#camera: impulse af

[hogrot]

[icuuuuuthere]

Some kind of modern day religious metaphor

[mannen]

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Heeseung and Sunoo Dynamic Reading

I thought I start my more in-depth dynamic readings with these two. I will be doing this with Enhypen, TXT and BTS for now. These two are my favorite duo, but also an interesting duo. They don't particularly interact on camera, but energy wise they seem close. So, I thought I would see what is going on with them energetically for the moment. I will start with an overall energy and then see what each of them have going on energetically in the dynamic. Let's see what they are willing to share.

Overall energy: Okay, so their overall energy they got the House 8 energy card, which is about releasing old karma, fears. There are some challenges these two need to face within their dynamics. I feel there are old habits they both need to remove or getting rid of the old to transform their bond into something new. With this mercury energy, this is all about networking and communication. I do sense these two communicate a lot together. They help and learn from each other a lot. They may even get ideas from one another.

Now, with the 2 of Wands, these gives me they do have a strong connection. I always see this card as 2 people vibing well together, but the keyword on the card that states, sees the world differently is sticking out to me, so they both may be seeing things a little differently at the moment. I do see these two planning something, this card can indicate a collaboration or working together on something. I wonder if their differences make it hard for them to move forward with whatever they are planning. I do get this strong sense they are working on something together. 2 of Wands can indicate a creative collaborative endeavor. Okay, let move on to each of their energies within the dynamic.

Heeseung's energy: Now I pulled a couple of archetype cards to see which strong characteristics show for him within his dynamics with Sunoo. He got the child magical, but it showed up in shadow, which means he can be pretty pessimistic when it comes to their relationship. I heard, a little down in the dumps. He is also got the Introvert archetype card. I say emotionally within these dynamics, he feels a bit sad and down. I am not really sure why I am getting this or why he feels this way. I can also see this as him being a bit more chill and subtle when it comes to Sunoo.

Okay to the Tarot cards, we got the 5 of Wands, I did hear competing for his affection. He could also have competitive energy towards Sunoo as well. I can see fights and arguments between the two, not going to lie with this energy. But as I mention, when you are close, that is bound to happen. Now with this Emperor, he seems to take the lead in the dynamic. He might like to have the upper hand or just be the one to plan things out when they are together. He can also be pretty analytical when it comes to their dynamic. There are things he may want to manifest. Like, this Magician card is giving me, he needs to control the narrative, so I do get a sense of him needing control within the dynamic from Heeseung's end. I get a sense when things don't go his way, he kind of feels dejected and removes himself, kind of isolates himself from Sunoo. Just going to say, this dynamic is messy af.

Now, with this Aquarius energy card he got, the keywords inconsistent, impulsive and unpredictable did stick out. I can see those being a thing within the dynamic. Their dynamic can be a bit all over the place. But there is also an independence he has, a need to do his own thing. I also see him rationalizing his emotions, rather than stepping into his emotions. He seems like the type who doesn't like to feel his emotions. I guess this plays a role in their dynamic. But there are things he wants to change and develop with this dynamic. Aquarius energy is also a need to want to help others, so he may feel this need to help Sunoo, like he feels has to.

Now, for his guidance message as to how to improve or develop this dynamic. He needs to understand that they are a team, and he should work on collaborating with him. I feel he likes to take more of the lead and control and may not allow Sunoo space for his ideas. I also feel Heeseung just like to do things on his own and do it all himself, I feel him on this, same way, but this card is guiding him to lean into blending his ideas with Sunoo, rather than putting all the responsibility on himself. Okay, going to move on to Sunoo.

Sunoo's Energy: Well, his energy is a mess too and he doesn't seem all that happy. So, for the archetype he got the seeker card, he is always looking for change, to evolve, to try something new. With this Judge card, Sunoo seems more balanced, more into blending ideas with Heeseung. More about an equal give and take. He likes taking his ideas to consideration but can also make decisions on his own if need be. I see a lot of his cards have a greenish blue color, these colors correlate with the throat and heart chakra. Sunoo is all about speaking from the heart, communicating from the heart. He may express his feelings to Heeseung a lot. Sunoo seems really dejected, frustrated and sad, I feel this is more about his career situation, than his dynamic with Heeseung. This may be showing me this is what he expresses to him. Maybe this is why there is this need to protect him or take the lead from Heeseung's point of view.

There is a self- awareness and strong intuition Sunoo does have. There is something he has awakened himself to, some acknowledgement of some sort, what that is, who knows. I will say, Sunoo is kind of struggling with his own issues that I don't see him putting much energy into his dynamic with Heeseung. This energy seems more about what is going on with him, rather than the dynamic, which makes sense, if you are struggling within yourself, it is hard to put energy into someone else. But I now kind of get Heeseung's energy now seeing this.

Now, with this ace of wands, Sunoo gets this card a lot. There is these high and lows he has. He gets very hyped and excited about things, but it dies off quickly. It is like he needs a new excitement and as I mentioned in his perspective reading, he can have bouts of anger out of nowhere, so this all can affect his dynamic with Heeseung. It is like you may not know what you get from him.

Now, the guidance for Sunoo, is to learn to see things differently. To gain a new perspective. I am also getting to learn to see things from Heeseung's point of view as well. I am also getting to learn how to let things go and let things flow. I feel he does do this, so maybe it is saying not to be so carefree. I also got forgiving, not to be so forgiving, not sure what that means. Or, maybe it means to be more forgiving, maybe that is where that carefree, let it go energy is coming from. He may hold on to things far too long when it comes to their dynamic.

There is also a need for introspection for him that can help him with this dynamic with Heeseung. Like Sunoo may need to work a little on himself for this dynamic to grow for the better. Maybe have a little bit more of an independence. Or maybe I am getting, a little inner work he needs to do. It is like he needs to know more about himself to be able to connect well with others, so that could be one reason why this dynamic is a bit messy.

Okay, this was a bit hard to decipher. They are a bit messy/complicated, but interesting stuff here. Can't wait to get to JayWon next weekend.

[teabiscs]

Borg Headcanons (w. a small side of Yubo)

Sergei

While, yes, Sergei is the team dad, that doesn’t take away from Yuriy being the team leader. Yuriy can lead this group of idiots (lovingly said) from point a to point b. Yes, he’s impulsive and he’s calculating, but he isnt what holds the four(five) of them together.

The team would fall apart without Sergei. He does the cooking, the cleaning, laundry etc. he is domestic aF. He enjoys every little part of it. 

1. Because it means he has a home 

2. It's for his family. 

3. Being able to do all this means he’s safe and has shelter and his boys are safe with him. Being able to make dinner means they won’t go hungry. Laundry means they have clothes and they won’t be cold or dirty.

He takes care of them. He’s their rock. He’s who they go to vent to. He’s the one who cleans up their wounds and bandages them up. Boris will say that his hugs are medicine. He will also joke with Sergei that he needs to kiss his “booboos” to make them better and then gets all red faced when SERGEI TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY AND KISSES THE BANDAGE. (Platonic bUT EMBARRASSING)

Sergei has the best Japanese out of all of them. He also speaks fluent French, there is no reason he decided to learn French just that it seemed fun (it was definitely because he’s a big softie and thought it sounded romantic)

Is tall and intimidating and has resting mean face, BUT IS A HUGE SOFTIE.

Ivan

Ivan is the most intellectually gifted. He is able to mask his genius by being lazy.  No one expects much of him based on how he behaves. His teachers think he’s cheating or plagiarizing his work, because he just gives off major slacker doesn’t care energy.

He is the most street smart and people Smart

Ivan also reads people really well and picks up on micro expressions like no one else. He can tell when Yuriy and Boris are fighting even though everyone else, Sergei included, would say they’re acting normal.  He’s highly perceptive 

Ivan is really into photography. Whether it’s with a real camera or with his cell phone. He likes street photography which he does a lot around Moscow. And then he loves taking photos of everyone else. 90% of the time they are awful and purposely trying to make someone look bad (Boris and Kai). His pictures of sergei and yuriy are more dignified. (He lives for pictures he takes of any of the guys that end up looking like a new meme) 

He’s also really good with his hands, THERE IS NOTHING he cannot put together, nothing he can’t take apart and figure out. The best at doing things on the computer and could definitely become a hacker but thinks it’s only fun because he’s not supposed to do it. (He changes Boris’ contacts and settings ALL the time, as well as Kai’s because it’s funny. He changes Kai’s lock screen all the time to some couple photo he has hidden deep in his phone storage. Couple photos of him with a person he swears is just a friend. And then watches as Kai gets bug eyed unlocking his phone and changing it back)

IVAN IS A MENACE. IVAN IS A BRAT

Which gets into: Ivan and Boris love memes. They will drive the whole house insane repeating the same dumb phrase over and over again. (WHAT ARE THOSE??)

Ivan and Boris are the closest, they're thick as thieves. Even though to ME  Yubo is a thing. They are always up to something, especially if Hiwatari is involved.

Mini YuBo:

Yuriy feels insecure in his relationship with Boris at times. Boris is Yuriy’s rock. His sanity.  Yuriy is unhealthily codependent on Boris. And sometimes it eats at him at night that he doesn’t bring anything to the relationship. That Boris is the one doing all these things to make yuriy happy. And when Yuriy’s asks Boris what he can do, Boris says that being together is enough. And that making Yuriy happy makes him happy. 

And to Yuriy that’s not enough. 

Just thinking about Boris confessing to Yuriy that he's been in love with the red head since Yuriy gave him that jacket. And Yuriy getting all red faced and stuttering out,

My whole Yubo ship dynamic is:

Boris is a Menace to Yuriy in at least two ways.

1. Doing stupid things that makes yuriy question why he’s in love with Boris

2. Saying insanely sappy shit that turns yuriy into a complete tsundere.

I know I’ve written this in a fic, not sure if the chapter is posted, but yuriy blushes bright obnoxious red. While if Boris blushes, which is VERY rare, its a very subtle and soft pink. And Yuriy hates him for it.

Yuriy

Also this might be a controversial take but I Hc Yuriy as someone who does not take care of himself well. He prides himself in being clean and is a clean freak. But I see him as someone who has to be reminded to eat and sleep and just be nice to himself. In his mind as long as he has slept for a bit or eaten in the last 24 hours he is fine. 

While Boris is the complete opposite. He takes care of himself, he indulges. He deserves nice things. After living in the streets scrounging for food, sleeping in shifts, and then the abbey, Boris makes sure to eat wherever he’s hungry and take naps. (includes dragging yuriy with him for said naps.)

Boris

Kai buys Boris a dumb shirt as a joke. But then he wears it unironically so it backfires. (It’s a shirt that says good boy) but then Ivan and Sergei start buying dumb shirts. His newest addition a hoodie that boldly says HOUSEWIFE. Also has a gym shirt that says “Fuck me, or Fight Me” (Sergei avoids being seen with him when he’s wearing it.

HE CAN NOT COOK. DO NOT EAT. NOT SAFE FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION. A BIOHAZARD

[mybelovedvampire]

I wanna sit in a pumpkin patch, listening to my music, play my 3ds, and just vibe. Why cant i just do that? Noooo there's no place anywhere. I wish there were local nature areas near me to do this at. Only place avaliable is like a mini area between the two neighborhoods with a small bridge. I need to go there and clean a lil area in the woods to vibe at.

One day i tried going there at night cause i wanted to hang outside just not sitting on the streets cause there's nowhere to vibe at. I saw something very dark in the shadows move suddenly and kinda freaked out ofc. I didnt even move my flashlight up to look just in case it was a man then i'd be fucked literally. Hate it. I gotta go sometime during the day only now cause nope! There are coyotes nearby and deer so couldve been that, hopefully was.

Also the way to that bridge in between is down someone's drive way cause theyre house is rightnin front of it. Its makes me scared just in case they think im some loser wanting to steal shit. I wish it was in a better spot. I wish there were woods near my house instead of some small thing of farmland. If I had someone that'd be the perfect area to vibe at while blasting music and chatting or playing around. Sigh. Someday i guess. I think autumn would actually be perfect to go in and make that lil space for myself. There's already a nice clearning for me to clean up. Maybe ill take a rainproof sheet and setbit up over a fallen branch to protect it. Yeah imma do that!!

Photos i had taken showcasing the area then some polaroid i had taken. Polaroid is my beautiful impulse af!! I fucking love that camera, prize and joy there ♡♡

[sammilo247]

Closest Yet Far Away | Online Community

“Hey, welcome back to Charlie’s channel!” 

I started my YouTube channel when I moved to New York City alone two months ago. I think making vlogs can record my new chapter here and share my experiences with others. 

Moving to a new city is an impulsive decision as I want to step out of my comfort zone to start a new journey and go to see the world. Fortunately, I got a job offer in a tech company, so why not? 

Video editing is also a new area for me. I love to watch vlogs on YouTube, but I have never made a video by myself. It was quite hectic at first because I had to learn video editing from scratch while adapting to my new job. 

New York City is a beautiful city where I come across lots of people every day. It’s interesting to include random strangers in my video when I’m just filming alone. Some of them are walking alone and some are with friends or a partner. 

Because of this YouTube channel, I put myself out there to experience. Going to Central Park for a walk, trying out different cuisines, visiting art museums etc. I’m really enjoying my new life here. 

As I keep posting videos, some of my audience will follow me and look forward to my new videos. I love seeing their comments and interacting with them.

“I feel like living in NYC with you!”

“Your videos are amazing! Please do more videos like this!”

“I’m living in a new city too!”

Although I don’t meet them in-person, their presence makes my life in NYC more fruitful and gives me motivation to continue. 

However, my videos get fewer views and likes than before. My channel hasn’t had any growth for a month. 

“Boring.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Weird af.”

I’m trapped in the idea of progress. Does my audience hate my videos now? Is the content too boring? Am I too weird in front of the camera? Am I going to lose all my audience?

“Hey, welcome back…”

I can’t even finish my opening of a video. I’m too afraid to receive negative comments and lose all my viewers. 

I originally wanted to film a day of my life while I’m walking to a café. I put down my phone and stop recording, blending in with the crowd. 

“Oh my god, are you Charlie?” a voice pops up behind me. 

“It must be you! I love watching your videos so much!”

“Yes I am. Thank you for your support.”

“I’m new to NYC too. Your videos do help me to adapt because I know that I’m not alone.”

Do I just meet an audience in-person, but not icons and names in the comment section?

I look up and realised that we are standing in front of the café. 

“I’m going to film something. Do you want to be in my vlog?”

[zackcollins]

Moment of Contemplation || DAL vs TOR || 03/15/22 || 📸: Mark Blinch ©

[saintedbythestorm]

Living on the edge.

[hogrot]

[watercryptid]

I found my old Polaroid! It doesn't have film in it, but I'm glad I found it, because now I can buy film.🌼🌻🌹

[mannen]

[bluerskiees]

MANJIRO SANO FLUFF HEADCANONS ☁️

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

♡ Seems cold but is actually very sweet in private.

♡ Craves your attention, sulks when you're busy.

♡ Personal space? Whats that?

♡ Bought you a puppy as a gift, but quickly got jealous after seeing you both get along so much.

♡ Likes it when you both cuddle, having you close to him is the only thing that keeps him sane.

♡ Would shield you from his dark impulses. Swears he'd rather lose his life than lose you.

♡ Gets nightmares about toman and his past every now and then but you're always there to help him.

♡ Likes it when you sing for him with your fingers running through his hair after he had a nightmare. :(♡

♡ Always has his hands on you. Be it your waist, thighs or others.

♡ Dates: Would take you out to rich 5 star restaurant but his favourite is always the late night walks you have. Hand in hand, you snuggling into his chest, savouring the street foods/ Ice cream.

♡ Forehead kisses are his fav type of kisses.

♡ Insecure af. Thinks he doesn't deserve someone like you :(

♡ Not good at expressing his emotions as words, he let you know he appreciates everything you do with a small note or a gift <3

♡ Has your contact saved as "Sunshine" , "Sugar" or "Angel"

｡ ˳ْ  | NICKNAMES AND ITS MEANINGS | ｡ ˳ْ 

Sunshine — You light up his dark world

Sugar — The way you're sweet; The other half of his bitter coffee

Angel — A precious thing sent to him from heaven ; Other half of his demons

♡ Doesn't smile in front of you often but, smiles secretly when you aren't looking/when he's alone in his office.

♡ Never lets you work or do anything; treats you as if you're a fragile flower ready to break even at the slightest touch.

♡ However, that doesn't stop him from ruining you completely in bed.

♡ Uses sex as a way of relieving his pent up emotions. Angry sex ? Yes. Crying in the middle? Yes.

♡ Best aftercare — Showers you with kisses and compliments. Tells you were such a good girl for him etc....

♡ LITERALLY doesn't care if there are people or bonten higher ups in the room. Would randomly pin you to the wall or his desk and kiss you as if you're a meal and he's starved.

♡ Never raises his hand no matter what. Would kill a thousand guys with no issues but not hit a girl. Especially if its you.

♡ Did anyone look at you inappropriately? They're as good as dead.

♡ Lets you colour his tattoos and would probably have you initials/name marked.

♡ Actually believes money can't buy everything. Afterall, you didn't bugde when he asked you to stay away from him. "A fragile flower like you shouldn't be anywhere near a monster like me".

♡ You're one of his very few weakness so he's mostly scared about what would happen to you if any of those filthy enemies came to know about you.

♡ Would NEVER let Sanzu anywhere near you. Considers him to be a bad influence for you as You're so innocent. Unlike anyone in bonten.

♡ Keeps everything you bought for him hidden safely in a locker.

[I can only imagine the surprise of someone planning to break open his safe only to find simple bracelets, rings, a camera and a few shirts. Like imagine the face of the poor man taking all the risk to get valuables like drugs, weapons, money, documents etc... but finding items like this ? Needless to say, he was tortured by mikey later when he found out someone was trying to steal his most precious things, after you that is.]

♡ Likes it really rough. His life I mean.

♡ LITERALLY an emo boi who loves you dearly.

♡ If he was an emoji, he's definitely be "🐢"

< Always has his shell aka a barrier around everyone except when its you. Poor boy went through a lot and has had many unhealthy ways of coping and finally he decided to isolate himself. Away from the world. Away from everyone. Just like a turtle always being alone inside it's shell >

♡ Has thought about proposing you many times, the thought of you becoming Mrs.Sano makes him more happy than anything.

♡ Tokyo's most dangerous criminal organisation's leader. Gets super soft when you tell him how much you love him.

♡ He knows you both live in different worlds. You, an angel sent from heaven, someone who looks like the personification of cottagecore aesthetic, while he's the complete opposite of you. A ruthless demon who lived in the mysterious shadows, enjoying nothing but the blood and screams of others. He sees the way you put others before yourself. Infact, that's how he met you.

♡ It was a chilly night, he was standing in the sidelines watching sanzu hit a traitor with his car. He sae you too, rush in to help others not knowing about the mess your getting yourself into. That's where it all began.

♡ Definitely stalked you before but oh— thats a secret no one has to know. Not even you <3

♡ You're the RAINBOW in his stormy, gloomy life :(♡

Anon I really do hope you enjoy this 😭🖇

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @/anon

[pro-bee]

One of my local camera stores has a used Canon 5D Mark III in stock that only has a 4,000 shutter count on it, and I’m just like... who the fuck buys a $3k+ camera and never uses it???

(I probably took at least 500 pictures of my goddaughter in two hours last time I saw her and my friend.)

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 35: Heir’s Cradle

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, blood/gore, violence

Summary: Someone breaks into the factory, and after a surprising occurrence Heisenberg started a special project.

Feedback appreciated, 18+.

Juniper’s stomach was more than just a small swell now, a more rounded bump forming. Heisenberg started to treat her like porcelain, not allowing her to do any heavy lifting anymore.

The larger her stomach grew the more protective he seemed to become. He had placed more cameras around the factory, doubling the movement sensors and adding an alarm to every outside door. It was both to keep a careful eye on any potential threats, and to guarantee Juniper wouldn’t sneak outside while he was working down in the factory. He hadn’t yet covered the windows over, but Juniper still had a good few months left of her pregnancy for him to go overboard.

His labors seemingly paid off when one of the sensor lights flicked on while he was attaching a drill to a soldat. He went to the control panel, grumbling over the possibility of the Lycans tripping the sensors again,

He flipped through the cameras until he found the culprits. A few village men stood in what looked to be an argument, before one began to scale the factory’s yard fence. Heisenberg couldn’t believe the balls on the bastard, watching as he jumped to the ground on the other side.

Seeing the villager moving towards the factory with purpose sent Heisenberg going for the elevator.

By the time the elevator reached the surface level, he heard the bell of the main door ringing as it was pushed open. Every step made tension and anger gather, having more than his revolution plans to protect now.

His steps faltered when his sharp eyes caught the outline of the intruder.

The man stood in the entryway, gawking around almost dumbfounded, totally unaware of the Lord. Grinding his teeth Heisenberg surged forward, pouncing on him while he was still unsuspecting.

The man gave a cry, trying to fight from Heisenberg’s grip. The Lord had size and weight on him, however, easily overpowering him.

Heisenberg pushed the young man against the bars of the door, pressing his face hard into cold metal. The man whimpered out.

“You want to see my factory?” Heisenberg growled, getting close to his ears to hiss out the last words painfully slow. “We’ll take a good…long…look.”

“I didn’t mean it!” The man stammered, fear making his legs shake, “Forgive me please!”

“Why the fuck did you come here?” Heisenberg asked darkly, pressing the man’s face harder into the bars.

“A…b-bet.” The man admitted.

Heisenberg chuckled darkly, “Oh you’re here to prove your cock's bigger than the rest, hm? Wanting to show off to those stupid village girls?”

The man tried to nod, he couldn’t be far out of boyhood, still stupid and impulsive. The promise of some skirts drawing him to death's door.

He was just a boy, Heisenberg tried to tell himself.

“Well I don’t give a shit about your little pissing match!” Heisenberg gripped the man’s hair, “Let see if those girls still think you’re hot shit with a broken nose!”

He pulled the others head away from the bar just to slam them back with more force. Heisenberg heard a wet crunching pop as blood ran down the man’s front. He started to cry out in pain, crumping a bit when Heisenberg released his hold on him.

The man held his busted face, huffing out. His large frightened eyes looked up at Heisenberg.

With a flick of his wrist all the spare metal in the room came to attention, fixing onto the man’s position.

“I’ll give you to the count of ten before I turn you into ground beef.” Heisenberg pulled a cigar from his pocket, making a show of looking uninterested.

The man almost looked confused, blood dripping down his chin, watching Heisenberg’s every moment.

He cut the end lighting it before speaking, “One…two…thee…”

Before he could utter the next number the man was scrambling to his feet.

“Four…Five…Six…”

Heisenberg could hear the footsteps fading after the outer door was burst through.

Heisenberg walked towards the door, watching as the young man almost fell over himself in an effort to get away.

He waited until the man had climbed back over the fence before whispering to himself, “…Ten.”

He sighed heavily, all the metal falling.

~

“Hey Karl.” Juniper looked into the mirror.

“Hm?”

“Do you think I’m getting fat?” She frowned.

When silence greeted her she went on, “I feel like I’m gaining too much weight even with the baby….Karl?!”

“Love…don’t do this.” His tone was defeated.

“Do what? Just tell me yes or no??” She turned towards him now.

“Don’t do this to me.” Heisenberg groaned, walking into the kitchen.

She followed, “So it’s ‘yes’ then?”

“I’m not answering you.” He shook his head.

“Why?!”

“Neither answer is safe, it’s a fucking trap and I won’t do it.” He pressed.

“Kaaaaaarl!” She whined.

“I’m not doing this.”

He instead took out leftover potato soup, moving it to the stove. Juniper padded up behind him, hugging him from behind as he worked. A shadow of a smile ghosted his lips.

Every night Juniper would find Heisenberg’s large hands making their way to her belly. Even when he would sleep he kept a hand over her protectively.

This night was no different. The pair hadn’t fallen asleep yet, murmuring between one another in the bed. Heisenberg’s hand had drifted over to rest on her stomach without thinking.

His words caught in his throat as he felt something under his fingers. Eyes going wide he looked down, almost frozen. A smile spread over Juniper’s face.

Heisenberg felt it again, a soft thump from within Juniper’s belly against his hand.

“The pup kicked me!” He exclaimed excitedly, looking at Juniper. His eyes were bright and happy. He added his other hand, when no movement came he giddily scooted over and pressed his ear to her belly.

Juniper laughed, heart swelling.

She ran her fingers through his hair lovingly. “You know it can hear you.” She smiled.

“Hey there pup.” Heisenberg whispered, rubbing his hand slightly over her skin, “I’m your papa.”

He heard the softest of shifts within her, his face splitting with a wide grin.

~

He couldn’t sleep, excitement and anticipation buzzing around his brain.

Admitting defeat he quietly got out of bed, grabbing his coat as he headed down to the workshop, fingers itching to draw up schematics.

He’d forbidden Juniper from coming down to the workshop the following day, telling her he was working on a surprise.

It made her small world even tinier, but seeing him so focused and passionate made her feel warm. In the long hours he was away Juniper kept her mind with getting some deeper cleaning done, knowing certain tasks would just get harder the bigger her belly swelled.

By this point the storage room was clean and organized, Juniper started making plans to move some of the extra unused furniture from the main living space into this room to give the future baby more room. She placed a hand over her belly lovingly, “I’ll talk papa into getting you a rug.” She smiled down, “Give you somewhere soft to learn to crawl.”

She felt the softest of movement, making her heart swell. The fuzzy feeling didn’t last long, as the baby turned and instead kicked her bladder.

Juniper yelped, running for the bathroom.

Heisenberg welded away, sanding rough edges to then weld again. He wanted this to be perfect, no sharp points to be had. He ran his ungloved hand across the top bar, making sure he couldn’t feel anything sticking out. He hummed a bit, continuing his work.

It had to be perfect.

~

Heisenberg came into the apartment, a smile plastered over his face. He was twitchy and careful not to open the door very much, just enough to sneak in.

Juniper put down her sewing supplies, giggling, “What’s gotten into you, silly man.”

Heisenberg leaned against the now closed door, “Guess.”

“You finished your project?” She ventured.

“I did indeed.”

“Are you going to finally tell me what it is?” Juniper crossed her arms, the curiosity was eating her up slowly.

“Nope.” His smile widened.

“Karl!” Juniper whined, “You’re killing me!”

He barked with laughter, looking down farther, “What have you been up to?”

“I’m making some baby clothes.” She held up what she made, “I've been using lots of different colors because I’m not sure if it will be a boy or girl.” She looked down as she spoke.

“I don’t think the pup will complain, buttercup.” He smiled.

“Now don’t change the subject.” She tried to stand, huffing out when it was more of a task then she originally planned.

Heisenberg surged forward to help her, giving her a strong arm in support.

“You’re going to have to stop working on the floor soon, love.” He chuckled, “You’ll be stranded.”

She nodded, letting out a heavy breath when she straightened, holding her stomach.

“Now I won’t tell you.” He began, putting up a finger to stop her from arguing, adding, “But I will show you.”

Her face lit up.

“Go wait in the bathroom, and don’t you dare peek.” He instructed.

Juniper nodded, scampering off.

Heisenberg waited a long moment to make sure she truly didn’t sneak out to look before opening the door, to bring in the surprise.

Juniper leaned against the door, trying to listen. Her whole core was ate up with anticipation. A metal sound could be heard, then a heavy thump. She screwed up her face trying to focus. She heard footsteps coming closer seconds before the door was pulled open and she fell forward with it. Heisenberg caught her before she fell, making a sound of surprise.

Juniper righted herself, a blush over her cheeks.

“Close your eyes.” Heisenberg smiled.

Nodding she complied.

Heisenberg took off his hat, holding it in-front of her face as he led her back into the main room, just in case.

“Karl, can I look?” She asked, biting her lip when he had her stop.

“Open them.” She could hear the excitement heavy in his tone.

Her emerald eyes blinked open, she sucked in a breath.

Before her, in the center of the room was a metal cradle. Heisenberg had specially crafted each and every piece: making molds, melting down good quality metal, welding and making sure to buff away any sharpness then polishing the whole thing down. The inside was fitted with a plush little mattress and a bar came out near the head of the cradle, ending in a little mobile. The mobile was outfitted with shiny little cogs and tiny metal horses fitted on silver chains.

Heisenberg was practically shaking, waiting for her to speak.

While Juniper was speechless. She took a step forward to get a closer look, her chest almost hurting from the emotion.

“Look, look.” Heisenberg sprang forward, holding out a hand. The cradle began to softly rock back and forth on its own.

“Can rock the baby from anywhere in the apartment!” He beamed, adding, “Oh and this thing!” He pointed to the mobile.

It began to turn, the lights making the tiny cogs and horses twinkle.

“Heis…” Juniper tried to speak, placing a hand on the edge of the cradle, feeling a tear run down her cheek.

“You like it?” He asked, worrying his hands a bit.

“It’s perfect.” Juniper nodded, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. She turned towards him, gulping down more tears, “Karl this is so nice.”

His whole face split into a grin, “It’s the…least deadly thing I've ever made.” He admitted.

It made Juniper let out a little giggle.

“I got to thinking, since the pup is already moving around so much. It will need a nice place to sleep soon.” Heisenberg closed the distance between them, wrapping an arm around her to look at the cradle, “Thought you would be able to make some blankets and stuff to fit it.”

Juniper nodded enthusiastically, “I’m going to start on them tomorrow!”

Heisenberg hugged her tighter, pale eyes looking back to the new cradle.

Fit for a Lord.

[the-hopeless-haze]

Oh, My Precious Whore

A/N: didn’t really think I’d ever be posting fic on here again… but I am tired and need a distraction so… have this as a treat

Pairing: Claire Underwood x f!reader, implied Duncan Shepherd x f!reader

CW: derogatory pet names, implied smut (will not occur in full until the next part)

Description: idk this is just pure filth bc there’s a severe lack of f!reader fic and… Robin Wright is hot af. Also had to throw in some Duncan in there bc I love Cody Fern

Maybe you should feel worse right now about what you’re doing, but you don’t.

You, at the very least, should feel scared. The Underwoods, or well, Underwood... she was a powerful woman and if you stepped a millimeter out of place your life was likely in danger. Or so they said. Your in-laws were wary of her, you know, but she was wary of them, too. You think. She’s a difficult woman to read.

The rumors concerning the crimes her late husband supposedly committed are lengthy and convoluted, but you suspect they hold some truth to them. Most rumors usually aren’t based totally in fiction. Her husband was truly a ruthless motherfucker. Claire... Claire doesn’t seem to be ruthless. Nor does she seem to be what you would describe as a motherfucker.

No, she’s a cold hearted bitch. A bitter, sociopathic cunt.

But you never wanted what was good for you.

Sometimes, you swear you love Duncan and you wish it was easier to convince yourself. He a good husband, all things considered. Perhaps a little too focused on work, but... he treats you well to make up for it. He is loyal to a fault, if anyone ever was. You met him through a friend, and though it makes you feel guilty you used him in a vain attempt to get closer to Annette.

But Annette didn’t swing your way, as she told you in not so many words. Or, rather, she said, “Just be a good pet and marry my son. You on his arm will do well for everyone all around. Your dalliances on the side are no one’s business as long as you keep them secret enough that not even Duncan finds out.”

So you agreed, and accepted his proposal you figured she no doubt hounded him into. It’s not so much that you don’t like men, you do, and Duncan is such an attractive man, and he’s a thorough lover... it’s just you suppose you have a preference for women. Older women. You used to joke in high school that you wanted to be a high-end escort for rich older women getting away from their CEO husbands for the weekend.

But your parents would have never approved of that plan. So you went to law school instead. Which was fine. You make decent money without Duncan, but with him you’re somewhat of a young, hot power couple. You’re not really interested in policy the way his family is - you just like ingratiating yourself amongst these people with influence. You get off on brushing shoulders with the powerful. Parties don’t mean much to you. Everyone is truly an evil son of a bitch, no matter what they say when the cameras are on. No one cares about progress, not unless it’s self-serving.

The first time you met Claire, you thought you might die. She barely gave Duncan a second glance but you? She stood and chatted with you about your latest case your firm had taken - how she knew about it among all the other things on her mind, you don’t know - but it was a pleasant conversation, all things considered. You know her and Annette used to be close. You wonder how much Claire does know about you.

You know you can’t trust her. At all.

But after that incident, Duncan grinned and shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to give credence to those rumors. She might have it out for you.”

“Rumors?” You asked, panicking already. Did he know?

“That Claire is a lesbian. It’s been floating around some circles, that that’s why she wasn’t truly upset at her husband’s death, that that’s why she’s pushing so hard for female rights. It’s interesting. It is the first time I met her, but having done so it wouldn’t entirely surprise me.”

You can tell. That woman probably isn’t a lesbian, or if she is, she’s very good at utilizing her charm to make it seem as though she’s not. If anything, you’d peg her as asexual. She uses sex as a weapon. Fair enough. You’ve seen even weaker women feel the need to use it.

You wonder if she’s ever had sex purely for herself and not for manipulation purposes.

You wonder if she could even do that. You reckon you don’t really care if you found out the hard way.

It’s a few weeks later that you receive a message stating the President required your audience. And you know you should tell Annette, or Duncan at the very least, but you don’t. You know you shouldn’t show up at all. But Annette said to keep your dalliances secret. So secret they will stay.

“How loyal are you to the Shepherds?” Claire asks when you arrive. Straight to the point. Good.

“As loyal as I have to appear,” you tell her.

Claire smiles a little. “Why did you marry Duncan? He doesn’t seem quite your type.”

“And what do you presume my type is?”

“Perhaps more feminine. Older.”

“Mm. And what is your type, Ms President?”

“Why did you marry him? Did Annette threaten to out you?” she repeats.

“Not in so many words,” you say.

“Hmm. Interesting. He has no idea, I presume?”

“Why did you call me here?” you ask, your anxiety getting the better of you.

“I need information on the Shepherds. And I believe I have something you’d want in return.”

Your head starts spinning, but no, spinning is an understatement. It’s fucking doing somersaults. You cannot believe what she’s proposing.

“You want to prostitute yourself to me for information?”

And Claire does the last thing you ever expected the bitch to do. She walks across the room and slaps you across the face. Hard enough to sting, but not as hard as you bet she could. You feel the cold metal of her wedding ring press against your cheek as she grabs your chin, her cold blue eyes piercing through to your soul. “Don’t you dare fucking accuse the president of the United States of debasement, and don’t ever assume you have the upper hand.”

“Claire—“

“Are we on first name basis, slut?” she asks, her hand slithering down to your throat. Holy shit, you think. This bitch might actually fucking kill me. You think you’d care more if this wasn’t possibly the hottest thing that ever happened to you. “I didn’t think so. Now. What are your loyalties? Who are you closest to?”

“Duncan, obviously. Annette lets her guard down around me because she likes that I think she’s hot, but she still doesn’t like me. Bill and I don’t get along.”

“Interesting. How much does Duncan know?”

“I know more than Duncan.”

“Really, now? Are you just saying that? Because if you don’t prove to be useful...”

“What? You’ll kill me?”

Claire laughs. “No, you’re much more fun to me alive. But tell me… do you know where Duncan came from?”

“I mean, I truly don’t know how Annette’s cunt could birth anything, given how much of a bitch she is, but…”

Claire smiles. “Yes. Much more fun alive. Duncan is not her child.”

“Well, that’s a relief I don’t have any chance of keeping the Shepherd bloodline alive,” you snicker. “Where did he come from, then?”

“I’ll tell you… in time. But you have to tell him, too. In front of Annette and Bill. I want them all to know.”

“They’ll skin me alive if they knew I was here.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not? These are my terms.”

“So that is why I’m here?”

She only smirks at you, the wrinkles around her blue eyes crinkling as she does. “Your attraction to me is far more interesting than... well, men are pigs, right? I’m sure you are well aware. But you, you look at me like you want to fuck me, sure, but you also know your place. You respect me, even if you try to talk back. Men don’t know any better.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman before?”

She only smiles. “Does it matter?”

“Just wanted to know if there was credence to the rumors.”

“Rumors? You’re quite bold. I’m the one with my hand...wrapped around your throat.”

“It’d be pretty messy for you if you killed me right now,” you retort, wincing and rubbing your legs together as she increases the pressure on your neck.

“You’ll learn not to talk back, whore. To think you’re a married woman...”

“Yeah? Did you hold your marriage sacrosanct?”

There’s that smile again. She’s beautiful, ethereal, but there’s something so inhumane about the way her lips move upward to smirk at you. Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth, but you always were a brat. Besides, it’s more fun this way.

“I did.”

“Liar,” you accuse, smirking at her as you do, and she lets go of your throat and before you can miss the feeling too much she slaps your face again, the right cheek this time, much harder than the first time. You let out a startled, strangled moan on impulse, stumbling back a little against the wall.

“Oh, did that hurt?” she coos at you condescendingly, fixing a piece of your hair that fell out of place as you stand back up, pressing your back flat against the wall for stability. Claire crosses her arms and stands directly in front of you.

“I can take it. I can take more than that,” you say boldly.

“Oh? What else do you like, slut?”

“You name it, I’m game.”

“Anything? Handcuffs? Whips? Knives?”

You nod at everything she comes up with. Jesus, you would let this woman carve out your heart if she wanted it.

“If I make you bleed?”

“Better.”

“Interesting. Does Duncan play these little games with you?”

You laugh. “No.”

“You only want a woman to do these things to you?”

“Precisely. Are you kinky, Madam President?”

“Whatever my partner requires... I make certain I provide.”

“But what do you want?”

“I’m a hard woman to please.”

“Oh. Is that the kind way of saying Frank wasn’t good in bed?” you ask, feigning sympathy. She only smirks again. “I’m surprised you didn’t slap me for that. He must have really been awful.”

“You think you could do better?”

“Women do everything better,” you laugh, earning perhaps the only genuine smile you’ve gotten from this woman the whole time. “That’s why I wanted to know if you’ve been with a woman...”

“No. But I’ve thought about it. Never had a woman as interested as you.”

“I find that very hard to believe. Maybe you just never noticed. What gave it away?” You’re aching for her to touch you again, give you anything, even pain, but she stands still in front of you.

“I can just tell. Besides, I was interested to meet you. You’re the Shepherd’s weak link. I knew Annette didn’t vet you carefully enough.”

“Are you saying me being gay is an issue?”

“Are you so naive to think it wouldn’t be, given the state of this country?” she retorts. “But that’s not all. I can tell you don’t like them. I could tell you were easy... on more than one account.”

You roll your eyes. “I fucking hate Bill. I mean it’s awful to say, he’s not doing well physically, but he’s just made life a living hell for me.”

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.

“I don’t know. Maybe he hates gay people. Maybe he hates women. Both. Don’t know.”

“So everyone knows but Duncan? Funny how he’s kept out of all the good family secrets that concern him.”

You sigh. “See, sexuality’s a funny thing. I like Duncan. I do. And sometimes sex with him is good if not great. He’s a good partner. But I just prefer women.”

“Must be nice to have it figured out. Your generation did have it easier.”

You look at her questioningly. You never thought someone like her was human enough to struggle with such a thing, but perhaps that’s an unfair assessment.

Or she’s playing you.

Still. She’d have to be quite a good player - not that you should underestimate her skill - to talk about something as personal as her struggles with sexuality. Straight people just don’t get it. Would she really be this easily well versed if it was a game?

“There’s still a long ways to go,” you say.

“I intend to rectify that.”

“Of course you do.”

Her eyes narrow at you and she tilts her head. “Do you think I should be doing better?”

“Yeah. Come out, for starters.”

“Says the woman in a sham marriage.”

“It’s not a sham. I love Duncan,” you protest.

“Then why are you here, selling out his family just for a chance to fuck me? You’re not much better than I am.”

“I don’t think I’ve told you anything yet. Besides. It’s not his real family… as you say.”

“No. You haven’t told me anything I didn’t already know. But I haven’t fucked you yet either, have I?”

“Touché.”

“Come over here,” she beckons, leaning against the desk and once again it strikes you where you are - the fucking Oval Office. Are you seriously going to have sex in the Oval Office? Conservatives would be disgusted by this (although it wouldn’t be the first time this office was defiled). “Don’t look so scared now. You can’t back out at this point.”

You nod, trying not to look as nervous as you feel and walk the few steps over to her, your legs inches from hers. God, you’re practically dying from the anticipation alone.

“Does Duncan ever tell you how beautiful you are?” She asks. You’re absolutely shellshocked. There’s no trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Sometimes,” you murmur.

“Just like men to not appreciate what they have.”

“Mm. Frank didn’t appreciate you, Claire? Didn’t make you feel good? I would. If you were my wife I’d make you come every fucking day,” you say, and boldly you decide to punctuate that statement by pressing your lips to hers.

Mistake. Or maybe not, you don’t know.

Her hands tangle in your hair and you feel her stand up, press against you firmly before backing you into the desk, pushing you onto it until your back is flat on the wood, and she’s hovering over you, her lips ghosting yours.

“I’m a hard woman to please,” she reiterates and you realize she never fucking lost her breath while you feel like the wind was knocked out of you. “I’m ambivalent about attention in general. But look at you, whore. You crave it, don’t you? Just want someone to tell you that you’re a good girl... oh, look at you squeeze your thighs together. Are you wet for me, slut?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You ask, spreading your legs slightly for her.

She shakes her head, her straight platinum locks shifting as she does so, brushing against your face. “See? You’re not a good girl. You’re a dirty filthy whore and you just don’t know when to shut that whore mouth or close your fucking legs.”

You stay silent - you’re not sure what to do now. Do you antagonize her, push her further, see if it will rile her up again? Or do you try and kiss her again?

Claire has other ideas. “Beg,” she hisses in your ear. “Get down on your knees and beg for me.”

—- and I am evil and ending it there! Plz let me know if I should continue this!