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Hiya!! 👋🏼😄 How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versace🧐. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! 😍
Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings™ about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!
Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?
SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.
Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.
SOKKA is That Guy™. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.
His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.
AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocs—don't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.
His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)
KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessories—hers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...
She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.
She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).
TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Toph’s fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?
Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.
Zuko. ZUKO.
Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch as—well, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.
This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.
The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.
In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.
He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)—it won't help him when he needs it the most.
In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.
But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.
When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.
He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.
He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.
As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.
He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.
Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.
In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...
Two someones, actually.
Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...
Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.
Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.
Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.
Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...
Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and pain—but you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.
(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)
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Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?
If you made it all the way down here—thank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own ❤️
#dema answers#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#katara#atla fanart#prince zuko#atla art#tales from the couch#atla modern au#the gaang#aang fanart#atla aang#avatar aang#aang#suki fanart#atla suki#suki#sokka fanart#atla sokka#sokka#zuko fanart#atla zuko#katara fanart#atla katara#toph beifong fanart#atla toph#toph beifong#toph#twenty one pilots
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prioritizing mentalities like "people who look like cishet men aren't allowed in queer spaces" means putting your mild discomfort before the safety of other queer people and as a result cutting them off from community and resources they desperately need. saying "never transition/boymoding/butch/masc trans women look too much like cishet men and scare the women and enbies" prioritizes your comfort and need to pathologically avoid men and mascs over transfeminine people being addressed correctly and given access to resources. this is transmisogyny. this also conflates nonbinaryhood with womanhood which is also transphobic. saying that "women and enbies" need to be "protected" from "cishet men" is taking a page right out of rad fem ideology and actively endangers transfemmes, trans women, intersex people, non binary people, and other queer people
this is putting your squicks before the genuine needs of someone else. this is you refusing to understand non binary identities. you are mildly uncomfortable- they are fighting for their lives to find safety and community. you are mildly inconvenienced, they are being cut off from things that can save their lives. these are 2 entirely different situations to be in. you're "uncomfy" around tall people with deep voices, broad chests and shoulders, narrow hips, facial and body hair, they're fighting to stay off the streets, find access to HRT and gender affirming surgery, meet other trans people to know they're not alone, and find safety among people who get them.
look beyond the scope of your lived experience. sometimes in life you will be uncomfortable. you must challenge and face that discomfort in order to grow. you being mildly uncomfortable around someone with a deep voice and a square jaw identifying as a lesbian woman is a non-issue, especially when that woman needs to be around other queer women. we all face discomfort throughout our lives. we have all had bad experiences with certain "types" of people. but we must grow and move past our own discomfort, especially when it starts taking away rights from people who have not and will continue to not harm you in any way shape or form by sharing a space with you.
#lgbtqia#lgbtq#lgbt#queer#transfemme#transfeminine#transfem#trans woman#trans women#trans girl#tgirl#mtf#nonbinary#non binary#enby#genderqueer#genderfluid#bigender#multigender#polygender#genderfuck#genderpunk#agender#transsexual#lesbian#trans lesbian#gnc#femme lesbian#butch lesbian#dyke
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Ranking the Veilguard companions Hookup Potential based on the kind of bed situation they have going on in the Lighthouse
(im in early act 2 so have no idea what further romance scenes are actually like, this is just jokin time without any romance spoilers. just pics of how their respective rooms in the lighthouse look and some basic characterization we know about them)
Taash: 8/10
In another game or the real world I would only rate this a 5 because she has no pillows or addition blankets. however she does have a real bedframe AND it's big enough for 2 which means she is doing better than 90% of the rest of the Veilguard so this score gets boosted. And while there's not many blankets, there are plenty of braziers around the room to keep you warm, and Taash is probably her own miniature furnace to cuddle up to. Crucially, she also has a whole wheel of cheese next to the bed, which means you don't even have to leave the covers to get a snack after.
Lucanis: 1/10
Oh no. I'm not even going to comment on the pantry angle because everyone else asks him about that to begin with, so this is just about the bed. Unfortunately the bed is a cot made of uneven wooden planks with some blankets on top of it, and is only wide enough for 1. This is because Lucanis hates sleeping and doesn't want to do it, so the less tempting his bed is, the better for him. Unfortunately this means sleepover potential is dreadful and you will have to find alternate solutions. He does at least have another blanket to go over him and one that's presumably being used as a pillow, so, he gets a 1 instead of a 0, but I am still planning on gifting him coupons for a back massage for Satinalia.
Bellara: 4/10
This setup is perfectly fine for sleeping. It's the lighthouse standard little bed couch thing, has a mattress/cushion, is elevated off the floor, has a pillow, and she's got her blankets folded below. Perfectly serviceable for getting a good night's rest which we know Bellara is not because she forgot to sleep again. However, it's very much a one person sized setup. You might be able to cuddle for a while but if one of you unconsciously tries to roll over you are going right to the floor. Ouch.
Lace Harding: 5/10
You might be wondring "why is sleeping on the floor rated higher than bellara's" and the answer is because this means you are not rolling off the bed onto the floor. it's not going to be comfy but we are not ranking comfort here we're ranking sleepover potential. Harding has managed to make this space look homey and the canopy gives the illusion of being in a tent or canopy bed to help with that illusion. There are rugs down on the floor plus the blankets and pillows--we know Harding is used to sleeping on the ground due to her career as a scout, and I'm sure she can scrounge up more blankets to make the cushioning big enough for the both of you. Your back WILL hurt in the morning but you'll get to have a fun night first.
Neve: 3/10
Girl I know you can do better than this. Which means you're not trying to on purpose, so, live your life I guess. I will say this cot IS bounds nicer than Lucanis's--you can see its a stretched canvas or hide on a frame rather than wooden planks, so it will have a little more give. However they are not THAT much comfier which I know having slept on this modern equivalent many times. Neve also apparently has 0 pillows or blankets so you're out of luck there, as well as the problem of it only being wide enough for 1 again. This woman has too many other things going on to think about romance so your Rook is going to be the one improvising on that matter I think.
Davrin: 10/10
Now here is a man who has his life together. Double or queen size mattress, rustic bed frame he probably lovingly carved and assembled himself by hand, and not only are there sheets AND blankets AND pillows, they are are full on matching set and this knight in shining armor dutifully makes the bed every morning. There's also enough pillows for two! While the remains of a giant corpse is hanging above you all night, the spacing of the ribs still gives you lots of room above to manouver, so just don't worry about that. As a bonus you'll probably even have a baby griffon come to cuddle in the night which is such a cute thought we're going to ignore how much worse getting stepped on by a griffon foot would be than even the biggest fattest housecat trying to stand on your stomach at 4:30am. My one criticism of the setup here is that due to the bed's positioning if the person on the inside needs to get up in the night they'll have to awkwardly crawl over the person on the outside, however everyone else's bed situation is so dismal I'm not even going to subtract a point for that. Great work Davrin.
Emmrich: ???/10
Where... does this man sleep. Peepaw I KNOW you can't be sitting in that armchair all night you need your beauty rest!!! There are 0 beds or cots or floor blankets in this man's room. HOW am I supposed to break his pelvis if he has nowhere for us to lie down??? We can't risk that old man's spine on the cobblestone.
Wait... unless. No, surly not. I mean--jk. Unless...? 😳😳😳
is daddy necromancer gonna fuck me on the sacrifice slab... 😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵
Bonus:
Solas 11/10
does not matter where he actually slept bc once my inquisitor Gets Him again they WILL be fucking on top of the piano in front of the mural in his Yearning Room
#i know rook has their own couch thing however this post was funnier without it. also they have 0 pillows/blankets so a 5/10 also.#ramblings#dragon age: veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#dav shitposts#lucanis dellamorte#taash#lucanis#lace harding#harding#bellara#bellara lutare#neve#neve gallus#davrin#emmrich#emmrich volkarin#solas#solavellan#rook#full disclosure after i thought of this and took all these pics i Did get a cutscene where emmrich has a corpse on the table so. not a bed#but for a few days of running around i WAS like... i mean theres nowhere else... what if...#i still think itd be hot#jade plays dav#juniper aldwir#juniper rook#datv#da4#veilguard
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Cuddling Headcanons — Jade & Floyd Leech x gn! reader
tw: none.
a/n: I know I already wrote affection headcanons for all the NRC students, but I had a dream about hugging Floyd and needed to write about cuddling the eel.
wc: 1k
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jade Leech
❥Jade is a bit stiff when it comes to physical affection. Your hugs are met with light pats to the back. Just give him some time and start with small things. Jade, unlike his brother, isn’t as well versed in expressing his emotions so openly. He’ll try for you though, but only in private, he’s not comfortable with being vulnerable by himself, let alone in front of others.
❥Expresses his affection more subtly than Floyd, whether that be giving you gifts or helping you with any troubles. If you really want to hold on to him he’s more open to gentlemanly shows of affection like linking elbows or kissing the back of your hand. He’s amused at your want for affection and can’t help but give in even if it’s just slightly (also enjoys showing you off in a way that isn’t overly affectionate).
❥When you’re alone? He’s more open to any hugging you have in mind. Over time the awkward pats on your back will turn into a firm hug. You’re very lucky, he doesn’t even hug his brother like this. Like Floyd, his body temperature depends on his environment, so he won’t be warm per say, but he is tall and his hugs make you feel shielded from the rest of the world. He will tease you about how affectionate you are (even if you aren’t super affectionate), calls you clingy but makes no move to let go.
❥Cuddling is another thing Jade has to get used to. So, so stiff at first. Over time he gets used to it, understanding how you want him to hold you or if you want to hold him (he finds the second option much more amusing). It’s not something he’ll crave, but he also enjoys the warmth you provide (both physically and emotionally). It’s in these moments that he finds himself willing to be just a bit more vulnerable with you, kissing your temple softly and tracing your features with his eyes. Finds it amusing and heartwarming that you’re willing to be so vulnerable in front of a predator like him.
❥Mornings are so domestic. Jade will typically wake first, go through his morning routine and wake you after. If he’s feeling a bit extra he’ll make you breakfast in bed, revealing just how sappy he actually was deep down. On the rare occasion you wake up before/with Jade, he finds the way you both walk around each other, doing your separate routine’s to be his favorite moment. How well you both know each other, and are comfortable you are with the other. It doesn’t fail to warm his heart. He’ll be hesitant if you ask to do his hair, he has a very specific routine to make himself look professional…but your puppy dog eyes do work on him no matter how much he argues otherwise.
❥Even Jade’s sleepwear is classy, you almost feel hesitant to touch it…almost. Unlike Floyd’s pajamas (which are baggy on him, can’t imagine how baggy they’d be on you), Jade’s are silky and smooth…also very baggy on you. He can’t help the predatory smile that tugs on his lips when he sees you in them, perhaps even he can feel a bit of cute aggression. But he doesn’t squeeze you, instead he admires you when you give him a twirl, flapping the sleeves that engulf your hands. He doesn’t mind sharing with you, not as long as you keep this view between the two of you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Floyd Leech
❥Let me just say this out front, hugging Floyd is so comfy. He may not be super warm (moray eels are ectotherms which means their body temps depend on their environment), but the way he holds you so snuggly more than makes up for that. If you’re touch starved he’ll be your best bud. An excuse to squeeze someone? Sign him up. A willing victim to his shenanigans is welcome in his book (although he finds himself a bit downtrodden that you don’t run away from him anymore, he liked the chase).
❥Loves love loves touching you. Whenever he sees you he just gets the urge to squeeze you, but not like his normal squeezes where he wants the person to pop. No, he wants to squeeze you because of the fluttery feeling he gets in his chest. Cute aggression to the max. He doesn’t just hug you though, he likes to swing your intertwined hands or carries you around (depends how he’s feeling).
❥Cuddling with him is a one way ticket to being stuck for hours. He loves draping himself over you like a weighted blanket. Maybe not fully laying on top of you, but you lay side by side facing each other and he’s got an arm and leg splayed over you. Floyd basically cocoons you in his hold, basking in the warmth both you and the blankets provided him. Loves love loves feeling you snuggle into him, he gets all happy and squeezes you just a bit tighter.
❥In the morning you never know what mood Floyd will be in. Some days he’s extra sleepy and will try and get you to stay with him (it’s hard to say no with him nuzzling his face into your messy hair), other days he’s bouncing off the wall, wanting you to get up early with him and start the day off with a bang. No matter what he’ll be asking you to help him with his morning routine, specifically fixing his hair. He has such a terrible bedhead that it never fails to amuse you. Floyd just loves to feel your hands in his hair, so who better to style it than you?
❥Steal his clothes. Do it. Okay maybe I want to steal his sleepwear ‘cus it looks so comfy. His reaction depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s in a happier mood he’ll coo and tease you for stealing his clothes, makes him wanna wrap you up and keep you all to himself. If he's in a pissed mood, he won’t take too kindly. He was already having a bad day and now you’re wearing the exact hoodie he wanted to throw on. It might seem like he’s being a drama queen but if you’ve been looking forward to something (especially when you’re having a bad day) and someone took it you wouldn’t be too happy either. So don’t fight him, let him take the hoodie (and steal a different one).
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Prompt number 7 with Logan 🫢
─➭ a/n: ooo, this is a good pick! I also apologize for the week delay; work was kicking my ass. but thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy; this is a long one - kaya <3 (prompt list)
We're Just Friends? - Logan Howlett: the one when you realized it meant more to him that you assumed
─➭ pairing: Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader
─➭ prompt #7: "Why did you leave me like that back there?" "Because." "Because, what?" "Because your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends."
─➭ content warning: hurt/comfort, miscommunication, friends to lover's trope, suggestive in the end
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It’s Charles' birthday party tonight that Jean and Storm decided to throw for him at the mansion. All the adults were to attend the black-tie shindig along with invited colleagues and so on.
You were excited to have something to dress up for and eat some fancy food unlike the brute man pouting as he leans against your bathroom door.
“I put on the suit that should be enough,” Logan sasses to you, “I ain’t putting on the damn bowtie.”
You roll your eyes as you put the cap back on your lipstick with an aggressive sigh, “Don’t be such a diva, Logan. Wear the bowtie.”
You get goosebumps seeing the dirtiest look he’s ever given to you through the mirror. You’re also fighting for your life to not break out into a fit of laughs. “The fuck did you call me?” he snaps.
You couldn’t hold the laugh any longer and it slips from your lips as the dirty look turns into a pout on his face. Ignoring his question, you walk towards him and grab the bowtie from his hand. Logan has to fight to keep a straight face as your pretty self, inches closer with another step. If he could, he’d pull you in by the waist and take your lipstick off with a kiss.
“It’s for one night. One night only,” you say with pleading eyes, “And women love a bowtie on a man so who knows who you might pull into your bed tonight,” you joke with a smile and wiggling eyebrows.
Logan’s jaw clenches at your words. The only woman he wants to pull tonight is you but he doesn’t think you’d like that, so he shakes the thought away even though it hurts to do so.
You on the other hand wanted to slap yourself in the face for saying that because you just hurt your own feelings. You really don’t want to see Logan and a woman - who isn’t you - clinging to his arm at the end of tonight. Maybe you said that as foreshadowing to help prepare you for the moment that will eventually happen. But you ignore the pang in your heart.
Logan scoffs aggressively as he takes the bowtie back from you and begins tying it himself while looking at the mirror, “Yeah, because that’s the goal I had for myself leading up to tonight,” he says sarcastically while you give him a look of smugness as you watch him finish the tie.
“You look good though,” you say with a small smile as you adjust the tie a little bit.
Logan looks back down to you with a tight-lipped smile. “You look good too, darlin,” he says back in a gentle tone.
And good is an understatement when it comes to you because you look so goddamn breathtaking. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you before today and now he thinks his greatest battle is to not admire you in your dress tonight.
A black form-fitting dress is criminal to wear in front of him because this is his first time seeing the shape of your body and it makes him want to see more for his eyes only. Your heels give you extra height, but you still can’t reach up to him and he finds it endearing.
Why do you have to be so beautiful…
You see him in a daze as he looks at you and you almost think it’s longing. But that's just a wish you have. “Logan? Are you still there?’ you say with a wave to bring him back down to earth.
Logan smiles as he nods, “Where else would I be, huh?” he asks.
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The party started hours ago and it’s still growing strong.
Everyone is laughing, mingling, and dancing the night away. You say it's almost peaceful seeing everyone letting loose from the stress that has been filling up their lives. Everyone, including yourself, needed this. Everyone except Logan.
Such a party pooper…
You walk up to him as he takes a swig of his drink. He looks up at you with a questioning look, expecting you to say whatever it is that’s on your mind.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you get up once other than for a drink,” you say knowingly.
Logan sighs, “At least, I got up instead waving down one of the servers.”
You groan at his words before walking around the table and pulling him up by his arm. “At least be polite and make your rounds to everyone,” you complain, “Then you can sit back down.”
Logan almost laughs at your miserable attempt to get him out of the comfort of his seat. But to save you from the embarrassment of falling on your ass, he sighs and gets up. “Only if you stay with me. We’re both suffering together,” he says almost pridefully as he moves your hand to wrap around his arm.
Your face turns into a heater feeling his muscles along the expanse of his arms. You could only imagine how safe you’d feel having both arms wrapped around your body securely. At least you can bask in the moment a little longer before it gets taken away.
You stay on Logan’s arm as you both say your hellos and how are you’s. You can’t deny that it feels good to have him this close to you. And he can’t deny how comforting it is to be under your touch. He hasn't felt this relaxed in years. The more time he spends having you hold onto him like this only hurts him a lot more. Because the moment gets taken away every single time, he hears you say “we’re just friends” in nearly every conversation.
“Oh no! We just came here as friends!”
“You’re too funny! We’re just friends.”
And he swore he heard somebody comment about how he’s like a fucking brother to you??
Now that one really started to boil his blood.
Yes, you are friends. Best friends if anything but it will never hurt less to hear you say those three words. Those words are like that one annoying tune that is stuck on replay all night. Every person or group of people you both have gone up to have made comments or asked questions if you guys came to the party together. And just like the first time you were asked up till the last time, you were way too quick to shoot them down with “we're just friends”.
After all the last couple of years since he’s been around you hopelessly thinking you’d catch onto his longing stares, lingering touches, and being by your side during missions, he thought eventually you’ll get the hint. Tonight is showing him that you won’t ever reciprocate his feelings back. He’s been shot, stabbed and you can name the rest, but this emotional pain is burning at him from the inside and out. He’s starting not to be able to take your stinging words any longer.
Finally, all the rounds were made when you both made your way to Jean and Storm sitting at one of the tables. “I didn’t think you were actually able to get him out of that chair, Y/n,” Jean laughs.
“You made him into a social butterfly,” Storm snickers as Logan pulls out one of the chairs for you.
You giggle at their comments while Logan scoffed out a “whatever” and looked away from you three as he took a seat. He can feel his hurt turning to anger right now and he’s trying really hard not to show it. He gently removes your arm from his as he waves a server down for a drink. Sensing something is off you’re about to ask him if he’s okay, but Storm beats you from talking.
“You guys looked good out there though. Like a cute married couple,” she smiles as Jean nodded in agreement.
If only they and Logan knew how much you don’t oppose the idea of being married to him, but you could only laugh it off. That’s what you’ve been doing nearly all night as you and Logan made the rounds. You don’t think you’ve ever sounded like a broken record player having to repeat that you guys are purely platonic. You were just hoping that Logan wouldn’t start causing a scene when you heard him nearly growl every time you started talking. He seemed so tense too, more than usual but you thought it was because you were dragging him around to talk to people he wasn’t interested in.
Which is why you would turn down the comments about you and Logan dating because you didn’t think that he’d enjoy that type of conversation about you but boy, were you so wrong.
“Please, don’t make me repeat it again,” you playfully groan out with a laugh, “I don’t know how much I can take having to explain that I won’t ever see Logan that way-”
SLAM!!
You and the girls jump from the startling sound of Logan slamming his drink on the table then watch him storming off his chair and into the mansion. Stunned by his actions you look down at the glass and see that it had cracked from the force then look back at him walking away. You go after Logan without thinking, “I’ll go check on him,” you say as you speed off your chair in worried haste.
Where did that come from? And why is he walking away so fast? He’s already made it inside the house in less than thirty seconds. Your feet hurt enough already from the heels, but you caught up to him as he was about to make his way upstairs.
“Logan!” you call as you pick up your pace a little more, but he ignores you, “Ugh! Logan!”
“What?” he snapped at you with a venomous tone.
You nearly cower at his nasty attitude towards you. He’s never talked to you like that before and you begin to feel uneasy about being the target of his rage. "What’s wrong? Why did you leave like that?” you ask as you follow him up the stairs. You're only two steps behind him.
“Because.” he continues walking with bigger strides.
“Because??” you repeat. You’re starting to get irritated with his attitude, “Because, what? Logan would you please slow dow-”
“Because I can’t fucking stand that your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends!!” he yells as he turns around to give you his full rage.
You stood there frozen and stunned by his words and also at the fact that he yelled at you louder this time too. You feel yourself start to shrink from his voice. You couldn’t think to get a word in before he interrupted you once more.
“How much longer should I have to deal with the fact that you only see me as your friend and nothing more, Y/n! You’re walkin’ around telling people down there that I’m only your friend and you were just telling Storm and Jean that you won’t ever see me more than that!” he shouts at you with a face full of hurt and anger, “Why haven’t you realized that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you. Y/n!”
Your heart stopped for a second hearing him say that. There are too many whirlwinds of emotions going on right now. It’s hard for you to fully grasp the fact that he just confessed to you. Logan Howlett confessed to you. Looking at him you realize that maybe he’s also realizing that he confessed too with how his eyes widened.
You both stand there on the staircase in ear piercing silence as Logan pants from his rage. He rips his eyes off of you as he runs a hand down his face in stress. He looks so hurt right now. Your eyes are beginning to tear up from being the reason why he’s so hurt. But he needs to know that you feel the same way.
After a minute of silence and trying to find your words, you softly but hesitantly speak up. “Logan…,” you shakingly call his name as you step forward. You’re about to reach for his hand but he steps back away from you.
“No,” he interrupted you while shaking his head. He doesn’t want to hear your rejection right now. He’s so angry at himself for letting his feelings for you drag on for this long. And he confessed to you in a way he never imagined he would. “Just forget I said anything. I’m done.”
Done…?
With that he storms off again much faster than before up to his room. Leaving you behind to swallow his words more. He loves you. How could that be? You swore he felt the complete opposite after all this time. He said he was done too. Done with you?
While his words were finally settling in, you didn’t realize the tears had fallen down your cheeks. He loves you and then tells you he’s done. After all this time you thought he couldn’t see you that way, especially when he first arrived, he had a thing for Jean. But now, after his days of visiting you in the greenhouse, waiting for you in the hallway to get coffee in the mornings, and so much more… You’ve blind to his advancements. Even the way he talks to you is different from how he usually is and you didn’t realize that till he started yelling at you five minutes ago.
You let out a shaky sigh to stop the sobs from slipping.
God, you feel so stupid.
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It’s been a couple weeks since the party and the last time you saw, let alone talked to Logan.
You’ve never felt so lonely in the greenhouse by yourself and not having him there listening to you rant about whatever plant or lecture you need to get off your chest. You miss feeling his presence around you - the smell of his cigar, his teasing, his oddly comforting words that he held only for you… You miss him so much, but he wants nothing to do with you anymore.
The morning after the party you waited for him in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, but he never came. You tried knocking on his door a couple times after that when you wouldn’t see him but no answer. You knew he was in there counting from the energy you feel from the plant you jokingly gave him as a present, but you didn’t want to push him more. You also never failed to notice the way he would avoid you around the mansion. While the home was huge, you still saw him from a far and he’d walk away after your first glance in his direction.
So, you gave him what he wanted. Space.
And here you are sitting on one of the lounge chairs in the greenhouse at two in the morning. You couldn’t sleep or you haven’t been able to sleep without hearing Logan’s loud voice repeating his words in your head. The only thing that’s soothing you is the soft sound of the fountain that you’re sitting in front of. You stare at the lily pads floating in the water as you keep blinking back to that night Logan confessed. Would you call it a confession if he did it angrily? If he only would’ve stayed for thirty seconds longer, he would know that you love him too.
Logan was sitting in the kitchen nursing on a bottle of soda since the damn house doesn’t have any beer or form of alcohol. God, he could use several of them right now to get what happened out of his head. He let his hurt turn into anger when he yelled out his love for you. He’s never felt so embarrassed doing that especially after seeing the look of shock and hurt on your face too.
He just couldn’t stop the wave of emotions leaving his mouth in the form of words. He needed to get it off his chest after the number of times he was friend-zoned by you in one night. After he ditched you on the stairs to go into his room, he’ll admit that he felt a little lighter knowing that he finally told you how he feels but the weight came back when he started avoiding you.
With how hard you were trying to get him to talk to you it just made him feel worse. Yes, he’s choosing to avoid you, but it doesn’t hurt him any less. He’d do anything to talk to you again, but he thinks nothing will be the same anymore, hence the reason for avoiding you. Again, he’s also embarrassed for throwing a tantrum on the stairs as he angrily declared his love for you.
He still can’t believe he did that…
Logan frustratingly sighs as he chugs the rest of his drink as he gets up from his sitting. Maybe a walk will help. He needs to shake his feelings off and deal with the fact that he can’t come back from his confession.
He zips his jacket up from the chill of the night as he steps out into the backyard and begins his walk.
Nothing is heard other than silence as he furthers into the yard. He begins to get lost in thought as you come back into his mind. The way you looked scared from his rising voice to the sudden look of surprise when he said he loved you. Fuck, he still loves you despite the fact he hasn’t seen much of you the last two weeks. He misses you a lot.
“Damnit,” he mutters under his breath as he irritatedly kicks a pinecone out of his way.
Logan continues to walk with no destination until he suddenly stops in his tracks to see the lights on in the greenhouse. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he knows how late it is and he knows you’re in there by yourself. But why are you in there and how long have you been in there? He ponders for a bit as he stares at the warm lights illuminating the glass walls.
He stands there for a minute or two longer then makes his way to the double doors of the greenhouse. Usually when he or anyone walks up, you’d feel their presence and have the plants open the doors, but nothing happens. He looks around at the plants that surround the door to see if any of them move. But nothing, they’re still. He doesn’t sense any danger, but something is definitely off.
He opens the doors without thinking and walks inside to find you.
It’s eerily quiet inside as he walks around. He sniffs the air to smell for you and walks over to one of the fountains to where it leads to you. Your head is peeking out from the other side of the lounge chair, but you still haven't moved. He carefully walks around to find you curled up against the armrest sleeping. You look cozy and at peace if he wouldn’t have noticed the dry tear marks along your cheeks.
His face turns into a look of regret instantly. Avoiding you was just him hurting both of your feelings with no end goal behind it. He was beginning to feel stupid and childish about this whole ordeal. How he feels about you shouldn’t be the end of the bond that you guys already had with each other.
Besides tear marks, Logan also noticed the bags under your eyes as he kneeled down to be face to face with you. He sighs softly and brings the back of his hand to gently wipe the tear marks off your face. Your cheeks feel cold to the touch. You should be asleep in the comfort of your bed right now where it's warmer. So, Logan sucks up his feelings to wake you up.
The hand that was on your cheek moves down to your arm and starts to soothingly rub your arm up and down. “Y/n,” he whispers, “Wake up.”
You barely stir and it makes him want to laugh because you're such a heavy sleeper. So, he moves you a bit more and your eyebrows begin to furrow in irritation. For once you were sleeping somewhat well and you’re being woken up. You hear Logan’s voice, but you think it's just a dream until you hear him clearer the more you wake up.
“Logan?’ you murmured as your eyes began to open.
“Yeah, darlin’, it’s me,” he whispers back to you, “Let's get you back to bed.”
You lock eyes with his soft gaze, and you’ve never felt more relieved to see and feel him this close to him. You sit up instantly, “Hi…” you say to him.
He smiles softly a stary strand of hair away from your face, “Hey… You shouldn’t be sleeping here alone, you know.”
You nodded as you rub the sleepiness away from your eyes as you look away from him. “I haven’t been able to sleep,” you said. Logan hums in response and silence settles for a moment between you two. You bite your bottom lip nervously as you start to think of what to say but you cower from the thought thinking that he won’t listen to you like before. You move your eyes to look at him, but you realize that he was still looking at you.
Logan couldn’t take his eyes off of you since he found you asleep. It feels like he hasn’t seen you for months to almost a lifetime. If you only knew how much you have molded yourself into his mind since day one. He sees how nervous you are right now from the way you’re looking back at him. He’s about to apologize for his outburst but you beat him to it.
“I love you, Logan.”
Wait what?
A look of shock was thrown onto his face, but you interrupted him again. “I-If you would have stayed longer, I would’ve had the chance to say it back to you,” you stammer softly, “And I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings during the party. I swear, I-I thought that I was saving you from the conversations that I had dragged you to. I’m so sorry.”
You feel the tears fall again with how fast your eyes are building them up. You missed him too much and he needs to know this time that you've always felt the same way. You’re about to continue apologizing but Logan cups one of your cheeks with his warm hand. You feel his thumb wipe a tear and it makes you hold his hand with yours while you nuzzle your cheek further into his touch.
"I missed you, Logan...," you shakingly sigh out.
"I missed you too, darlin'"
Relieved tears fell while Logan came closer to rest his forehead against yours. You feel so comforted to have him this close again. You run your hand up his chest to lure him closer.
“I’m sorry too,” he sighs under your touch, “I was mad at myself and took it out on you. I didn’t mean to scare you either. I…I love you so much.”
You feel his lips brush so lightly against yours, it makes you pull away slightly to look back at him again. You don't think words can describe how much you need him impossibly close to you right now, it's making you needy for him. Your eyes move down to his lips then back up to his hazel ones.
“Kiss me, Lo-”
You didn’t have to finish the damn sentence because his lips met yours in an instant. Like hell he was going to walk away again now. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest as he pulls you closer to him with both of his arms around you to make you wrap your legs around his waist. Logan nearly groans, feeling you pressed against his body. The smell of the soft eucalyptus scent of your conditioner was making him dizzy but only made him crave for you more.
You feel him pull you toward him more before getting up from his kneeled position near fluently with you in his arms. You gasped out a laugh at his brute strength and he smirked smugly.
“Show off…,” you say blissfully.
Logan chuckles as goes back in for another kiss, “You’ll learn to love it, sweetheart.”
You smile as you shyly bite your lips hearing him call you that. You couldn’t help yourself and went in for another kiss. Your bodies heatedly pressed together as you cupped both sides of his cheeks making him part his lips just enough for you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. Logan didn’t stop himself from sinking into your embrace despite holding you in his arms.
You both lose your thoughts, getting lost into the comfort of the kiss. It felt so natural to have each other this close and it makes you wonder why it took so long for you both to get to this moment. And neither of you were planning on stopping it. You want more of him and he wants more of you. The ache you feel in your core is calling for more of his touch.
You force yourself to pull away and you feel him chase after your lips. “Fuck, baby. Why’da stop?’ you can hear how desperate he is for you right now and it and it makes you smile.
“Take me to bed Lo…,” you whisper against his lips, “I need to feel more of you.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice because he instantly tossed you over his shoulder making you squeal out a laugh.
“Let’s go then, pretty girl.”
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𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 + 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬
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Cancer energy embodies nurturing, intuition, and emotional depth, guided by the sensitive influence of the Moon. Unlike signs focused on external achievements, Cancer in each House brings an inner focus, inviting us to connect with our feelings and roots. By examining its role across the Houses, we uncover how this compassionate energy shapes various life areas, encouraging us to protect, care for, and create safe spaces. This journey reveals the unique ways Cancer inspires us to build emotional security, honor our heritage, and foster close bonds, leading us toward a life grounded in empathy, family, and personal connection.
𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Aries rising, Cancer governs the 4th house, the house of home, family, and emotional foundations. With Cancer here, Aries rising individuals feel a strong need to create a secure, nurturing home environment that serves as a refuge from their dynamic, outward-focused life. Their emotional roots are deeply tied to family and tradition, and they may take on a protective role within their household. Cancer’s influence brings sensitivity and intuition to the way they relate to family, often giving them a strong connection to family heritage and a desire to provide emotional support to those closest to them. Aries risings are often emotionally rejuvenated through home life and find balance by tending to their personal space, family bonds, and inner needs.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 4th-house energy of nurturing and emotional sensitivity flows directly into the self. The native is naturally empathetic and instinctively protective, often displaying a caring demeanor. They carry a “home within themselves,” projecting a sense of emotional security and compassion that attracts others.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 4th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native feels emotionally secure through stability in finances and possessions, often creating a comfortable, beautiful home environment. They value a sense of continuity and security in both family and financial matters.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 4th-house energy is expressed through communication, learning, and close relationships. The native is likely to be protective of siblings or close friends, creating a sense of emotional family beyond blood ties. They may also communicate with warmth, sensitivity, and emotional depth.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in its own 4th house intensifies the Cancer energy of nurturing, protection, and emotional connection within the home. The native may feel deeply connected to their family and heritage, and they likely seek a stable, nurturing home environment. They are emotionally rooted in their domestic life and feel fulfilled when caring for loved ones.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 4th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may express their nurturing side through creative pursuits or parenting, finding joy in bringing warmth and support to others. They feel emotionally fulfilled when they can express love in playful, heartfelt ways.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 4th-house energy toward work, health, and daily routines. The native is likely to bring a nurturing touch to their work environment, often finding a sense of family within their workplace. They feel fulfilled by helping others and may approach health and routines with a focus on emotional well-being.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 4th-house energy into partnerships. The native seeks a partner who provides emotional security and mutual support, often playing a caring role within the relationship. They feel fulfilled in partnerships where they can nurture and be nurtured, valuing harmony and emotional connection.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 4th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper emotional bonds. The native feels drawn to deep, transformative relationships and values emotional vulnerability. They may feel a strong connection to family resources or inheritances, and they seek intimacy and emotional security in shared resources.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 4th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may find emotional fulfillment through exploring family traditions or cultural beliefs. They are drawn to spiritual or philosophical topics that connect them to their roots, and they may view travel as a way to deepen their understanding of family and self.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 4th-house Cancer energy into career and public life. The native may find emotional satisfaction in a career that allows them to nurture others, such as teaching, counseling, or caregiving. They may be known for their compassionate nature and often bring a family-like warmth to their public roles.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 4th-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native feels emotionally connected to their friendships and may view certain groups or communities as an extended family. They feel fulfilled by participating in causes that nurture others and may create a home-like atmosphere within social circles.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th, the 4th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may feel a deep inner connection to their family and heritage, often drawn to solitude and reflection. They find peace in quiet contemplation and may explore the emotional or spiritual roots of their family.
𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Taurus rising, Cancer governs the 3rd house, the house of communication, learning, siblings, and the immediate environment. With Cancer here, Taurus rising individuals communicate in a sensitive, caring, and emotionally attuned way. They often approach conversations with empathy, preferring to discuss topics that are close to the heart or that help deepen bonds with others. This placement brings an emotional quality to learning and intellectual pursuits, suggesting that these natives value information that is practical, meaningful, or family-oriented. They may have a protective or nurturing relationship with siblings or close friends, often playing the role of caretaker or confidant within these connections. Cancer in the 3rd house also suggests that Taurus rising finds comfort in familiar environments, cherishing traditions and routines within their local area or community.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 3rd-house energy of nurturing and emotional sensitivity flows directly into the self. The native is emotionally expressive and naturally protective, especially in their communications. They come across as warm, caring, and approachable, often prioritizing emotional connection in their interactions.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 3rd-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native feels emotionally secure when they can express themselves through possessions or material stability. They value conversations about family traditions, home life, and security, often incorporating these themes into how they communicate with others.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in its own 3rd house, the Cancer energy of empathy, intuition, and protectiveness is strongly expressed in communication and relationships with siblings or close friends. The native is deeply sensitive in how they express themselves, often using words to nurture and support others. They are emotionally attuned to their immediate environment and prefer conversations that resonate with their heart.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house intensifies the Cancerian qualities of emotional sensitivity and attachment to family. The native may communicate frequently about family matters or may find that family members are a core part of their day-to-day environment. They find great comfort in family traditions and often communicate with deep emotional roots.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 3rd-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native enjoys communicating in playful, warm ways, often expressing themselves creatively. They may have a nurturing approach to teaching or guiding others, especially in creative pursuits, and they value heartfelt, expressive communication.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 3rd-house Cancer energy into work, health, and daily routines. The native is likely to communicate with a nurturing touch in their workplace or through their daily routines. They may also enjoy discussing wellness and self-care topics, often lending a supportive ear to colleagues and friends.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 3rd-house energy into partnerships. The native values emotional compatibility in relationships and enjoys heartfelt, open communication with partners. They are supportive and caring in their interactions, often sharing deeply personal or family-related thoughts with those closest to them.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 3rd-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper understanding. The native has an interest in discussing profound or emotionally charged topics with close connections. They may share a deep, almost protective bond with siblings or friends, and they approach communication with a desire to explore emotional depth and transformation.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 3rd-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may communicate about topics related to spirituality, family beliefs, or culture. They have an emotional connection to their beliefs and enjoy discussing family traditions, cultural heritage, or philosophical ideas that resonate with their heart.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 3rd-house Cancer energy into career and public life. The native may work in fields that involve communication, counseling, or care, and they are known for their compassionate and supportive communication style. They are recognized for their ability to express empathy in their public roles.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 3rd-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native values friendships that feel like family, and they may approach groups or social causes with a protective, caring attitude. They enjoy communicating within their social circle and often play a nurturing role among friends.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th, the 3rd-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, contemplative quality. The native may be drawn to quiet, private conversations or may enjoy reflective, spiritual communication. They may find emotional comfort in solitude, using writing, journaling, or private conversations to explore their inner world.
𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Gemini rising, Cancer governs the 2nd house, the house of income, values, and material resources. With Cancer here, Gemini rising individuals have an emotional approach to finances, often viewing security as a means of caring for themselves and those they love. They seek comfort and emotional fulfillment through their possessions and tend to value items that carry sentimental significance or family connections. They may also feel the need to nurture their finances, saving and spending in ways that ensure their emotional and material stability. Security is deeply tied to their sense of self-worth, and they often prefer to invest in things that make them feel “at home” or that bring a sense of comfort and continuity. Cancer’s influence in this house also suggests that Gemini risings may go through fluctuating periods in their finances, as Cancer is ruled by the Moon, which waxes and wanes, reflecting changes in their emotional states.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 2nd-house energy of emotional security and nurturing flows directly into the self. The native may project an aura of warmth and sensitivity, feeling a strong need for both emotional and material stability. Their sense of self-worth is closely linked to their ability to provide comfort and care, both to themselves and to others.
Moon in the 2nd House: With the Moon in its own 2nd house, the Cancerian qualities of nurturing and protection are strongly expressed in financial matters. The native’s emotional security is closely tied to their financial stability, and they likely feel best when their material needs are met. They may prioritize savings, investments, or possessions that bring comfort and emotional satisfaction.
Moon in the 3rd House: The Moon in the 3rd house directs the 2nd-house Cancer energy into communication, learning, and close relationships. The native may feel emotionally secure when sharing ideas and values with siblings, close friends, or neighbors. They may invest in books, learning materials, or experiences that foster emotional and intellectual connection.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house intensifies the Cancerian qualities of home and family in the 2nd house of finances and values. The native likely finds great comfort in family heirlooms, property, or household investments, viewing home and family as core to their material and emotional security. They may invest heavily in their home environment to ensure it feels nurturing.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 2nd-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may feel a strong emotional connection to hobbies, artistic pursuits, or children, often spending on activities that bring joy and allow for self-expression. Their values may reflect a desire for heartfelt experiences and creative fulfillment.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 2nd-house energy toward work, health, and daily routines. The native may find comfort in work environments that feel supportive and nurturing, possibly spending on wellness routines or services that promote health. Their income may fluctuate, especially if they work in caring or service-oriented professions.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 2nd-house energy into partnerships. The native may find emotional security through close relationships and may value financial stability within partnerships. They may view their partner as a source of comfort and may invest in shared resources or experiences that nurture their bond.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 2nd-house Cancer energy into shared resources, transformation, and deeper emotional connections. The native may feel emotionally secure through joint finances or inheritances, and they may have a strong intuitive approach to investments. They may value emotional depth in relationships and are often careful in handling shared resources.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 2nd-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may feel secure by investing in travel, education, or cultural experiences that broaden their understanding. They value knowledge and experiences that emotionally enrich them and often seek security through exploring diverse perspectives.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 2nd-house energy into career and public life. The native finds emotional security through professional achievement and may be drawn to careers that allow them to care for others or provide comfort. Their reputation may be tied to their ability to nurture and support, and they value financial stability through a respected career.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 2nd-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native feels emotionally secure when connected to like-minded friends or groups, often valuing friendships that feel like family. They may invest in social causes or group projects that align with their values and provide emotional fulfillment.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th, the 2nd-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, reflective quality. The native may find comfort in solitude or spiritual practices and may value things that connect them to their inner world. They may spend on items or experiences that help them retreat from the outer world and foster emotional well-being.
𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Cancer rising, Cancer governs the 1st house, the house of self, appearance, and outward personality. With Cancer here, Cancer rising individuals are naturally caring, empathetic, and often sensitive to the emotions of others. They tend to be intuitive, possessing an innate understanding of their own and others’ emotional needs. Cancer rising natives often have a protective, almost parental quality, making others feel safe and understood in their presence. They approach life with a deep-seated desire to nurture and connect, placing high value on family, emotional bonds, and security. With Cancer’s influence over the 1st house, Cancer risings may wear their heart on their sleeve, and their moods can fluctuate like the phases of the Moon, reflecting their depth of feeling and sensitivity to their environment.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in its own 1st house, Cancer rising’s nurturing and sensitive qualities are especially prominent. The native is highly attuned to their surroundings, often empathetic and emotionally expressive. They have a warm, protective nature, and people are drawn to their comforting presence. Their identity and moods are deeply connected to their emotions, making them caring yet changeable.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs Cancer’s nurturing energy into values, resources, and material security. The native finds emotional fulfillment through financial stability and may have a protective approach to their resources. They value comfort, security, and may place importance on possessions that carry emotional significance.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, Cancer rising’s nurturing energy is expressed in communication and relationships with siblings or close friends. The native is empathetic in conversations and protective of loved ones. They enjoy connecting with others through heartfelt communication and may feel emotionally grounded in familiar environments or local community.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens Cancer rising’s deep connection to family and home. The native feels emotionally fulfilled when surrounded by loved ones and enjoys creating a comforting, secure home environment. They are strongly rooted in family traditions and values, often taking on a caregiving role within the family.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels Cancer rising’s nurturing energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may be emotionally invested in their creative projects or children, finding joy in nurturing and guiding others. They bring warmth and sensitivity to romantic relationships and enjoy heartfelt, expressive interactions.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs Cancer rising’s energy toward work, health, and daily routines. The native may seek emotional fulfillment through caregiving roles, often drawn to service-oriented professions. They nurture through their work and may prioritize health and well-being for themselves and others in their daily routines.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th house brings Cancer rising’s emotional, caring energy into partnerships. The native seeks a partner who provides emotional security and is often nurturing in relationships. They value deep emotional bonds with their partner, seeing relationships as a space for mutual support and care.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels Cancer rising’s nurturing energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper emotional connections. The native feels emotionally drawn to explore deep, transformative experiences, and they may be protective or supportive when handling shared resources. They are intuitive and emotionally open to exploring hidden aspects of life.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th house brings Cancer rising’s nurturing quality into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native feels emotionally fulfilled by exploring ideas, cultures, or spiritual beliefs that resonate with their soul. They may be protective of their beliefs or seek emotional nourishment through travel and learning experiences.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs Cancer rising’s energy into career and public life. The native finds fulfillment in public roles that allow them to nurture or support others, such as in teaching, counseling, or caregiving professions. They are known for their compassionate nature, often earning a reputation for being protective and empathetic.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings Cancer rising’s nurturing energy into social networks and group causes. The native may be deeply invested in friendships or community projects, often treating friends like family. They feel emotionally connected to groups and causes that resonate with their values and enjoy nurturing bonds within social circles.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, Cancer rising’s nurturing quality takes on a more introspective, reflective nature. The native finds emotional fulfillment in solitude or spiritual pursuits and may be drawn to helping others behind the scenes. They feel at peace in quiet environments and may be highly intuitive, with a deep connection to their inner world.
𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Leo rising, Cancer governs the 12th house, the house of the subconscious, spirituality, secrets, and solitude. With Cancer here, Leo rising individuals may have a deep inner life, often seeking emotional security through spiritual exploration or personal reflection. Their intuitive and sensitive side is often expressed privately, as they are drawn to introspection, meditation, or quiet spaces where they can connect with their inner selves. They may feel a need to nurture themselves emotionally through solitude or spiritual practices. Cancer’s influence suggests that they often process emotions deeply but privately, finding comfort in retreating to emotionally safe spaces where they can recharge. With Cancer ruling this house, Leo risings may have a profound connection to family memories or ancestral roots that influence their inner world.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 12th-house energy of intuition and sensitivity flows directly into the self. The native may project a warm, compassionate demeanor, but they are also introspective, often keeping their emotional depth private. They are naturally empathetic and bring a protective quality to their personality, though much of their emotional processing occurs within.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 12th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native finds comfort and emotional fulfillment in financial security and may feel drawn to possess items that carry emotional or spiritual significance. Their sense of inner peace is often tied to a stable foundation and secure resources.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 12th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may communicate with empathy and intuition but also tends to keep their deepest thoughts private. They are drawn to quiet or meaningful conversations with siblings or close friends, finding solace in these intimate connections.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens the Cancerian qualities of emotional depth and connection to family. The native’s inner world is strongly influenced by family and home, often finding spiritual comfort in their roots. Their family traditions or ancestry may play a significant role in their inner life and subconscious mind.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 12th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may express their emotional depth through creative pursuits, using art or play as a means of processing emotions. They may find peace in creative solitude, creating a sanctuary for self-expression and emotional healing.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 12th-house Cancer energy toward work, health, and daily routines. The native may be drawn to quiet or private work environments, often needing solitude to recharge. They may approach health with a focus on emotional and spiritual well-being, finding comfort in routines that allow for self-care and introspection.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 12th-house energy into partnerships. The native may seek a partner with whom they can share their emotional depths and may be drawn to relationships that feel spiritually supportive. They are likely to be nurturing in their partnerships, often keeping their most vulnerable emotions for their closest relationships.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 12th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper emotional connections. The native may feel a strong draw toward psychological or spiritual exploration, often interested in the hidden aspects of life. They seek deep emotional understanding and find comfort in transformative, intimate experiences.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 12th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native finds peace through spiritual or philosophical pursuits and may be drawn to exploring beliefs or practices that connect them with their inner self. Travel may provide a spiritual or emotional outlet, offering healing or insights into their inner world.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 12th-house energy into career and public life. The native may work in fields related to caregiving, healing, or spirituality, often bringing a sense of empathy and understanding into their public roles. They are seen as emotionally intuitive in their career, often integrating their sensitive nature into their work.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 12th-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native finds emotional connection in friendships that offer depth and may connect to groups focused on healing or spiritual matters. They value friends who respect their need for solitude, often drawn to like-minded people who share their compassionate outlook.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in its own 12th house, the Cancerian qualities of intuition, sensitivity, and emotional depth are fully expressed in solitude and spirituality. The native has a highly introspective nature and finds comfort in quiet or meditative environments. They may possess strong psychic or intuitive abilities, often feeling a deep connection to the unseen world.
𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Virgo rising, Cancer governs the 11th house, the house of friendships, social networks, and collective goals. With Cancer here, Virgo rising individuals seek emotional connection and mutual support within their friendships and social circles. They are often drawn to friends who feel like family, and they may play a protective, nurturing role in group settings. Cancer’s influence suggests that Virgo risings are likely to be deeply loyal to their friends and communities, investing emotionally in shared aspirations and group causes. They may feel most comfortable in social circles that are close-knit or that reflect their personal values, often bonding with like-minded people who are compassionate, sensitive, or interested in creating a sense of belonging. Their dreams and long-term goals may have an emotional or humanitarian dimension, aiming to benefit both themselves and others in meaningful ways.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 11th-house energy of loyalty and care flows directly into the self. The native projects a warm, compassionate presence and tends to nurture and protect their friends. They are likely to be seen as supportive and empathetic, often naturally taking on a caregiving role within their social circles.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 11th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native feels emotionally secure when their values align with their social circles. They may be drawn to friends who share their practical and financial goals, and they often prioritize stability and loyalty within friendships and group causes.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 11th-house energy is expressed in communication and close relationships. The native is nurturing in how they communicate within their social groups, often taking on an emotionally supportive role with siblings, friends, or neighbors. They enjoy sharing ideas and heartfelt discussions with like-minded individuals.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens the Cancerian qualities of family connection within the 11th house of friendships. The native may see friends as family and feel deeply connected to their roots within group settings. They may even involve family in their social networks, feeling most fulfilled in groups that provide a home-like atmosphere.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 11th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native finds joy in participating in group activities that allow for creative or playful expression. They may feel emotionally connected to artistic or recreational communities and are nurturing within romantic or creative social settings.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 11th-house energy toward work, health, and service. The native feels fulfilled by being of service to friends or participating in causes that focus on helping others. They may enjoy group activities that are health-focused or community-oriented, valuing emotional connection through shared goals of service.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 11th-house energy into partnerships. The native may be drawn to friends who share similar relationship values and are emotionally invested in close partnerships. They value friendships that provide emotional support, and may even find partners through their social networks or group activities.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 11th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper bonds. The native may be drawn to group causes or friendships that involve deep emotional sharing or transformative experiences. They value emotional depth in friendships and may connect with friends who help them explore hidden or profound topics.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 11th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native finds emotional fulfillment in friendships that broaden their worldview, often connecting with people from diverse backgrounds. They may be drawn to humanitarian or educational group causes, seeing friendships as a source of inspiration and growth.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 11th-house energy into career and public life. The native may be involved in group causes through their career, often known for their nurturing role within professional networks. They are likely to have a public reputation for caring, supportive engagement in their social or professional communities.
Moon in the 11th House: With the Moon in its own 11th house, the Cancer energy of loyalty, emotional support, and intuition is deeply focused on friendships and social networks. The native feels at home in their social circles and may be seen as the heart of their friend groups. They are naturally drawn to group causes that allow them to nurture others and form close, lasting bonds.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 11th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may feel connected to friends or group causes in subtle, intuitive ways. They might value friendships that provide spiritual support or feel emotionally fulfilled by participating in quiet, behind-the-scenes work that benefits the community.
𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Libra rising, Cancer governs the 10th house, the house of career, public reputation, and life direction. With Cancer ruling this house, Libra rising individuals are often drawn to careers that involve caregiving, supporting, or nurturing others. They have a natural talent for creating emotionally safe spaces and may excel in roles where empathy, compassion, and understanding are key. Their public image is often warm, approachable, and family-oriented, and they may be known for their sensitivity and intuition in professional settings. Cancer’s influence suggests that their career or life purpose is tied to emotional fulfillment, often finding their path through work that resonates deeply with them on a heart level. Libra risings with this placement are likely to seek a balance between personal satisfaction and professional achievement, aiming to create harmony in their work environment.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 10th-house energy of nurturing and emotional sensitivity flows directly into the self. The native’s public image is warm, caring, and approachable. They come across as naturally empathetic and compassionate, often bringing a sense of care and understanding to their professional roles.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 10th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native may find comfort in building financial stability through their career, often prioritizing emotionally fulfilling work. They value a career that aligns with their sense of security and may be drawn to roles that provide emotional and financial rewards.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 10th-house energy is expressed through communication and learning. The native may work in fields that involve teaching, counseling, or community outreach, feeling emotionally fulfilled through connecting with others. They are likely seen as supportive communicators in their public roles.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens the Cancerian qualities of emotional depth and connection to home and family in the professional sphere. The native may work in family-centered careers, real estate, or caregiving roles and is likely to feel a strong connection between their personal and professional lives.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 10th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may feel drawn to careers that allow them to express themselves creatively, such as in the arts or education. They may also be nurturing figures in creative or youth-oriented fields, bringing warmth and joy to their public roles.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 10th-house energy toward work, health, and service. The native finds emotional fulfillment in helping others and may be drawn to healthcare, wellness, or service-oriented professions. They bring compassion and empathy into daily work routines, often valuing a caring approach to teamwork and problem-solving.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 10th-house energy into partnerships. The native may achieve professional success through partnerships or work in fields that involve public relations, consulting, or counseling. They are emotionally invested in forming harmonious relationships in their career and often excel in cooperative roles.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 10th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper emotional connections. The native may be drawn to careers in psychology, finance, or research, seeking to uncover hidden truths or offer support in times of change. They bring emotional depth to their professional roles, often involved in transformative or healing work.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 10th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may work in fields related to education, spiritual practices, or cultural exploration, often finding fulfillment through expanding their worldview. They bring empathy and care into their approach to global or philosophical topics, sharing their insights generously.
Moon in the 10th House: With the Moon in its own 10th house, the Cancer energy of nurturing and emotional sensitivity is deeply integrated into the career. The native is likely recognized for their compassionate approach to public roles and may feel called to a career in caregiving, education, or counseling. They bring a heartfelt, empathetic presence to their professional life and are often known for their supportive reputation.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 10th-house Cancer energy into social networks and group causes. The native may feel fulfilled by working with groups or communities, often taking on nurturing roles within social causes or organizations. They are likely to be seen as the “caretaker” within their social circles, bringing emotional support to group goals.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 10th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may be drawn to behind-the-scenes work, possibly in areas like healing, research, or spiritual guidance. They may feel fulfilled in roles that allow them to help others from a place of quiet compassion, often working to support others in subtle, unseen ways.
𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Scorpio rising, Cancer governs the 9th house, the house of higher knowledge, spiritual beliefs, long journeys, and philosophy. With Cancer ruling this house, Scorpio rising individuals often approach their beliefs and philosophies with emotional depth, intuition, and a desire for personal connection. They may find comfort in exploring spiritual or philosophical traditions that feel nurturing and familiar or that resonate on a deeply emotional level. This placement suggests that they may be drawn to family or cultural beliefs that provide emotional security and a sense of belonging, and they may view learning and travel as means of personal growth and self-discovery. Cancer’s influence in the 9th house makes Scorpio rising individuals sensitive to the philosophies and cultures they encounter, often seeking experiences and knowledge that nourish their souls and bring meaning to their lives.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 9th-house energy of nurturing and emotional depth flows directly into the self. The native has an instinctive connection to their beliefs and often radiates a warm, sensitive personality. They may be naturally inclined toward spiritual exploration, integrating their emotional insights into their worldview and approach to life.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 9th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native may find emotional fulfillment in learning about financial stability or connecting to values rooted in their spiritual or cultural beliefs. They are likely to seek security through understanding and investing in things that hold both material and emotional value.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 9th-house energy is expressed in communication and close relationships. The native may communicate about spiritual beliefs or cultural ideas with siblings, close friends, or neighbors. They enjoy meaningful conversations and may feel a need to share their emotional insights and philosophical ideas with those around them.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens Cancerian qualities, connecting the 9th house of philosophy to home and family. The native may find spiritual nourishment in family traditions and cultural roots, often feeling a deep emotional tie to ancestral or familial beliefs. Home is likely a place of spiritual or philosophical exploration.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 9th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may find joy in exploring creative or romantic pursuits that involve cultural or spiritual themes. They may feel emotionally connected to art, travel, or learning as means of self-discovery and personal expression.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 9th-house energy toward work, health, and service. The native may feel drawn to careers or service roles that align with their spiritual or philosophical beliefs. They may find fulfillment in daily routines or work environments that allow them to nurture others and share their wisdom in practical ways.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 9th-house energy into partnerships. The native may seek a partner who shares or respects their spiritual beliefs and values emotional depth in relationships. They may find fulfillment in exploring philosophical or cultural ideas with a partner, viewing relationships as a journey of mutual discovery and learning.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 9th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper emotional connections. The native is likely drawn to profound spiritual or philosophical beliefs that offer transformative insight. They may explore hidden or mystical aspects of spirituality and find comfort in deep, emotionally charged experiences.
Moon in the 9th House: With the Moon in its own 9th house, the Cancer energy of nurturing, intuition, and emotional insight is fully expressed in spirituality and higher learning. The native may feel naturally drawn to philosophical or spiritual studies, often exploring beliefs that offer emotional comfort and a sense of belonging. They find fulfillment through travel, learning, or connecting with like-minded communities.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 9th-house energy into career and public life. The native may find a career in teaching, counseling, or public service, particularly in areas related to spirituality, philosophy, or cultural understanding. They bring compassion and wisdom to their professional life, often recognized for their nurturing influence in public roles.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 9th-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native feels emotionally connected to friends and social groups that share similar beliefs or cultural backgrounds. They may find fulfillment in joining humanitarian or philosophical groups that align with their values and sense of purpose.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 9th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may find spiritual fulfillment in solitude or through hidden or esoteric knowledge. They may be drawn to quiet, contemplative practices, such as meditation or spiritual retreat, that help them connect with their inner self and higher beliefs.
𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Sagittarius rising, Cancer governs the 8th house, the house of transformation, intimacy, shared resources, and the unseen depths of life. With Cancer ruling this house, Sagittarius rising individuals approach profound emotional connections and transformation with sensitivity, empathy, and intuition. They may have a protective instinct when it comes to intimacy and shared resources, feeling deeply invested in relationships that allow for emotional security and trust. Cancer’s influence suggests they are likely to be private about their deeper feelings, and they tend to value emotional safety in intimate relationships. There may be a strong connection to family history, ancestral influences, or traditions, which can shape their psychological outlook and approach to life’s mysteries. Transformation for Sagittarius rising often involves understanding and healing emotional patterns rooted in the past, and they are likely to use their intuitive gifts to explore life’s unseen layers.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 8th-house energy of emotional depth and intuition flows directly into the self. The native is naturally sensitive and protective, with an emotional approach to life. They are often seen as empathetic and compassionate, with an intuitive understanding of the emotions and needs of others, especially in close relationships.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 8th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native may feel emotionally connected to shared finances or family resources. They value financial security and stability in intimate relationships, often finding comfort in investments or possessions that carry emotional meaning.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 8th-house energy is expressed in communication and close relationships. The native is likely to share personal thoughts and emotions with trusted friends or siblings, using conversations as a way to explore deeper feelings. They may be drawn to discussing psychology, emotional well-being, or family secrets.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens the Cancerian qualities of emotional depth and family connection in the 8th house. The native may feel deeply connected to their roots and family history, with an intuitive sense of ancestral influences. Home and family play a significant role in their psychological makeup, and they may experience transformation through understanding family patterns.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 8th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may express their emotional depth through creative pursuits or find transformative experiences in romance. They may also feel deeply connected to children, viewing parenting or guiding others as an emotional journey.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 8th-house Cancer energy into work, health, and service. The native may approach work with emotional sensitivity, often feeling drawn to professions that allow them to help others heal or transform. They may find fulfillment in service roles that involve caregiving, health, or emotional support.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 8th-house energy into partnerships. The native seeks emotional depth and intimacy in relationships, valuing security and trust in their partner. They may be drawn to partners with whom they can share deep emotional bonds, viewing relationships as spaces for mutual transformation and healing.
Moon in the 8th House: With the Moon in its own 8th house, the Cancer energy of intuition, emotional depth, and transformation is fully expressed in the realm of intimacy and shared resources. The native is likely to be deeply private and emotionally sensitive, with an intuitive understanding of life’s mysteries. They may have strong psychic abilities and are drawn to psychological or spiritual exploration.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 8th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may be drawn to exploring spirituality or cultural beliefs that offer emotional healing or transformation. They may find emotional comfort in philosophical or religious practices that help them understand the depths of life.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 8th-house Cancer energy into career and public life. The native may be drawn to careers that involve healing, psychology, or caring for others in transformative ways. They are often known for their compassionate, emotionally insightful nature in public roles and may have a strong intuition in professional settings.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 8th-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native feels connected to groups or friends who share similar beliefs about transformation or healing. They may be involved in humanitarian work or group projects focused on emotional support, helping others navigate personal change.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 8th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may be drawn to quiet, contemplative practices that help them understand their subconscious. They may explore spirituality or esoteric topics in private, finding comfort in solitude or quiet spaces that allow for deep emotional processing.
𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Capricorn rising, Cancer governs the 7th house, the house of partnerships, marriage, and significant one-on-one connections. With Cancer ruling this house, Capricorn rising individuals are drawn to emotionally fulfilling, supportive, and loyal relationships. They value partners who provide emotional security and a sense of comfort, often seeking connections that feel like family. This placement suggests that they are likely to adopt a protective, nurturing approach within their partnerships, caring deeply about the emotional well-being of those closest to them. Despite their reserved and practical public image, Capricorn risings desire intimacy and mutual care in their relationships, often forming deep emotional bonds that stand the test of time. Cancer’s influence in this house brings sensitivity and intuition into their partnerships, encouraging Capricorn rising individuals to create relationships based on empathy, loyalty, and shared values.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 7th-house energy of emotional depth and nurturing flows directly into the self. The native has a warm, approachable presence that reflects their desire for deep, meaningful partnerships. They may attract relationships through their natural empathy and sensitivity, often seen as supportive and caring by others.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 7th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native values stability and security within relationships, often approaching partnerships with practicality and emotional care. They may prioritize a solid financial foundation in relationships and seek partners who share similar values.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 7th-house energy is expressed through communication and close connections. The native values emotional openness in communication with their partner and may feel deeply connected through heartfelt conversations. They enjoy sharing ideas and feelings, often finding fulfillment in intellectual and emotional exchanges.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens Cancer’s influence on the 7th house, creating a strong desire for emotional security and comfort within relationships. The native feels most at ease in relationships that resemble family bonds, often seeking to create a warm, nurturing home life with their partner. They view partnerships as an extension of their emotional foundation.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 7th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native seeks a partner who shares their love for creativity, fun, and romance. They feel emotionally fulfilled in relationships that allow for joyful, heartfelt expression, often bringing warmth and playfulness into their connections.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 7th-house Cancer energy toward work, health, and daily routines. The native may connect with a partner through work or service-oriented activities, valuing emotional support in daily life. They seek a partner who helps maintain harmony in daily routines and who values mutual care and support in practical matters.
Moon in the 7th House: With the Moon in its own 7th house, the Cancer energy of empathy, nurturing, and loyalty is deeply focused on partnerships. The native may feel most complete in emotionally fulfilling relationships, often seeking a partner who feels like a “home” for them. They prioritize emotional connection, care, and mutual understanding in their closest relationships.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 7th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deep emotional bonds. The native may be drawn to intense, transformative relationships that require emotional vulnerability. They value emotional intimacy and may connect deeply with a partner on psychological or spiritual levels, desiring a union that fosters growth and healing.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 7th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may seek a partner with whom they can explore different cultures, philosophies, or spiritual practices. They value emotional growth within relationships and are likely to feel connected to partners who encourage them to broaden their worldview.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 7th-house Cancer energy into career and public life. The native may find professional success in roles that involve partnerships, collaboration, or counseling. They seek a partner who supports their career ambitions, and they may view relationships as a source of stability that strengthens their public image.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 7th-house Cancer energy into social networks and group causes. The native may form close bonds within friendships or communities, valuing a partner who shares similar humanitarian or social goals. They seek emotional support within group activities and may feel emotionally fulfilled by friendships that resemble family ties.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 7th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, private quality. The native may feel drawn to relationships that offer spiritual or emotional depth, often connecting with partners on a soul level. They may value quiet intimacy and seek a partner who provides both emotional support and spiritual connection.
𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Aquarius rising, Cancer governs the 6th house, the house of work, health, service, and daily routines. With Cancer ruling this house, Aquarius rising individuals are likely to approach work and daily responsibilities with empathy, care, and a sense of protectiveness. They may feel deeply invested in their work environment, treating colleagues and tasks with a sense of emotional responsibility. This placement suggests that they feel best when they work in supportive, emotionally harmonious environments, and they may be drawn to caregiving or service-oriented professions. When it comes to health, they are often sensitive to their surroundings and may feel that their well-being is closely connected to their emotional state. Cancer’s influence in the 6th house encourages Aquarius risings to adopt daily routines that provide comfort and emotional stability, incorporating nurturing activities that help them recharge.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 6th-house energy of empathy and nurturing flows directly into the self. The native likely appears caring and emotionally attuned, even in public settings. They bring a gentle, sensitive presence to their work and daily life, and others see them as approachable and compassionate.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 6th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native finds emotional fulfillment in building financial stability and may prioritize practical security in their work. They are drawn to routines that offer emotional and financial comfort and may invest in self-care routines that bring emotional satisfaction.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 6th-house energy is expressed in communication and close relationships. The native may be caring and attentive in their daily conversations and work communications. They often support colleagues or neighbors emotionally, valuing work that allows them to communicate with empathy.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens Cancerian qualities in the 6th house, creating a strong connection between work and emotional security. The native may feel best working in home-like or family-oriented environments, where they can nurture others. They find fulfillment in routines that make them feel at home, often creating comforting spaces at work or home.
Moon in the 5th House: The Moon in the 5th house channels the 6th-house Cancer energy into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may enjoy work that allows for creative expression or working with children. They bring a nurturing, playful energy to their daily routine and may enjoy health practices that are both fun and fulfilling.
Moon in the 6th House: With the Moon in its own 6th house, the Cancer energy of care, nurturing, and emotional sensitivity is deeply focused on work, health, and service. The native is highly attuned to the emotional climate of their workplace and daily life. They are drawn to caregiving roles and find fulfillment in routines that offer emotional balance and a sense of purpose.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 6th-house energy into partnerships. The native may find that they work well with a partner and enjoy daily routines that include a close companion. They seek mutual support in work relationships and are emotionally invested in harmonious, nurturing partnerships.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 6th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and emotional depth. The native may be drawn to work that involves psychology, healing, or shared resources. They seek emotionally meaningful roles and may be sensitive to changes in their work environment, needing time for reflection and renewal.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 6th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may be drawn to work that involves education, travel, or cultural exploration. They are likely to seek emotional growth through their daily work and routines, and they may find peace in spiritual or philosophical practices.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 6th-house Cancer energy into career and public life. The native may be known for their caring, supportive approach in the workplace and often works in fields that involve helping or nurturing others. They feel emotionally fulfilled by professional roles that allow them to make a positive difference in others’ lives.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 6th-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native may find fulfillment in working within groups or humanitarian organizations. They are emotionally connected to the goals of their team or community, often bringing nurturing and emotional insight into group projects.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 6th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may be drawn to behind-the-scenes work, often in fields that involve healing, retreat, or contemplation. They feel emotionally fulfilled by routines that offer solitude and spiritual growth, often approaching work as a form of quiet service.
𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
For Pisces rising, Cancer governs the 5th house, the house of creativity, romance, self-expression, and children. With Cancer ruling this house, Pisces rising individuals approach love, creativity, and self-expression with deep emotional sensitivity, empathy, and a nurturing touch. They are likely to invest their heart fully into creative projects, relationships, and any activity that brings them joy. Cancer’s influence suggests that they may have a strong protective instinct in matters of romance and may treat loved ones like family, often putting others' emotional needs before their own. They find emotional fulfillment in creative pursuits, and they may express themselves in artistic ways that connect deeply with their feelings. With Cancer ruling the 5th house, Pisces rising individuals are likely to feel especially connected to children, either their own or in roles that allow them to nurture and guide younger generations.
Moon through the Houses:
Moon in the 1st House: With the Moon in the 1st house, the Cancer 5th-house energy of emotional sensitivity and nurturing flows directly into the self. The native likely projects a warm, empathetic presence and may be drawn to creative self-expression. They are naturally expressive and often seen as gentle and caring, which attracts others to their open-hearted personality.
Moon in the 2nd House: The Moon in the 2nd house directs the 5th-house Cancer energy into values, resources, and material security. The native finds emotional fulfillment in possessions or financial stability that allows them to express themselves creatively. They may invest in artistic or emotionally meaningful items and value relationships and hobbies that bring comfort and joy.
Moon in the 3rd House: With the Moon in the 3rd house, the Cancer 5th-house energy is expressed in communication and close relationships. The native finds joy in sharing creative ideas with siblings, close friends, or neighbors, often nurturing these relationships. They may feel emotionally fulfilled through writing, storytelling, or other forms of expressive communication.
Moon in the 4th House: The Moon in the 4th house strengthens Cancerian qualities in the 5th house, creating a deep connection between home, family, and self-expression. The native may feel most at ease when they can express themselves creatively at home, often integrating family values into their personal joys. They may create a nurturing, loving atmosphere in family life.
Moon in the 5th House: With the Moon in its own 5th house, the Cancer energy of empathy, sensitivity, and nurturing is strongly focused on creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native has a natural flair for artistic or creative pursuits, finding emotional fulfillment in expressing themselves. They are likely to be deeply involved with their children or romantic interests, bringing a caring, protective nature to these relationships.
Moon in the 6th House: The Moon in the 6th house directs the 5th-house Cancer energy toward work, health, and service. The native may bring a creative, nurturing approach to their daily routines and work life. They may be drawn to health or service roles that involve helping others, and they likely find fulfillment in hobbies that balance both work and creativity.
Moon in the 7th House: The Moon in the 7th brings the Cancer 5th-house energy into partnerships. The native seeks emotional connection in relationships and may be drawn to romantic partners who feel like family. They enjoy sharing creative activities with a partner, and emotional openness in relationships is essential for their sense of fulfillment and joy.
Moon in the 8th House: The Moon in the 8th house channels the 5th-house Cancer energy into transformation, shared resources, and deeper emotional bonds. The native finds joy in exploring deep emotional connections and may be drawn to creative or romantic activities that involve psychological depth. They have a powerful emotional presence and are likely to connect intensely with others in personal expression.
Moon in the 9th House: The Moon in the 9th channels the 5th-house Cancer energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may find creative inspiration through travel, culture, or spiritual exploration. They value experiences that broaden their worldview, often feeling emotionally fulfilled through learning, philosophy, or teaching what they love.
Moon in the 10th House: The Moon in the 10th house directs the 5th-house energy into career and public life. The native may bring creativity and emotional sensitivity into their professional life, often known for a compassionate approach. They may seek a career in the arts, education, or child-focused fields, where they can express their nurturing side in a public way.
Moon in the 11th House: The Moon in the 11th brings the 5th-house energy into social networks and group causes. The native feels connected to friends and groups that allow them to express their creativity or share in nurturing roles. They may find fulfillment in causes that benefit children or the arts and enjoy collaborating with like-minded individuals.
Moon in the 12th House: With the Moon in the 12th house, the 5th-house Cancer energy takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may feel drawn to private creative pursuits, such as journaling, meditation, or art, that allow them to explore their inner world. They may find joy in solitude or spiritual practices, using creativity as a means of personal reflection and healing.
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Little Life
Ghosting Series pt. 3
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader
Cw: pregnancy stuff, reader is female, cursing (let me know I I missed anything)
A/N: sorry if this is very short the chapters may be pretty short just so my motivation to keep writing can stay.
Part 2 here
“Alright hon, if you can lay on the bed and lift you shirt over you belly please.” Dr. Raven says, the woman pointing to the dull looking patient bed with thin paper lining fitted over the top.
You follow her words and sit down on the bed, the cushion was surprisingly comfortable to sit on. You bring your shirt up over your stomach stopping at your rib cage and lay back waiting for Raven to prepare for the scanning. You watch as she brings out a plastic bottle you assumed was the gel, as she opened the plastic cap as she looks at you. “Okay, I’m going to put this on your abdomen. Be prepared, this will be cold.” She says as she squeezes the bottle over your stomach, the bright translucent blue gel slithers out the opening and trails down towards your stomach.
The moment it makes contact with your skin, your stomach retracted back at the cold viscous material. You shudder a breath and laugh a bit. “You weren’t lying.” You joked as Raven smiled and chucked at your response.
“Always takes them by surprise.” She says before she finishes squeezing the bottle, pulling it away and closing the cap back on. Placing it down on the table beside her she grabs the transducer clicking a few buttons and the screen turns on. She places the nub against your abdomen and spread the gel around your stomach and looks at the screen seeing the scan coming through as she adjusts it to hover where your uterus is.
You watch the screen feeling a bit anxious as you watch trying to figure out exactly what you were seeing, after a couple seconds you soon immediately spot a little white blob. A baby.
“There it is. Your baby.” She tells you as you stare at the screen in awe. That’s really inside you. Your baby slowly growing by the second, yours and Simon’s baby.
“So tiny.” You say as Dr. Raven nods to your words.
“You’re only eight weeks currently, it looks like you and the baby are doing just fine so far, baby is healthy and growing, overall you’re both doing great. I’ll provide you with some prenatal vitamins for you to take. I did notice in your readings, your blood pressure is a bit high than we’d like it to be so I need you to make sure you’re not overworking yourself, do more things to keep you calm and not focus and do things that cause you such distress if that’s possible. Other than that, you’re all set and good to go. Do you have any questions for me?” Dr. Raven says as she takes a few pictures of the scan to print out for you.
You breathe out in relief, the baby is all good. You figured the high blood pressure was definitely caused by the whole situation with Simon so you don’t know how you can make yourself forget about it, on top of that you’ve also been worried about finding a place to live and trying to figure out your financial situation now with Simon out of the picture. You take a deep breath and nod at Dr. Ravens advice. “I’ll be sure not to.” You tell her with a small smile as she hands you a paper towel to wipe off the gel, which you take.
“Would you be comfortable with telling me about the cause for your mental or physical wellbeing may be? Anything that maybe I could help you with if possible.” She asks you; you can spot the concern in her eyes when she brings it up.
You shake your head and ignore the feeling you felt as she brings it up but regardless you smile and shake your head. “Just trying to deal with not having the father in the picture. He decided he didn't want to be around." You tell her as she nods, understanding your words.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She tells you as you simply shrug your shoulders pulling you shirt back down.
"it's fine, think we'll be better off without him anyways.” You tell her. It's true, to an extent, at least that’s what keep telling yourself. You know you can do this all on your own. It won't be easy, but you hope you can manage. But deep down, you know you'll never be okay not having him by your side. He’ll miss out on so much, like watching your baby grow, learning and growing along with the baby as that baby also learns from you. You both won’t grow old together like you both wanted, with a bunch of animals, but with the baby included, maybe one or two more if things had worked out in the end.
You finish up the remaining paper work you had to sign and received your vitamins. Dr. Raven hands the ultrasound pictures to you in a white envelope and you make your way back to the lobby where Jared waited, still sitting and reading the pamphlets. He looks up as he notices you approaching and smiles as he stands up. “How’d it go?” He asks you.
You hold up the envelope with a smile. “It was great, got to see the baby, doctor said that they’re healthy and everything looks good thankfully. Just have to focus on not stressing myself out so much.” You tell him as you both make your way out of the building and into the parking lot.
“That’s great to hear. I’m sure Stacy already told you but she has a surprise in stock for you but she’s wondering if you have anything nice to wear.” He asks you as you approach the car.
Opening the car door you think for a minute before you nodded. “Yeah, I should.” You tell him. You’re sure you can find something. You took everything with you when you left Simon’s place, all your things are still in boxes save for the necessities that you need, but you’re sure you can find something.
On the drive back you spent the entire car ride back home staring and looking at the ultrasound picture, the little blob that you still couldn’t grasp was your baby, just still needed some more months to grow before you can meet them and that made you anxious. You don’t think you could wait that long.
“What’re you hoping for?” Jared asks you, steering the wheel as he switches to the next lane, glancing at the photos in your hand.
You think about it for a moment, it hasn’t crossed your mind surprisingly. Either one would be great, there was a moment where you dreamt of having a baby girl with Simon. You can’t lie, the sight of Simon being a girl dad made you all giddy and warm. Then thinking about a little boy, one that looked like a copy and paste of Simon would be so cute. You smile as the possibilities ran through your head, of course you’re just being delusional, you wouldn’t be able to see that happen ever. Just a thought in the back of your mind.
“Honestly either would be great. I don’t mind what I have, as long as the baby is healthy that’s enough for me.” You say tucking the photos into your purse, holding it close to you.
Jared smiled and nodded. “Sounds great, you’ll make a great mother. I’m sure of it.” He says to you as you smile, the reassurance from Jared was something you didn’t know you needed but greatly appreciated.
“Thanks.” You say to him, before you know it you’ve finally made it back home.
Once you arrived home you got out the car and walked into the house. Right away Stacy approached you with a smile.
“How’d it go?” She asks you as she gets up from the soft couch and walking over towards you and Jared.
You pull out the envelope and pull out the multiple pictures and hand them out for her. Upon seeing them she awe’s as she examined the little bean like fetus. “Little baby.” She coos before looking at you. “How far along are you?” She asks you.
“Eight weeks. I’ll be able to see the baby’s gender by fourteen weeks.” You tell her as she hands back the photos to you. Placing them in you bag you can see Stacy smile as she walks towards the island counter of in the kitchen. “Oh, what was that surprise you had in store?” You ask her.
She props herself up on the counter with her elbows and looks at the time. “We decided to treat you to dinner tonight. We have a reservation set for six tonight. You feeling up for it?” She asks you.
You take a moment to think and nod your head a bit excited to hear you’ll be eating at a restaurant feeling your hormones go crazed at the thought of food. “Yeah, I’ll get ready now.” You tell her with a wide smile. You haven’t eaten out at a restaurant in a long time. Last time you went was with Simon for the last anniversary together.
Making your way to your ‘room’ you take out a box with your fancier clothes. Opening the box you pull out multiple tops, bottoms, and dresses. Finally choosing one you like you slip the dress on and admire yourself in the mirror. You bump is bulging out a bit, you take the time to admire it.
You took the time to shower, do your make up and get dressed right on time. Stacy looked at your outfit as you did a 360 showing off your outfit. “You’re not even half way into pregnancy and already look like a milf.” Stacy jokes, you laugh as you grab your purse.
“Don’t tell me lies Stace.” You tell her as she shrugs her shoulder.
“I only tell the truth.” She says as you both walk out the door and towards the already running car where Jared sat in waiting for you two.
“Fuckin’ hell.”
A click from the lock sounds from the front door as it swings open. Simon’s bulking frame walks through the door as he scans the house. It’s dark and eerily silent.
When Simon came back, he felt like shit. His heart dreaded coming home to see your answer. He hoped you stayed, at least long enough till he came back, he planned to move out the house and leave it for you if you decided to keep the baby. It would give him a peace of mind to know where you were and know that you and the kid were safe, and you could use the extra room and space for the baby. But, even if you got rid of it, he doesn’t know if your relationship could ever be the same.
However your answer was first made clear when your car not in the drive way. His heart dropped but he took a deep breath, ‘Maybe she’s at the store.’ He thought. He hadn’t texted you either to let him know he was coming home today, he couldn’t bring himself too.
You’re not here. It’s something Simon suspected but he still feels dread overcome him as he steps into the house and notices the little things around the house that belonged to you were gone. Your shoes were gone, your car keys, the blanket you left on the couch is gone. He walks into your shared bedroom, which is now his bedroom, opening the door and he’s stunned with how much of an eye sore it is. His room is so plain now, like how it looked before you moved in with him.
He remembers how much you wanted to decorate the place, especially the bedroom, you hated how lifeless the whole house looked. It didn’t take much to convince him to let you decorate saying , “Go crazy.” And you did. Literally. You decorated adding a touch of you but keeping it to an extent to not overwhelm Simon. You hung up a few decorations and posters in the bed room of bands you and Simon both loved. A few shelves displaying your books and trinkets. Your touch added to his home making it more like home for him. Like you were his home. He liked, loved it if he dare say, he worried you would over do the place but it look perfect. Like you.
But now as he looked around the house, he sees the walls are bare and plain. He feels plain now, empty. Sad. He looks through your closet and drawers only to find them completely bare and empty.
He walks into the living room notices your shoes are gonna as well from the rack, and the little table beside the front door, he noticed the white folded paper on the little ceramic plate that held their keys, walking over he pick up the paper seeing his name written on it in your hand writing, unfolding it reveals page with your writing inked into the material.
‘I know we made a promise but this is something that takes two to do, accidents happen and I know you never wanted children and you knew it was still on the table for me, I’m thankful that you gave me a choice, even if it wasn’t easy. I don’t want to drag you into something you never wanted but it still hurts that I have to chose between you and this baby. I figured it was best for the both of us if I left, you can keep your home and I can keep my baby. I hope you stay safe out there Simon and please take care of yourself. I still and always will love you and I’m sorry.’ Simon checked the back of the paper for anything else but it was empty. You didn’t say where or what you were going to do and it scared Simon. Were you safe, do you have a place to stay, do you have people to help?
He knew you weren’t really in any contact with your family, your only friends were Johnny, Gaz, and Price. His ‘friends’ were yours. For the most part Simon knew you didn’t have anyone to help you or look after you and the baby. “Fuck!”
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can we please get a short birthday blurb of them since we basically got a hard launch with the “precious princess” AND how u wrecked us yesterday…
As always with these little blurbs, I wrote this in ~30 minutes (and somehow finished it 10 minutes before Azzi's birthday ended) and didn't edit but hopefully y'all like it and maybe everyone will finally stop yelling at me...
This is obviously fluff but there's a shit ton of underlying sexual tension + alluding to it and also since it's me obviously a warning for swearing lol.
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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," a soft voice sings in Azzi's ear and she can't help the soft smile it sparks on her face, "happy birthday dear my Azzi," she sleepily giggles at the possessive preposition as she feels herself being nestled into the arms of a warm body, "happy birthday to you."
"Is it midnight already?" she asks groggily, keeping her eyes shut as she breathes in the scent of all things Paige.
Honestly Azzi had tried -as she often did (and failed) the night before her birthday- staying up, had even picked a loud action movie in the hopes that the sound of it would keep her awake. But in between the feeling of her girlfriend's arms blanketed around her and the calming sound of her breathing in Azzi's ear, she'd been too comfortable to not fall asleep.
"Exactly midnight," there's a smile in Paige's voice as she presses a delicate kiss against Azzi's lips, "happy birthday baby."
Azzi finally opens her eyes to find cerulean blue eyes, gleaming with love and adoration, staring at her as Paige gently strokes her cheeks. And she's sure she'll get a thousand gifts today, from friends, from family, from Paige herself. But no present will top the one that fate itself gave her seven years ago; the girl in front of her -with her silly quirks and beautiful kindness- is Azzi's greatest treasure.
"Thank you," she whispers back, stealing another kiss.
She means to keep it chaste but Paige has other plans, pulling the younger girl flush against her body, slipping her tongue past Azzi's lips as she pushes herself on top of the brunette, grinding their hips together. Kissing Paige is all-consuming, like coming home and going on an adventure at the same time and Azzi thinks she'd be perfectly fine doing this for the whole day.
A whine escapes her lips when Paige pulls away, causing Azzi to chase her lips as she smirks, "patient baby."
"It's my birthday," Azzi pouts, "I don't have to be patient on my birthday."
Paige laughs at the childlike sulking, "you're so precious," she giggles, pinching Azzi's cheeks, "my precious princess."
"People's princess," Azzi corrects as she petulantly looks away.
Paige's eyes darken as she captures Azzi's chin between her thumb and her index finger, pulling the younger girl's face back to face her, "no, my princess."
Azzi gulps at the intensity in the older girl's eyes but she stares at Paige defiantly, "don't look at me like that if you're not going to do it."
"Look at you like what?"
"Don't look at me like you want to fuck me if you're not going to do it," they both suck in a sharp breath at the profanity.
"Silly girl," Paige shakes her head, a smug grin on her face, "of course I'm going to fuck you," she says casually ike it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Azzi's tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip and she's mesmerized by the way Paige's gaze follow the path it takes.
"What's taking you so long then?" she asks coyly, bucking her hips up slightly against the older girl's, who practically whimpers at the action and Azzi can't help but be pleased with herself. Seven years and they both still have this impact on each other; seven years later and they've become experts in known which match can start a fire between them.
And then Paige averts her gaze, facial expression morphing into something much shier as she mumbles, "wanted to give you a gift first."
Azzi raises her eyebrows, unsure why this of all things would make her girlfriend nervous. Paige has given her a plenty of gifts before and Azzi has loved all of them.
"Baby you know I'll love anything you give me right?" she says as much as she gently tries to coax Paige's face back up to meet her.
"I know," Paige says quietly, "this one just uh- it means a little more."
Azzi furrows her eyebrows as Paige slips off their bed -well really it's Paige's bed but considering Azzi sleeps in it every other night, it's basically their bed- and begins to rummage through her nightstand. The brunette sits up from her lying position when she can tell that Paige has found whatever she's looking for. She waits patiently as the blonde sucks in a deep breath before turning back towards her girlfriend.
Azzi doesn't notice the present at first, keeping her focus on giving Paige a reassuring no matter what i love you smile first. And then her gaze drifts downwards and she gasps, eyes widening at the sight of a silver infinity band in a red velvet box.
"Paige-"
"Don't freak out," Paige says in a rush, cutting off whatever Azzi was going to say, "I'm not- I'm not asking you to marry me or anything. Not that I don't want to marry you but like you know- I'm just- I'm not asking yet-"
"Paige," Azzi says again, ignoring the flutter in her stomach as she cuts the older girl's ramble off, "can I see it."
Paige nods, nervously handing over the box so Azzi can inspect it. The infinity band itself is simple, encrusted with small silver crystals and it must've cost Paige a small fortune. But its the the encryption behind it that has Azzi's eyes swelling up with tears, for the half that makes me a whole.
"Today is your birthday," Paige begins again, her voice timid and quiet, "but I think it's a little more than that. For me today's the day my other half was born. Today is the day that the person I was meant to find- the person who'd complete me- was born. And so today, is the most special in the world. Because today is the day that you were born."
Azzi's quiet for a moment, letting herself be immersed in the warmth of Paige's words and the sheer sincerity in them. It's the truth, she knows, that Paige is without a doubt her other half, the person who makes her feel complete.
"I love you," she whispers, as she hands the ring back to Paige and then holds out her hand, "put it on me?"
And she thinks if she could memorize one still image of her life, it would be this one -it would be the way Paige's eyes glow brighter than the moon outside as she eagerly fits the ring onto Azzi's ring finger.
"I love you more," the older girl whispers as she brushes her lips against Azzi's knuckles.
"Not fucking possible," Azzi shakes her head as she launches herself into Paige's lap, arms wrapping around the older girl's neck as she pulls both of them back down onto the bed, "now can you fuck me?"
Paige laughs, "you say the sweetest things to me Azzi Fudd."
"I try," Azzi smirks, pressing her lips against Paige's briefly before she pulls away, the silver ring on her hand glinting in the moonlight as she caresses her girlfriend's cheek, "and just so you know, when you do ask, the answer will always be yes."
Paige grins, pulling Azzi back down to kiss her, "happy birthday baby."
#ask#pazzi#paige bueckers#azzi fudd#never say i didn't give y'all anything#as per usual idk how i feel about this but you're not allowed to tell me if it's terrible#i'm vaguely delirious now#two “fics” in two days who thought i'd ever do that?
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“Your body cannot tell the difference between dieting and starvation.”
I feel like we need to back up and be clear on what we mean when we say “diet”.
Your diet is whatever pattern of food consumption you currently subscribe to. Your diet can change based on a variety of factors (finances, convenience, seasonal availability … etc.) and any body changes that accompany those diet changes are not for anyone to judge (positively or negatively) beyond that of a medical professional.
I’ll speak to my own diet and body state: I am 5’6”, female, and currently 180lbs. Historically, I’ve hovered around 150-160lbs, and I would say that range is where I feel most comfortable physically. I’ve gained that extra 20lbs over the last year due to life stressors that caused knock-on effects in my eating habits, my daily schedule, and my exercise regimen (currently non-existent). I also started a job selling VERY sweet and fatty breakfast food every day that I have easy access to.
Contrast that with 135lbs me of ten years ago. Due to digestive issues, I’d cut out all dairy from my diet. I was exercising every other day, and I’d just gone through a bad breakup so I felt like SHIT in multiple ways.
So in my specific case, we’re looking at a difference of 50lbs, separated by a decade of relatively stable weight. Clearly, my diet and exercise in both extremes played a large role in my overall health and happiness. Yes, both of those factors were influenced by my stress levels and physical health at the time. But ultimately, it still boils down to diet and exercise. At my lightest (and most miserable) I was exercising a lot and eating very low-fat foods. At my heaviest, I’m not exercising at all and I’m shoving Oreo pancakes in my face when I get a free second.
Obviously, this example is the smallest possible sample size, but I strongly disagree with the insinuation that ‘making changes to your diet and exercise don’t matter because your genes may OR may not say so, so why bother finding out?’
But yes, support fat people regardless.
I’ll be the first to say I’m not a doctor in any way. Are you?
A core feature of anti-fatness is the "you did this to yourself"-view. People are very invested in the idea that size is within everyone's control. It's soothing to believe that all fat people are a small series of good choices away from becoming thin and staying that way, and that thin people are success stories by virtue of existing.
Any time we speak up about discrimination and fatphobia, someone inevitably plays that card. Trolls will say "eat a salad, pig" and well-meaning health nuts will gently explain what calories are. In either case, we're met with a "you know, you can stop this at any time." Why, if nobody was fat, thin people wouldn't need to examine their biases! It sure would be an easier time for everyone if we weren't so Around and Bulliable!
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damian wayne fluff pls
Damian didn’t have much of a childhood, at least not a one he could look back at fondly and proudly. So whenever he saw you indulge yourself in an adult colouring book had him was conditioned into thinking was boring or childish, and yet he would still find himself missing something that he couldn’t put his finger on without becoming irritated.
‘Damian?’ Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked over to you, seeing that you had stopped colouring to stare at him with concern.
‘Yes?’ He replied, not liking the fact that he has been interrupted from his reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
‘Would you like to colour in a page of this book with me?’ You asked as you gestured to the book in front of you and Damian scoffed, going back to his book. ‘No, I don’t partake in childish activities.’ He responded.
‘Is that what you believe or what you’ve been told to believe when with the league of assassins?’ You said all of a sudden and Damian bristled as his eyes darted to every possible corner of the room, almost as though the aforementioned league could be overhearing your conversation from their hiding spots.
‘What makes you say such a thing.’ Damian hissed as he moved to look at you but you were far more interested in colouring the page of your book, hyper aware of the stare he was giving you but you didn’t care you just wanted him to know what it’s like to be normal, even if it was for five minutes. ‘I just think you deserve to do something that you can look back on and remember that not everything is bleak and downpours of rain, it can be warm and golden.’ You shrugged your shoulders as you finally allowed yourself to look over at Damian, who had a conflicted look across his face, and you couldn’t help but bring your hand over his and squeeze reassuringly.
‘It’s okay to let the walls down Damian, you’re not there anymore, you’re with me and you can find yourself here if you feel comfortable enough to do so.’ You continued as Damian closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He knew he was in a safe place with you, that he didn’t doubt, but he couldn’t just bring his walls down all that easily even if he wanted to and he really wanted to. However he didn’t know how to without relapsing into old ways that’ll end in you being pushed away as a result; he was scared of how things would end for him if he dared to open his heart just a little.
‘What good would that do me?’ Damian says sharply. ‘End up with everyone I know dead because I decide to give one person an ounce of trust and let them into my life?’ He adds and he felt you squeeze his hand again but also the caressing of your thumb against the back of his own. ‘You’re a great judge of character Dami, you wouldn’t have trusted me otherwise and I’m grateful for that, but have I made you distrust me yet?’ You questioned him and Damian knew that you knew the answer to that, and it was no.
He looks at your hand and squeezes back softly, making you smile, before he gestures to your colouring book. ‘Is the offer to colour one of your pages still available?’ He asks and you were quick to share your colouring pencils with him as you presented the book before him to pick a page of his choice. ‘Oh absolutely.’ You replied as you made yourself comfortable next to him as the next hour you and Damian spent colouring in pages and making the other laugh.
#dc imagine#dc x reader#dc x you#dc fanfic#dc comics x reader#dc fic#dc x y/n#dc fanfiction#damian wayne x y/n#damian wayne x you#damian wayne imagine#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne imagines#damian wayne fluff
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my man of the year
Ewan Mitchell x girlfriend!reader
a/n: just a little something for the Ewan girlies, because in this GQ party, we are all fam 💙
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You attend the GQ Men of the Year 2024 party with your boyfriend.
You watch in admiration as Davey makes the final tweaks to Ewan's outfit for the event—a suit tailored to perfection, its velvet material snug against his lean form. A classic piece, but sporting some eccentricities that have become essential in the Mitchell-Sutton style partnership.
The velvet suit, not in the usual black or blue, also has a textured high notch and lapels, making him look like some kind of an 80s-flick vampire.
Your gaze sweeps from his polished shoes up to his face, finding that he's watching you in the reflection as he stands in front of the mirror.
He tries turning around to see you better, causing Davey's hand to fall from his shoulder as he was pinning something in place. "Ewan, mate. Save the ogling for later, yeah? Let me finish this first."
Ewan sighs dramatically, like a kid who's been asked to stand in the corner. "Okay."
You giggle softly, shaking your head at the scene. "Ewan, listen to Davey now."
You share a look with Davey, knowing smiles on your lips. Ewan, am I right?
"I just want to look at my girlfriend," Ewan complains.
"Look at me?" you question. "Look at you, handsome! You're my man of the year, every damn year."
"C'mere, babe."
"Ewan, don't move until Davey—."
"I won't move. But come here and give me a kiss."
"Fine." You get up from your comfortable position on the seat. Might as well oblige your boyfriend, the GQ honouree. Just the thought of it makes you so giddy with pride.
Rising onto your tiptoes, you rest your chin gently on his shoulder, batting your eyelashes as he leans his head against yours.
"There's my girl," he purrs, wrapping his free arm around your waist and Davey works on the sleeve on the other.
Then he kisses you, mindful to stay perfectly still. Only his lips move, pillowy as they caress yours. You would have to reapply your lipstick after this.
When he cheekily snakes his tongue out, you pull back, giving him an incredulous shake of your head. "Stand down, handsome."
"Oh, don't worry about me, sweetheart," Davey reassures you. "Maybe we should let Ewan have his way. Poor guy looks like he's about to explode."
You all share a laugh.
A minute later, he's all ready. Davey snaps photos of him alone, then shifts to capture the two of you together. He even manages a few that feel like classic prom poses, with Ewan's arms around you from behind.
The rest of the night is a blur of lights and glamour, and the warmth of Ewan's hand on your back quells your nerves as you step onto the red carpet.
The cameras are everywhere, a sea of flashes and shouting for you to, look here, look here!
Ewan keeps you close the entire time, steering you through it all. You can feel that he's anxious too but he's a steady presence by your side. He used to need a crutch like cigarettes or gum to deal with the chaos of such public events, but when you're with him, the noise is silenced.
It's just you and him against the world.
When his arm tightens around you, you jokingly remark, "Didn't peg you for the clingy type, babe."
He glances down, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Just making sure you don't run off with some other dashing celebrity."
An idea pops up in your head. He makes it all too easy. You let out a shaky gasp, "Wait, is that Pedro Pascal over there?"
"Where?" he asks sharply, distracted.
"By the big GQ sign. Don't make it obvious, though!" you whisper, as if you're entirely serious.
He squints, scanning the sea of people coming through the red carpet, until he realizes… there's no Pedro. Not yet, at least.
He turns to you with a playful glare, his mouth twitching with the hint of a smile. "You think you're funny, don't you, baby?"
You give your best wide-eyed, innocent look. "Who, me?"
"You're asking for it," he whispers close to your ear so the cameras don't catch it.
You only laugh as he pulls you closer, giving your waist another possessive squeeze.
"And what exactly are you gonna do about it?" you ask.
"Guess you'll have to find out after we're done here."
When he kisses you, you both know that the resulting pictures are going to flood the gossip sites, fan pages, and everything in between as soon as the next day. But neither of you care.
He makes sure that there's no mistaking who he came with that night.
And you would never tire of showing everyone just who your boyfriend is. You could scream it from the rooftops.
He doesn't need GQ to tell him he's one of the honourees of the year.
All he needs is you by his side to feel like he's truly won.
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no because i created in my head like a whole interaction between the two in a void
let me try to remember what i imagined
(spoilers on PvP civilization and Parkour Civilization btw)
ok so i dont give half enough of a fuck to make this into proper dialogue but
it went along the lines of
pvp evbo admiring how many people believe in and rely on pk evbo, and how good he is at parkour
and how in pvp civ nobody even believes in him, and maybe he could've done better in pk civ, he could've lived better - he could totally pull off a good Parkour and get himself a mansion to live in the rest of his life
but pk evbo is like. But in pk civ you're not actually free.. no matter whay rank you're in and how good your Parkour skills are. Heck - he had to become god to have some peace of mine
"so I guess I'll never have a peaceful life then-.." pvp evbo sighed as he hugged his knees, in a more annoyed tone than anything - but also unmeasurably tired.. for such a small body, to be so exhausted, it's almost pitiful
"hey.. cheer up man" pk evbo placed a hand on his shoulder, a small smile on his face "your series, and your journey, isn't even over yet! You'll get that ending eventually. I'm sure."
"hah- thanks, but.. I'm not even good pvp. It feels like I've still got such a long way to go- but I'm already falling behind compared to.. well- nobody. But if I dont get good enough soon enough, my friends will get hurt! and I'll never escape--"
"-woah woah! hey! calm down. breathe.."
"..seems.. like you've gone through a lot,"
"I dunno, dying like a gazillion times isn't that much."
"oh wow- I've only died like. Twice."
pvp evbo shrugs "You get used to it.. sorta... "
"... wether you're ready for it or not.. you're probably gonna find yourself having to improvise and keep going, if not for the sake of others, for yourseld.. I've had two second chances, and you seem to have an unlimited supply of chances - still, dont let it all go to waste."
....
maybe smth smth
pvp evbo telling pk evbo "you're able to live your own life in relative comfort - you shouldn't have let that 'master' tell you what to do! 'Saving the world' isn't your problem.."
i dunno
i think they both should be put in the same room and given building blocks to play with
The two Evbos meet. (Silly little sketch)
I always saw parkour!Evbo to be early to mid 20s-ish, while PvP!Evbo to be around mid to late teens (15+). The differences between the two is so big for me. Pkciv!Evbo is very confident and becomes god while pvp!Evbo is literally a child who is used as a tool of sacrifice. Evbo is good at making these characters different but still distinctly himself.
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Keep This Low Key
💜 Pairings: Choso x Fem reader- Rating: Explicit- MDNI
💜 Contents/Warnings: Choso has a tongue ring for reasons... oh and a dick piercing for other reasons. In this chapter, blow jobs, fingering, cunnilingus, explicit sex, semi public sex, lots of confusion, jealousy happening, friends w/benefits
💜 Word Count: this chap - 10.6k
💜 Summary: You have been Choso's best friend for years, and one night he has a date with Yuki, his girlfriend, while you have a date with Ino, your boyfriend, only for them both to break up with you at the same time! You all think of calling each other, but run right into each other. Choso brings you home since you didn't even have your car, and you two are crying over a couple beers and a silly movie, only to have a sudden idea. Why not say fuck dating, fuck heartbreak, and just fuck each other?
No drama, no mess, no upset, and you two are such good friends, nothing can go wrong, right? The only agreement is no feelings, and if you all find a s/o, you'll end things. But the moment Choso opens his heart to you, and the moment you start falling, things get messy, as you realize he's the best you've had, and you're falling hard. Will you all stay friends, become more, or will everything blow up?
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Chapter Two
Your POV
You wake up the next morning in a strong pair of arms, with a thigh pressed up between your thighs, you flush when you realize where you were, in your best friend’s arms. Arms the squeeze you just a little tighter, his breath hot on your neck, tickling you and making you tremble, then he shifts his thigh, and fuck it’s pressed even more, and you’re arching up for it without thinking.
He moans softly, you feel his long dark lashes fluttering against your cheek, you are tense against him. “Mmm, g’morning.” He mumbles, burying his head back in the crook of your neck.
“G’morning, Cho.” You say softly, he pulls you even closer now, pecking little kisses down your neck, it feels way too good, too natural.
Not once had you felt like this.
Was it because you’ve known him like the back of your hand forever? Possibly, not having to worry if you look good, if you’re done up enough, to just be a little bit of a mess next to him was so comfortable. But also, it didn’t feel odd in his arms, you’d knocked right out, and now you feel that same thrill you did last night, remembering the pleasure he gave you.
You’re blushing now, cheeks hot, vivid images of his dark hair between your thighs, those violet eyes as his tongue ring had done wicked things. You’re getting wet just thinking of it, and he tenses himself behind you, arm tightening, his breath catching in his throat. You’re sure he can tell, making you embarrassed.
“You’re so hot there.” He whispers, and you cry out just a bit when he presses up once more, your hand clutches the pillow under it tightly.
“I’m sorry, I think I’m…”
“Sorry, for what? Being sexy.” Fuck you adore your best friend, his kisses against your neck turning hotter, his mouth opening, tongue lapping at you, making you shiver with desire, coursing down your body. You shift, and he moans again. “Fuck.”
“Sorry!” You cover your face, and he gently pulls your hand down, turning your face to look at him.
“Stop apologizing. Do you want me to get her off again?”
“Fuck, yes. But I wanna do things to you.”
“You can get me later.” He says, pressing up once more, and now you’re shamelessly rubbing on his thigh. “Oh my god, fuck.”
“Choso…” You whisper, eyes dropping to his lips, glossy as he licks them slowly, a big hand pressing against your tummy.
“Let me get you off, angel.” You shake your head, making him smile a bit, running his fingers down your tummy, rolling against your clit now, pressing his thigh up further, you’re bare aside from his big shirt, dripping down his sweats. “Oh my god, you feel so good, you’re this wet for me?”
“Shush, supposed to be… friends…”
“Friends who fuck, hmm?” You nod weakly, eyes fluttering shut at his gentle circles, as you keep grinding on his thigh helplessly. “So then I can talk to you like that, if you want.”
“I want.” Is all you manage, getting wetter and wetter as your hips move, his fingers hitting the perfect rhythm, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“Then let me tell you how good you feel against me.” He pulls his thigh back then, you whine out at the loss. “Aw, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He murmurs, so fucking sexy, your silly Cho Bear, it wrecks your mind.
Now he is pressing his cock against your back, you feel how hard and thick he is, when he grabs a thigh and brings it high over his leg, and plunges two fingers in your pussy now. You’re pouring more all over his fingers, weakly crying out at how good it feels, reaching a hand back to grip his hair, pulling his lips to yours as you turn your head back to him.
He moans, still fingering you so good you can’t stand it, you want so much more, especially that thick cock against you, fuck it felt so big, you ache to see it, to feel it. Choso’s tongue ring hits your own tongue, clicking gently against your teeth, as you suck on it playfully, earning more of his moans, more of his fingers.
“Close, Cho… m’close.” You whisper, and he looks at you with those dilated eyes, fingerfucking you faster, scissoring his fingers in and out, you’re so close you shatter at it, and he’s watching as your eyes roll back, as your mouth is open, you think you must look so dumb-
“Oh, you’re so pretty.” He says instead, and you begin to climax, it washes all over your body, you’re pulsing around his long fingers now, and he eases, slipping them out to toy with your clit, making you jerk.
“Sensitive.” Your voice is faint, you’re reaching behind you to find him, earning his own moan, his eyes fluttering shut, he keeps torturing your clit, until you’re close again, this time overstimulated. “Do you um, wanna fuck? Or want me to suck you?”
“Both, and add wanna eat you again.” You giggle breathlessly.
“You’re a freak, Cho Bear.”
“You really haven’t seen much freak yet, angel. But you’re so cute and nervous, I love you like this.” He brings his fingers to your lips, and you are sucking yourself off of him, stroking him over his sweats as he bucks into your palm. “You sure you wanna have sex today, we can wait. I don’t mind.”
“We’re friends with benefits, Cho.”
“Benefits are you looking pretty in my arms.” You melt then, fuck he’s perfect, and fuck Yuki is a fool.
“Choso you’re gonna snatch someone up so quick, perfect ass.”
“And look at you.”
“A hot mess.” He chuckles, shaking his head, you turn then, body still reacting to his touch, to the pleasure he gave you, you’ve got him on his back now, your hair falling half out of your loose ponytail. He smiles, gently shaking it out, running his hand through it.
He’s seen you a million times in this state, but somehow you find yourself worrying a bit, what does he think, Yuki was always so put together…
“You’re so pretty in the morning. Even with this mess.” He teases, pulling your hair softly, and watching you cry out hungrily, tattooed hands sliding down your arms now, before he’s reaching for that shirt, pulling it flush against your body.
“Are you ready for my amazing skills?” You tease, trying to shove down the feeling of being so into him, of loving everything about this too much already.
“I’m ready, show me what you got.”
“As a friend.”
He snorts. “Best friend. Oh… mmm…” He lets out this soft cry when you’re sliding down his sweats, and he’s so thick, his cock is so sexy it alone has you pulsing all over again. Especially when you see it.
“Cho… do you have…”
“Oh, it won’t hurt you, promise.” He says softly, when you see there is a piercing on the underside of his cock, right under his tip, two silver balls on either side of a barbell. You’re flustered as you study it, and Choso gets flustered as you do. “Is it… like weird or-”
“No, no! It’s really hot. Um… just didn’t know… they pierced these? Did it hurt at all?”
“No, it won’t hurt if you play with it either, don’t worry.” He gently takes your hand, putting it on it now, you feel your tummy clenching as you touch it, the skin thin over the piercing, and he moans softly.
“Does it feel good there?” He nods eagerly, urging you on as you study him, the room is dimly lit by the morning sun peeking through the blinds, casting a warm glow over Choso’s toned body. He’s gorgeous as fuck you think, especially the little blush on his cheeks when you stroke him once softly, tentatively.
“Tell me what you like, Cho bear. Like I did.” You tease, your hands are shaking slightly as you wrap your fingers around his thickness, stroking him gently, feeling him thicken.
“I would like you kissing me anywhere.” He says then, his big hands sliding up your shirt, sliding against your bare skin, making your breath catch. “I’d also love to see your pretty body again.”
“Oh yeah?” You giggle, sighing. “I’m not very sexy.”
“I disagree.”
“I’m awkward, Cho. But here.” You go to pull up his shirt now, letting it slide up off your head, falling to the bed next to you, and he eagerly grips your breasts, squishing them before you pull away. “Let me kiss you all over then.”
“Please.” His breathy reply urges you on, and he exhales as you kiss down his neck, your mouth tracing the line of his collarbone, down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, smelling the heady scent of him. Something warm and intoxicating. He’s watching you, eyes full of desire, when you kiss a flat brown nipple his hands dig into your hair. “Sorry…”
“Cho, I don’t mind.” You say with a little smile, kissing down his chest, your hands sliding back down, one finding his cock again, as you kiss further and further, feeling the flutter of nerves as you do. You’d done this before, but you wanna do such a good job, Choso looked thrilled about it all, which melts you.
He’s now gently stroking your cheek, not listening to you, instead of pulling on your hair. “So pretty.”
You hide your pleased little smile, kissing further down, now holding his thick length, fuck he’s so big it’s intimidating, he has precum dripping out of the little hole on his tip, your thumb swirls it around, his hips buck up just at that. “Cho, you’re so big, you sure that’ll fit?”
“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry.” He says, he’s so sweet you think, as you’re studying his perfect features, the straight nose, the bow of his lips. “I will have you so ready, you are really tight though.”
“Gonna stretch me out, Cho?” When your mouth reaches the tip of his cock, you give it a tentative lick, and he gasps, you taste the salty but sweet sticky liquid there, taking more of his tip in then.
He gasps, his hand coming to the back of your head, entangling in your hair now, his moans urging you on. “Feels so good.”
“Mmm.” You take him in your mouth now, feeling the hot skin stretched tight over his hardness with your tongue. Choso’s moans fill the room, urging you on as you bob your head, finding a rhythm now, and he’s a mess under you.
“S’good, s’good, you’re… yes, please, there.” He is muttering in a little mantra, his eyes never leaving yours, so dilated they look black now, you pull up just a bit with a pop, Choso’s thumb traces your lips. “You look so pretty like this.”
“You can push me on it if you want.”
“No! I can’t. You’re too… cute and… I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Choso, stop. You won’t. Push a little.” He tentatively puts his hand on the back of your head now, pushing up, his hips rock slightly, fucking your mouth. You moan around him, loving the feeling of him fucking you deeper.
“Are you okay?” You nod around his length, and he’s fucking up harder, you hear the sound of your suction mixing with his sexy sounds. “That’s it, you’re so good.”
All his praise gets you so wet, and you are sucking him deeper, eager to taste him fully, to make him feel the same way he made you feel last night. Your mouth takes him in, inch by inch, feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue, which darts across the barbell on the underside of his thick cock.
You never minded oral, but something about tasting him makes you love it, you could do it forever if it wasn’t for the tenseness in your jaw. You breathe out your nose, relaxing your throat now, eating up the way he responds to every movement you make. His hands are in your hair now, not guiding but holding, as if he can't get enough of the sight of your lips wrapped around him.
You take him deep as you can, your throat tightening around him, he gasps, hips bucking up. “Don’t do too much!”
You laugh a bit, pulling back. “I’m good, promise. I like it.”
“Fuck you’re hot.” You giggle again, he’s just so sweet. You swirl your tongue around the tip, licking off the precum that's leaking out, and you notice Choso's thighs are trembling, his abs tightening as you suck him, and you know he's close, you can feel him getting even thicker.
With a final moan, he pulls you off, and you look up at him, eyes watering slightly, your lips swollen from your efforts. "Let me finish.”
“No, I want to feel you, please." He says, his voice hoarse, and you nod, feeling your heart skip a beat at the thought. He flips on top of you now, licking a thumb and rubbing your clit, and you're wet and ready, panting for him.
“You don’t have to, I’m so ready.” You plead, Choso’s eyes get lidded, continuing his little circles, making you whine out for him, reaching down and stroking him once more.
“You’re really tiny.”
“I can stretch.”
“Not very angelic.” He says, teasingly, and you both giggle nervously. He slips two fingers inside you, groaning out as he does. “You’re so wet. From sucking me? How…”
You slide your hands up to cup his face. “Because it’s hot, just like how you got hard eating me out.”
He kisses you again, and you drown in those kisses, your friend’s lips shouldn’t feel this good, should they? You shove that out of your mind, you’re both inexperienced, one partner doesn’t mean you all suddenly can just fuck. Of course you wanted to feel more, casual sex isn’t something you’re used to yet.
That and Choso’s lips are plush, his fingers are thick, his body is hot… he’s perfect, and you’re craving him more than anything. You’re rolling your hips up for more, more, more of him, he breaks that kiss, leaning up, a little trail of saliva between your lips for just a moment, before studying you. So intense you’re blushing again.
He takes his fingers out, sucking on them again, off his black nails, as if you’re the yummiest treat. “Do you want to… use a…”
“Oh, y-yeah. Sure?” He laughs softly then, brushing your hair gently, leaning on an elbow over you.
“You’re so cute.”
“You’re cute, Cho bear.”
“Hmm…” He kisses you once more, leaning over to his nightstand, pulling out a row of magnum condoms, and you blush further. “Is everything okay? If you change your mind please tell me. We can-”
“No, no! Um. I’m ready. I want to.” You lean up on your elbows, watching him while nibbling your lower lip. “I just can’t believe we are doing this?”
“I know it’s like some dream from high school.” You giggle a bit.
“I know, though my dreams weren’t this… wild.”
“No?” He’s tearing the condom with his teeth, pulling it out and putting it at the tip of his cock now, you sit up a bit, grabbing it, catching his eyes.
“Let me.” He nods, that pink back on his cheeks, letting you gently roll the condom down his length, his cock twitches as you touch it. “My dreams in high school of you were us just making out.”
“You really dreamt of that?” He asks softly, and you nod, looking away, embarrassed to say such things. He grabs your face gently. “Hey… don’t get shy about it. I liked you too, remember?” You nod again. “Let me get some lube, it may be uncomfy with a condom.”
“Oh, I’m more than wet enough.” You say with a blush, but he’s laying you back down, kissing your tummy, before he’s spreading your thighs, and spits right on your pussy. “Oh!”
“So sexy.” He murmurs, licking you and spreading the spit all around your clit, your lips, your entrance. You grip his hair tightly, yanking on him.
“Fuck me, please.” He leans up quickly, his tip pressing against your little entrance, and you gasp, eyes locking on his. He has one hand pressing your thigh up, the other cupping your face.
“I’ll do anything when you ask so sweetly.” He teases, kissing you again, pressing deeper. You gasp, clinging to his bare back with your nails, he hisses a bit as they press in, leaving little half moons on his skin. “Oh my… oh my god. Are you okay!?”
You nod weakly, as he’s stretching you, pressing deeper, and stretching you out, then you feel it, the piercing, dragging on your walls, making you gasp. “Oh my… oh my god…”
“Fuck let me prep you more.” He goes to pull up, you pull him down, shaking your head, rolling your hips up.
“No, no, please do that again!” He takes a shaky breath, pulling out and then pressing back in, hitting some spot again that has your eyes rolling back. “More, please, more!”
“Anything you want, pretty. Oh you feel so tight, mmm.” He whispers, pulling out and pushing back in, fucking you with just half of his cock, but it feels so good you’re shattering, especially when his hand slides up to grip your wrists, and he pumps quicker.
“There, there!” He drags his piercing against your spot again, making you cum so hard it’s stupid, then you’re pulsing around him, soaking his length, making him slip in easier and easier. “Choso!”
“Mmm, good girl. Feel you cumming on me.” He whispers, your eyes open with a gasp, your hands weakly reaching up for him, digging into his slender hips, he’s kissing you gently, your cheeks, your eyes, letting you catch a breath. “Can you take more, angel? Or want me… half in.”
“I can do it.” He smiles a bit, shoving in then, and you gasp as he hits your cervix, so fucking deep you can’t stand it, you feel so full, so full of him. “Mmm!”
“Mmm…” You both moan into each other’s mouths as he lets you adjust to the sensation, as he feels so good this deep, tip kissing your cervix. He leans up and kisses you messy now, desperate, pulling back and pushing back in, stuffing your cunt so full of him, you’re dripping everywhere, getting wetter and wetter. “Feel s’good…”
“You… feel… so… ah!” You cry out as he’s fucking into you harder, mouth wide open, back arching.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll slow down…”
“No, no, more. More.” He groans now over you, fucking into you harder, and your cunt eagerly sucks him in, his tip and that damn ring dragging along your fluttering walls under the thin layer of latex. “M’cumming!”
Choso shoves a leg up now, over his shoulder, fucking so deep you fall off that edge, cumming even harder, and he sucks in a breath as you do, feeling you clench around him so tightly. He’s kissing your ankle, your leg, his free hand pressing down on your hips, pinning you to the bed as you ride out your second orgasm from his cock, already weak.
“Can I go faster, please? You feel s’good I can’t take it.” He whispers softly, brows furrowed, you nod eagerly, then he’s fucking into you hard, skin smacking, the squishing sound of your pussy mixing with both of your cries. “Oh fuck you’re pretty, s’pretty angel…”
“Cho…” You’re sobbing as he enters you, over and over, wrecking everything you are, your mind can’t even function as he works you, your hands gripping the sheets, eyes struggling to focus on his handsome face, on his abs flexing. He fucks you so deep it hurts finally. “Ah!”
“Shit, sorry, sorry.” He leans down, only stretching your leg further, pulling his hips back and cupping your face. “Are you o-okay!?”
“Yes, yes, keep going.”
“We should…”
“Cho, I love it. Okay?” He exhales, kissing you softly, leaning up again and starting to fuck you at the same pace, then when he hurts you again, it’s like you’re craving it, that pain of him bruising that cervix. “Y-yes, mmm!”
“You s-sure?” He asks softly, his voice breaking with a moan.
“M’sure, yes, please. Go hard.” He does as you ask, fucking you deep and rough now, and your body lights up for it, he’s easing your thigh down now, gripping your throat with his tatted hand, so big, as he moves between your thighs.
“You’re so pretty like this.” He says softly, squeezing gently, thumb right on your pulse, that’s fluttering under his touch. “Can I choke your pretty neck?”
“Yes, yes. Please.” You have no clue what the fuck you’re doing, all you know is his huge length pounding in your pussy is driving you insane, his hand is squeezing, he’s looking how pretty you are with his hand on your throat, licking his glossy lips as he works you slower, squeezing.
“God you’re sexy. Tap me if it’s too much.” You nod a bit, then he’s squeezing harder as he fucks you, violet eyes drinking you in, lashes lowered, fucking into you with deep, strong strokes. Your pussy struggles to take him, stretched beyond her means, but you crave it, along with the bliss of him squeezing.
You’re weakly whining out as he squeezes more and more, you watch the tattoos down his body move with his muscles flexing, watch as he is staring down at your pussy, exhaling.
“She’s taking me so well. You’re so good f’me.” He says, squeezing harder and pressing in, rolling his hips just so, the tightness in your tummy builds, so much pressure, you’re cumming again, and now you’re barely able to make a sound, he’s squeezing so tight.
You’re getting fuzzy, the orgasm sapping the last breaths you had, to the point Choso is blurring, your face is getting so flush as he squeezes, big hands taking your throat over completely. The thrill of it, the fuzzy, floating feeling, mixing with the orgasm is overwhelming, you’re fading until he lets you go, carefully laying on you, brushing his fingers along your neck as you suck in air.
“I said tap, you were about to… mmm… you’re so tight how!?” You giggle, breathless, earning a cute glare.
“I could pass out, you’d wake me.” You tease, then gasp as he shoves his cock in so deep it hurts, the pressure, the fullness, bottoming out and stuffing you. “Cho!”
“You are giggling?” You shake your head, dying for this version of your sweet best friend, the one fucking you stupid. “Good. Why don’t you cum again?”
“Make me.”
“Make you.” He laughs softly, shaking his head, taking your hand then, sliding it down your tummy. “You rub that pretty little clit.”
“Yes Sir.” You tease, but you watch the effects on his face, watch his jaw drop open, his eyes fluttering shut when you rub your clit, soaking wet and slippery. “Mmm… want yours.”
“So greedy, aren’t you angel?” You smile, but the smile is cut off when he takes your fingers, sucking on them, rubbing your clit insted, leaning back on his knees, you’re screaming so goddamn loud you’re sure his neighbors here. “No more laughing.”
“N-no more.” You manage to squeak out, eyes rolling back, hips bucking up when he fucks into you, thrusts harder, his balls smacking against your ass, while he’s rubbing that clit like he’s always known you. “Ah!”
“That’s it. One more time. Please.” You’re too far into it not to, cumming so intensely you’re blinded again, hands in fists on his sheets, orgasm washing over you in waves. You’re trembling and gasping when he’s leaning over you, his heavy weight pressed against you. “Good girl.”
“Choso you’re making me dumb.” You whisper, tears falling from how much he’d made you cum, he cups your face, shaking his head.
“Never, too smart.”
“Cho…”
“I’m close, do you want me to stop?”
“No! No… cum, please. Cum.” He nods gently, kissing you now, one of his hands entwining with yours, sucking your breath away, you’re surrounded by nothing but Choso. It’s so fucking intimate tears fall, he gasps as he leans back, his head tilting up, showing that adam’s apple bobbing.
“You’re so hot, you’re so perfect, you- ah! Mmm!” Choso’s cock thickens, and you feel pulsing inside his condom, as his cock gets hotter inside of you, and his pumping slows, gently now, as he looks back at you. You’re trembling, kissing him though your tears, which he now notices, brushing them aside. “Did I hurt you angel?”
“No, no. Not at all.” You takes several breaths, and he rests his forehead on yours now. It all feels too good. This shouldn’t feel this good!?
Is this what sex was?
Or was this sex with Choso?
“What’s wrong!? Please tell me. I’ll fix it.” He whispers, kissing your tears, which just pour more at how sweet he is. You shake your head.
“No, it was so perfect, it just… was intense? And got me… emotional. How embarassing, ugh-”
“No, it’s not at all!” He swipes your tears away, and you look up at him with trembling lips. “You are just feeling a lot. Was this too soon from your breakup?”
You laugh softly. “I haven’t thought of him actually all morning. Is that awful of me?”
“No, it’s not.” He eases out of you, and you hiss a bit at it. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you, she looks all swollen.” He frowns then, running his fingers down your pussy lips, all puffy from him. You feel them throb in response.
“No, no, I’m just still new at this. And you’re really big.” You blush as you look at his cock, with the condom half on, the white cum pooling at the tip, and so very much of it too.
“I hope you wanna do it again. I swear next time-”
“Cho, stop. Fucking loved it. Tears of cumming a lot. Swear.” He smiles big then, and you melt, melt too much, surely. “I’ve never felt like that.”
“Me either-”
“Choso, you liked fucking. Don’t say that just to say it.” You sit up a bit then, looking for your shirt, as you worry then, what must your inadequacies be? Ino had no issue leaving you-
“Hey, hey.” He slides your shirt over your head, rubbing your shoulders gently, frowning now as he looks at you. “I mean it. You’re so beautiful, you feel so good around me, I came so hard-”
“Don’t say all that.” You swipe at your eyes, and Choso sighs, turning and giving you a view of his insanely muscled back, his round little ass, you see the tattoo that runs down his neck, twigs entwining down his muscles. Fuck he’s perfect.
“I told you, I say what I mean.” He says softly, turning back to you, and you are standing nervously.
“You loved Yuki.”
“I thought I was falling. Yeah. But… I don’t know. She’s not on my mind.” He cups your face, bringing you close now.
“Friends can feel like that?”
“Do you want more?”
“Cho… we said…”
“Yeah.” He blinks a bit, and you both stand there awkwardly.
“I should go.”
“What!?” Choso stops you now, pulling your back against him, and years of feelings pour in, overtaking you. All those years you both pined for others, always just missing each other, that’s how it was supposed to be, right? “Don’t leave, I’ll really think I hurt you.”
“You didn’t. You couldn’t hurt me.”
He kisses your neck, exhaling. “Do you not wanna do this again? Is it too weird with how close we are?”
“No, no! I love it. Um… I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You’re swiping more tears, as you realize you could have been doing this, and that nothing has ever felt more right. But you now know Choso clearly… “You did it a lot, Cho?”
“Um… yeah. A lot.” You turn then, looking back up at him. “Is that bad?”
“No! No… you seem really good at everything. I don’t think I am.”
“What? You-”
“I didn’t do anything but lay there!”
“You’re being silly. Stop it.” He picks you up now, throwing you on the bed, and begins tickling you, making you gasp.
“Stop!”
“When you stop being mean to yourself. Better be nice, you’re my best friend. Hah!” He gets you right under your breasts, and you laugh so hard you can barely breathe, wriggling under him.
“Mercy!”
“Mmm, thought so.” He stops, leaning over you, and you brush his hair back with a shaky hand. “I wanna do that all the time.”
“Fuck me?” You whisper.
“Oh God yes, in every position. You know you blush all over?”
“Hey!” You’re giggling and he leans down, then pauses. You both look at each other, the room silent now aside from Choso’s fan whirring and your labored breaths. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to lose you, ever.”
You blink emotions back. “Oh Cho… you won’t.”
“Promise me?” He holds up a pinky, you smile softly, taking his pinky in yours, curling them together. “If it ever gets too much, if it will fuck up our friendship, you have to tell me.”
“I swear I will. I’m just… new to this. I’m sorry I cried.”
“Don’t you apologize.” He kisses you gently, leaning up. “We said just around sex, the kissing, yeah?”
“Y-yeah. I guess we did.” He pulls away with a sigh, and helps you up now, hugging you tightly, kissing your head as he always has, like a friend.
A friend.
A friend with a huge cock.
A friend with a tongue that’s…
Stop that!
“Let’s get your clothes from your place and get coffee? Yeah bestie?” He asks with a smile, and you nod shyly now. “Bestie with the tightest pussy-”
“Cho!”
Choso’s POV
Five days later- Friday Night
Choso hasn’t been able to get you off his mind all week, now he is tuning his guitar, next to Yuji and Megumi, prepping for their show tonight. Choso sees Megumi as his other little brother, Yuji’s best friend forever, Yuji is tuning his bass guitar as Megumi is fiddling with his drums. The nightclub is packed tonight, tons of eager girls and fans surrounding them.
But his mind keeps drifting to you, when would you be coming, would you come, you all had just… gone back to being friends all week, both working, but texting more, and talking more, like you used to. Which he loves so much, he missed your brightness in his life, but also…Now he’s been inside of you, he’s tasted you, and you’ve tasted him.
How does he just go back to normal after it?
It feels almost wrong not dating you after being so intimate, Choso knows he’s a bit old fashioned for a man with a tongue ring, tattoos and a dick piercing, but he actually is old school when it comes to romance. It may be why he had already thought of proposing to Yuki, because that’s just what he felt was right to do, and god nothing he did before came close to you.
That’s what is really messing with him, watching your pretty face flush as he’d squeezed your throat? His tattooed, big hands wrapped on your tiny little neck, your eyes so dilated, as he had you writhing under him. How does he just compute that as his friend?
That’s what you wanted, he supposes he wanted it too, to not date anyone for some time, but now he’s going insane thinking of you, but also he doesn’t want to push something, ruin something. So he has to act unaffected, normal, every morning bringing you a coffee, but now his eyes dip to your cleavage in your pretty work dresses, just a hint, but now he knows what your breasts look like.
Now he knows how those legs feel around his face, around his hips, and knows how it feels to have that heat surrounding him. He’d jerked it to the memories every night since he saw you last, mental images driving him to insanity, to the point it’s difficult to focus on anything else. Even now you dance through his mind, as he keeps peeking at his phone, putting his guitar down then, when he sees it light up.
Angel💜 - I’m out front Cho Bear!
Choso smiles then, and Yuji comes up to him, peeking and smiling. “Hey, it’s my future wife!”
“In your dreams.” Megumi mumbles, smirking lazily when Yuji pouts.
“You’re mean, Megumi! Choso, you gotta hook me up with her. Please!” Choso usually would laugh at that, but now…
He gets irritated at his own brother?
What’s your pussy done to him, jesus.
“You’re still a baby, kiddo.” He ruffles Yuji’s pink spiky hair, earning his brother’s pout.
“But she broke up with that guy you said?”
“Yeah, so, you’re not getting her. She’s too hot for you.” Megumi says, then he chuckles a bit. “Me, though? Maybe.”
Choso glares at Megumi now, twirling his sticks in his hand, lazily looking as you walk through the front doors. “You’re both too young.”
“She’s twenty four, I’m nineteen, it’s not even that big of a deal. Megumi, you’re eighteen so hah!” Yuji says, pointing at him with a laugh. Megumi rolls his eyes.
“For two months-”
“Neither of you. Keep dreaming.” Choso says, waving over at you, and his heart falters when he drinks you in, this pretty black corset and a little plaid skirt with chains, you look so good he…
“Fuck she’s hot.” Yuji whistles, and Choso smacks him on the back of the head. “What are you finally gonna shoot your shot? Been my whole life almost.”
“We’re… just… friends.” He mumbles.
“Then hook your little brother up!”
“Nah. Now shut up, she’s coming.” You bounce up to them, a big smile on your pretty face, it’s like everyone else in the room fades. Choso has always known how beautiful you are, but now it’s ridiculous, how has he had such a pretty best friend, how has it not affected him, until now that he’s had just a taste of you.
And did you ever want to again? You’d been nothing but sweet and friendly, texting him several times a day, pictures of your meals or little selfies, along with all sorts of funny things you find. But that’s how you all were before Ino and Yuki, it was just the same, but now he wants to ask you for the lewdest things.
He wants to slide that skirt up in the bathroom and go down on you, fuck he could do that forever you taste so good, have your wetness dripping down his face, taste you on his lips all night. He gets hard under his dark black jeans thinking of it, shaking himself out of that as you get paused by several guys along the way, all hitting on you.
Of course they are.
But it makes him angry.
Choso is going to suck at this friends with benefits thing, isn’t he? He finally holds out a hand for you, and you take it eagerly, hopping up on the stage and hugging him tightly. He exhales at how good you feel, you’re so small compared to him, he could just pick you up and-
Fuck.
“Cho Bear, I’m so excited! I hope this outfit fits the vibe.” You say, and he stands back, eyeing you up and down, lips parted. You blush just a bit.
“You look so hot. I’ll say it for him.” Yuji says, as Choso is standing there, unable to even fucking speak. God what’s going on with him?
“Thanks, Yuji. Missed you!” You give him a hug, and Yuji enjoys it far too much. “You’ve gotten taller!”
“He’s still short.” Megumi teases, earning Yuji’s glare over your shoulder, he won’t let you go.
“I’m like an inch shorter, ass-”
“You’re all short.” Choso says, earning their glares, and your giggle. You now come over to Megumi, who hugs you too tightly for Choso’s liking, he wishes they were still young enough he could give them whippings, little brats.
“Megumi! Missed you!” You say, and Megumi buries his face in your hair as he holds you too long.
They’d always done this, fawned over you, and it was cute, they were just babies after all, but now Choso wants you to himself, and even their teasing has him riled up. But it’s not as if you’re his, you’re just his friend, and he knows you see them as little brothers, so why is he feeling this way!?
Did you ruin him fucking him once?
“Missed you too. We both did. You look so pretty.” Megumi says now, and you giggle a bit, holding both of their hands.
“You both are trying to suck up to me, stop it. I bet you two get in trouble at college huh?”
“Nah, that’s him.” They say simultaneously, pointing at each other, you roll your eyes with a smile, turning back to Choso, your eyes dart down his body, and that blush comes back, and fuck you blush down your throat, your chest…
“You look beautiful. I’m sorry.” Choso says softly, you shake your head, walking back over to him and letting the boys argue.
“You don’t have to say that, it’s-”
“No, you do. You really do.” He brushes your hair back, and you gasp, eyes locking onto his, and just the slightest touch, drives him insane, especially when he sees the goosebumps rise on your pretty breasts, pressed high in that corset top, one he’d love to rip off you.
“Thank you, Cho. You look really hot.” You say softly, trying to compose yourself, running a finger down his black band shirt, smiling up at him.
“Thank you, I-”
“Choso, Choso!” The girls are lining up in hoards, and he sighs, rolling his eyes a bit, you giggle. “Is that your girlfriend!?”
“No, just my best friend.” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and you tense then, smiling with terse lips.
“Oh good! Can you sign my tits, Choso!” Choso rolls his eyes, and you step back, confusing him a bit.
“I’ll let you get started, I’ll be watching.” You say, and then he stops you, taking your hand gently.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No! No. I’m not cool with all the attention like you, is all.” You say, looking down nervously at your boots.
“Wait, I have a VIP tag, you can drink free all night.” You smile a bit then, and he snatches up the pass, putting it over your neck now, a neck he’d had-
Fuck.
“Thanks Cho, I can’t wait. You’re gonna kill it.” You kiss his cheek now.
“Are you… coming over? After?” He whispers now, in your ear, and you shift a bit nervously.
“I can come over. If you’ll still want to, you will be busy with all these-”
“I want you to. Please.” You step back, looking up at him.
“Of course, but don’t shut yourself off, we’re just…”
“Friends.”
“Yes.”
Choso sighs, looking at you. “Then why do I wanna-”
“Choso!” They’re all coming in hoards, before Choso can finish his sentence, that he wants to fuck you so badly you can’t walk the next day. But now he’s getting posters shoved at him to sign, and you wave at him, bouncing off over to the bar.
Just friends, huh?
Your POV
Choso, Megumi and Yuji absolutely kill the set. Choso is all sweaty now as he finishes the song, holding the mic with one hand, a hand that had been gripping your breast just last week. Lips singing, lips that had sucked your nipples into his mouth. Hips shifting, hips that had pumped in and out, wrecking your pussy, a pussy sore for days.
You can’t just think like that!
Friends, friends, friends.
Megumi and Yuji are playing so well, you remember the three of them in Choso’s garage constantly practicing, you’re so proud of them, they’re like your own little brothers. Choso however, was not like your brother, even before you all had made love, you always saw how hot he was, you always wondered what it would be like to be intimate with him.
He blew your fucking mind, you want more.
It took everything in you not to have begged him to come over, to have not just showed up at his house, fuck to not lift your skirt up and fuck in your little office at work, you were so tempted. It took everything in you to keep it together, playing with your pussy imagining Choso’s tongue ring hitting your clit instead, whining in frustration when nothing worked.
You shift now in your seat, Choso is taking a break, he smiles at you but a really pretty blond comes up to him now, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering something in his ear. You tense as you sip your drink, tasting the tart juice on your tongue, he’s not yours, why should you care? He never has been, and one night of sex didn’t change that.
She’s holding her phone out and laughing, she’s really pretty, you think, Choso laughs a bit, genuinely enjoying her. She looks like Yuki, that’s his type, right? And that’s fine, why do you care, why does the sight of them apparently exchanging numbers make you feel sick to your stomach? When this was all your idea, not Choso’s.
Did Choso even want you, or was this just some… friendship, feeling sorry for you… going along with it? He had talked to you constantly, but he certainly had not hit on you, even when you sent kind of suggestive pics, not once did he ask to see more, or even act like a ‘friend with benefits’ you almost wondered if he wanted to do it again at all.
Until he’d asked you to come over.
You hear your name, and a whistle, and look to your left, mouth dropping open when you see him, the guy that had taken your high school heart and crushed it, Satoru fucking Gojo. How you’d missed his shocking white hair you have no clue, maybe you’d been too absorbed in the show. Now he’s smirking down at you, looking as gorgeous if not more so.
Fucker.
“You really filled out late, hmm? Look hot as fuck.” He says, earning your glare, and he’s smirking more now.
“Fuck off, Gojo.”
“That’s not a good greeting, pretty.” He pouts those full lips at you, standing right in front of you at the bar, towering over you, he’s just a little taller than Choso. He’s got a drink in his hand, you smile at it.
“You drinking a pink pussy?”
“Fuck off it’s yummy.” You both laugh then, you hold out your hand to shake his, but he pulls it in, kissing the back of it.
High school you would be freaking the fuck out at this, but you remember Gojo breaking up with you at prom, and that really hurt at the time. Honestly you were broken over him for a whole damn year after, he’d been such a little shit then, surely he hasn’t changed. But also…
Your mind is wrapped in your best friend, the best friend who is dancing as there is different music playing now, a girl grinding on him. You take a shaky breath, realizing you’re being foolish. You perhaps can’t separate the two, sex from relationships, maybe you do need more experience.
“So… how have you been, pretty?” His words shake you out of your thoughts.
“I’m good, Gojo. You?” You ask, eyes back up to his, swirling blue intense eyes that had your heart in high school.
“I’m really good. Running the family business, so fun.” He rolls his eyes, and you smile at that.
“I’m sure you do great.”
“So you with Choso finally?”
“Oh, no. Still friends.” You blush, looking down at your now empty drink, Satoru takes it from your grip, ordering you a pink pussy. “I don’t want that!”
“We’ll both drink pussy tonight.” He says with an audacious wink, and you gasp at that, earning his chuckle as he hands you the pink drink.
“You’re too much.” You say, sipping it. “Yummy though.”
“Your pussy is yummy?” You gasp again, smacking at his chest, and he throws his head back with laughter, deep and husky.
“Maybe it is.” You say with a shy look down, and he curses softly.
“Oh fuck. You finally lost your pesky virginity?”
You sip the drink, glaring at him over the cup. “Oh fuck off, jock.”
“Not anymore. I’m lazy.”
“Sure you are.” You shove at him again, but he pins you between his arms, pressing you against the bar. “Why now? You didn’t like me enough then.”
“Maybe I was a jock idiot.” He murmurs, leaning far too close, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “Can I get a re-do? Grab some food sometime?”
You take a breath then, inhaling some stupidly expensive cologne. “I don’t know, Gojo, I just got out of a bad breakup.”
“So let’s fuck then.”
“Gojo!” You sigh, head leaning back, he’s chuckling.
“I’m kidding… kinda. A date with adult Gojo, not jock Gojo?”
“Ah, still doing that third person shit.” He sticks his tongue out at you. “Maybe we can grab a bite sometime. But no promises.”
Gojo grins, white teeth glinting, and he backs off, letting you breathe, you see Choso is finishing the dance up, and the girl is kissing on his cheek. You can see his blush from here, see his hand respectfully on her shoulder, while her hands are all over his chest, making your tummy turn.
You’re stupid. You had pined for Gojo, letting Choso go, only to now pine for Choso, and maybe let Gojo go. You can’t be that dumb girl.
Choso looks at you both now, eyes narrowing, and you decide to tiptoe, yanking Gojo down by his dress shirt, kissing his cheek. Choso glares now, leaving that girl finally and coming towards you both. You’re being petty and stupid, all while Satoru Gojo’s lips are almost against yours now, his big hand cupping your face.
“You did lose it, huh?” He teases, you snort, nodding now. “Aww you’re not such a goody goody.”
“You’re still a dick, Gojo.” You lean down, stepping back, only for him to bend low and kiss your cheek now, soft lips that were your first kiss all those years ago.
“Give me your number, little brat.” He murmurs.
“Oh fine. Don’t annoy me too much.” You give him your phone number as Choso walks by, and Gojo smiles at him.
“Great show, man, you killed it.” He says, and Choso smiles back a bit, nodding and holding a hand out.
“Thanks man. Fuck your best friend though.”
“I know, shit move.” Gojo says, shaking his head. “Pussy really fucks your head up though, y’know?”
“I do know. Catching up?” He asks now, looking at you directly, and you nod just a bit, as Gojo checks his phone.
“Shit, gotta go. Text me, pretty?” He asks you, kissing your cheek again, you sigh, shrugging one bare shoulder.
“Maybe.”
“Ouch.” He shivers again, grinning at Choso. “You’ve got a mean ass, hot ass best friend you know. Later!” Gojo’s lanky form disappears, leaving you and Choso alone, tense, just staring at each other.
“Great show, Choso.” You say, and he scoffs, glaring now. “What?”
“Gojo, really?”
“Really what? I told him maybe a drink. What’d you tell the pretty blond?” You ask then, and Choso flushes, looking away.
“You told me don’t hold back. Just friends.”
“Yep. So.”
“But Gojo?”
“What about it? What do you care?” You set your drink down then, grabbing your purse and slinging it over your shoulder.
“Don’t go! What’s your problem?”
“That I sucked so bad at sex you didn’t want to again.” You whisper, choking up now, and his violet eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open, but you walk away, pressing through the writhing sea of bodies.
“Wait, what!?”
“Great show. I didn’t miss a single one you know.” He stops you then, in front of the building, in the cool night air, which you suck in greedily, turning you to him.
“You didn’t?” He asks softly.
“Not one. How could I? I’m so proud of you. I just hung out at the back of the club so you wouldn’t know.” Choso exhales, closing his eyes now.
“Why do you think I don’t wanna feel your perfect pussy again?” He whispers, making your pussy clench around nothing, you bite your lower lip, drawing his attention to it, he steps closer to you, taking over your senses.
“You didn’t bring it up all week! Even after pics of me in my slutty ass nightie I sent.”
“I thought you slept in that!?”
“No!”
“I didn’t think you wanted to. I was afraid it was too weird. And you didn’t bring it up again, either… I can’t just ask for more, it seems disrespectful!”
“You could have. I would have sent them. I’m stupid.”
“You’re not! Don’t just go home. Please, come over.” He pulls you flush against him now, and your lashes flutter shut.
“Invite the pretty girl over, don’t let me ruin-” Choso slams his lips on yours, and fuck it feels so good, you whine out softly, tip toeing as he bends down, pressing you against the brick wall of the club. His hands grip your waist, as he pulls back, eyes lidded.
“I want you so fucking bad. Can’t get it out of my head.” He says against your lips, you taste his sweet breath, mingling with yours, your hands come to grip his band shirt, feeling the sweat of him, only serving to turn you on more, especially when his thigh presses between yours.
“This is a bad idea. We shouldn’t have.” You say then, as you grind on his leg, crying out softly.
“Fuck…” He moans so quiet, his hands pressing into your waist, burning you through your corset. “No, we should do it again.”
“What!?”
“Yes, to… prove we can just… do that…”
“Oh, yes… maybe… that’s it…” He slides your skirt up, pulling his thigh away, finding you sopping wet over your panties, his eyes flutter shut as you cry out, back arching. “Not here.”
“Not here. Fuck, can you wait till I take you home?” He asks, and you shake your head, especially when his finger sinks into your heat, filling you so good, finger pressing on that spot, making you see stars in the night.
“Please.” You whisper, soaking wet, dripping down his fingers.
“I need you in my bed, not just-”
“Car.”
He blinks then, in shock at your boldness, and maybe you were too, but you can’t stand it, the throbbing need. “In the car?”
“Bathroom.”
“Oh fuck, you’re down to one word sentences, shit.” He looks around, as if thinking of his best options. “What if I get you off in the car then we go back to my place? Will that work?”
“Maybe.” He laughs a bit softly, caressing your jaw.
“I missed kissing you already.”
“Fuck.” You can’t form more than one word, not when he’s rubbing your clit right outside this club, and kissing you again, tongue ring clicking against your teeth, tongue devouring your mouth.
“You’re so wet, I… come on.” He drags you eagerly through the club, women are trying to stop him, but he ignores them completely, dragging you back in the club where you haven’t seen. “There’s a… private room for the band back here.”
He shuts the door to the room with a quiet click, locking it and turning to you then, picking you up like it’s nothing, carrying you to the little couch in the room, kissing your lips again, hungry now. He’s moaning over you, tongues entwining, and you can’t stop your hips from shifting up. He eagerly slides up your skirt, as you struggle to breathe a bit in your top.
“Is it uncomfy?” He asks gently.
“When I lay down, yeah, um… not when I sit up.”
“Oh shit, okay.” He sits you up carefully, turning you so your legs are on the edge of the couch, between your thighs now, and you tug at the pigtails he has on, earning a look of hunger in his violet gaze. “You look so fucking hot tonight.”
“You do. Ah!” He’s kissing up your thighs now, spreading them, and you’re pulling more and more. “Cho, please…”
“Please what, angel?” He whispers, making you jerk when his tongue traces the top of your inner thigh, his breath against your pussy. He shoves your thong to the side, revealing glistening lips, moaning. “Fuck you weren’t even this wet last time.”
“You on that stage did things.” You admit, and he blushes, pulling your hips towards his face, taking your hand and making you hold your panties aside.
“What do you want, use your words. And more than one.” He teases, and you glare now.
“You know…”
“Say it.”
“Make me cum with your tongue, please.” He groans now, then he’s pulling you to him, tongue swiping up your slit, and you have to cover your mouth to stop the scream that comes out.
“This taste…” He whispers, your hand clutches the panties so hard they dig in, when he spreads your pussy lips, sliding his tongue inside. You’re soaking his face at an embarrassing speed, thighs trembling when he flicks it up, looking up at you now.
“Cho… fuck…” You whisper, breasts heaving in the corset as you look down at him. “Take em off.”
He slips them off quickly, tossing your thong on the floor, and burying his face back against you, tongue flicking so fast you can’t take it, slipping two thick fingers in your slick pussy. He stretches you out so good, your head falls back, pulling on his pigtails for more, as his tongue and fingers work you so perfectly. You’re overheated, mind whirling, vision darkening.
Choso’s touches, his kisses, his fingers pumping in and out do you in. You cover your face with both hands, legs shaking violently as your orgasm hits so hard, and you’re gushing down his face, his hand. He drinks you up, the sounds loud and lewd, slurping up every bit that pours, your walls fluttering. You yank him up again now, and drag his lips to yours, tasting yourself on them.
He moans into your mouth as you rub him over his jeans, making him hiss, stopping your hand. “Angel I’m fine just making you cum.”
“Want your cock. Now.” He blinks again, looking at you in surprise. “You felt so good in me, please.”
“Fuck… I don’t have a…”
“I don’t care.” You’ve unzipped him now, letting out his thick length, pumping it with your hand, up and down. “I never haven’t used one, I’m clean.”
“Me too… I always used one… fuck, we’re doing this, oh my god...” He flips you now, to where you’re straddling him on the couch, and starts grinding you against his cock, you’re clutching him as you slide back and forth, head lolling to the side for his kisses. “You feel so good, I wanted to fuck you so bad all week.”
“No…”
“Yes, fuck yes. I swear. Jerked off every night.” You gasp then, when he slides into you, filling you so full, his cock stretching your slick cunt out. You both pause, at the feeling of him without a condom, your breath comes out in little pants, as does his, his eyes rolling back for a moment. “Oh fuck you feel even better, you’re so hot-”
You slam your lips on his now, rolling your hips, and he’s groaning into your lips, bucking his hips up, slamming into your cervix. “I haven’t been on top… I don’t…”
“I’ll use you then, huh baby?” He whispers, mentally fucking you, as you look at him in desire, nodding, as if you know what the fuck he means. “Hold on to me.”
You do as he says, still confused, wrapping your arms around him, then he’s fucking up into you, so hard you cum all over his cock, making him slow, cheeks flushed, lips glossy, pulling at your corset and biting and sucking on your exposed breasts hungrily. He keeps fucking up into you, and you’re gushing down his jeans as he does, feeling the denim brush your sensitive skin.
“Choso… Choso…” You’re crying out, and he’s crying out your name, the squishing of your pussy louder as he fucks harder, his piercing rolling on your walls as his weeping tip knocks your cervix.
“You feel so perfect, fuck you’re pretty, why would… you think I… wouldn’t want you…” He whispers, fucking you so good tears are falling from your eyes, you’re sniffling, trying to grasp at him, to keep you tethered. “Wanna cum in your perfect pussy, fill you up.”
“Choso!” You feel yourself closer and closer, as he’s muttering to himself, to you, grabbing your ass so hard, dragging you down his length, over and over. “Why… would you think… I didn’t…want you!?”
“You’re too p-pretty-”
“Fuck off. Fuck me.” Your head is thrown back now, hair falling down your back as he does just that, biting on your throat now, as you cum again, this time it sends shockwaves, you realize Choso was gentler last time, as he pounds up hard. You pull back and see his pussy drunk eyes, matching your cock drunk ones.
His hand comes to pull your hair at the base, his thrusts slowing, moving his hips just so as you’re pulsing around his cock. “Close… close, you feel too good, you feel so… cum again, f’me please. Please.”
He’s rubbing your clit between you both now, and you shatter over him, his lips try to absorb some of the sound but it’s nearly impossible, you’ve completely lost any sense, just how good Choso Kamo feels inside you, raw. He huffs now, fucking faster and faster, before pulling you up and off him, still on his lap, and you watch the white ropes of cum pouring all over.
He’s moaning so sexy, looking right at you, free hand cupping your face, and your hand joins his, finishing pumping out his cum, making him gasp. “Feel s’good, angel, s’good.” He whispers.
“You felt so good, Choso. M’weak…” You say softly, looking at where your hands are joined, his cum all over both of them now.
“I wanted to cum in you so bad, but that’s… intimate. Huh?” He says softly, searching your eyes, and you nod a bit, looking around and grabbing tissues, cleaning him and you up carefully. He’s struggling to get a breath, as you realize what you’ve done, panicking. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing.” You pull on your panties now, with shaky hands, pussy aching from him, entire body lit up. You wanna cuddle him, kiss him, sleep with him all damn night, this isn’t normal this-
“Please, I’ll think I did something wrong again.” He whispers, kissing your neck, holding you against him.
“I suck at the um… friends with benefits thing, Is all.”
“Suck, no you’re… amazing. What do you mean? Pussy is perfect.” You turn then, nervously looking up at him.
“Cho, how serious will you get with a girl before you stop fucking me?” He blinks then, shaking his head.
“I… I’m not gonna date someone any time soon, I told you…”
“So if you go on dates, you’ll still…”
“I mean, until it’s a full relationship, yes. What about you?” He asks then, as he adjusts his jeans.
“Of course I agree. So if you go on dates… as long as you don’t…”
“I would never sleep with someone and not tell you, especially if we’re not using anything. I’m not like that anyway.” He says, looking down at you now. “You’re the first like this for me too. I don’t wanna fuck up.”
“I just need to separate it, that's all.” You say, and his mouth opens, but the door knocks, and you head toward it.
“Separate what?” He asks, pausing you at the door.
“Sex from… feelings I guess.” You mumble, feeling mortified. Choso gulps now, cupping your face in his hands. “I won’t sleep with anyone without telling you either, I promise.”
“And will you sleep with anyone? With Gojo?” He asks, the knocks continue, and he sighs. “In a minute!”
“With Gojo? I can’t stand him. I just… said maybe we’d catch up. What about you and-”
“You were in love with him.”
“And!? What do you care, you’re just my friend, right?” He glares, jaw locking, pressing his hand against your pussy, you gasp.
“Friend that just made you cum over and over.” He whispers, so you lean close, so close you can taste him.
“And I made you cum all over, so much cum too.” You whisper back, before stepping away, taking a breath, leaving him visibly shaken, his eyes dilating as he presses against you. “We will be honest, always. If you don’t want to… fuck me… you can just tell me, okay?”
“As if that’ll happen.” He stops you once more, pressing you against the door, kissing you again. You pull back.
“Only around sex, for kissing. Right?” He glares again, you want his kiss, you want all of Choso, you feel you’ve opened some stupid can of worms now.
“Maybe I wanna fuck you again, cum in-”
Knock Knock Knock.
“Choso!” You hear Yuji whining, and you both separate quickly, you try to get yourself together.
“Come to my place tonight.” He says softly, as he goes to open the door. You can’t stand another night in his arms, you’re already too attached, being just too stupid, what were you thinking? Maybe you didn’t think you’d feel all this…
“Maybe we can see each other tomorrow?” He frowns then, nodding, and you kiss his cheek, before darting out, ignoring everything, pussy throbbing, entire body ignited, and your heart, your mind!?
You’re confused. All you know is you can’t stand the thought of your best friend with someone, and that’s against the rules you all just made. You’re going to have to shove it back, going to have to…
But how!? How when he looked at you like that while he fucked you raw.
You take a breath, heading back into the club, to say something, anything, maybe you’re rude, maybe…
Choso’s sitting next to her, that girl, and they’re laughing.
After he was inside you.
You turn away before you make a fool of yourself, it’s just sex, it’s just sex, you’re just friends.
You get into the back of the ride you order, as your screen lights up, but it’s not Cho Bear…
It’s Satoru Gojo.
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 6
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
DEFINETLY NSFW! Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
For somebody that filled her romance novels with plenty of smut… Sky wasn’t exactly as experienced as one may expected.
Actually…she was woefully inexperienced.
There had been Admon…and Admon it had been.
The rest of the stuff in her books…well, that was just her fantasy wildly spinning stories about how sex should feel. Informed by plenty of books she had read, other authors, and of course…there were the two people that got to read every book she wrote before it was published: Orla, her publisher, and her friend Ressina, who was nice enough to take the pen to every thing she wrote that was woefully inaccurate.
Because nothing ever felt to her like she portrayed it in the books.
Maybe that was normal. Maybe it was because of course her books portrayed something…better than reality, an escape from it. But still…sometimes Sky had just wondered…
As Azriel carried her towards the bedroom, Sky couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. It wasn’t that she didn’t want this, she did, more than anything. But the truth was, she was…nervous.
She had written about this moment countless times, had described it in vivid detail in her novels. But now that it was actually happening, she felt…insecure. What if it wasn’t as good in real life as she made it out to be on paper? What if she did disappoint him?
(Sky knew that she had disappointed Admon numerous times…that she seemingly had never been enough for him…had been so bad at it in fact that he had instead slept with her sister…which was a whole other kettle of fish that she really didn’t want ot think to close about right now.)
Sky tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the here and now.
Azriel was here with her, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She could feel it in the way he held her, the way he looked at her. And yet, that nagging feeling of doubt still lingered.
And then there was the fact while he had admitted to sending his shadows to search for her… Sky was still keeping a rather big secret.
“Az…Azriel…” she said hesitantly. “There…there is one thing you should know about me.”
Azriel paused, setting Sky down on the bed gently before turning to look at her.
"Go on," he prompted her gently, taking her hand in his as he sat down next to her and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You can tell me anything, Sky." She believed him. he wouldn’t judge her. She was sure of that as well.
“You…You k…know how…how I…I write… ro…romance no..novels?” Sky asked him, biting her lip.
Azriel nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I do," he said, leaning in closer to her. "You told me.”
“I…I am Sellyn Drake,” she blurted out.
She had never outright admitted it to another person.
Ressina had been the one who had send off her first manuscript to be published…and Orla had met with her…these were the two people in existence that knew that Skylar Alden was also Sellyn Drake. And Skylar had always been comfortable with keeping it that way.
There was no need to tell anybody else.
Which was why it worked so well, that Ressina was an artist and could paint the bookcovers for her. No need whatsoever to let anybody else see the hesitant first drafts until she was sure this was where she wanted to go. Just Ressina. Just one of her very few friends. If not her only.
Azriel stared at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?" he asked, completely taken aback. "You're...Sellyn Drake?" There was no…outright disbelief in his voice, just shock.
*We know! We made Master read your books!* the shadows cooed. *Lady Death, The Priestess and The Shopkeeper love them too!*
She had no idea who any of these people were but…
Azriel's eyes widened even further as the shadows spoke up. "You...you knew about this?" he asked them, turning towards the shadows in disbelief. "You knew. That’s why you gave me her books to read!”
This was just getting better and better.
Sky, who had been watching Azriel and the shadows’ exchange with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
“Do…Do they always…” she couldn’t even put it into words.
Azriel sighed. “They like to meddle,” he said darkly. “And this time they were particularly persistent.” He shot a reproachful look at the shadows, who cowered a little under his gaze. "I won't lie, they did manipulate me into reading your books. And when my shadows do something they are rather...convincing."
She swallowed.
“Did…did you…li…like them at…at least?” Sky asked hesitantly.
Azriel hesitated for a moment before answering.
"I...I did," he admitted earnestly. "Your writing...it's brilliant, Sky.” Her heart soared at his words. She treasured them, hoarding them away like a dragon. But he wasn’t done. “The characters, the emotions, the way you make the reader feel everything...it's incredible. I couldn't put them down."
Sky grinned at his words, feeling a swell of pride in her chest. "I…I'm glad you..you li…liked them," she said softly.
*Master especially liked the…*
“Shut. Up.” Azriel snapped, his ears reddening and Sky started laughing. She could just about imagine what the shadows wanted to tell her at that moment.
Azriel groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I'm going to kill them," he muttered under his breath.
"They…they are ju…just try…trying to help you, aren't they?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand in hers. Only now she noticed the violent scars that marred them, the texture of raised and bumpy skin…but she didn’t care. Not one bit.
*Of course, we are,* the shadows said, like any other idea was simply blasphemous. *We gave Master the best information we could. So that Master would know what you like.*
Sky probably shouldn't find it as adorable as she did. But the lengths they had gone to...the way they had made Azriel read her books so that he would know what she liked...nobody in her life had ever gone to these lengths just to find out what she liked.
"I swear I am not a total creep," Azriel told her with a grimace.
Sky laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "No…no, no, you're not," she assured him, squeezing his, hands gently. "I…I ac…actually think it's… quite… sweet. In a weird, sli…slightly invasive kind of way. But sweet nonetheless."
"I think you are the only female that could possible think that," Azriel muttered, glaring at the shadows that didn't seem apologetic in the slightest.
Sky grinned, leaning in closer to him. "It’s… endearing,” she finally settled on. “Maybe even a lit…little bit charming," she promised him earnestly.
Azriel looked at her incredulously, his expression softening a little. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?" he asked her.
Sky shook her head. "No. No, I'm not," she said, her voice unwavering. "I…I mean it, Azriel. It iss actually really sweet that you would go to… such lengths just to try to un…understand me better. And you ad…admitted to it. And not just after the mating bond was accepted but within hours of meeting me."
Azriel didn't keep it a secret, even when he could have, and she would have been none the wiser.
"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I'm not going to question it," he whispered.
She swallowed. That's what she was thinking. The exact same words.
Sky pulled him down, letting his forehead rest against hers.
"I know that...that I am supposed to cook you something...but how disappointed would you be if I gave you one of those caramel bonbons in my purse to accept the bond instead?" she asked him softly, meeting his gaze.
His eyes widened and he stared at her in pure, undiluted wonder.
"I could not possible be dissappointed by whatever you offered me," Azriel whispered. "But...are you...are you sure?"
"I am being utterly selfish," she whispered. "Yes. I want you." She didn't care that people would have thoughts about it...that she was rushing into this.
They were probably right.
But Sky really didn't care. Sky only wanted him. Sky was ready to throw caution overboard and rush into this headfirst without a thought about the consequences, if that meant that she would get her mate.
"Then let's be selfish together," Azriel whispered.
With shaky hands she reached into her purse, finding one of the caramel bonbon she kept in there...unwrapped it out of the paper and then...then she offered it to him, lifting it to his lips.
Azriel looked at the bonbon, then at her, and for a moment she thought he would say something. But then his mouth opened and he took it from her hand... He chewed it, swallowing carefully, his gaze never wavering from hers. For a moment, they stayed suspended in that moment of tension, the only sound their breathing. And then, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed her as if she was the most precious thing in his entire world.
A Mating Frenzy had always been protrayed as animalistic in every book she read. So of course, Sky had written the exact same thing.
But it wasn't...not really.
Not for them.
And being with Azriel was also a far cry from being with Admon...mostly because then it had often been...embarrassing and painful.
Admon had always found something to criticise on her body...foreplay had been nonexistent, even when she had tried...and while he had been more than willing to use her mouth to find his own pleasure he had never returned that favour.
With Azriel it was different. Every touch, every caress, every kiss made her feel things she had never felt before. It was like her body was coming alive for the first time.
All her senses were heightened, every nerve in her body singing with pleasure, and Sky couldn't get enough of him. She wanted more. No, she needed more. As Azriel trailed kisses down her throat, she arched her back, pressing herself against him, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him that she could reach.
"Can I...Can I touch your wings?" she asked breathlessly, not wanting to...cross some unsaid line.
"Please," Azriel breathed out. "Yes, Sky, please." He lifted his wings, extending them out behind him, giving her free rein to touch and explore to her heart's content. As Sky's fingers brushed against the contours of his wings, Azriel let out a low, guttural moan, his wings twitching and shuddering at the sensation. They were massive and pitch black.
"They are beautiful," she whispered, running her hands over the silky black skin, feeling the warmth radiating from them.
He shuddered at her touch, his wings arching and trembling beneath her gentle caress. he leaned his forehead against hers as he gently tipped her back against the bed and she went willingly, wrapping her hands over the gleaming talons at the tip of his wings as she kissed him.
Azriel growled softly in response, his hands sliding up beneath her dress, opening the lacing in one fluid motion. As the dress fell open, revealing her body beneath, Azriel pulled back for a moment, looking down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "You are so beautiful," he breathed, his gaze roaming over her body.
She didn't even have the time to feel self-conscious, not when she was drowning in the waves of desire that shot across their bond from him. Not when her whole body seemingly trembled against his and she kissed him again, opening her mouth to his tongue.
He slipped open the dress and she opened her mouth, halfway ready to tell him how he could get the corset she wore off, but he already opened the lacing. "Why?" he asked her softly, as he saw the red indents left on her body, and she grimaced.
"Claire," she whispered.
She wore corsets usually for support, because her breast could get heavy and painful without the proper support...but she never laced them as tightly as she did when she saw her family. Or her sister. Then she pulled them tight, trying to squash her body to be something…something her family could stomach, something they maybe wouldn't comment on...she always failed.
Azriel hissed softly, his fingers lightly tracing the red marks on her skin. She knew that they looked horrible, and yet he looked...angered? Almost furious. His expression softened as he looked back into her eyes, his fingers gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Why would you do something like that to yourself, Sky?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "You are beautiful. You don't need to change anything about your body." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to a particularly hard imprint the corset had left.
Sky swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as emotion welled up in her chest. No one had ever said something like that to her, had ever made her feel like she was good enough just the way she was. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she just nodded, feeling a single tear slip down her cheek. Azriel wiped it away with his thumb, his other hand coming up to cup her face tenderly.
"You are perfect," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Just the way you are. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Not even your family." Sky leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and just focusing on the closeness, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished and protected.
With every word he spoke, she felt a weight lifting off her shoulders, her fears and insecurities melting away. She realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who truly saw her, the real her. Who accepted her exactly as she was, flaws and all.
It was so easy to sink into that. So easy to trust him. So easy to just kiss him, as she pushed the shirt he wore over his shoulders...to feel acres of gold skin, dotted with scars and dark markings...to bare him for her view and see how utterly gorgeous her mate was.
He growled softy as she ran her hand down his chest, tracing the scars that marked his skin. His body was a tapestry of pain and survival, yet she wasn't deterred. She only found him more beautiful for it.
"Mine," she whispered, pressing her lips to his chest, to one particularly nasty scar. "All mine." She could feel his heart pounding beneath her lips, the steady beat matching the rhythm of her own heartbeat. Her hands trailed down his chest, his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his trousers.
It was so easy.
So easy, to shed clothing until they were bare...so easy to press against him and feel warm, perfect skin...so easy to relax underneath him as he stretched over her...so easy to simply cup his face as she kissed him...as her legs wrapped around his hips and he groaned and she whimpered as she felt him...hot and hard and huge, pressing against her...She was dripping wet without him even laying as single finger on her beneath the waist.
Azriel didn't look unaffected, his breath coming in ragged pants, his eyes fixed on hers as they were blown wide and dark with want. He didn't move, didn't kiss her, didn't pull her closer. He only waited. Waited for her.
"I need you," she whimpered. "Please. Please, Az." He let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hips rocking gently against her, teasing them both with the heat and friction between them.
Nothing hurt. Nothing ever even threatened to hurt...Even as she could feel him notch against her there...even when she could feel herself lewdly stretched open on his cock...
It was so soft and gentle and sweet and…
It was everything Sky had ever wanted.
Not the rough kind of fucking...not the animalistic coupling she wrote half the time...but she had wanted this. She had wanted sweetness and adoration and...love...and to be wrapped up in her mate's arms like she was a precious, precious thing. She had wanted whispered praised against her skin and to be touched like she mattered...
"Sky," he whispered, his hands running up her side, his touch was soft and soothing, worshipping her body. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, and there was something...almost overwhelming about it.
About the way he made her feel. The way he made her feel loved and adored. The way he made her feel cherished. Her hands wandered up to his back, tracing the muscles shifting beneath scarred, scarred skin.
She could feel him trembling, feel the tension in his body as he held himself back, but still, he moved in slow and gentle thrusts, taking his time. He worshipped her - every little gasp and moan, every curve of her body. He traced her shape with his fingertips and lips, exploring her as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.
She didn't know how long they stayed that way, their bodies as one, but Sky didn't care. She was surrounded by him - the heat of his skin, the sound of his breath, the way he whispered her name like a prayer. Sky could feel the love and devotion pouring through the bond, washing over her in waves, and she knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be. With him, in his arms, completely and utterly whole.
It nearly came as a shock as she came.
A breathless moan fell from her lips as her orgasm rushed over her, her body arching as she called out his name. He kissed her through it, murmuring praise against her lips as he held her close, his own release following soon after.
They stayed there for a moment, tangled together, both of them breathless and sated. Azriel's wings slowly wrapped around them, cocooning them in a warm, protective embrace that made Sky feel safe and cherished in a way she had never experienced before.
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There was not one inch of his mate's body that wasn't utterly beautiful. From the tips of her arched ears, to her beautiful eyes...to the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist and the soft flesh of her belly and the flare of her hips...she smelled so good too...especially now that their scents had started to mix, and he could breath in caramel and hazelnuts and cedars and the sweet, beautiful scent of happiness as she laid underneath him. His head was bedded on her stomach, as she drew short fingernails through his messy dark hair. He nearly wanted to start to purr as she scratched at his scalp.
Azriel felt...content.
More content than he ever remembered feeling. He was wrapped up in her, his mate, with her gentle hands in his hair, and he felt utterly and completely at peace. He didn't care if they never moved from that bed again. He didn't care if the world outside their little cocoon burned. So long as she was by his side, he was content. He had never felt like this before. He had never felt this...happy. This...whole.
"I need to go feed Hector," Sky told him softly, trailing her fingers through his hair.
"Can I just have the shadows kidnap him and bring him here?" he asked, not wanting to move.
"You can't go kidnapping my cat, Az," she chided him gently, but even as she said the words, she didn't stop drawing her fingers through his hair, and Azriel didn't move. He was far too comfortable.
"Why not?" he complained.
"You'll terrify him," she said with a laugh. "Besides, do you have cat food here?"
"I'll have the shadows find some Tuna," he mumbled.
"Do…Do they just ac…acquire whatever you tell them to?" she asked him with some amusement.
And lots of things he didn't tell them to, as well. They thought he didn’t know.
Azriel raised himself on his forearms, looking down at Sky with a glint in his eye. "You have no idea how many things I've acquired that way," he told her with a grin.
She lifted her hands, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards her, resting her forehead against his. "You're a menace," she murmured against his lips.
"Your menace," he replied, kissing her softly.
Sky smiled, a warm, slow curve of her lips that made his chest feel tight. "Mine," she agreed, her voice soft. "But no kidnap…kidnapping my cat. He's at home."
"We could make this our home," he protested softly. "Move in with me."
Azriel had no fucking clue what was even coming over him. They should have slowed down, stopped to think...but neither of them seemed to want to.
They just…they seemed utterly content to crash through what other people considered a normal timeline and just be together right now.
He just wanted to be near her. He wanted to share a life with her, a home. He wanted to curl up with her in front of the fire on a cold winter's night, and spend lazy Sunday mornings in bed with her. He wanted to take her flying, and watch as she wrote and listened to her read the words she wrote.
And he wanted - Gods, he wanted her to want that too. He held his breath as he waited for her response.
For a moment, she was silent, and Azriel wondered if he had stepped too far, asked too much too soon.
But then, Sky smiled again, her eyes sparkling with emotions.
"...Al…Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll…I’ll move in with you."
Azriel couldn't help but grin as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, still unable to believe his ears.
"Really," she echoed with a laugh, before her expression turned serious. "But I…I have one co…condition."
Azriel raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "What is it?"
"If I move in with you..." she began, wrapping her arms around his neck. "All my books need to come to," she told him seriously.
Azriel laughed, leaning back in to kiss her softly. "All your books can come, if that's what you want," he said. "As long as you're here, I don't care what else you bring."
And then the shadows unceremoniously dumped a screeching demon on the bed with them.
Sky let out a surprised yelp as Hector landed next to them with a thud, quickly scrambling away from the cat - and from under Azriel's weight. Azriel, for his part, sprang up, his wings flaring out in alarm. For several long moments, the three of them just stared at each other. Hector, his mismatched eyes glowing, his fur puffed up to twice it’s normal size, and Sky, her expression a mixture of surprise and affection as she looked at her pet. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Well, that's one way to introduce the two of you. Az, meet Hector."
...Gods, the shadows had really not been lying when they said that the cat was the ugliest thing they had ever seen.
Azriel slowly lowered his wings, eyeing the creature that was half-cat and half-demon. "He...looks like he wants to kill me," he said slowly.
Sky laughed, reaching out to scratch Hector's head. "He's just grumpy because he got teleported here so suddenly," she told him. "And he's not used to strangers." Hector's fur slowly flattened, and he began to purr, rubbing his head against Sky's hand. "Besides, he'd never hurt anyone," she added, looking up at Azriel with a smile.
Somehow Azriel highly doubted that.
Sky picked Hector up, cradling the cat in her arms as his purring grew louder. "See? He's not so bad," she told Azriel, moving towards him, and Azriel had to resist the urge to back away. "Hold out your hand, let him sniff you. He just needs to get used to you."
Azriel hesitantly held out his hand, trying his best to ignore the way Hector's eyes seemed to glow with an eerie light. After a moment, Hector moved forward, sniffing at Azriel's hand. Azriel felt the soft brush of whiskers against the palm of his hand, and Hector nudged his head against him, purring louder.
"See, he loves you!" Sky said enthusiastically
Azriel let out a laugh, slowly scratching the top of Hector's head. "I think he's just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before he scratches my eyes out, you know."
She rolled her eyes, "You are the most handsome cat I know," she cooed at him. "And you won't ever scratch out Azriel's eyes. No, you won't.”
Azriel would not quite go as far as describe the cat as handsome...but then...his own scarred hands weren't particularly beautiful either.
So Hector and him had that in common.
And the fact that they both wanted to cuddle with Sky. Actually, he was pretty sure that the cat hated him just for taking away his monopoly on that.
But Azriel would have shared a house with the King of Hybern if that meant that he got to have Sky in his bed.
She smiled at him, her eyes warm and adoring. "I knew you two would hit it off," she said, holding Hector in the crook of her arm. The cat stared at Azriel for a moment, as if sizing him up, before leaping off Sky's lap and disappearing under the bed with a soft patter of paws. "He'll warm up to you eventually," Sky assured him, but Azriel wasn't so sure about that.
He pulled Sky in closer to him, slipping back underneath the sheets with her, kissing her forehead. "I'll win him over, eventually," he promised her. At least, he hoped he would - he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of having to wake up with his throat being sliced open by an angry cat.
He would buy that damn cat all the Tuna in the world if that made Sky happy.
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9. What are your favorite pair of shoes?
• Combat boots! Though they broke and I no longer have them but those kinds of shoes are my absolute favorite. I wanted them since I was like 12 but my parents won't let me buy a pair bc they said I'd look weird. They expected me to give up but I never did. Got my first pair when I was 16 and I still love combat boots to this day!
21. What keeps you going during the day?
• The idea of plopping down on my bed afterward. I'm partially kidding lol. Mnhhhh, it would probably my desire to want a comfortable life for myself? I'm innately lazy and laid back but I find it's easier to live comfortably if I work hard for a bit then get to relax afterwards.
• Ohhhh, ironically— I actually also made a promise to myself that I'd become an elder sister that my 'lil sis can be proud of (we aren't blood related but I love her like she's my own blood). In my defense, this happened before I knew abt Ace. So, yeah ehe
24. What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?
• I do admit that I don't really wear a lot of jewelry. But I do have one singular thing that I wear every single day. It's a simple chain necklace with a rose quartz as a pendant. It has a lot of sentimental value to me. That's why I only ever take it off when I'm taking a bath.
• (Small note but I actually have other necklaces that I received as a gift. Obviously, I wanna wear them too...so that ends in an akward match-up with the necklace that I already have bc I refuse to take it off no matter what but I also wanna wear the gifted necklace to show my appreciation)
25. Favorite niche topic?
• Anything related to psychology. My best friend went into the topic of the human consciousness (which was a topic for a report I had at the time as well) and it ended with me yapping for over an hour long abt it. I dunno, I've just always love psychology since I was a kid and love learning anything abt the subject (except psychological statistics— that one's a nightmare pls)
You know me too well. Even when I'm in the middle of a now becoming obsession with Hoshina— that man is still lingering in my mind every now and then. The hold he has on me is too strong, I fear😭🫶
I enjoyed answering these questions! Thank you sm @that-student-that-has-homework !
Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!
Do you like watching sunsets?
Have you ever started a rumor?
What makes you laugh hard?
What's the last concert you went to?
If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?
What's your current vocal stim?
What shirt are you wearing?
Who or what is on your mind?
What are your favorite pair of shoes?
What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?
What three words describe you?
What's a funny memory you have?
Do you have any drunk stories?
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What is the worst food you've ever had?
What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?
If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?
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Current song on repeat?
Funniest inside joke?
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Most controversial take?
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*ੈ‧₊༺ “YOU’RE SO GORGEOUS I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING TO YOUR FACE!”
— karasu and his shy girlfriend!
characters: karasu tabito x fem!reader contents: fluff, teasing, reader visibly blushes a lot notes: i feel like this is my first time writing for shy!reader wth <900 wc | requested
“you’re starin’, babe,”
you’re snapped out of your reverie, gaze clearing out of your daze to look at the man in front of you. your cheeks burn, turning pinkish when a small smirk is thrown your way. “s-sorry! i was just, uh - yeah…” you trail off, deciding not to voice out your thoughts when you realize how weird it’d sound.
your boyfriend raises an eyebrow, skeptical at your deflection but he continues rummaging through his closet in search for a piece of shirt to wear nonetheless, fresh out of the shower after the grueling practice he’s had.
unfortunately for you though, that means he’s only clad in a pair of sweatpants, strutting around in the room with his torso bared for you to ogle at. which also means you have to amass in all the self control inside you and resist from drooling at the sight of all that naked skin.
you failed, obviously.
forcing your gaze down to the book you’re holding, you try to focus back on the printed words to avoid looking his way. suddenly the little bookmark that you’ve put aside on the nightstand appears in your vision, sliding into the space in between the pages before the book is pushed close by a set of fingers.
you look up to see karasu— unfortunately thankfully already dressed— sending you a knowing look, “you’re not even readin’ it,” he points out, making you sheepishly smile as you rest the book on your lap.
‘give it to him to notice even the littlest things,’ you huff at the thought.
he takes a seat beside you on the bed, shoulders brushing each other’s as he rests back against the headboard, throwing you a sideway glance. “ya gonna tell me what’s on your mind, pretty?”
your chin tucks inwards at the nickname out of habit, your teeth absently gnawing at your bottom lip. “you’re gonna laugh at me,” you mutter.
karasu smirks at your reluctance, “try me.”
you take another minute to contemplate before gathering your confidence, turning to sit facing towards him. “can i, uhm…” your fingers shyly fidget with themselves, eyes seeming to find the loose thread on the blankets more interesting than ever. “can i wear your jersey…?”
your voice is so small, so timid that karasu almost couldn’t catch what you’re saying. a flash of confusion crosses his face and he sits up to face you properly, about to reply when you abruptly burst out in a flurry of stutters.
“i-i mean…!” you squeak, “like, i-it’s completely fine if i can’t! i know you always give it to me during your games but - uh, y-you know! i also wanna wear it at home or to bed o-or like—“ his growing smile and glimmering eyes short circuit your brain.
heat creeps up your neck, your face flushing red as your voice dies out of embarrassment. if it were possible, there would’ve been puffs of steam coming out of your ears from how hot your body is becoming.
seemingly unable to control yourself anymore, you let yourself comically slump onto his chest to hide from his view. karasu reaches a hand towards your cheek, uttering out your name in a gentle call.
he does a second try when you don’t budge, sensing the amusement in his tone. you shake your head petulantly against him. “you’re laughing at me,” you grumble.
“what? ‘am not, promise!” the chuckle he’s been holding in seeps out through his breath. “are so,” you counter quietly.
you’re internally praying for your body temperature to go down fast, but his next set of words deems it impossible for it to do so.
“you’re so cute like this, ya know that?” karasu sighs, and your heartbeat quickens a tad bit.
“are you not going to give me an answer?” you mumble, still leaning into his space as you feel him playing with the little strands of your hair, the air around you becoming still yet comfortable.
“and here i thought giving you my jersey during my games already means full custody over it,” he muses. “why would i let ya hold on to it for as long as ya did if it’s not to wear it anytime ya want, dummy?”
another rush of embarrassment washes over you as you think over his explanation. “…you’ll never let me live this down, will you?” you groan.
karasu laughs, hearty and fond. “nah, you look too pretty all red like that for me to stop,” he drawls before grabbing your face in his hands, holding you in place when you make another attempt to hide your blush, overwhelmed at how close and attractive and good-looking and cocky and sexy—
you give yourself a mental slap on the face.
he drinks in your scrunched expression, the warmth from your flushed cheeks flows to his skin as he gives you another lopsided grin. “aw, did i fluster ya that much?” he teases.
“s-shut up.”
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