also going to be very physically active as well. They’re going to know how to make you feel special by expressing their gratitude for you. “You know, I don’t know how I got so lucky to get with you.” The love that you’re going to share is going to feel surreal in nature due to how well they’ll treat you. They’re going to be quite a flirt with you. In fact, I don’t like to say this and it’s not intentional but due to how smooth their tongue naturally is, there will be moments when you’ll probably get mad about them flirting with others. I’m getting a very golden retriever kind of a personality from them.

They’re going to be very touchy with you in little ways such as resting their head on your shoulder, tugging at your sleeves, kissing your shoulder, kissing your neck, so on and so forth. Despite moments when you’ll get upset about their smooth tongue, they’re going to make it up to you by romancing you. They’re also going to be genuinely remorseful because despite their intentions, they’re going to understand where you’re coming from. They’re going to be the type to pepper you with kisses all over your face while apologising to you. Instead of jumping to be all defensive when you point out something that hurts you or makes you feel less secure within the connection, they’re instead going to take accountability for their actions and tongue, and genuinely try to make it up to you and will try not repeat the same thing in the future. They’re honestly very pure of heart. They’re going to be a bit more secretive about their negative emotions initially but you’ll be able to see right through them because the connection you’ll share will be very youthful in nature. Like, you’re going to bring out their inner child so you’ll naturally end up seeing their vulnerabilities. Even throughout the marriage, late into it, they’re going to have the biggest crush on you. Honeymoon phase? What is that? They’ll only know your connection. They’ll be psychically connected to you. You’ll understand each other without having to say much if anything at all. I just heard ‘completing each other’s sentences’. Deep into the marriage, they’re going to break down in front of you and legit cry, not caring about gender roles, and stereotypes. I’m getting that your marriage is going to be one where there will not be particular gender roles, they’re going to want to take care of you and the household in any way possible, and you’ll want to do the same. There could be some childhood or abandonment wound for many of your future spouses. They’re going to have worked on healing their wounds of not having been enough in the past, of having been left out in the cold, of having been abandoned time and time again. They could have felt abandoned by their family emotionally and financially, like even if they had family, it was basically as good as not having any. Not every one of them is going to have had a bad family life but they’ll still have dealt with abandonment in the past and will have dealt with the aftermath of that. They’ll have released the grief and will be moving forward with you after having overcome a lot of despair. They’re going to have an understanding of what’s truly valuable and that’s going to be you, that’s going to be the present moment and just life as it is. You’re going to heal their inner child, make their inner child feel happy and safe, and they could never not love you due to who you are and how you make them feel. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

꒰ Your current personality ꒱

You are a loving, kind and nurturing person who is thinking about how you’re never anyone’s first choice. ‘Nobody’ by Mitski is coming through here. You have always been very empathetic and kind, often even trying to look at things from the other person’s perspective and just remaining eternally loving, and empathetic. ‘You’re losing me’ by Taylor Swift is coming through. “How long could we be a sad song? Till we were too far gone to bring back to life. I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me. I’m the best thing at this party (you’re losing me) and I wouldn’t marry me either - a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her.” You’ve developed this mindset of “what’s the point of genuinely doing for people if they won’t even recognise it or appreciate it?” You used to have good intentions towards people and tried to be there for them in tangible ways. You’re thinking about all the times that you were neglecting yourself by trying to be there for others just because you wanted to remain unconditionally loving. You wonder if you were scared to be lonely sometimes. You’re adjusting your priorities currently because you feel like you’re being unable to take care of yourself as well as you could. A very specific message but someone here could have not been taking their medicines or multivitamins for a few days now, possibly a week or so (maybe you ran out of it or just forgot). Due to how everyone has preferred someone else over you, you sometimes wonder if you’re just that unworthy or at least if people deem you to be so. Internally, you seem to be aware that you’re a very worthy and admirable person but for some reason, it seems to remain unrecognised by others which confuses you. Your self esteem seems to be really low and you’re a bit more self reliant these days because in the past, being kind, loving and social, someone who gave a lot led you to nothing but humiliation, disrespect and loneliness. I’m hearing that song in my head but it’s been such a long time since I’ve heard it, I’m not sure what the lyrics are. Just looked it up and “what do you get when you fall in love? A guy with a pin to burst your bubble, that’s what you get for all your trouble. I'll never fall in love again”, “what do you get when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs to catch pneumonia. After you do, he'll never phone ya. I'll never fall in love again”, “don’t tell me what it's all about ‘cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out, out of those chains, those chains that bind you” and “what do you get when you fall in love? You only get lies and pain and sorrow. So for at least until tomorrow. I'll never fall in love again.” I’m also getting that you have money and career on your mind, that’s what your main area of concern these days is. You felt left out in the cold, actually, it’s not just a feeling, you were in fact left out in the cold. You pretty much had your life turned upside down and everything stripped away from you. Currently, you’re trying to climb up this rock bottom and have already made significant progress. There seems to be a lot of financial responsibility placed upon you so there are times when you get into small disagreements and discussions with people because of money?

Probably just family members. You could feel like there is no one to not only emotionally support you but also financially support you. Someone in your family could have made a financial promise to you but could not follow through. It could have been something as simple as “focus solely on your education because I’ll make sure you get to complete your education” just for them to be unable to live up to that promise. Your worst of the worst fears came true, I’m not even exaggerating right now but you have just been facing it and trying to rise above it all. You’ve already survived the worst and you seem to be aware of that. You’re learning a lot from the past and are trying to build a stronger foundation, and more stability for and within yourself. You feel isolated and are choosing to be alone as well. You’re slowly healing, even if you don’t feel like it, trust your journey. One thing that I need to correct you about are your little anger tantrums that you’ve been having recently. You’re facing a lot of setbacks in your life and tend to feel uninspired by it sometimes but you still try to get up, and maintain a routine. You seem to have failed to do so many times this year but it’s almost the end of the year and you’ve not yet given up, that says a lot. Even emotionally, you’re pretty alone. Just a hack for you, you need to commit to a routine and goal consistently, that’s how you’re going to grow emotionally and become more stable. You feel like emotionally too, within connections most people are inefficient and you’d rather be alone than settle for such inefficiency. You lacked receiving respect from your peers at one point which led to you feeling powerless and possibly even manipulated. You could have fallen victim to other people acting like they were better than you, that they were right when in reality, they were just self absorbed and acting self assured but back then, it was easy for you to fall victim to them undermining you. You seem to have had an inferiority complex back then honestly. It caused you to feel confused yet angry but with no where to express any sort of emotions at all. You were given the misinformation that something was wrong with you and you believed it. Now that you’re starting to come to your senses, you’re like “how could I be so stupid?” and you’re mostly angry at these people. You’re focused on your own ethics, morals, money and provision of some sort. Many of you here seem to be providers or at least self providers at a young age with a genuine desire to provide outwardly to others. You are currently breaking free from all that had you trapped and feeling disempowered. You’re starting to accept yourself and are becoming free. You’re embracing your authenticity and are not as afraid of being the black sheep anymore as you once were. You are making choices everyday that your course of life could depend on. Every little change you make could make or break your future. You’re a very emotionally intense person and have jumped to conclusions that if they loved and respected you, they’d not put you through everything that you had to go through. You are also self protective and slightly closed off when it comes to connections because you desire emotionally rich and intense people who will choose you, and only you. You lack tolerance for anything lesser than this.

꒰ Your future spouse’s personality when you’ll be together ꒱

Right off the bat, I am getting that the both of you will act out in ways that are incompatible with each other. Initially, before the two of you get together, they’re going to feel connected to you and will want to explore that connection with you, and will desire directness so they’ll come forth fast but it’s going to come off as kind of off putting to you. You’re going to awaken this love within them, the desire for it, this excitement and you’ll make their inner child very very happy. They’ll be taken by you almost right away but they seem to flirt in a way where they come off egoistic and arrogant. This reminds me of that one time when one guy called me weak right on the first meeting as an attempt to apparently ‘flirt with me’ 💀. I found him very off putting too so I totally get you here. You’re going to see them as someone who has high expectations for themself and others but fears new responsibilities, and is sort of commitment phobic. It’s going to be funny because they’ll be getting so emotionally involved with you, having so much love for you and just feeling giddy around you, like they’ll feel like a child around you quite literally which could lead to their personality coming off a bit childish too. The way they’ll present themself will make you not want to trust them. They’ll end up acting like a bit of an ‘all talk, no action’ kind of a person. You’ll also find them to be sort of rude when they’ll try to tease you and you won’t have it in you to put up with whatever this bullshit is. Not my words, that’s how you’ll think. Oddly enough, they’ll also be acting with a lot of integrity and fairness. They’re going to have a lot of life lessons that they’re going to share with you. They’re going to be truthful with you for the most part but you’re still going to doubt their loyalty due to how commitment phobic they come off. You’re just going to find them to be unstable for you. You’ll think that you’ll be around each other for just a short time then move on with your lives once you lose touch with each other. At some point, they’re going to end up making you feel unwelcome and vice versa. This is why I was saying that you will both act out in ways that are incompatible with one another. You’re going to feel like it’s just difficult for the both of you to come into the same page and they’re going to feel like that too. You’re going to think that they didn’t take enough of an initiative when it came to you so they must’ve not wanted you enough. They’ll feel like maybe you lack feelings towards them and it was all in their head. You will probably fall out of touch with one another and they’re going to miss you so much. They’re going to find more of themself, more love and more direction within their life but there’s going to be this lack of emotional fulfilment. They’re going to reminisce over you and miss you so much when you’re in no contact. I’m not sure how you’ll come back together but their love for you will not have lessened with time, instead it will have only intensified, alongside their awareness of it having grown stronger. When you’ll first meet each other, even if you really wanted to, you would not have been able to make it work because you will just be so out of sync with one another but this time apart is going to be beneficial in terms of being sure about your feelings.

You will make them question their values a lot and they will make you question yours which could be the reason you feel triggered by each other, hence you put this off as something unstable and ‘not right’ for you. You will put the past behind in order to move forward together. When you’ll be together, they’re going to create a lot of conflicts with you because first, you seem to be incompatible with each other, second, they’ll sort of question your loyalty and their importance in your life, they’ll just feel like you were more than fine without them when you lost contact the first time so why wouldn’t you be fine now? You’re going to love this pile if you like your partners obsessed with you though because they will be. Also, I think that you’re going to enjoy seeing them all riled up over you because it will make you feel desired but at the same time, you’ll also not like it. The connection you’ll share will be so complicated, I don’t even know what to say. You’ll most likely be opposite in some ways which will lead to an irresistible attraction but also disagreements. They’re always going to want to do right by you within the connection and will want to grow old with you. They’ll be committed to you and will take accountability for anything that might have affected you negatively. They’re going to want to have the partnership be fair and balanced. They’re going to get pretty jealous and will want to be your one, and only in every way. They’re going to be quite a grudge holder though. They’re going to feel unstable within your relationship sometimes because of how you didn’t seem to have any problem being away from them the first time you lost touch. If you talk to them in a slightly different tone, cancel plans or travels, they’re going to feel upset and slightly unstable. They’re going to sometimes feel like they have an overload of things to do all the time but they still make up time for you but you don’t do the same for them so maybe you’re still keeping your options open because of how the first time around they let you go. “Is he/she still mad at me for that?” Aww, they’re insecure within the relationship but very sweet. Even years and decades into the marriage, they’ll still feel just as giddy and happy around you. They’re going to admire, adore and deeply love you. They’re going to care about your feelings and will be very keen on making the relationship succeed. They’re going to remember your younger days and will want to tear up at how much you’ve both grown. The excitement that they’ll feel towards you, the way they’re just filled with utter and childlike joy with you, will never disappear. Something interesting that is coming through here is that the universe or god didn’t intend for you to be together as life partners. It was originally supposed to be something that brings you both comfort, something that you learn from and are able to grow into your best selves, discover your individual purposes in life and beat emotional dissatisfaction by yourselves after meeting each other but you will make the impossible possible by desiring each other and loving each other so purely. Oh yeah, you were asking for an emotionally intense and rich partner, you will get exactly that. Congratulations. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.

[seasprincess]

Ride?

Sub Spencer Reid

warnings: p in v, unprotected, pathetic spencer, whining and whimpering, mommy k!nk!, praise k!nk, his true form

wc:700

Being Spencer’s partner means you know more about him than he knows about himself. He likes to keep his leg hidden, behind walls. But you can break down those walls in a moment and see the truth.

So one thing that was easy for you to understand about him is all his kinks and stuff. Even he didn’t know he liked them. I mean of course he knows about kinks. His reading and research of…certain things lead him down loopholes of things he couldn’t even think of let alone act out.

Spencer feels safe with you. You had created a space with him to feel safe in. And that lead to you and him…experimenting.

Spencer had learnt many things about you and you learnt a lot about him.

He’s a sub. There isn’t a bone in his body that could take control and fuck you. He’d try to please you but he’d always get self conscious and think he was doing something wrong. Or he’ll just start whimpering and whining about how good it feels before being unable to move because of how good it is.

So because of this it usually means you’re in Spencer. Riding him as he holds your hips, whimpering as you go up and down his cock. Raw this time. He will always say how you two should be protected just in case. But after a bad day and frustration you just want to feel your boyfriend inside you.

“You’re such a good boy Spencer.” Your hands find their way to his cheek as you keep going up and down. Thumb gently stroking his cheeks, hips rolling back and forth.

Spencer just whimpers at your praise words as his head falls back against the pillows. Praise kink, he has a BIG praise kink that you use to your advantage a lot.

“Mommy please.” He’s actually pathetic for you, it's so cute. A man of his intelligence reduced down to a ball of mush in your hands just for something as simple as a kiss.

“Please what baby?” You pick up the pace a bit to make it agony for him. He’s not used to all these feelings. You being his only sexual partner means that he just wants to feel everything he missed out on with you. Well maybe not everything, that seems scary to him.

“Please can I cum?” And just like that a man who is classed as a literal genius is asking you for permission to cum. You can’t help but smile as he gives you those puppy eyes. They pull at you all the time. He flashes his big brown eyes at you and suddenly nothing else matters. And how could you ever say no?

“Yes Spencer.” You say before letting out a moan as he bucks his hips. He of course wants to make you feel good too. But sometimes his mind just gets so corked we die to him being so overwhelmed he just can’t think. Poor baby.

Your hand rubs his cheek as his mouth drops open. Eyes rolling back slightly as he just in a state of pure bliss. To be fair to him you had been riding him for quite a while and this boy is very needy.

He doesn’t take long to cum in you. Filling you up good just the way he dreams about. Like actually dreams about. Since meeting you the amount of wet dreams this man has skyrocketed. And they’re always about you. You topping him, you kissing him, you doing other things that he could never admit. He’s too embarrassed. But one day. One day you will get that info out of him.

You didn’t take long to cum either. Not wanting to overstimulate him today.

Well that was the plan until tears prick his eyes and his hand grips yours. Gazing in your eyes with a pleading look as you keep riding.

“Mommy please. Mommy I can’t. Too much.”

You smile at his words as you slow down before stopping. He looks so cute but you just can’t do it to him today. He’s just so sweet.

You slowly slide off him before laying down next to him and putting an arm round him. He leans into your touch immediately. Craving it.

“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Oh you’ve actually just shot him through the heart with that sentence.

This was inspired by a post by @/spencerreids_cvmslut on tiktok and the comments.

not proofread x

[lotties-ashwagandha]

THE FIRST TO BREAK

agatha harkness x reader x rio vidal

NSFW! when they can’t decide who indulges you more, agatha and rio find a way to settle it in competition. based on this ask i got. 1.3k words. i might have written this at 7am (that’s my excuse if it’s bad <3).

Rio’s arms rest looped around your waist as you stand at the stove. Her head rests on your shoulder as she watches you work, as you pour herbs and spices into a pot —you got up early, stalking through the kitchen to create something to prevent the illnesses that will be coming with winter soon. You use your witchcraft in the way of herbs, a potion witch as they would call you.

“You don’t need any of this,” Rio whispers. She watches you stir, and her arms around you grow tighter. “I’m not taking you from illness.”

You smile softly. You’ve tried to explain to her before that it’s not just about life and death, but discomfort — how much life resembles the gleaming, shifting ideal of thriving. She is still learning, it’s a concept too human for what is ancient, for Death.

“You’re going to keep her alive forever,” Agatha’s voice rings out into the gentle silence of the kitchen as she speaks to Rio. You turn slightly in Rio’s grasp to look over at her, and as she pours a coffee for herself Agatha raises her eyebrows at you accusingly. “Don’t break my favoritism streak.”

You shake your head. “I’ll try.”

Rio rolls her eyes. She steps away from you, leaning against the kitchen island behind her as she turns to Agatha. “If one of us is treating her with favoritism, it’s not me.”

“Really? That’s a stretch. How do I treat her with favoritism?”

Leaving the contents on the stove to simmer, you turn to watch them argue over you. It is playful, but still endearing, because you know they both treat you with favoritism.

“You answer to whatever she wants,” Rio says, like it’s obvious. “Even when she doesn’t ask, you’re always giving.”

“That’s not a bad thing.”

“No. Stealing diamond earrings and a diamond bracelet in the same week from a shopkeeper you threatened to kill is a little much though, isn’t it?”

Agatha is quiet for a moment, taking a sip of her coffee. She drinks out of a black mug Rio got her, wears a dark blue robe Rio bought her, wears a wedding ring Rio proposed to her with. You don’t think you are the one being shown partiality.

Agatha sets the mug down and looks at you. “What do you think?”

You didn’t think it had been worth bickering over. They had disagreed. Now as you lay on the bed with your hands tied all you want is for them to show you favor, to fuck you until they forget the petty competition they have created between them.

Two of Rio’s fingers slide into you as she takes advantage of her turn. The rules of their competition are simple: whoever lets you come first loses. You’re working up to the third time being edged, this is Rio’s second time on you and Agatha has only edged you once.

It was Agatha’s plan to make Rio go first, and now you can see why, because in the way she’s fucking you so greedily now with her fingers and in the low moans she lets slip as she sucks bruises onto your chest you can tell Rio will be the first to break. She wants to let you come as bad as you need it, her black nails digging into your hips as her free hand presses against you in a reminder to stay still.

“Look at her,” Agatha says, speaking to Rio as if you couldn’t hear, you were something to admire. “Doesn’t she deserve to come? She’s so beautiful for us like this.”

Rio lets out a frustrated breath, accusatory glance shifting to Agatha, who takes advantage of her proximity and pulls her into a kiss. You watch them above you, one of Agatha’s hands drifting to your breasts as she sits at your side. She’s trying hard to do anything she can to make Rio let you come.

Rio notices Agatha’s wandering touch. She pulls out of the kiss, pulling Agatha’s hand away from your breasts and replacing it with her mouth. The sensation elicits a gasp from you, and your back arches into the sensation of her tongue licking across one of your nipples.

“She’s so close,” Agatha whispers into Rio’s ear. She watches you with the same hunger in Rio’s eyes as she keeps fucking you with her fingers. “Think about how perfect she would look for you, how it would feel to have her—”

Just as you reach the edge of your orgasm, Rio pulls her hands from you. She compensates with kissing you — it’s not enough, though, and you can’t help but whine into the kiss. You need her touch, or Agatha’s, something to soothe the need growing in you so sharply.

When you pull away and look at Agatha, a conflicted expression occupies her features. You know she wants to give you an orgasm, but she also wants to win. As she takes Rio’s place and settles herself between your legs, head dipping down to kiss your thighs, you can see it — that there’s nothing she wants more right now than to feel you come on her tongue.

When Rio kisses you from beside you, Agatha delivers a sharp slap to the outside of your thigh. You tense, startled out of the kiss.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Agatha’s tone is demanding as she addresses Rio, who looks back at her with unbothered pride.

“I’m playing by your rules. You want to taunt me during my turn? It has to be even.”

“It will be even when I win,” Agatha says, and you’re overcome with the sensation of her tongue dragging through you. Your hands pull at the restraints above you to no avail. You want to reach down and weave your hands in her hair, or pull Rio closer to you as she watches.

Agatha runs her tongue over your clit. She does it harder, moaning against you when your legs begin to tremble on either side of her head. It’s almost painful how good it feels to have her tongue dipping inside of you and back up to your clit. With Rio’s lips crashing back into yours you can feel yourself slowly building into another orgasm — this time you need it.

“Please,” you beg breathlessly, hands pulling the restraints again. “You win, both of you can win…”

“Agatha,” Rio taunts beside you. She watches as Agatha draws you closer and closer to the edge — she watches when Agatha pulls away.

Yet when Agatha pulls away it’s not to let Rio take her place, but to slide two fingers into you and reposition herself so she can kiss you. You taste yourself on her tongue and a moan escapes you.

“Come for me, baby, give it to me,” Agatha murmurs. Your body responds immediately, any restraint you’ve tried to keep snaps as white-hot euphoria rushes over you. Agatha fucks you through it, fingers buried deep in you as she guides you through your orgasm. Vaguely you’re able to process Rio beside you as well with one of her hands between her legs — she’s gone with you, at the sight of you and Agatha.

Agatha kisses you again as you come down from it. You hear Rio breathing heavily beside you, and then Agatha is pulled away from you again so that Rio can kiss her. When they part, Rio looks into her eyes. “You fucking lose.”

“And you’re the one that got off on it.”

A smile makes its way to your lips. Playfully Rio shakes her head at you, Agatha moving to lay on your other side so that you’re sandwiched between them while Rio undoes the restraints on your wrists. You pull your hands down.

Laying down with them, Rio rests her head on her chest and loops an arm around your waist. Agatha holds her hand, and in their embrace you are enveloped by their love. There is no winner amongst you — the victory is shared.