#and then you can acknowledge where the hard stops are

[snoopychris]

phone calls

warnings: slight mommy kink, edging if you squint, misuse of technology, lowkey inspired by this post

12:04 

chris

chris

baby

12:05

hello?

it’s cold

and raining

12:06

can you just come let me in

12:07 

dude the gym closes at 1:30 so that they can do a midday clean btw.

12:08

hello???

????

omfg 

you piss me off

12:09

HELLO?!?!?!?

are you fucking kidding me

you’re unbelievable 

12:10

whatever i’m going home 

text me if u want.

you spun swiftly on your heels, the light jacket you were wearing wrapped tightly around your frame. it was never normal for chris to not answer his texts, especially when he got so many of them. especially when they were from you. when you were halfway down the stairs, the door behind you swung open. the heavy breathing that was coming from chris quickly got your attention. your immediate reaction was that he was having some sort of asthma attack. 

your worry subsided when you noticed the small wet spot that was on the front of his sweats. he swallows in embarrassment, licking his lips as he looks down at the floor in shame. no words are spoken, but his expression says everything it needs you. he moves away from the door, leaving enough room for you to walk inside. when he sits down on the couch, he still hasn’t made eye contact with you. he’s too embarrassed to even acknowledge your presence. 

“what happened here?” you tease, sitting besides him on the couch. his boner is still clearly pressed up against the material. chris shrugs as he mindlessly turns the tv on, purposely ignoring you and your question. maybe if he stays silent you’ll ignore both the tent in his pants and the wet spot that seemed to be growing. “chris.”

“nothing. nothing happened. my phone was just dead.” he whispers, crossing his legs in attempts to cover himself up. your eyes furrow in confusion. had you mentioned his phone? 

“chris…” you pry, tossing the pillow off his lap. he whines in frustration, throwing his head back. he could try to lie his way out of the situation, but he knows there’s no use. 

“well! it’s just… you took way longer than you said you would and i was just getting so frustrated and i haven’t seen you in a week so i started looking at our pictures while i was jerking off and then when you started texting me… it felt good. and i was reading all your text i was! and then i was getting so close and you said you were leaving and i didn’t want you to go so i just… and now… im just. i was so close to cumming and i didn’t okay?!” chris doesn’t even realize how much information he just gave you or what you can do with it. not until he sees the wide smirk on your face. there’s so many different things running through his mind. the most prominent is how incredibly hard he is and how he can’t do anything to fix it right now.

another whine escapes from the depths of his throat when you tug his pants down swiftly, his lack of underwear doing him no favors at all. he wants to tell you to stop– not because he actually wants you to stop but because hes embarrassed by the situation at hand. he squirms at your touch, thrusting his dick against your hand. his tip is embarrassingly red from his unintentional edging earlier, and its covered in so much precum and spit that it seems like he had been at it for hours. when you let him go, his cock slaps against his hoodie covered stomach. no matter how desperately he wants to touch himself and bring himself to the orgasm hes been so desperately craving for what felt like ages, he knew you held the power right now. 

“please… please baby please help me.” chris mumbles, letting out a gasp when you begin to giggle. you were being so cruel to him right now. how was he supposed to act normal and stay quiet when you were just laughing at him and not even helping?

“wheres your phone?” you ask, searching around the couch. chris scrambles to reach into his pocket, handing you the phone with shaky hands. you grab it carefully, holding it up against his length. he was a bit bigger than his phone, but he wasn’t paying much attention to your actions. all he was trying to do was reach the feeling he had been yearning for. chris only starts to pay attention when you grab your own phone and begin to dial a number. he wants to ask who you’re possibly calling in this moment, but he quickly pieces it together when his phone begins to buzz while pressed against his tip. 

there’s a groan that leaves his lips that’s a lot louder than he wants it to be. he doesn’t care right now. right now he just cares about the fact that your call got sent to voicemail and the buzzing halted. “no no nooo!” he whimpers, reaching for your wrist to move it for you. you tsk and shake your head, handing him your phone. “go ahead. call me again. you want it so bad you can work for it.” tears of frustration form in his eyes at your words. fine.

with shaky hands, chris picks up your phone, pressing the call back button. with each ring on your side, the vibrations seem to be getting stronger on his. he knows it’s not possible, but it feels like which each buzz the feeling is getting more and more intense. he lets out a small cry after the fifth or sixth phone call, his cock beginning to twitch between your hand and his phone. 

it’s pathetic, almost, given that it’s only been about two minutes of constant weak vibrations. you almost want to show him sympathy. he must’ve been a lot more desperate than you had expected if he was cumming this soon. “please… fuck mama please let me cum.” he whispers, his hips thrusting up to meet the vibrations all the way through. “y’gonna cum for me? you gonna make a mess all over your phone? imagine what people would think if they knew you used your phone as a sex toy… how would that make you feel? like a desperate little slut?” you reply, clicking his contact on your phone once more. the vibrations start up again as chris moans, nodding his head rapidly. “please! fuck please please.” he whines, biting his lip. his orgasm hits him faster than he expects, because within seconds of his last plea, white spurts of his cum are coating his phone case. it’s a sight you wish you could’ve recorded but both of your phones were occupied. 

it takes chris a second to catch his breath. it takes you a second to comprehend the situation that just went down. you shrug it off— it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve ever done. as you gather your thoughts next to him, you lay your head down on your boyfriends shoulder. “so like… are we still going to the gym or are we gonna go to best buy and get one of those waterproof cases?”

a/n: please nobody talk to me after this one. thanks and apologies in advance.

dividers by @13hoax and @bernardsbendystraws

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[scoupsakakitty]

Hi Author, love your writingss💜 !!! can you please make a fic where she fell first he fell harder, the reverse trope where he's nice to everyone but her kinda storyline .!!!

Doesn't matter if she's 14th member or just an idol or maybe non-idol too

Also member of your choice 🫶

Almost Too Late | idol!Dk x staffReader | angst, fluff

“Y/N, is the lighting cue not fixed yet? Or do you want us to just perform in the dark?”

Seokmin’s voice carried over the bustling chaos backstage, and despite the hum of activity, you felt every word hit like a direct shot to your nerves.

“It’s fixed,” you replied, barely looking up from your clipboard. “I checked it twice.”

He didn’t even acknowledge your response, muttering something under his breath before walking off.

It was always like this.

Everyone loved Seokmin. He was the bright, goofy, ever-smiling member who could light up even the gloomiest days. But with you? He was curt, impatient, and utterly unreadable. You used to wonder what you’d done to make him dislike you so much, but eventually, you stopped trying to figure it out.

You had a job to do, and he wasn’t going to make you mess it up.

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The turning point came one evening during rehearsals.

Most of the staff had already gone home, but you stayed behind to double-check the setlist for the upcoming concert. The boys were still on stage, running through choreography with the same relentless energy they always had.

You didn’t notice Seokmin lingering near the side of the stage until he spoke.

“You’re still here?”

Startled, you looked up to find him staring at you, his expression unreadable. He had a towel slung over his shoulder, his hair damp with sweat.

“I have work to finish,” you replied cautiously.

“You’re always working.”

“And you’re not?”

That made him pause. For a moment, he seemed almost taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected you to call him out. Then, to your surprise, the corners of his mouth twitched upward in what might have been a smile.

“Touché,” he said quietly before walking away.

From that moment on, something shifted.

Seokmin still wasn’t exactly warm to you, but the sharp edges of his demeanor softened. He stopped snapping at you over minor mistakes. Occasionally, he even asked if you’d eaten or told you to take a break.

But then there were the looks.

It started small his eyes lingering on you during briefings, catching him watching you from across the room. At first, you thought you were imagining it. But then it became impossible to ignore.

One day, you caught him staring while you adjusted a mic stand on stage. His gaze was so intense it made your skin tingle.

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked, half-joking.

He blinked, looking away as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. “No. Sorry.”

You frowned, your confusion growing with each passing day.

Everything came to a head during the concert in Busan.

It had been a perfect show, the crowd electric as Seventeen delivered one of their best performances yet. But backstage, disaster struck.

You tripped over a loose cable, your ankle twisting as you fell hard to the ground. Pain shot through your leg, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“Y/N!”

The voice was panicked, and before you could even process what was happening, Seokmin was kneeling beside you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone frantic as he inspected your ankle.

“I—I think I twisted it,” you stammered, wincing as he lightly pressed on the injury.

He cursed under his breath, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced with something raw and unfiltered. “This shouldn’t have happened. Someone should’ve fixed this cable.”

Before you could protest, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you with an ease that left you breathless.

“Seokmin, I can walk—”

“No, you can’t,” he said firmly, his jaw tight. “Let me take care of this.”

He brought you to a quiet corner backstage, carefully setting you down on a chair. His hands were gentle as he propped up your injured foot, grabbing an ice pack from a nearby first aid kit.

“You didn’t have to—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his voice soft but commanding. “Just… let me do this.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding as he focused on wrapping your ankle. His usual walls were gone, replaced by something vulnerable and raw.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked quietly.

He froze, his hands hovering over the makeshift bandage. For a moment, he didn’t speak, his eyes locked on your ankle.

“I’ve been awful to you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know that. And you didn’t deserve it.”

“Then why—”

“Because you make me feel things I don’t know how to deal with,” he said, cutting you off. His gaze finally met yours, and the intensity in his eyes made your breath catch. “You make me nervous. And instead of handling it like a decent human being, I pushed you away.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Seokmin…”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly. “I just… I didn’t know how to be around you without feeling like I was going to lose my mind.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. “You could’ve just talked to me, you know.”

“I know,” he said, his lips twitching into a small, self-deprecating smile. “I’m an idiot.”

You laughed softly, the tension between you easing ever so slightly.

His smile faded, replaced by something softer, more serious. “I know I don’t deserve it, but… can we start over?”

You nodded, your own smile growing. “I’d like that.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your gaze. “Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed a small nod.

And then his lips were on yours gentle, tentative, and full of all the emotions he’d kept bottled up for so long.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his smile brighter than ever.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

For the first time, you saw him for who he really was sunshine, warmth, and all the messy, complicated feelings in between. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

————————————————————————————-

[grifffins]

🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 6

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

summary: A slow morning, a heated moment, and a long awaited first date, because some things are worth savouring.

wc: 3.7k (Chapter 6/?)

a/n: hate to break it to you, but we’re nearing the end, i think there's only one more chapter left after this, rip. again- ofccc there’s smut in this! love y’all!!

Ch. 5

also on ao3

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I wake up slowly, the first thing I register is the warmth, the solid, comforting weight of Lilia spooning me again, her arm draped lazily over my waist, her breath soft against the back of my neck. I sigh, stretching slightly into her hold, and the movement makes me moan softly under my breath.

She stirs behind me, her lips brushing lightly over my shoulder as her hand begins to trace gentle, aimless patterns on my bare skin. It’s soothing, intimate, and entirely too much.

“Lilia,” I murmur, my voice still heavy with sleep. “I need you to stop if you don’t want me to combust.”

She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against me, and I can feel her lips curve into a smile against my skin. “You’re so dramatic in the mornings,” she teases, her fingers not stopping their lazy exploration.

I groan, flipping over to face her, and grin despite the heat building low in my stomach. “I’m serious.”

Lilia smiles back at me, softer this time, and I swear she’s never looked more beautiful than she does in the morning, hair messy, eyes warm, skin glowing in the early light filtering through the window.

My heart stutters for a beat before my leg instinctively slips between hers, seeking more closeness. It’s meant to be innocent, just to feel her, to be with her, but then—

We’re both wet.

I freeze, and she does too, our eyes meeting in silent acknowledgment. I swallow hard, feeling the heat of her pressed against me, and she looks down before flicking those dark eyes back up to me with something dangerous.

We move at the same time, slowly, subtly, grinding softly against each other, our breaths coming faster, the friction sending sparks down my spine.

I groan, gripping her waist, my forehead pressing against hers. “Lilia...”

“What?” she whispers, her lips brushing against mine, teasing, torturous.

I swallow, my body trembling with the need clawing at me. “I need...”

Her fingers trail up my arm, ghosting over my skin. “What do you need, baby?”

“You,” I breathe, my voice raw and desperate. “I need you.”

She exhales shakily, her eyes softening, her fingers curling against my jaw. “You have me.”

I let out a frustrated sigh, rolling onto my back and tugging her with me, my hands tightening around her hips, guiding her forward, wordlessly, insistently. My gaze flickers up, heated, expectant. “Sit on my face.”

Lilia’s eyes widen, and for a moment, she just stares at me. “Are you insane?” she breathes, half amused, half scandalised.

I smirk, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. “No,” I say, my voice thick with need. “I need you, Lilia. All of you.”

For a second, I think she’s going to argue, but then she lets out a low, almost feral sound and straddles my chest. She hesitates, hovering above me, but I don’t give her a chance to think. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down onto my mouth, groaning the second I taste her.

Lilia gasps, one hand shooting to the headboard for support, the other tangling in my hair as I devour her, licking and sucking with slow, deliberate strokes. She’s soaked, and I revel in it, moaning into her as I drink her in like I’ve been starving for this.

Her moans fill the room, soft and breathy at first, but quickly growing louder as I work my tongue against her, my grip on her thighs tightening to hold her exactly where I want her.

“y/n—” she gasps, her hips rolling against my face, grinding in a way that has me dizzy with how much I want her. “Oh, fuck.”

I hum against her, the vibration making her cry out, and I feel her thighs tremble around me. I grip her ass, pulling her down harder, deeper, wanting all of her.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, and I have no intention of stopping. I flick my tongue, sucking hard on her clit, and the way she clenches above me, the way her legs shake, I know she’s close.

“Let go,” I murmur against her, my voice muffled but clear. “Come for me, Lilia.”

And she does.

She spasms above me, moaning loudly, clutching the headboard with one hand and tugging at my hair with the other as she falls apart completely. Her whole body shakes as I work her through it, licking and kissing her until she finally collapses onto me, breathless and trembling.

I grin against her thigh, pressing one last, teasing kiss there before pulling back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I look up at her with pure satisfaction.

Lilia groans, sliding off me and collapsing onto the bed beside me, covering her face with her hands. “You’re going to kill me.”

I laugh, rolling onto my side and pulling her hands away so I can kiss her flushed cheeks. “Worth it.”

She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “I’m never letting you leave this bed.”

“Promise?” I smirk, running my fingers down her body, and she groans, pulling me in for another kiss.

The soft morning light filters through the room, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

The morning moves in slow, lazy waves. After the intensity of everything, we stay tangled together in Lilia’s bed, limbs draped over each other, skin warm and soft beneath the sheets.

I’m still a little breathless, feeling the echoes of her touch lingering all over me. Lilia lies on her back, one arm curled under her head, her dark curls spilling messily over the pillow. She’s watching me with that sleepy, satisfied smile that makes my heart feel like it’s melting.

Her fingers idly trace shapes along my bare arm, a lazy, soothing rhythm that makes it hard to focus on anything but her touch.

“You’re looking awfully pleased with yourself,” she murmurs, amusement lacing her voice.

I grin, letting my head rest on her shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume—warm, familiar, intoxicating. “Can you blame me?” I sigh, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “You look too good in the morning.”

Lilia hums in amusement, pulling me closer. “Flatterer.”

I lift my head, propping myself up on an elbow to look at her properly. “I’m serious. You should see yourself. All messy and soft and—” I pause, smirking, “—totally debauched.”

She lets out a low laugh, rolling her eyes. “Debauched?”

I nod solemnly. “Utterly. And it’s all thanks to me.”

She smirks, brushing a hand through my hair. “Yes, well, you’re very talented.”

I preen, grinning against her skin. “I aim to please.”

Her laugh is soft this time, and we fall into a comfortable silence. I watch the way her chest rises and falls, how peaceful she looks like this, unguarded, relaxed. It’s a side of her I never get to see enough, and I don’t want to let it go just yet.

Eventually, my stomach lets out a low growl, and I groan dramatically. “I think we need food.”

Lilia chuckles, lazily stretching her limbs before reaching for her robe. “I suppose we do.”

I groan, rolling onto my back. “Nooo, stay in bed with me forever.”

She tugs the pillow away, smirking down at me. “You’ll survive for a few minutes without me.”

“Doubt it,” I grumble, but I let her slip out of bed anyway, watching as she ties the robe around her waist and saunters off toward the kitchen. I take a moment to just... breathe. To let the reality of this, us, sink in.

It’s slow, it’s soft, and it’s nice.

After a few minutes, I gather the energy to drag myself out of bed, slipping into one of Lilia’s shirts from the dresser before padding barefoot into the kitchen. Lilia’s already making coffee, her movements graceful despite the sleep still clinging to her.

I wrap my arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “I could get used to this.”

She hums, leaning back into me. “Mmm, don’t get too comfortable, baby.”

I smirk against her skin. “Too late.”

Breakfast is slow, Lilia insists on making it from scratch, even though I offer to order something instead. I sit on the counter, watching her cook, making little comments here and there just to see her roll her eyes at me.

Eventually, we settle into the couch, plates balanced on our laps, the TV playing some old black-and-white movie in the background that neither of us are really paying attention to.

The day stretches out like that easy touches, soft laughter, a few stolen kisses here and there. It’s the kind of day where the world outside doesn’t matter, where all that exists is us, in this space, in this moment.

And for once, I don’t feel the need to rush anything.

After spending most of the day wrapped up in each other, literally and figuratively, I finally sigh and stretch, reluctantly pulling away from Lilia’s warmth on the couch.

She doesn’t say anything at first, just hums softly, her gaze still fixed on the old movie playing on the TV, fingers idly tracing patterns against my thigh.

I linger for a moment, watching the way the flickering screen casts soft shadows across her face, the way she looks so effortlessly at ease. But eventually, I push myself up, stretching out the last remnants of drowsy contentment.

Lilia glances over, her lips parting slightly like she might say something, but instead, she just watches as I reach for my things, her expression unreadable.

I hesitate, just for a second, then exhale and run my fingers lightly over the back of her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Her fingers curl around mine briefly, a fleeting touch, and then she nods. “Tomorrow,” she echoes, quiet.

She leans in, brushing her lips against mine in a kiss that’s gentle, lingering, something full of promise. “Drive safe,” she whispers against my lips.

I grin, my heart doing somersaults. “You’re such a grandma.”

Lilia chuckles, rolling her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

I step back, winking at her. “You love it.”

She doesn’t deny it, just watches me go with a small, knowing smile.

As I head home, I can’t help but smile to myself, my fingers ghosting over my lips, already thinking about the next time I see her.

I make it home, stepping inside and leaning against the door with a deep, satisfied sigh. I’m blissed out, practically glowing and okay, maybe a little sore, but it’s the good kind of sore. The kind that has me biting my lip and smiling to myself like a lovesick idiot.

I barely have time to bask in the aftermath before there's a knock at the door.

Oh no.

I pull myself together and open it, only to find the entire coven standing there, arms full of wine, chocolate, and the kind of guilty expressions that immediately make me suspicious.

Agatha steps forward first, dramatically waving a bottle of red wine. “Okay, y/n,” she says, her voice heavy with regret. “I am so sorry.”

I blink at her, still in a daze. “For what?”

Jen steps inside, plopping onto my couch like she owns the place. “We really thought we could make it happen, you know?” she sighs. “We tried everything.”

Billy nods solemnly, setting down a ridiculous amount of chocolate bars on the coffee table. “And it just… didn’t work. We failed you.”

Alice pats my arm, looking heartbroken. “I just—I'm sorry, babe. We really thought it was gonna happen.”

I stare at them, completely thrown off. “Wait—what?”

Agatha sighs dramatically, dropping onto the couch beside Jen and pouring herself a glass of wine. “We’ve come to the conclusion that it’s just no use. You and Lilia? It’s never gonna happen.”

I choke on my own breath, barely keeping my composure. “You… what?”

Jen nods sagely. “It’s time to face facts, y/n. She’s just... stuck in her ways.”

Billy winces. “We did our best. But Lilia’s stubborn, and maybe she’s just not into it.”

I nearly burst out laughing, but I managed to cover it with a cough. “Uh—” I clear my throat, trying not to look too smug. “Yeah, uh, what a shame.”

Jen furrows her brows, taking a long sip of her wine and then narrowing her eyes at me. "Wait a minute... you haven’t even changed since yesterday?” She gasps, clutching her chest dramatically. “Oh my god, y/n, you must be devastated."

I open my mouth to respond, but Agatha is already launching into her own regret-filled speech. “I’m so sorry, y/n,” she sighs, resting a hand on my shoulder with a dramatic flair. “For dragging you into this whole mess. I really thought—”

“Agatha.”

She ignores me, shaking her head in self-pity. “I mean, I can be a little pushy, I know. I just wanted to help, but I—”

“Agatha.”

“I should’ve listened when you said you’d handle it yourself,” she mutters, rubbing her temples. “I get too involved, but I mean well, I swear—”

“Agatha.”

She finally looks at me, her expression guilty, and then Jen and Billy jump in, nodding their heads furiously.

“She’s right,” Billy says, shoving a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “We’re all sorry, y/n.”

Alice nods, biting her lip. “Yeah, we pushed too hard. We get it.”

I sigh, shaking my head, feeling warmth in my chest despite their dramatics. “Guys. Seriously—”

Before I can finish, my phone buzzes on the table, and my eyes immediately dart to the screen. The second I see Lilia's name flashing across it, I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips.

I unlock it quickly, biting my lip as I read her message.

Lilia: I can still taste you, baby.

My eyes widen, and I choke on absolutely nothing, scrambling to keep my face neutral. But the coven? Oh, they notice.

Jen narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Who’s that?”

I shrug, doing my best to play it cool, but I can feel the heat creeping up my neck. “No one.”

Agatha, ever the detective, gives me a once over, her gaze flicking from my face down to my clothes, yesterday’s clothes. Her eyes narrow dangerously, and I can see the moment realisation dawns.

Her mouth drops open. “y/n,” she says slowly, with the precision of someone who has just uncovered the best gossip of the year. “You’re not in the same clothes because you’re upset.”

Billy gasps. “Oh my God.”

Jen’s eyes widen in horror and delight. “No. Way.”

Alice just smirks knowingly. “Knew it.”

I shift uncomfortably, clutching my phone a little tighter. “Guys, it’s not—”

Agatha leaps up, pointing at me with wild excitement. “You didn’t come home last night!”

Billy lets out a high-pitched squeal. “SHE DIDN’T COME HOME!”

Jen groans, falling back onto the couch dramatically. “We just spent an hour planning on how to comfort you, thinking Lilia was a lost cause, and you were, oh my God, you were getting laid!”

Agatha clutches her chest. “I feel so betrayed.”

I groan, running a hand through my hair. “Okay, relax, it’s not—”

“Oh, it so is.” Agatha’s eyes gleam with triumph, and then she snatches my phone out of my hands before I can stop her. She reads the message, and her face lights up. “Oh my God.”

I reach for my phone, but she yanks it away. “Lilia Calderu, you dirty—”

“Give it back!” I whine, lunging at her, but Jen and Billy are cackling, and Alice is sipping her wine like this is the most entertaining thing to happen all year.

Agatha grins, finally handing the phone back. “You have to tell us everything. Right now. Every single detail.”

Billy leans in eagerly. “How many times?”

Jen groans. “Boundaries, Billy!”

I groan, covering my face with my hands. “You guys are the worst.”

Alice smirks. “We know.”

I swirl the wine in my glass, barely listening to the chatter around me. The coven is waiting, anticipation thick in the air, but I let them simmer, savoring the way they’re practically vibrating with curiosity.

Then I smile, small, knowing, and take a slow sip.

The silence that follows is deafening.

Then chaos.

I barely hear them. Agatha smirks, watching me carefully. “You’re glowing, you know that?”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”

Alice raises her glass in a toast. “To y/n, finally closing the deal.”

Billy sighs dreamily. “And to Lilia for finally caving.”

We all clink glasses, and as they start spiraling into speculation, I sit back, smiling to myself.

I may not have told them everything, but they don’t need to know all the details. Some things,some very, very good things, are just for me.

I’m sitting there, grinning like an idiot, warmth buzzing in my chest as they all stare at me expectantly. I feel good. No, I feel amazing. And for once, I’m not overthinking it. Lilia wants me. I want her. And that’s all that matters right now.

The thought settles deep in my chest, warm and certain. I barely hesitate before pulling up our messages, before typing out the only thing that matters.

Me: I want to take you out. A real date. Just us.

My phone buzzes. I freeze, staring at it like it’s a ticking time bomb.

I take a deep breath and open the message.

Lilia: A date, huh? I’d love that, baby.

My face erupts into a grin.

The coven goes all in on helping me plan the perfect date. As soon as I tell them Lilia said yes and I told her to be ready by 7 PM tomorrow, it’s like a switch flips.

The next day is a blur of preparation. The coven is relentless, hair, makeup, last-minute pep talks. Billy insists on doing my eyeliner with precision, while Agatha gives me a crash course in charming dinner conversation, not that I need it.

Finally, at 6:45 PM, I’m standing at Lilia’s doorstep, heart pounding in my chest.

I take a deep breath, smoothing my dress down, and knock lightly.

There’s a beat of silence, and then the door opens.

And there she is.

Lilia stands there, dressed in something effortlessly elegant, curls framing her face, lips painted a shade of red that should honestly be illegal. Her eyes rake over me slowly, and I swear I see the corner of her lips twitch in approval.

“Y/n,” she murmurs, her voice smooth and warm. “You look...”

I smirk, leaning against the doorframe. “Good enough to eat?”

She chuckles, stepping aside to let me in.

And with that, our night begins.

The car ride to the restaurant is filled with a quiet, comfortable tension, the kind where every glance, every brush of our hands as I shift gears, feels electric. Lilia sits in the passenger seat, legs crossed, her fingers resting delicately on her lap. She’s wearing a sleek black dress that hugs her figure just right, and I have to focus very hard on the road and not on the way her bare legs look under the dim streetlights.

Every once in a while, I catch her stealing a glance at me, and when our eyes meet, she smiles, soft, knowing, like she’s already figured out exactly how this night is going to end.

When we pull up to the little Italian place, the warm glow of fairy lights twinkling outside, she lets out a soft hum of approval. “You remembered,” she says, stepping out of the car with effortless grace.

I grin, locking the car and offering her my arm. “Of course I did.”

The hostess seats us at a cozy little corner table, the kind that’s half-hidden by soft lighting and a curtain of ivy hanging from the ceiling. The air smells like freshly baked bread, simmering garlic, and expensive wine. It’s warm, intimate, perfect.

Lilia takes her seat across from me, and I swear she’s watching me with that look, the one that makes my knees weak and my stomach flutter.

“Nice choice,” she murmurs, running a finger along the rim of her wine glass. “You planning on wooing me, baby?”

I smirk, leaning back in my chair. “Is it working?”

She tilts her head, considering me with those dark, unreadable eyes. “We’ll see.”

We order, and the conversation flows easily, like it always does with her. Lilia has this way of making everything feel effortless, slipping in teasing remarks between bites of pasta and stolen sips of my wine.

Reaching across the table to trace my fingers lightly over hers. “I like you, Lilia,” I say softly, the teasing slipping away for just a moment. “I want to do this right.”

Something flickers in her eyes, something softer, more hesitant, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she turns her hand over, lacing our fingers together. “I know.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then she smirks, squeezing my hand. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t suffer a little.”

I groan. “Why do I feel like I’ve signed up for something dangerous?”

Lilia laughs, and it’s low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine. “Because you have.”

Dinner passes in a blur of teasing touches and lingering gazes. She steals bites from my plate, and I let her, if only because it gives me an excuse to watch the way her lips wrap around the fork. At one point, her foot brushes purposefully against mine under the table, and I nearly choke on my drink.

Between the stolen touches and playful glances, there are quiet moments too, soft words exchanged in the dim candlelight. She tells me about the book she’s been reading, the way the characters remind her of people she once knew. I listen, captivated, as she speaks with that gentle, thoughtful lilt that always makes me feel like the only person in the world.

I tell her things I wouldn’t tell anyone else, how tonight feels different, how I wish time would slow down just a little.

By the time dessert arrives, I’m leaning into her space, our conversation quieter, more intimate.

“You look beautiful tonight,” I murmur, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

Lilia’s lips curl in that slow, dangerous smile of hers. 

I swallow, my pulse racing, I lift her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Her eyes darken, and I know, this night is only just beginning.

[the-weaving-cryptid]

Pick a Link, Get a Side Quest.

I've recently developed some motivation to do pick a card readings and thought this one was a cute idea. Hopefully y'all will get some positivity from this reading.

From left to right, we have three photos to choose from. All are of Link from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Once you've chosen your group, continue reading under the cut.

Group One

Your Cards: Eight of Cups + Decision

Your Side Quest: Choose to let go of something so that you can have peace again.

This is the group that is going through it right now. I need y'all be to be kinder to yourselves, group one. Y'all deserve better.

Those of y'all who chose the first photo have a decision to make. There is a source of toxicity in your life, and I think most of y'all are aware of where it's coming from. You're being called to cut ties with whatever is the source of that toxicity. You'll feel better for it in the long run.

Group Two

Your Cards: The Moon + Patience

Your Side Quest: Take time off for some self-care and relaxation.

I'm gonna need those of y'all who chose group two to stop and take a breath. Some of y'all have been hustling as of late, and the consequences are going to catch up if you don't give yourself a break.

Most of y'all that chose group two have a specific goal in mind and have been working hard to reach it. It's okay. Y'all will achieve your goals, but you need to allow yourself time to relax. You won't be able to enjoy the rewards of your hard work if you're exhausted.

Group Three

Your Cards: Queen of Wands + Awareness

Your Side Quest: Acknowledge your strengths and achievements. Celebrate them.

The queen of wands is the embodiment of confidence and capability. You should be more proud of yourself, group three. Choose to celebrate your achievements, even the small ones.

This group has likely been feeling insecure due to a setback. I'm here to remind y'all that this happens sometimes, and it is okay. One obstacle doesn't need to destroy your path to achieving your goals. Pull yourself together and push forward, group three. You've got this.

Decks Used: Oak, Ash & Thorn Tarot + Thistledown Oracle

[moonmaiden1996]

How would Law and Sanji deal with embarrasing sex-fails (like cumming before entering or loud farting)? 😄

Okay...I did not expect to love writing this one but OMG I DID!!! I am seriously thinking about writing more.

Trafalgar D. Water Law – The "Pretend It Didn't Happen" Approach

Law prides himself on being calm, composed, and in control. But if something embarrassing happens during sex? Oh, this man will mentally leave his own body.

He’s deep in the moment, pupils blown, voice low and raspy—he’s got you right where he wants you. And then?

Boom. Over before he even enters. Just a sticky puddle taunting him

Absolute silent panic. This is worse than death.

He freezes, processing what just happened. He doesn’t even blink. For a good five seconds, you might think he straight-up died. And then? He acts like it didn’t happen.

"Tch… That was just a test run." 😤 "Give me five minutes."

Cue him rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling, regretting everything. He’s already running medical calculations in his head to figure out the fastest way to recover.

Does he make a self-deprecating joke? Nope. Does he acknowledge it? Absolutely not. Instead, he just stares at you like he’s daring you to say something.

Good luck holding in your laughter.

Imagine: You’re tangled up, things are getting heated, bodies pressed real close—and then…

PPPPPPFFFFTTT 💨

Law’s soul leaves his body instantly.

He stops. Just stops. Entirely still. Not even breathing.

"…That was your fault." He blames you immediately. Doesn’t matter if it was clearly him—he is the Surgeon of Death, and he will gaslight his way out of this.

If you laugh? Oh, he’s furious. Face in his hands, ears red, muttering "Why does this shit happen to me?" under his breath. He will refuse eye contact for the rest of the night.

If you try to comfort him? He’ll grumble something about digestion, bodily functions, and muscle contractions to make it sound scientific. Still embarrassed, but now nerdy about it.

Conclusion: Law cannot handle sex-fails. If one happens, he needs time to recover and possibly die inside a little. His overdramatic but quiet drama.

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Sanji – The "Dramatic Overreaction" Approach

Sanji is a man of passion, charm, and romance—but if something embarrassing happens in the bedroom? This man will lose his damn mind.

You’ve got Sanji all worked up—whispering dirty things in his ear, pressing against him, teasing. He’s already panting, body shaking with anticipation, and just as he’s about to enter— Game over.

This man CRIES. 😭💀

Drops face-first into your chest and just wails into your skin like he’s been personally betrayed by the universe. "Mon Amor… this is a DISASTER!!" 😩 "I didn’t even… I couldn’t even—!!"

He clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. Kicks his legs under the sheets. He physically collapses. This man is full-body trembling like he’s in the middle of a Shakespearean tragedy. "I have failed you as a man." 😔💔

You’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, but Sanji is NOT joking. He will refuse to look at you for at least an hour, lying face-down on the bed, absolutely devastated. The drama is unmatched.

The room is thick with passion—your hands are tangled in his hair, his lips are leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and then— PPFFFTT— 💨 … Silence.

Sanji stops moving IMMEDIATELY.

Eyes wide as hell. Face instantly tomato-red.

And then?

This man straight-up tries to exit the room.

"Excusez-moi—I must leave, I must go, I—" He is already reaching for his pants like he’s about to abandon the situation entirely.

If you laugh? He DIES. Falls backward onto the bed, hand over his heart, groaning like he’s been mortally wounded.

"You must NEVER speak of this!!" 😫 "I can never show my face again!"

If you try to comfort him? He just dramatically throws himself into your arms like, "Why are you even still with me??"

The ONLY way to snap him out of it? Kiss him and tell him it was cute. Then suddenly he’s perking up, kissing your neck, pretending it never happened.

But he WILL remember. Forever.

Scenario: Sanji Going Down on You, But He Cums Early

You’re lying back, head resting on the pillow, legs parted just enough to let Sanji work his magic. His hands are gently caressing your thighs, lips trailing kisses along your inner leg. He’s absolutely obsessed with making you feel good, his entire focus on you. He starts slow—teasing, tasting, and gradually building up the tension between you two. You’re moaning softly, eyes fluttering shut, completely lost in the moment, when—

BAM.

It happens. He cums too soon.

Sanji pulls away immediately, face bright red, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, completely mortified. He doesn’t even know how to respond. The room is silent for a good few seconds.

And then? He curls up into a ball of despair on the bed, covering his face with his hands like he’s just committed an unforgivable crime. "Mon dieu…!" he exclaims dramatically, his voice muffled through his hands. "How could I be so weak?? I—I'm so sorry! I ruined everything!"

He refuses to make eye contact, shaking his head as if the entire universe has conspired against him. If you try to comfort him, all he can do is mutter "I failed you again…" in a small, broken voice. The embarrassment is palpable, and he is convinced that you’re utterly disappointed.

But here’s the kicker—after the initial meltdown, when you hold him and whisper sweet things, he’s so needy for reassurance. His face is buried in your chest, and he murmurs, "I promise I'll make it up to you, I swear, please… let me try again."

And yes, he will try again. But first? He needs some time to recover. He’ll casually ask you if you want him to "start over" or take a break—his pride slightly bruised, but still determined to do whatever it takes to please you. He will definitely be between your legs making it up to you till he’s ready to demonstrate how much of a man he is. He'll definitely keep thinking about it, though. For the next month at least. Every time he gets close, he'll remember that one moment, and his dramatic overreaction will likely strike again. But don’t worry, eventually, he will get back into it with renewed passion and an even more intense focus—just make sure you’re prepared for the possibility of another emotional breakdown at any second!

Conclusion: Sanji falls apart if something goes wrong. He’ll cry, dramatically apologize, and refuse to look at you. But with a little reassurance, he’ll bounce back, though he’ll never forget it. All heart, but full of drama. Very much the definition of the loud, dramatic type

LIKE. COMMENT. REQUEST

[alstrodurge]

You know the answer.

Because you can give him true pleasure.

Magic flows from your fingertips, threading its way into the most hidden corners of his mind. You feel it slip past the barriers built from years of fear and submission, feel his desires like a trembling vibration through the web of your spell.

They are buried beneath layers of pain, humiliation, and false hopes—some so deeply hidden that he has long stopped acknowledging them.

But you find them.

Freedom. Not just from Cazador, but from the weight of his past.

Power. The ability to seize his own fate—and shape the fates of those who dare stand against him. Safety.

To be seen. To be wanted for who he is, not for what he can offer in return.

Your magic brushes against these desires, weaving them into a perfect harmony, shaping them into something tangible, something real.

It is all here. Safety. The gentle caress of sunlight. The taste of rich, aged wine.

Pleasure, no longer something to be given—only to be received, savored.

His breath quickens. His lips part, trembling, curving into a tentative—genuine—smile. His eyelids flutter, as if he’s seeing something wonderful.

Is he… happy?

Again, the question echoes within you.

Why are you doing this?

The answer crashes over you like an icy wave, knocking the breath from your lungs.

You’ve done this before.

Again.

And again.

A sharp jolt of memory spears through you, cutting like a blade.

Dark walls of cold stone.

Flickering candlelight.

The scent of blood.

Faces staring at you in reverence—worship.

As if you were their godess.

You remember the thrill.

To be the reason for their bliss.

To be the reason for their agony.

Oh, that moment—

when a tender caress turns to cold steel against bare skin.

It was always your little game.

Your art.

Your favorite way. To kill.

Darkness crashes over you, dragging you under.

The air is gone, your lungs burn, the void swallows everything—sight, sound, self.

But this time—you refuse to surrender.

With staggering effort, you rip yourself free, as if breaking the surface of a dark sea where no light, no sound exists.

The air sears your throat as you gasp, sharp and ragged.

You are you again.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but your eyes snap down to your hands—

Nothing.

Not a single drop of blood.

Your heartbeat pounds so violently it drowns out all other sound.

You’re lucky. It was only a few seconds.

Still breathing hard, you cast a wary glance toward Astarion’s unmoving figure.

You lean in, holding your breath.

He’s asleep. Deeply.

You’ve never seen his face so at peace.

So… serene?

And… gods, it almost looks like he’s dreaming of something good.

You step back soundlessly.

Your fingers tremble.

"Never again," you whisper, your voice breaking—so soft, so fragile it is almost a plea.

And you can say nothing more.

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[11queensupreme11]

I love where we're taking this Cheating Cu story, and I’m really enjoying it!

What I think would be funny is if the mistress tried to corner Percy and slapped or attacked her. I know it’s not possible, but I like the hypothetical situation we have going on—so let’s just pretend that she did. What would make it even more fun is if the attack left a visible mark on Percy’s skin, like a handprint on her cheek or a bruise on her arm from being grabbed too hard. What I think would get the yandere's attention is if it left a mark or if they saw Percy crying because of it.

Now, imagine the Yanderes or other family members seeing the aftermath or the attack happening in real time. They would absolutely LOSE their minds! I bet they’d come up with over a 100 different ways to torture or kill the mistress on the spot.

And if she attacked Percy in front of one or all of the Yanderes and their kids? Oh, that would make things even worse. The sheer chaos that would follow would be insane!

If possible, could you give us their reaction to witnessing it or seeing her cry because of the mistress?

i love you guys for never failing to find ways to make this au messier and messier 😂😂😂 it's like watching my favorite dramas, more dramatic shit is always piling on to each other to create one big mess

if the mistress ever tried to (or actually did) hurt percy in front of the yans and their kids, they would ALL lose their shit but the one who loses it worse would be........ cú chulainn!

(you guys probably thought i'd say poseidon or something huh???)

but yeah it's cú chulainn! listen, this whole mess is all HIS fault and he knows it. he had an affair, didn't see anything wrong with his actions when his wife confronted him about it. dismissed her feelings, and then became worried as fuck seeing how depressed she became. then the guilt comes, and now he finally acknowledges his wrongdoing but at that point, percy's already giving him the cold shoulder no matter how hard he tries to apologize. and now she's getting ready to leave for midgard, AND THEN THE MISTRESS ANNOUNCES HER PREGNANCY.....

then the bitch has the AUDACITY to try and hurt percy. he's the first to notice it and practically tackles her LMAO 😭😭😭 he's been so hyperfocused on percy for months now that he instantly notices the mistress trying to attack and that's why he reacts first and faster. honestly, he would literally just kill her in a blind rage before anyone can even realize what's happening 💀

...... but hey, no more mistress and bastard baby to worry about! (percy's still heartbroken tho and she's definitely going to midgard after this mess)

poseidon is furious that the whore tried to raise a hand against his daughter-wife and even more furious that cú chulainn managed to do something about it before he could smh. you'd think he'd be grateful, but nope! he still hates the dude's guts. this is all HIS fault after all.

hades would stiffly thank cú chulainn for the save but that's all he's getting from him. he'll be more focused on making sure percy's okay and getting her and the other girls out of the room away from the crime scene

anubis is fuming that cú chulainn managed to stop the crazy lady first. he saw it happen before he did, he swears!!!! cú chulainn was just... closer! yeah, that's all! anyways, he rushes after percy to make sure she's okay and pretty much hogs her the entire day.

beelzebub's just relieved that cú chulainn's act didn't do him any favors with percy. he is disappointed tho that the mistress was killed so quickly. he would've liked to torture her and the baby first...

apollo's shrieking like an ambulance siren the entire time LMAO 😂😂 he has no idea what just happened because he was too busy trying to get to percy to comfort her, but he's not gonna thank cú chulainn for the save! in his eyes, he still needs to suffer! pity his stupid whore couldn't suffer with him...

loki's glad percy was saved, but now he's pissed at cú chulainn for killing his mistress too quickly. he'd throw out accusations like "you probably killed her quickly so we wouldn't be able to get our hands on her! admit it, you cared about the dumb bitch, didn't you?!" anything to make him look worse in percy's eyes lol

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer went with Adam to his next appointment with Bel, she was very kind and had a very calming air about her.

Bel: I'm so sorry this happened to you Lucifer, the first step to healing is acknowledging that what happened was not your fault.

Lucifer held Adams hand, a tissue in the other.

Lucifer: It's just so hard not to, if I had come home sooner that day.....

Adam: Oh Luci....

Adam kissed his hand, if he could get his hands on Lilith he would make her pay for hurting his husband so bad.

Bel: Then it might have happened in your home. Taking away your safe space. This Lilith woman sounds like she would have stopped at nothing.

Lucifer: Yeah..... And the worst part is I have to see her again in court to be sure she gets the maximum sentence.

Bel nodded and wrote in her notepad: Can you tell me about the nightmares?

Lucifer: They're mostly the same, but the difference is how they start. Sometimes I'm too late to save Adam and him and the girls a-are dead before she rapes and kills me. Other times she makes me watch as she hurts him and then everything happens......... So I haven't been sleeping.

Bel: How long?

Lucifer: Three days....... The dreams are just too graphic.

Bel: And the last time the two of you had sexual relations?

Adam: It was before what happened.

Bel: I see ...... Well, I would recommend coming back and we keep working through this together. Try and get some sleep you need it, even if it's not solid. And as for your sex life, Adam, maybe where Lucifer was held down and the position he was in causes him distress, maybe the two of you can pick a position where he's in charge and can back out easily if uncomfortable. Like missionary or from behind.

Adam blushed: Y-yeah I'm okay with that.

Lucifer nodded: I can try and see if that helps.

It was a shame because Lucifer loved having Adam on top of him, but if that position was giving him trauma and stress he could try others for now.

So that night, Adam laid down on the bed and let Lucifer have the control letting him go at his own pace. It was slow going, but did Lucifer made love to him.

He even fell asleep in Adams arms that night, with only pleasant dreams that night.

(Las Vegas Wedding AU)

⚠️this story will deal transphobia since Adam is trans and Lilith is very much a terf in this story⚠️

Lucifer smiled when he got to the airport and saw Adam there waiting. Lucifer was going to get married to Lilith in a month and Adam decided that they should have a bachelor party in Las Vegas. Adam paid for everything and planned everything since he was the best man.

Adam: It will be like our Vegas vacation when we graduated high school. I mean aside from the fact that I now go by Adam instead of Adele.

In fact it was during that vacation that Adam admitted to Lucifer that he was trans. Lucifer instantly supported Adam and even cut his hair for him along with helping him get a new wardrobe for Adam to match his gender. There was a reason Lucifer always supported Adam, he was in love with him. In fact he always loved Adam. He did like Lilith, but that was mainly because Adam never gave any hints that he liked him as more than a friend. He found Adam even more beautiful than Lilith, though he would never say that out loud.

Adam: Time for a Vegas vacation with my best friend.

Adam wrapped an arm around Lucifer’s shoulders. He hoped that the taller man didn’t notice how much he was blushing being close to him. He just wanted to rest his head on Adam’s chest and run his hands along the scars from the top surgery. Once they made it to Vegas, they checked it at the resort hotel and they went to party. After gambling, drinking, and eating they found themselves laying in the resort bed together still fully clothed. Lucifer ran his fingers through Adam’s hair and he noticed Adam was saying something.

Lucifer: What is it Addie?

Adam: I don’t want you to marry Lilith, Luci.

Lucifer: Why?

Adam: Because, I love you. In fact I have always loved you, I was just afraid you would never love a trans man.

Lucifer: I have always loved you too.

Lucifer then kissed Adam, both tasting the liquor on their breath.

Lucifer: In fact we should get married tonight, I have the wedding rings and there is a wedding chapel next door.

Adam: You mean it?

Adam’s eyes filled with happy tears at those words.

Lucifer: Yeah, let’s go now.

They went the wedding chapel next door. They said their vows and kissed. Lucifer even put the ring meant for Lilith on Adam’s finger and Adam put the wedding ring that once belonged to Lucifer’s dad on Lucifer’s finger.

Lucifer: I can’t wait until we go back to our room for our wedding night.

Lucifer, even though he was drunk carried Adam across the threshold of the hotel room and placed him on the bed.

They kissed and in a blur lost their clothes, Lucifer gripped Adam's hips and sunk his dick into his waiting pussy that was wet just for him. It felt like they fit together like a puzzle piece and he pounded into Adam.

Lucifer enjoyed all the sounds that he pulled from Adam, sex with Adam was so much better than whatever sex he was having before.

Adam: Ahhh!!~ Luci! ~

Lucifer: How about I put a baby in my pretty little wife?~

Adam: Yes! Please! Oh please.

Adam came, he wanted a baby with Lucifer more than anything. Lucifer finished inside of him and kissed him sweetly.

Lucifer: I love you.

Adam smiled: I love you too.

When morning came and Adam woke up he was hung over. Looking next to him his eyes widened when he saw Lucifer sleeping naked next to him..... And he was also naked.

And he felt sticky.....

Oh no.

[avelera]

Ugh, sorry, one last political point because it’s the day for it and this is bugging me.

Democrats and people on the left in the US have got to knock it off with this whole, “All Trump voters are obviously stupid” thing.

I’m sure it’s satisfying to believe, but it is simply not true, and making assumptions about your opponents that aren’t true is how you lose elections.

Half of the voting population of this country is not stupid and it is ludicrous to insist on believing that. Trump voters include doctors, lawyers, business owners, people with PhDs and graduate degrees, and people who attend college courses for fun. They are, unfortunately for many of us including yours truly, our parents and relatives and I at least know for a fact in those cases that they are well educated, well traveled people.

Assuming these people are just stupid and uninformed is, in fact, stupid. It a simplistic view of the world that is going to make your platforms lose if you embrace it and refuse to look deeper.

In practice, people engage in politics because they want the greatest happiness and prosperity for the largest number of people that they care about.

Everything after that is just haggling over price.

For example, the Left/Democrats might believe that the great amount of happiness and prosperity is brought to the largest number of people they care about when an advanced degree is available to everyone without leaving them in crippling debt, when people can age with social services that allow them dignity, when billionaires and companies cannot exploit their workers, and when peace and just causes are allowed to flourish around the world, including the education and enfranchisement of women, and the long term health of our planet. I personally believe that brings long term prosperity to us all.

Left and Right wing voters right now both probably agree that everyone is happier and more prosperous if they can afford a house and have a job that covers their needs and then some. How to get to that is the sticking point that they disagree on.

Right wing voters also want prosperity for themselves and those they care for and what they disagree on with the Left is how to achieve that. I’m not going to go into their platforms here because the whole point of this post is not assuming things about your opponents.

Now in order to persuade people to hold more Left leaning views, you need to make the case for why what you care about is a thing that they should care about and, more importantly, how it enhances the happiness and prosperity of them and those they care about.

Otherwise, you are asking them to vote against their own interests, which no one engages in politics to do, at least not on purpose (even if it is the ultimate outcome in many cases).

If you don’t care about making this argument to opposite side, then fine, you’ve already lost and you deserve to keep losing elections.

You deserve to lose because you’re not making a case for why anyone should support your causes in order to gain happiness and prosperity for themselves and those they care about, including expanding the field of people they care about, and it is ludicrous to expect people to do that without being persuaded either intellectually or emotionally.

This is what finding common ground and building coalitions is about, even if you don’t agree on every point. And if you self isolate and stick to your purity, you deserve to lose because politics is about how we govern large groups of people towards a common goal that, ultimately, is best simplified as the goal of their greatest happiness and prosperity.

Good faith politics is negotiating over what that means. Because resources are finite we can’t all get everything we want all at once. And not everyone agrees on everything so you need to prioritize the best possible allotment of happiness and prosperity for the short and long term, and that’s when we get into the nitty gritty of all the horse trading that happens in politics etc etc.

And you get into things like billionaires having outsized ability to enact their own happiness and prosperity but here’s the thing, many people especially on the right go along with those views because they believe (rightfully or not) that those goals will increase their own happiness and prosperity as well and if you don’t agree you’ve got to explain to them intellectually or emotionally why that is and provide and alternate platform or path for them to gain it that is more effective by at least some measure of that value.

Anyway, at the risk of this becoming a political science thesis from someone who isn’t a political scientist, just an amateur academic, tl;dr please knock it off with assuming everyone who disagrees with you is stupid, it is a losing proposition and it doesn’t get us anywhere near the goals we want to achieve politically, ie, the greatest happiness and long term prosperity of the people we care about.

[martyrbat]

habeas corpus – detective comics #1086

(ID in alt!)

[cetoddle]

qiao ling would never allow me to be treated like this

[edge-oftheworld]

if your fave says that someone makes them happy btw. the least you can do is believe them. if they say that they feel safe and a bit calmer and they’re getting a chance to heal. you gotta respect that. even if you have your own concerns and reasons not to be happy about it, in the end it’s their well-being and they have a right to live and to tell their own story however they choose. and if you refuse to believe basic evidence that’s right in front of you, you don’t deserve to scrutinise their life or who they have in it.

[brainrotzora]

these things are always happening to the ones i like :////////

anyways the lighting in this dungeon is so nice

didn't get any good pics bc i was too busy dungeoning but so pretty...best dungeon music so far goes to snowcloak though btw

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.

[t4tpumpkinduo]

man.

[urfavoritemistake]

hey reddit is it normal to get an anxiety attack whenever your roommate exists in the same space as you