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just-french-me-up · 6 months ago

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If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?

@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?

We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?

The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.

If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.

Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.

Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.

It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.

He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?

They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.

Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...

Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.

If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.

Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.

"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."

As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.

"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.

"Allow me."

The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.

Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.

They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."

Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.

"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"

"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"

"Just what?"

The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.

"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."

Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.

"Duck―"

"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."

Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.

"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."

"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."

"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."

The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.

"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"

Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."

Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.

"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."

"An unfortunate discovery."

Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.

"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."

Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.

"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."

Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.

"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."

"Is that so?"

Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?

"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"

"I do not."

"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."

Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.

"Yes," he conceded with a frown.

"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."

A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.

"How arousing?"

"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."

Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.

"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.

"You could."

Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.

"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"

The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.

The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.

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antiwhores · 1 year ago

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Virgin!Bakugou x Virgin!Reader

Hey friends, lemme know in the comments if yall want another part.

Content: Virginity, loss of innocence (lmfao??), grinding, not proof read (yall should know this by now tho)

Virgin!Bakugou with Virgin!Reader plagues my mind at all times.

You’re both scared to take the next step into your relationship. Both of you waiting for the other to make the first move. But finally, Bakugou got tired of his nights alone, stroking his cock with your name on his tongue.

“I wanna have sex with you.” He randomly blurted out while you were mid sentence in a conversation about your day.

You both just freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes

That got the conversation going though! You both talked about your boundaries and how inexperienced you both were with red faces.

You were over at his house for the weekend, sitting on his couch. This was the last thing you expected to happen. He always seemed so

“So, do you wanna try right now?” You could barely get the question out without stuttering. He looked away from you with a hand over his mouth, slowly nodding.

You scooted yourself closer, lightly guiding his lips to yours. You both made out for a while before he pulled you onto his lap.

You subconsciously started grinding down on him. You only realized it when his grip tightened on you and a moan slipped out. You stopped, scared you were going too fast. He pulled away from your lips, “Keep going, you were doing good.”

You don’t think he realized how hot he sounded when he said that. Your pussy tightened around nothing just from his words.

You continued to grind on him, getting breathless from the feeling of his hard cock through his sweatpants rubbing against your clit.

Bakugou had a hand covering his face to conceal his moans. His eyes were closed but they would open wide when you grind on him particularly hard.

He dove his head into your neck, “Shit- Im close. Stop, I’m gonna cum-“ Although he told you to stop (for some reason), he didn’t give you much of a chance before the wet of his cum stained the fabric of his sweatpants.

He came with a prolonged moan, pushing you down on him with an iron grip. His orgasm lasted for longer than you would’ve initially thought an orgasm would last. Maybe it’s just him?

When he was done ruining his pants (and yours), his body went from tensed to limp. You both sat in silence, catching your breaths.

You were about to speak when his phone rang. He answered it, pulling himself together as best he could.

“What.” He sounded pissed that they’d bother him during such an intimate time, even though they had no idea of his actions.

“Are you fucking serious? No. Get someone else to do it.” You were starting to get worried. You tried to remove yourself from his lap but he gave you a look that said no and you immediately obeyed.

He groaned loudly before screaming into his phone, “FUCKING FINE!” He hung up and slammed his phone on the table.

“Whats up..?” You hesitantly asked.

“They’re calling me into work cause some dumbass can’t handle a single fucking villain.”

“Oh.”

He could feel the disappointment radiating off your body. He grabbed your chin, pulling your face up to look him in the eye. “We’ll continue when I get back, ‘promise.”

He got up to go change with a red face. He has never fought a villain faster.

#bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #mha smut

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tvchi · 1 month ago

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The Rhythm of You

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK. DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: Minors DNI- Profanity, Use of the N word. Pairing: black male x black female Words: 5,419k

A/N: Hey yall hey. Happy Holidays and a Very Happy New Year to you all. I've been gone for a minute, and now I'm back with the jump off/goons in the club case--- my fault; let me get serious. During the holiday season, I took some intentional time off to be present with family and get some much needed rest. I've been enjoying so many other fanfics, liking and reblogging them for your viewing pleasure, so please check them out. When I got back, work just steamrolled me, and then I found myself reminiscing about the past with friends and fantasizing about this new fic. It just wouldn't leave me alone and I found myself disengaging from Terry's drama to look into an unexpected chapter in Aldis' life (lol). I will be writing part 4 of Veiled Intentions soon don't worry!

Summary: Aldis has been working really hard and had finally finished Season 1 of Cross. I had been a grueling 10 months filming this role and getting into character. Now, he can finally decompress and return to the one thing that means the world to him, his baby girl. Everything was all figured out until he met someone unexpected, someone alluring, someone who will add a much needed song to the soundtrack of his life.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Delicate golden embers arose from the stringed lights hung all over the ceiling. Their glow illuminated the bodies that swayed underneath. The sounds of the speakers blaring the Top 40 hits now transitioned to R&B. The calm electricity throughout the room brought a warm buzz to my chest. It was a sight to behold. Everyone I had grown close to over the past couple of years gathered under this two-story NY loft to celebrate the significant milestone. It made me smile.

I usually enjoy the wrap of all of my work. It gives me time to pause, decompress, reflect on the journey, make a little time to note what I could have done better, and dig deep inside myself to practice the celebration of all of the things I had done right. Taking on this role was a huge undertaking, but I got it right. Really right. I was already getting calls offering me other roles in other limited series. I even got offered a chance to make my directorial debut on a project that I’ve had my eye on for a while.

Knocking back another swig of my drink. I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of going home and hugging my daughter tight. It was a wrap ritual for me. Ever since she was born, I’ve been obsessed with the little extension of myself. The way she looked up at me, face pressed tightly against my chest, asking me all kinds of questions and clinging to every answer. I thought I knew love until I held her.

I downed the last of my drink and started saying my goodbyes. It wasn’t until I had hugged the last person that I heard the commotion coming from the dancefloor. They were playing some song featuring Kehlani, the only voice I recognized at the moment, and it was smooth. Curious, I let my feet guide me to the edge of the formed crowd. I stepped in closer, and that is when I saw …her.

Her skin was a toffee brown, and under the streams of warm light, she glowed. The second thing I noticed was how she seemed to glide around the enclosed circle she maneuvered around. It was almost as if her feet weren’t even hitting the floor. Where her feet went, her hips trailed behind, snaking around, causing her ass to tick and shake precisely as the percussion dropped. She was in perfect sync with the beat. There came a point where she switched her movements to emulate the rhythm of the words the artists’ crooned. She turned around to where I was standing, body still enthralled by the trance of the song, and started mouthing the words.

The way she moved her hands to trace the outline of her hills and valleys enticed something in my carnal nature. My eyes wouldn’t move from her. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, influenced by the song's sentiment. If she were the premise of the music video, this song would win so many awards. I continued watching her intently, and then she suddenly peered up at me, still mouthing the words of the song and moving those perfectly sculpted hips and thighs. She snaked to the right and folded over, allowing the right side of the room a full view of a plump, round ass and the rest of us a delectable side view. Her eyes never left me. It was almost like she was daring me to make my way over to her and dance with her. My feet remained planted where they were, and I just stared, wondering how she would look doing this routine in my bedroom— on my dick.

My thoughts were interrupted by my castmate and newfound brother, Isaiah, coming up to my right. “Incredible,” he said, practically moaning.

“Who is she?”

“I don’t even know. The little intel I was able to pick up from some of the cast mates who were familiar with her was that she’s a choreographer or dancer or something. She came as a plus on.”

The DJ continued to egg her on while transitioning to ‘Can I’ by Kehlani. She started another routine that didn’t seem routine at all. Isaiah and I kept our eyes glued to her every movement. Again, she seemed entranced by the rhythm of the song. She looked like she was… home.

After the song went off and the DJ transitioned to another song, she straightened up and peered around at the small crowd cheering for her. She blushed, waved a vote of thanks, and whispered something to Golden Madison, another of our castmates. I'm not sure how or why, but my feet started moving toward the pair. I could sense that Isaiah wasn’t far behind.

“No, girl, you can’t leave now. You are literally the life of the party, and the night is young!” I overheard Golden saying.

“I agreed to be your plus one on one of my sacred days off to congratulate you and love on you. It’s almost 2 am; I think I’ve done my fair share of ‘plus-oneing’. I need to get to my bed,” the mystery girl said playfully.

“Please, we’ll leave in like another hour or so. I promise,” Golden begged.

“Girl! I have errands to run and other things to do tomorrow. I have to go, but I love you deep! I’m so proud of you!” the girl kissed. Golden pouted and noticed Izzy and I standing there.

“Hey yall,” Golden squeaked. Her friend turned around to see who Golden was speaking to, and our eyes locked for the second time tonight.

“Hey, Goldie,” I said.

“I thought you left already. I know you don’t stay out late much,” she stated.

“Yea, I was on my way out, and then I heard all the commotion coming from the dancefloor and thought I’d see what was going on,” I replied.

“And there was a lot going on,” Izzy chimed, staring suggestively at the girl we both couldn’t take our eyes off of.

“My girl is and has ALWAYS been the truth!”

“Does your girl have a name?”

“Yea, you not gonna introduce us? Rude!”

“Shut up, Izzy. Aldis, Izzy, this is my best friend Amara. Amara, these clowns are the co-stars of the Alex Cross, Alex and Izzy,”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” she shook our hands. Hers were so soft, and her handshake was firm. I held her hand a little longer than customary before letting her go. The absence of the warmth of her hand when I let go of her instantly felt unnatural. Wrong even.

“Goldie, I gotta go. Love you,” Amara said, turning toward Goldie

“Ugh, you’re being so lame!” Goldie let out in frustration.

The DJ started playing ‘Hot’ by Efosa. I watched her close her eyes in loathing. She turned to Goldie and said, “This is my damn song, and I feel like you told him to play this!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Goldie said, feigning innocence. “If you going then, go!”

Amara lets out a long sigh. The next thing I knew, my right hand was in hers, and she was leading me back onto the dancefloor. She laid it on me. Her hips moved left and right. She planted her ass directly where my dick laid dormant until — now. Looking at the view of her sculpted, exposed lower back up close while she practically whined on my member was mesmerizing. Her hips rotated clockwise then, suddenly with the change of the synths, counterclockwise like she pressed rewind on her previous movement.

She was a force, and I desperately tried to keep up with her while taking her all in. I was pretty sure pre-cum was leaking all in my boxers as I watched her ass ripple up and down as I collided with her. I needed to make her mine, to have the pleasure of being inside her, to learn every twist and turn of that body. By the end of the song, I didn’t care that she was feeling how hard I was at this point. This was all her doing. At the final climax of the song, she threw her head back and tilted to the left to look back at me as she wiggled her ass at warped speed to match the beat. I was gone.

She owned me, and she knew it. When the DJ transitioned, she gave a final bump to my third leg with her ass and rose to her full height. She walked to Goldie and hugged her, followed by a kiss on her cheek. My feet were still planted where they were, missing her warmth and showcasing a hefty hard-on. While walking towards the exit, she glanced at me and flashed a knowing smile. Then she was gone.

“Daaaaaaaaamn, bruh. She left and put the $200 on the dresser, cuz the way she was handling you back there, you definitely got fuck,” he said laughing. He was right, and there was nothing I could do about it. I should’ve ran after her and asked for her information but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I just felt.

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“Hey baby, what you doing?” Looking at my greatest accomplishment with pride and joy. According to her teachers, she’s ahead of the class in all her subjects. They’ve been testing her to see whether she can skip classes. It was fascinating watching her in her element.

“I’m building a house,” she answered curtly, zipping around to find another piece to glue on. One thing I loved about babygirl was the fact that she did her own thing. It didn’t bother her that the other girls her age were more preoccupied with tea parties and painting their nails. She liked those things, too, but she also loved working with her hands and playing basketball with the other boys in the neighborhood.

She didn’t let the other kids push her around either. You never knew what you were going to get with her. One day, she demanded to go to school in her “princess gown,” the next day, she would wear a snapback, jeans, and the pair of Jays we got together. Her mom thought she sometimes dressed like me when she missed me the most. That was another subject… her mom.

“Ok, well, I want my room facing the backyard. I don’t wanna hear all that noise from the street. Oh, and make sure you hook me up, too. I want a big-screen TV in there.”

“Imma do your room last cause you ain't say ‘please’! That's rude, Daddy.”

I chuckled. “That’s fair, babygirl. That’s fair. My bad. Please and thank you.”

“Mhmm. Now that your movie is done, how long you staying this time?”

“I’m going be here until I get another role that I wanna do, then it’s the usual. I take the meetings and talk to some people, and if they like me, they’ll tell me when I start.”

“They always like you, Daddy. You’re the best!”

I beamed. “Thank you, baby girl. That means a lot coming from you. They can give me all the awards they want to, but–”

“But if you don’t get one from me, then nothing matters. I know, Daddy. You say that every time.” She smiled, and half rolled her eyes.

“That’s because I mean it!” I exclaimed, tapping her nose with my index finger.

“I know.”

“So now that you got me all to yourself for a while, what you wanna do?”

“Well, Imma finish the house, then maybe later you can make me a burger cause imma be hungry. After that, we can go to the movies. After that, maybe we can go to a basketball game. Eric said ain't no way I’m going to the Knicks game. I told him that my daddy takes me when he’s home, and he called me a liar. So we gotta go to the Knicks game so I can see Karl-Anthony, then we gotta take pictures so he can shut up. After that, I wanna go to the skating rink because Tina and Tasha said we gotta get good by the summer so we can skate outside. Then after that—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I see you got a lot of plans. Tell you what, for today, I’ll leave you to your house and get the burgers ready. We’ll go to the movies later on tonight. Tomorrow, we can go to Home Depot and get some lights and other stuff to hook your house up. How’s that sound?”

“YAAAAAAAY!!! Daddy, how you know I wanted to put some lights in here?!?!”

“Cause you been on the computer watching YouTube videos of mini houses and how to put lights up,” I replied with a smirk.

“You can see that?”

“I can see everything, babygirl. Remember that.” I finished, giving her a peck on the forehead, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

I worked quickly, seasoning the ground turkey and forming the patties. They were ready in no time. While working on the last batch of seasoned fries, my phone rang.

“Nigga, whatchu doing?” Isaiah blurted.

“Me and babygirl finna eat these burgers. What’s good?” I declared, gazing proudly at the meal I drummed up.

“Oh, so you back? Good,” he asked, referring to my choice to stay another week in LA to decompress before flying back to New York.

“Yea I got back in yesterday.”

“Yea, well, remember lil mama from the wrap party?”

“Who?”

“Nigga, the one you was drooling over. Don’t play like you don’t know who I’m talking about.”

I laughed sheepishly. I couldn’t forget her if I tried. “Whatever. Wussup?”

“Uh huh, anyway, I saw her at one of the studios on Kingston Ave in the Heights.” I marveled at how your friend, who was anxious about riding the subway just last month when he first got here, is rattling off streets in Brooklyn like a pro even though he lives in Harlem. I loved how he was getting comfortable in a place that would always be home.

“And what were you doing in Brooklyn?” I asked curiously.

“Never you mind what I was doing in Brooklyn. Did you hear what I said? Your girl is dancing her fine ass up and down Brooklyn with some brown-skinned Dominican muthafucka! You talmbout ‘what you doing in Brooklyn’? Anyway, I just texted you the address to the dance studio. Make your way over there.”

“Uh huh, leave that Zina girl alone, nigga. You’re married. I ain't gon’ tell you bout that shit no more. Tighten up!” I snapped.

As much as I loved having Isaiah in my city, bending blocks, booking gigs, and getting closer, he’s been losing his way. I’ve always looked up to him in more ways than one. He held so much knowledge and experience. Lately, I’ve noticed him putting off his responsibilities to his house and home. Especially when it came to Zina, a 39-year-old creative director of Epic Records who worked closely with us on the soundtrack of Cross.

She lived in Brooklyn and returned home 2 weeks before we wrapped. Isaiah was supposed to go home and spend time with his wife and two kids. Instead, he bought a brownstone in Harlem and moved some of his things out here. I pressed him about his sudden decision, and he said that he needed some time to think and that Lisa agreed. I knew there was more to the story, but I didn’t press him.

I introduced him to some of my friends and showed him around so that he would get more acclimated. Sometime later, I heard he was running up to Brooklyn to see some girl. I started putting two and two together. When I finally confronted him, he fell silent and told me to let him straighten his shit out, and he would let me do the same with mine. I left him knowing that I disapproved and that if I was asked, I wouldn’t lie to him. Now, I see none of my words struck a chord with him.

“Yea whatever, nigga. Get to that studio.” he said and hung up. I pondered what would be the reason for me to barge into a dance studio with my size and build. I did not want to make it obvious that I was there for her but I needed to see her. I wasn’t sure why.

After getting babygirl fed, we headed to the movies. Wicked was a dope movie. Babygirl and I discussed the different themes and lessons she picked up in the film. This girl was so bright and full of life. I couldn’t believe how perfect she was. Blessed and proud, I couldn’t even begin to cover it. Next morning, we did our morning routine of hygiene, outfit choices, breakfast, and affirmations, and I dropped babygirl off at school.

“Aye, man, you the guy from Underground, right?” I heard a voice say as I entered one of my favorite coffee shops. I turned around to face him.

“Yea, man. How you doing?”

“Oh man, my girl gon flip. She loves you. You dope or whatever. Can I get a pic witchu?”

“Yea man, C’mon”

We took a couple of pictures, and I dapped him up. I told him about Cross, and he said he would spread the word. I reached the counter to order my favorite drink, and my favorite barista was there.

“Oh, shit, everybody. My favorite actor after Denzel is here!” Assata shouted.

“Here you go! You gotta do that every time I come up here? You know I’m tryna be incognegro” I responded, feigning annoyance.

“Shut up. You love my announcements, and I love doing ‘em”

“Whatever, ya pops and Man man here. I wanted to say wussup to them real quick before I start a little bit of work.”

“Al, you just finished working. When you gonna take a minute to breathe? Enjoy that little girl before you jet off.”

“First of all, you in my business. Second, babygirl says ‘hey’ and that the last time she came in here and got a hot chocolate Man Man made it too hot, and she burned her tongue. So I’m here to beat his ass. Next, I did take time to decompress but I got a baby now and like everybody else, I’m tryna make sure everybody eats. Lastly, go get ya Pops!”

“Mhmm. You ain’t gotta jump down my throat. I’m just saying that you can take more than a week and some change to relax and enjoy your accomplishments,” she said, making her way to the back room.

A second later, Pops, aka Mr. Johnson, came from behind. As far as I was concerned, he was part of the family. My family had been coming to his coffee shop and bakery since I was a kid. He looked out for me when my own father was busy working three jobs, and when we didn’t have what we needed for school, he looked out in every way possible. Every time I’m home, I make sure I see him and see if he needs anything. He always declines my help, but I always end up getting my way.

We spoke for a while about what was going on in the neighborhood and how he kept getting incessant calls trying to get him to sell his property. I knew from how he spoke about the neighborhood and this shop that he would never sell. He wasn't going anywhere if I had anything to do with it. He was one of the few black businesses left in the neighborhood and probably the only one that wasn’t drowning in massive debt. I saw to that.

After an hour or so, I excused myself and headed to one of the tables across from the window to start looking at a list of upcoming films and shows that have been greenlit and looking to cast. Then, I took a couple of meetings and started finishing up some work I had been putting off for my side projects. Everybody knows I keep a job. I was always working. At first, it started out as a way to get out of debt and make sure that I was never homeless or destitute again. Then, I kept going because I feared that everything I had could be taken from me at any moment, and I needed something. Then I started making excuses about why I couldn’t sit still. That reminded me I had to check in with my guy Mark for our therapy session I had to reschedule.

When that was completed, I googled the address Isaiah sent me. Google maps street view allowed me to see the inside and outside of the building. It was definitely of a modern design. It also looked like it doubled as a community center for the youth. Going down a rabbit hole, I learned about the studio's founder and watched a couple of interviews about the community center and why it was founded. Then she appeared.

Amara Omena talked about how the center was a refuge for her to explore her talent as a dancer when her parents admonished and banished her from their home when she stood firm in her decision to pursue dancing full-time instead of becoming an engineer. I was transfixed as she spoke and couldn’t peel my eyes from hers. I also wondered what kind of people would force their kids out in the cold because they wanted to go for their dreams.

I thought to babygirl, and how I would be over the moon if she told me that she wanted to dance or be a plumber… shit, she could tell me that she wanted to sell her collection of rocks, and I would find a way for her to make that happen. My heart felt for Amara in more ways than one. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the phone with the center's founder and told them I would be there on Monday. I discussed a couple of other things with them and hung up.

The weekend came and went and babygirl and I went everywhere she could possibly think to go. I even went back to the coffee shop and play-fought Man Man for making babygirl’s hot chocolate too hot. I threatened to whoop his ass again if he burned my baby. Babygirl got a kick outta that. I dropped her off at her mom’s house, hopped on the A express, got off at Hoyt-Schermerhorn, then got on the C and rode that down to Crown and Utica station. As I walked to Kingston Ave, I took in the sights.

There were some new establishments, but I was glad to see that some of the old ones I grew up with were still there. I made a mental note to take babygirl to the Brooklyn Museum. Finally, I arrived at the Kingston Community Center and went inside. I signed in at the front desk and asked the receptionist where I could sit while I waited for Dr. Simmons to meet me.

“I know you, baby. You don’t need to sign in. I already told Dr. Simmons that you were here when I saw you walking up, witcho fine ass. She’s coming down,” the receptionist said, winking at me. I chuckled.

“Thank you ma’am”

“Anything for you, baby. My name is Linda Brentwell, but everybody calls me Ms. Lee. You single?” she asked. I choked, caught off guard. This woman was firmly in her 60s and flirting with me unabashedly.

“That’s enough, Ms. Lee. Thank you,” a voice said from behind her. “Hell,o Mr. Hodge, I’m Dr. Simmons. We spoke over the phone.”

I shook her hand. “Nice to meet yo,u Dr. Simmons”

“Follow me. The kids are down the hall,” she announced.

She told me how grateful she was to receive a call from me and how much it would mean to the kids. She gave me a working itinerary of how the day would go. I spoke with the kids first, signing autographs. They’d watch an episode of Underground, and then I would get a tour of the facility. I chopped it up with the kids and had a blast. I knew babygirl was a riot, but these kids were talented and full of life. They came from all kinds of bullshit out there, and despite everything, they found some semblance of hope and peace at the center.

Its establishments like these mean everything to the community. I made a mental note of everything the kids said about the place and assured them this wouldn’t be the last they saw of me. I took a picture with each of them and then gave them autographs. I’ll tell my assistant to check in with the center and give the kids goodie bags.

A teen named Keith waited for me by the door to give me a tour of the center. I chopped it up with him as we walked around the building. I asked him to deviate from the routine and to show me the dance studio last. He mentioned how a generous donor, a contact from one of the instructors of the dance studio, helped remodel the building, which gave them a lot of space. It was about 6:30pm when we finally made it to the dance studio.

It was on the 4th floor and bathed in a soft, amber sunset that filtered through the tall windows, casting elongated shadows on the polished wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of fresh wood and a hint of sweat, the lingering evidence of hours of movement—the walls lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. A single barre ran the length of one side, worn smooth by countless hands. At the far end, a stereo system hummed, its speakers poised like silent sentinels.

A bin was riddled with worn ballet shoes, jazz heels, and some tap shoes. Gym bags and jacks piled next to the cubbies found next to the door. The loud thud of landing jumps and shifting feet quickly hit your ears when you opened the door. I looked around until I spotted her. Her hips swayed and shifted to the beat, the familiar sight melting my resolve. The choreographer’s next formation led her to the front, where she twirled, leaped in the air, and landed in a split.

“Damn,” is all that escaped me as I watched her pop her ass in the split and look directly into the mirror. She knew exactly what she was doing, making me wonder what else she knew. “I know. Amara is cold. You see all the dudes we passed getting to the door?” “Yea” “They here to watch her. Every time. They stay on her body,” he said. “Is that right?” “On God.”

That bit of information only strengthened my resolve to make sure that I was the only one “on her body,” as he put it.

“Class. We have a special guest with us today. Everyone say ‘Hello’ to Mr. Aldis Hodge, actor, philanthropist, artist, and watchmaker,” she finished as everyone clapped. I gestured my vote of thanks for their warm welcome.

“Thank you so much for your warm welcome. Wait, hold up. How did you know I made watches and painted them? Let me find out if you've been stalkin a brother,” I joked. The room erupted in laughter. I looked at her, and a small smile crept onto her face. “I was given a great tour. Keith did an excellent job, and we stopped by the studio last to see if I could get some time to learn a few moves real quick.”

“We’d be honored to have you. Here, you can partner with one of our finest, Amara.” “Only if it isn’t a bother,” I posited, looking at her. “No. Not at all,” she said softly. “Alright, y'all all since Mr. Hodge is joining us, we will take it down and practice or choreo to Toni’s ‘You’re Makin’ Me High,’” the instructor, who answered to the name Jamaica, said. She went over the first part of the choreography step by step. It was simple enough, even though I got a couple of chuckles and redirects from Amara. After a couple of individual practices, we all came together and rehearsed them. For someone who only two steps, ya boi was getting it in. I didn’t look out of place. When I got to pull Amara in and dance with her, I felt the same rush I felt two months ago when she took my breath away with the whining of her waist.

Can’t get my mind off you/ Think I might be obsessed/ The very thought of you makes me wanna get undressed/ I wanna be with you in spite of what my heart says/ I guess I want you too bad…

Toni was speaking my exact sentiments through the speakers, which must have shown because once we were done with steps, a round of applause erupted.

“Okay, chemistry!!! Mr. Hodge, how long you gonna be in town because we may need you to perform this with us?” Jamaica asked. Reluctantly I broke eye contact with Amara in order to answer Jamaica. “I can move some things around. Let me know what yall need.” “Oh, don’t tell me that 'cause I’mma hit your line about it too!” “I got you,” I replied, looking back at Amara.

I learned a couple of other things, and by the time the class was over, I had come out of my quarter zip and drenched my beater. I walked over to get a towel.

“Of all the dance studios in Brooklyn, you walk into this one?” I heard a voice beside me say. I removed the towel from my face to look at her. “Aint that something?” She looked at me intently. “You aren’t following me, are you?” “You cute and all, but I don’t need to stalk women to speak to them,” I replied. I lied. She wasn’t cute, she was gorgeous. The way a single bead of sweat curved around her brown slid down her temple and cheek, and curved down her jaw made me want to lick it. While it was a happy coincidence that Isaiah’s cheating ass happened to run into her going into the studio, the rest was all me. I definitely was looking into her and learning all I could about her. She looked at me momentarily, said, “Ok then,” and turned on her heels. I fucked up. I didn’t want to make it seem as though I wasn’t interested at all, but that was the energy it was giving. I had to save the moment.

“But since we are both here and it’s late, is there a place you like to go to grab something to eat?” I asked, hoping this would bring the conversation back to a good place. “The bodega around the corner has bomb sandwiches.” “You wanna walk together?” “You cute and all, but I usually don't go with men places unless I know them.” “So you think I’m cute?” “I think you’re capable of finding a bodega and getting a sandwich.”

I smirked. “You got it. If you change ya mind, that’s where I’ll be headed.” I cleaned myself off, threw on my quarter zip and jacket, and headed down with Keith. After saying goodbye to Keith and the other kids waiting to be picked up, I headed to the bodega she had mentioned. There was a high possibility that I fucked things up back there, but something in me hoped— prayed she would just see it as nerves and come anyway.

When I got to the bodega, I placed my order and got two more orders. I walked around the store and stopped in the back. I pulled out my phone and checked a couple of texts. I got two drinks out of the fridge and returned to the side of the store where they were making the sandwiches. Like clockwork, the store manager came out to inspect the ground. He was orange with long whiskers and a striped tail. If you’re in NY and you don’t see a bodega cat, be suspicious. “Papi, ya order is next," said the Bodega owner. “Thank you.” I went back to check my phone to pass the time. I responded to one email about a potential role and thought about some others. “Three orders? You just knew I was coming, huh!” I heard from behind me. I turned around, and there she stood.

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spaceycat · 21 hours ago

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Hey pooks-

Mike content? yes sirrrey

Needy Mike who's surpisingly vocal in bed makes me soo <333

i think i've written something about this like.. the exact same wording here!! I'll write a fic this time instead of head canons, enjoy!

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☆˚₊ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ... ╰┈➤ 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: dirty cash (money talks) by the adventures of stevie v (4:03) ✰ pairing: mike munroe x fem!reader

✰ cw: kinda angsty, smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f!recieving), aftercare, swearing, unprotected sex, choking, degrading kink

✰ word count: 1.3k+

✰ summary: mike returned home after a long day of work, finding his girlfriend sitting on the couch wearing just his shirt and panties. that suddenly made him NOT tired anymore. pls tell me yall get the mr president joke.... ✰ a/n: meow

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ mike ꩜

today at 5:49pm // mr president ❤️ "i'm working overtime tonight, don't wait up baby"

today at 6:01pm // mr president ❤️"will you be home for dinner??""no, but save a pate for me""plate*""alr, don't come home too late xx""ily""i love you too"

You'd sigh, placing down your phone. Mike has been picking up late night shifts for the past few weeks, you know why - he's just trying to save up some more money for the two of you but you can't say that you don't miss him. He's become distant, you know that. He comes home later and later each night and barely kisses you goodbye - it's dumb, you think it's dumb. It is dumb, but you just worry about him.

You cooked yourself dinner, something simplistic - something that you wouldn't worry over. You placed Mike's food in the fridge, leaving a note on the fridge door incase he came home after you went to sleep. You ate while watching some tacky tv show, it's embarassing to say you checked your phone every few minutes to see if he had texted you something, anything.

You washed up, moving to get changed into some new clothes, as you sifted through your closet - you found an oversized shirt of Mike's. You put it on, returning back downstairs to your spot to the couch. You leaned against your hand, your eyes feeling heavier as you felt yourself about to drift off into sleep when you heard the front door open.

You immediately shot up, looking up towards the door - seeing Mike walk in, placing his bag down. He stretched, letting out a sigh. He saw you on the couch, staring at him expectingly.

"Hey-- I hope I didn't keep you up.." He'd walk over to you, placing a hand under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. You shook your head, "Don't worry about it.. I was gonna go to sleep soon anyways." You looked up, gesturing with your head to the kitchen. "Dinner's in the fridge." "Thank you baby.." Mike placed a kiss to your forehead, moving into the kitchen. As your focused returned to the tv, you heard movements coming from the kitchen when Mike spoke up. "Where'd you find that shirt?" You looked towards the kitchen, "What?--" "That shirt, it's mine- is it not?" "Yeah.. I found it in the closet." "It look better on you anyways.." He'd move into the living room, sitting beside you with his food. You focused back to the tv show, a few minutes passed and you felt yourself getting sleepy once more - Mike finished his food, leaving the plate on the coffee table.

You stood up, "I'm gonna go to bed--" You'd move to walk off when Mike grabbed your wrist. "Hey-- baby.. wait." "Hm?-- what's up.." He then stood up, turning you to face him. "I.. I know that I've been working alot recently.. and I'm sorry-" "You dont have to apologise." "I am anyways." He'd place a hand to the side of your face, "I love you and you know that, right?" "Of course.." You'd place a hand overtop his, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Can I make it up to you?" "..What do you have in mind?"

He placed another kiss to your lips, and another before he picked you up bridal style. You let out a yelp, "Mike--" He'd only chuckle, walking the two of you towards the bedroom. He'd toss you onto the bed, crawling up ontop of you. "I'll make it up to you baby.. yeah?" You'd nod, "Yeah--"

He’d place a kiss to your lips, leading down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. He took a moment to pause and lift your shirt up - pulling it over your head with your help and tossing it aside.

He'd kiss down your body, moving your panties to the side - running his fingers through your slick folds. "Fuck-- it's like honey.." Before you could speak up, he silenced you placing a short kiss to your clit, moving to lick a stripe up from your slit to your clit earning a moan from you. You felt you practically leaking to your ass, "So sweet.."

He'd practically dive into your pussy, licking and kissing like a starving man. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, and you knew that he was enjoying watching you come apart from just his tongue. You carded your fingers into his hair, tugging at it lightly - earning a groan from him, the vibrations made a shiver drag down your spine. You felt that coil in your stomach tighten, moans becoming more frequent and shaky. He knew you were about to cum, sticking a few fingers into your tight cunt - pumping them right into the place that made you cum on his tongue and fingers, he continued to finger-fuck you through it. Eventually pulling back as he felt you pushing at his head from overstimulation. He eventually crawled back up your body, shedding off his shirt - locking lips with you again, you tasted yourself on his lips but you didn't care at all. That's when you felt him moving your hands to his belt, pulling back. "Be my guest.." A flustered smile was plastered on your face as you fumbled with his belt, your hands still shaking from your previous orgasm. "Here- baby, I'll do it." He'd place a kiss to your forehead, his hands moving expertly as he pulled his belt out of the loop holes of his jeans, you watched him with eager eyes as he pushed his jeans off his body with his boxers, watching his cock bob up and down after the action. Your mouth watered, "C'mere--" You'd pull him back ontop of you, running a hand through his hair - placing another kiss to his lips. You felt the tip of his leaking cock brush against your pussy, you let out a soft whine at that. "God-- you want it baby?" You'd nod, he'd slowly guide his cock into you, you instinctly tightened around him - earning a groan from him. "S-Sorry.." His hips started moving against yours, hearing the quiet slaps of his thighs against your ass as you moved your thighs open more - his cock digging deeper into you, if that was even possible. His hips started moving faster, until he was pounding into you - soft groans coming from his mouth. "Yeah-- you like that baby? All cock drunk.." He'd wrap a hand around your neck, not too tight but enough for you to feel hazy from it. "Mmm-" "F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum.. I want you to cum before me--" He'd move his hands between the two of you, hands moving fast against your clit as you felt that feeling coil within you again, cumming around him as you felt his thick hot cum pumping deep into you, you came down from your high - he'd pull his cock out of you slowly, watching his cum leak out of you with eager eyes. He'd drag his fingers through your worn out cunt - picking up some of the mixture of your and his cum. He'd place his fingers up to your lips. "Suck." You didn't need to be told twice, your mouth wrapped around his fingers - sucking his cum off of him, feeling the heady taste on your tongue.

Afterwards, he helped you into the shower, washing you off - letting you lean against him. Muttering soft praises into your ear. He'd help dry you off when getting out of the shower, putting some of his own clothes onto you. He helped you into bed, his arms instinctly wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I'll try and come home earlier now, okay baby?" "Okay--" You'd nod, "I love you.." "I love you too."

#until dawn #until dawn smut #smut #mike munroe x reader #mike munroe #mike munroe smut #mike munroe until dawn

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lovebvni · 1 year ago

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Shifting tips plz?

hey hon!! i’m going to be honest, i’ve been avoiding answering this because i feel like this is a three part thing. before shifting, during shifting, and after an attempt. so im gonna try to answer it like that.

!! long blog ahead !!

pre-shift

• before a shift, it’s good to meditate. get your mind, soul and intention on one thing, making an attempt.

• set an intention/affirm! for a few minutes, just say “i am going to shift.” “i have shifted.” “i will shift this attempt.” “i always succeed when i shift” or things like that. get it deep into your mind, into your bones! let the universe hear it!!

• do something to tire you out PHYSICALLY! this is some advice i haven’t seen before, but has helped me. if your physical body is tired, it’s easier for it to fall asleep so it can recover. but, after exercising, your mind and subconscious wasn’t doing much, so it still has energy to spare!

• hype yourself up! another thing i don’t see much, making yourself excited to shift. if you’re pumped with adrenaline, and then you’re about to do that action to get where you’re going (example, you got ready for a party and you’re getting ready to go in your car) you’re going to be like going CRAZY mentally and this will help u so much!!

• reflect! yeah, this is similar to affirming, in the way you’re reminding yourself of what you did and what you can do. remind yourself of that he attempts you made in the past, the symptoms you got, the times you temporarily shifted (or minishifted if u call it that) remind yourself of your power, your abilities!!

• read your script to where you’re shifting! if you have a script, of course, i know some people mentally script or don’t script much, but look over it if you have one. change little things, remind yourself what you look, the colour of your eyelashes compared to your eyebrows. random things like that.

• visualize it. “thoughts become things. if you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand” — bob proctor. this isn’t limiting yourself to visualizing, hell, you can SAY you’re doing it. like i sometimes tell myself “i’m going to shower” or “i’m going to make a blog today” then i do it. i saw it in my mind, i spoke it, now i hold it in my hand. and there’s proof! witnesses, bro! sometimes, all you gotta do is think it and believe those thoughts are real.

during a shift

keep focus! or as my pastor once said, keep watch! watch your thoughts, watch your mind. if it starts drifting away from the method and you start thinking you want a sandwich ( *cough cough* me and @shiftingwithhale *cough cough* ) then refocus and redirect your thoughts. “i accept this thought, i will now move back to shifting.” then focus on shifting again. your mind WILL wonder, and that’s not a bad thing! you are human as much as you are god! you will make mistakes! but that doesn’t mean you keep making those mistakes. yall, i accidently stole once and i CRIED MY FUCKING EYES OUTTT!! before returning it. i was so upset i accidentally stole, and i went back in that store CRYING when I gave it back.( i was like 4 btw. i was so scared, it was cold n i wanted to ask my mom for smth but i forgot when i was holding her hand 💀)

listen to a sub/theta waves/a guided method! just something! it helps the brain focus and calms the crazy side. this is obvs if u have the ability to. for example, i know someone who can’t have their phone after a certain time + their parents make sure to take it before and check on them. they aren’t into shifting, it just makes it extremely difficult to talk to them after a certain time 🙄🙄 if u can’t do this, dw!! listen to a sub before going to bed/while doing hw :)

when intrusive/negative thoughts come — “why am i doing this?” “this is stupid.” “i what if i mess this all up bc i gotta sneeze” WHO TF CARES!! LITERALLY MOVE. TELL THEM TO SHUT UP. TELL THEM U WRE BETTER! OR EVEN TAKE A BREAK BRO! the break can literally b a few minutes js to regroup. sit up so you won’t fall asleep, open your eyes, count your fingers and toes (LMAO?? this is specific to someone) and tell yourself “i can do this because i’ve done it. plus other people have done it, all over the world! if one can achieve, so can another.” i feel like it’s so powerful just to remind yourself that if other people can do it you can. if you wanted some new shoes but js got fired from your job n you don’t know what to do, then just wait for a moment. talk to ppl you know. get it done somehow, because eventually you’ll get those shoes, if not better ones!

just do it bro 💀💀 like actually. if you fall asleep after counting to 17 WHO CARES! an awake method can b an asleep method. your brain shutting off does not equal your subconscious shutting down. dude, it CANT DO THAT!! it’s always working, and it works better when your body is resting. keep that in mind.

after an attempt

CELEBRATE i don’t give a shit if you fully shifted or not. you did something. you committed to it. sure, i know it’s hard to keep high spirits, but celebrate the little things. isn’t thanksgiving coming up? be thankful that u found out abt shifting. be thankful you can do an asleep method n shift that way. don’t b mad u didn’t wake up in ur dr, be happy you woke up in a parallel reality and you’re even closer!

write down what worked and what didn’t! if something in your method frustrates or confuses you, change it or remove it. if you visualize in the middle of the method, and you don’t like it, drop it 🤷 do what helps YOU PERSONALLY! use this as a form of journaling. and also, take a deep breath and write out your frustrations w shifting. then write what you love about it. always balance the negative w positive <3

do a reality check! make sure you’re not in a dream. weather you shifted where u want to or not, it’s always good to get in the habit of doing reality checks. it may surprise u and allow u to lucid dream and then shift!!

be in the present! if you didn’t shift, fuck that! you’re here right now and that’s what you can control! sure, you didn’t shift in the PAST but you can in the PRESENT and the FUTURE! so focus on that. it helps with your hope and motivation <3

that’s all i have for u lovely! if i think of anything else, i will update this blog, bc i do rlly believe and hope it will help people <3 this is another blog that made me think, so thank you for that! :)

i love u honey!! i wish u the best on your shifting journey !!

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hearts4hansol · 5 months ago

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hey guys. queued this for when I'm in school but I'm an introvert. meaning i have really low social battery and making friends is hard.. some of yall are probably also like that, so here is

hoshiis super amazing introvert guide to making friends at school!

alright first off. seating arrangements will be your best friend 🔥 wait for a good time to talk to people next to you and try saying some small things, like asking if they like the class. Or, even better, criticizing the people in the class. Try complimenting stuff they have too! Compliments make everyone happy :> I made a friend in my homeroom cause I told her that she had cute drawings

another good idea is finding people who also don't have friends! if you see someone who doesn't know anyone in the class, take the leap of faith and go talk to them about something, such as the class itself.

mutual friends!! if you know someone who's friends with one of your friends, try talking to them??? or try having your friend introduce you to their friend!

to summarize, it's really hard making friends, but you need to step out of your comfort zone and try talking to people, don't be like me at the beginning of the year and just expect someone to come up and talk to me about a hyperfixation :( it will all work out, trust me

#I'm posting this for my own reference but. if yall want it too knock yourself out.#1 4 3 I love queue!#introvert

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r0s3s26 · 7 months ago

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Match up for…@jae-pudding

<3 Your boyfriend is…..Tsukishima Kei!

<3 You for real just found your twin bro

<3 Y'all would be menaces together oh my lord

<3 You and tsukishima have a lot of similar traits in personality, which would make it easier for you guys to click first

<3 Ok mini backstory cause I had an idea

<3 I'm gonna say that you two probably met in highschool and where an exchange student that just moved to miyagi

<3 You were in tsukishima's class and were sat next to him

<3 Some group of kids would be being really loud and annoying near you and you would just start glaring and side eyeing the FUCKKK outta them, which made tsuki giggle ngl

<3 What really made him drawn to you though is how intelligent you are

<3 When he was at karasuno on the volleyball team, he was always surrounded by idiots

<3 Every conversation with Noya, Hinata, Tanka, or Kageyama melted his brain cells

<3 So when you were around and would strike a intelligent conversation with him, it was like a breath of fresh air

<3 Anyways back to the present/time-skip

<3 You are a lot more outgoing in the way you go about yourself, which helps tsukishima explore the world a bit more

<3 Tsukishima would drag you to different museums around japan and become your personal tour guide for each one

<3 Wanted to travel more but need a push, your the push

<3 I think his love languages are Words of affirmation and gift giving

<3 Would get you little trinkets and matching things

<3 Wait yall with matching dino keychain>>> so cute

<3 It takes a while for Tsukishima to start opening up more with his emotions and become more emotionally smart in a relationship

<3 He is mainly scared of just messing something up. So he starts bottling stuff in and putting up fake facades to seem ok. But once your like “Hey man, talk to me, its ok” all the walls come crashing

<3 Ok back to positive stuff

<3 His favorite date is to sit at an outdoor cafe(new one every couple weeks or so) and people watch

<3 Your favorite date is going to different cities and or towns in japan

<3 Overall you both work very well for each other

Blurb (Tsukishima's POV):

It's dark outside by the time practice ends. I feel gross with how sweaty I am and musty the air is in the gym, I need to get out quick. I thank the coach and my captain and quickly leave for the locker room. I sent a quick text to Yuno that i'm gonna be like in 15 minutes. I try to be as quick as possible because we are having a dinner date at a local place in a bit and I don’t wanna be late. After my shower I send another text to Yuno that I'm done and he can meet me outside.

I walk out of the locker room and through the front door to the outside, this is nice. I feel my body temperature cooling down and I can finally somewhat relax. I wait a couple of minutes before I hear yuno calling my name, “Tsuki i'm over here!” I look around for a second to see where he was and I see him at the entrance of the parking lot. I walk over there as quickly as possible. When I walk over to him I pull him in by the waist with one arm and kiss the top of his head, “Wow Tsuki, didn’t realize you missed me so much” Yuno says with a smirk “Oh shut it” I reply back with a small smile “Now lets go”.

(Authors Note: I hope you like it:)) I have written in a couple years so Im still getting the hang of it again lol.)

#haikyuu matchup #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #matchup

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sleepy-achilles · 11 months ago

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How come rdj has only just won an Oscar?

No one saw iron man 1 or endgame?

Bro even judge or a guide to recognising your saints? (Bro put his whole bubble butt into that scene where he asks his father if he loves him)

Hell the sherlock films (give me another pls)

Even Chaplin. (A man I have personal beef with. I watched that film twice, I was doing my history projected on Charlie Chaplin. Made a book about his entire life. And I mean entire life. Had a month to do it, did it in 24 hours before it was due and got an A* for it. I now cannot look at that weirdly posed man without suffering. But Robert's acting was amazing)

Yall just thought, hey this man has an inspiring story let's just not give his hardest, hottest performance a Oscar.

Let's make him wait for it and then give it to him for something he costared in.

Smooth Oscars, smooth.

Anyways congrats RDJ you lil cinnamon roll. You deserve it

#rdj #robert downey jr #my beloved

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tallulahneale · 5 months ago

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Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Five

Over the next 4 days, he teaches Lula everything about the operation. By day 5 she is pretty much a pro, checking through the online forums for new clients, pin pointing new drop off points and keeping an eye on the stock.

“Are you ready?” Vince asks her.

“Wait, I don’t think I can go through with this” she starts to ramble “I mean, we can wait for anoth-“

“Lula. No. The longer we leave it the riskier it is”

“I know but wh-“

“We have to do this. Stop talking”

She takes a deep breath, staring at him, hands shaking. He gives her a burner phone with a random sim, “call this number at 7:47am on Tuesday, no earlier no later. Throw it away and break the sim once you’re done.”

“But we have work that day! Vince I’m not sure anymore”

“Stop it Lula, your nervous energy is rubbing off on me”

“…sorry”

“It’s fine. Just call the number, make yourself sound extra white. Y’know, like a Karen”

“Yes yes, I got it”

“Cool. You got this boubout” he smiles at her. She smiles back nervously. Giving him a tight hug. “I’ll miss you.”

“Stop all that, you’ll see me in no time. My Mom said you can drop by her house if you need help or if you just want to chill” he said as he embraces her.

They stare into each other’s eyes, is this that moment? they think simultaneously. She let go, giving him a kiss on the cheek then resting her head on his shoulder “Fight hard nigga.”

——

Tuesday morning was tense. She made the call and headed straight to work. She did her best to keep it altogether till the end of the work day but she was on edge.

9am, no Vince.

10am, still a no show.

11am nothing.

A nosy little coworker walks towards her, he’s probably the one Vince was talking about, Lula says to herself.

“No Vince today?” The short stout man asks. Mockingly, she looks around the pharmacy “Huh?”

“It’s almost lunch time and Vince still isn’t here. Quite unusual if you ask me.” He responds curiously.

“Awww you must really care about your coworkers wellbeing” she says sarcastically “that’s sweet.” He looks at her before walking away, realising that he’s got the right one today.

The rest of the day runs smoothly and Lula heads home. She freshens up, makes a prayer for Vince and drifts of to bed.

Friday morning she wakes up to 10+ missed calls, an email and the work group chat blowing up.

“Fuck. It’s really happening” she whispers to herself. She reads through the email;

‘Following the court case, a verdict of guilty has been reached. Mr Staples will been removed from the register, have his license revoked and jailed for a period of 12 months for selling $35,000 worth of controlled substances.’

“Fuck. That nigga is hella smart” Lula says to herself, “Vince knew all of this would happen and came up with an ingenious plan.” She checks the group chat and it’s going off! Baptiste, the branch manager, sends a brief but condescending message;

‘I am sure you all received the email and heard the news about one of our hardest working staff. It truly saddens me to see this. However, let this be a lesson for those in other branches. Thanks, Baptiste.’

“Shut the fuck up, yall didn’t catch him! Slow ass mfs” she says to herself getting ready to leave for work. “Today’s gonna be a long day” she adds.

——

After a busy, annoying and frustrating work day, Lula heads to the operation apartment. She did agree to manage the operation while he’s away, There’s no time like the present, she encourages herself as sets up a new plan. Vince didn’t leave her with a guide on how to get through the 12 months without him. So she comes up with her own; drop offs will be 3 days a week instead of daily. The payments will be made prior to drop off with an increased fee. The news was basically publicity for ‘Painless-Pills’ she giggles, “free marketing!” Technically, is wasn’t free, the cost was Vince been away but hey, he was prepared. Lula updates the forum, sent a message to old customers and the 175 new ones that popped up since Tuesday. The clientele was growing and the stocks were running low. She still goes to pharmacy to keep up appearances, but she couldn’t get stock from there anymore.

Within a week, Lula was able to cut a deal with three wholesale manufacturers. This included changing the custom logo and brands of the meds to a ‘p-p’, “That name is corny af” she laughs. She informs new and future clientele of the change to avoid confusion and states:

‘All referrals must pay at fee of $2700 before being accepted into the p-p system. Present clients must make a payment of $1500 if they wish to continue with p-p’

Going through the list of clients she knows they are willing to pay for legit medical-grade pills. Plus Vince showed her the books and boiiii did she see some questionable names on that list!

She heads to work at the pharmacy like normal, after she sorts the new guide and updates the forum.

“Today is going to be a good day” she smiles softly.

Part 5 1/2 link.

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Sweetheart = boubout

#vince staples #black reader #creole #haiti #fem reader #friendship #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #orginal work #tnblog

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belovedwhore · 3 years ago

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lucas sinclair x cheerleader!reader

warnings: smut, blowjob, fingering

notes: hey yall, sorry i was gone for so long but this took me like forever to write. there’s a bit of plot to this so it’s a little lengthy but trust me totally worth it in the end. anyways comment and let me know what you think and i promise i’ll be more active. and also let me know who you want me to write for next!!!

it was the night of yet another basketball game. you think after this one of they win they go to the championship. being on the cheer team, you had to be there early, especially as senior captain. lucas was on the basketball team and although he didn’t see much playing time freshman year, he’d grown into a very skilled player and was actually one of the best of the team. he was your best friend and the whole reason you’d joined the cheer team in the first place. freshmen year you’d both decided to try new things, you with cheer and him with basketball, and they both kinda worked out for you guys. every game day you’d go over to his house so you guys could get ready and ride over to the school together.

“lucas where’s your toothpaste?,” you yelled from the bathroom. you’d just finished getting your uniform on.

“i don’t know just use erica’s,” he yelled back from his room, finishing up getting dressed.

“umm how about you don’t,” erica screamed from her room.

you laughed to yourself while finally finding the toothpaste in the cabinet behind the mirror.

“i need to use the mirror,” lucas said opening the door to the bathroom.

“can you knock? i could’ve been naked,” you exclaimed.

“well good thing you weren’t, now mirror.”

“if you couldn’t tell it’s sorta occupied right now.”

“well…”

“just stand behind me, you’re tall as fuck.”

“ok whatever”

you continued brushing your teeth while lucas stood behind you looking in the mirror combing his hair.

“you know, i’m kinda getting tired off this flat top,” you said, spitting in the sink.

“well, i love it,” he started, “and so do the ladies,” he whispered in your ear.

“shut up,” you said as you pushed his face away.

from freshman year to now lucas was right, he had become a lot more popular with the “ladies”. girls were always asking you to set them up with him. and of course you never did. lucas didn’t need a girl like them anyways. but that didn’t stop them from hooking up after games and what not. it always irritated you and you weren’t sure why. you were so curious as to what was so great about hooking up with lucas but surely you could never cross that line, i mean you guys were best friends. but god if you could.

you bent over the sink to reach the tap to rinse the toothpaste out of your mouth. forgetting he was behind you, you suddenly felt lucas pressed against your ass. and the sinclair’s bathroom was small, as in only room for about two people and lucas being 5’ 10” pretty much took up about seventy five percent of that space, meaning you had basically pinned him against the wall behind you.

“shit,” he cursed from behind you, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“oh relax, i’m almost done rinsing gimme a second,” you responded after spitting the water out of your mouth.

you were in your skirt already which didn’t really help lucas in keeping calm. the skirt was hiked up to reveal the curves of your ass, which was pressing directly on his cock. you could feel him moving behind you, trying to shimmy out which somehow only made it worse as you began to feel his erection grow against your ass. you spit out your last bit of water, quickly standing up and turning to face him.

“all done,” you quickly exclaimed, looking lucas dead in the eye, sure to not glance anywhere else.

“yep all done, ok well i need to piss so bye,” he said hurriedly as he guided you out the door, but not before you saw his hand over his crotch.

after he closed the door in your face you readjusted your skirt and headed back into his room to grab your bag. what in the hell just happened you thought to yourself.

“lucas i’m downstairs whenever you’re done,” you yelled on your way down the stairs.

“ok,” he shouted back.

after what seemed like forever lucas finally came downstairs so you guys could leave.

you guys said bye to his parents as they wished you good luck.

and god did you need it for this car ride.

the two of you got to hawkins high is what seemed like an eternity of silence and background breathing, you didn’t say much after the bathroom incident and neither did he.

with the clock running out we’d won the game and would be moving on to the championship game next friday. everyone was ecstatic, the boys going crazy, the crowd hyping them up, and of course the cheerleaders fawning over the players. everyone decided to head over to benny’s for an after game party and naturally you followed along. you stood outside your car waiting for lucas for like twenty minutes before just asking if anyone had seen him.

“hey patrick,” you called out, “have you seen lucas anywhere, we were gonna ride over to benny’s together.”

“i saw him get in the car with chrissy and some of the other guys, pretty sure he already left,” patrick answered.

“oh, well thanks, see you,” you answered getting into your car.

weird that he didn’t come out to the car to ride with you to benny’s and even fucking weirder that he went with a girl on the squad like you’re not the goddamn captain. least he could’ve done was let you know but whatever. you’d see him at the party.

you arrived at the party shortly after the main crowd of people, strolling through the door to assess the scene. the music was already on, practically blasting, and people had already taken their spots on the couch or talking by the wall. you saw some boys filling their cups with beer from the keg , some girls watching and basically drooling over them, while others mixed concoctions with the drinks set out on the island. and them you spotted lucas. standing between chrissy’s legs as she sat of the kitchen counter, flirting with her.

“oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath walking over to them.

“hey chrissy i’m gonna have to steal lucas for a second, hope you dont mind,” you said obnoxiously, grabbing lucas’s hand and leading him into the backroom and shutting the door.

“um, what the fuck,” lucas asked.

“don’t ‘what the fuck’ me,” you scoffed, “‘what the fuck’ yourself. i waited outside for you and you couldn’t even let me know you were getting a ride with someone.”

“well, i’m sorry alright, i just got distracted,” he shrugged.

“distracted? you mean flirting with her right?”

“don’t be like that.”

“cmon lucas, chrissy? really, like you have to be joking.”

chrissy, the same girl that basically bullied you and lucas for the first two years of high school, all of a sudden wants him, give me a break.

“look what happened at your house earlier was stupid like it’s fine i don’t understand why you’re being weird.”

“well it doesn’t even matter because i wasn’t even affected by it or whatever. that’s disgusting.”

“oh so i’m disgusting?” you questioned.

“no i just wasn’t turned on or whatever,” he answered, avoiding eye contact.

“so you weren’t turned on or whatever,” you started as you walked closer to him, “because i’m disgusting.”

walking backwards away from you he responded, “no, that’s not it i’m just not, you know, i’m tryna get at chrissy tonight.”

“oh bullshit, you’ve been acting weird since your house. and spare me the ‘not- not- not’ because i literally felt your dick earlier.”

while backing up lucas suddenly felt the back of a chair and ended up sitting in it, now looking up at you.

“bull,” he refuted shakily.

“oh really,” you asked.

“yep.”

“ok so when i do this,” you said as you began to kneel in between his legs, resting your forearms on his thighs,“ you don’t feel anything.”

“mhmm,” he hummed nervously, now looking down at you with wide eyes.

“and if i do this,” while you palmed his dick over his sweats,” “your still not ‘you know’,” you mocked.

lucas let out a stifled gasp as you began to palm his growing length. he felt his boxers becoming tighter and tighter in his sweatpants as you continued palming him.

“what about this?” you asked, reaching into his sweats and boxers and pulling out his cock, “this okay?”

looking down at you he nodded, ready for you to keep going.

you could hear his stifled groans as you worked your hand around his cock, firmly up and down making him squirm under your touch. you placed a little kiss on his tip, causing him to shudder under your touch.

“oh my god,” he gasped.

you wrapped your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and applying pressure along the tip. while looking up at him you started to slowly bob your head up and down on his dick, stroking whatever didn’t fit. at this point he couldn’t even stay still under you. you felt him bucking his hips, trying to push his dick farther into your mouth. increasing your speed he was getting closer and closer to finishing.

“shit, i’m gonna cum,” lucas groaned.

you took his words as encouragement as you increased your bobbing more to the point where he became a trembling, moaning mess. then suddenly you just stopped, standing up off your knees to look down at him. lucas looked like he was going through the five stages of grief, with his mouth wide open and dick still out.

“best to stop now you know, since i’m disgusting and don’t turn you on,” you said turning around to leave.

lucas got up after you, shoving his hard dick back into his pants, “hey so you’re just gonna leave me like this, i can’t go back out there.”

turning around briefly you answered, “yep,” then continued towards the door.

as you opened the door slightly you felt lucas’s hand push it closed above you.

“fine, you wanna know the truth? i’ve been acting weird and tryna get at chrissy because i can’t stop thinking about you,” he said.

he moved closer to you, pressing up against your ass shyly, “you’re my best friend, and i can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

“cant stop thinking about your ass,” he whispered, hands trailing up your legs tracing the curve of your ass, “and god knows that uniform doesn’t help.”

your breath hitched as you felt his cold hands on your ass, the feeling was rough but lucas moved slow, almost unsure of his movement.

“cant stop thinking about your tits,” he continued, hands moving under your shirt to need and tease your boobs.

you braced your hands on the door in front of you, struggling to keep yourself upright due to sudden vibrations you felt to your core as he played with your nipples pinching them light between his fingers and massaging them. your moaned lightly, trying to stifle it but lucas had already heard. you could basically feel him smirking behind you.

“shut up,” you choked out as he stayed focused on your tits.

you gasped as he suddenly turned you around to face him, trapping you against the door between his two arms.

“and that mouth, fuck, i’ve thought about it,” he said while trailing his fingers up your neck.

he raised his two fingers, tracing the outline of your lips, still plump from around his cock. he slowly pushed them through your lips into your mouth. you sucked on his fingers, lubricating them for what you could only hope he’d use them for. he groaned as you circled you tongue around his fingers, no doubt thinking about moments earlier when his cock was in your mouth.

his fingers left your mouth, traveling under your skirt to the place where you’d been aching this whole time. you watched him intently, having waited for this moment for so long. moving your underwear to the side he slide his fingers through your folds.

“oh my god,” you gasped, almost shocked from the feeling.

he continued, this time pushing his fingers in side of you slowly. you stopped breathing, holding your breath as you took lucas’s fingers inside you. the inside you clenched around his fingers, pulsating at the new, incredible feeling. you moaned as your head rolled back, resting it on the door.

he now started to rock his finger in and out of you, curling them at a angle, pushing them against the roof of your cunt. you couldn’t stop the moans and profanities from slipping out of your mouth.

“fuck, lucas oh my god,” you breathed heavily, struggling to keep yourself standing.

you grabbed lucas’s shoulders pulling his body closer to you, using him as support to keep yourself from falling. you laced your fingers together behind his neck, looking into his eyes as he rapidly rushed his fingers in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to finishing. he watched your face, studying how you were feeling, if he couldn’t see it he sure could hear it.

“you wanna know what else i cant stop thinking about,” he whispered.

“mhmm,” you moaned, nodding.

and suddenly you felt his lips on yours, colliding with such force you nearly slammed against the door but lucas’s hand braced the surface. the kiss was hungry from both sides. you immediately melted into it, lips molding with his as his tongue slipped into your mouth as you moaned. taking the moment of opportunity to take control of kiss. you responded by biting his bottom lip, holding it out before catching it again between your own. he groaned at the feeling, the slight pain followed directly by pleasure.

while still distracted by the kids, you felt him react as he changed the pace at which he was fingering you. he began to increase his movements, his fingers moving faster in and out of you. you could see his arm flexing as he moved faster and if was enough to make you even wetter if possible. next you felt him raising your leg, holding it under the knee, and placing it at his waist. this new position allowed for him to hit inside you at a whole new, sweeter spot.

“luc- lucas i’m gonna cum,” you gasped, the new feeling completely overwhelming you. the only reason you were still upright was due to lucas’s grip on your leg as well as your grip around his neck.

he pulls away from the kiss, watching as you unraveled before him, “go ahead, show me what i know you’ve been thinking about.”

just as you were about to make another witty remark you felt your orgasm completely rip through you, you gasped loudly feeling your legs shake with pleasure as lucas rode you through your high. you clenched around his fingers breathing heavily, moaning his name and a string of profanities.

once you were finally done, you collapsed your head on lucas’s chest, completely exhausted from the heart wrenching orgasm he gave you. he slowly lowered your leg back to the ground, having to grab your waist to keep you standing. god he’d never let you live this down.

“so,” he said, looking down at you.

you brought your head up off his chest, “so.”

#stranger things #stranger things4 #lucas sinclair x you #lucas sinclair smut #stranger things smut #lucas sinclair x reader #lucas sinclair #cheerleader

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years ago

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The Fate You Fight - Pt. 2

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,8k

[TFYF Masterlist]

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, description of violence, language

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

A/n: it is way too early for my brain to work in any capacity or form i just wanna qleep but anxiety be anxious. ALSO I love yall guys, every one of you, especially the one who take the time to comment (i see you)

Taglist: @red1culous

As you promised you showed up the next morning with clean clothes for Wanda and a bag to put in all of her stuff plus what you bought for her.

Packing everything was fast, and before you knew it, you were sitting in your car to bring her to your place. The ride was silent but not as tense as you thought it would be. You arrived and opened the door for her. The place you rented was pretty nice, it was nothing incredibly big or fancy but it was enough for the three of you - Anath, her soulmate Jamie, and yourself. You guided her to the guest bedroom, showing her the rest of the apartment on the way. She took it all in stride and you put down the bag with her stuff at the end of the bed on which you put fresh linen yesterday.

"Here you go. Make yourself at home." She looked around the room, following the line in the wood of the dresser as she walked. "We can go buy you some clothes too, if you want." You took a look at her. She looked adorable in your clothes, but you were sure it must be uncomfortable for her.

She sat on the side of the bed, testing how firm it was, and she nodded in agreement at your proposition before she thought too much about it, and it made you smile.

"Okay, great. We can go as soon as you're ready."

This earned you a small smile this time, and you left the room so she could put her things out. You noticed Jamie had left their room, still in pajamas, and was making themselves some breakfast.

"Oh, hey Y/n. Did your mysterious Jane Doe settle already?" They asked when they saw you get out of the room.

"She's doing it right now. I'm giving her space." As you talked you could smell the pancakes calling you. They took out two more plates alongside theirs. "Going all out I see."

They juggled with the pancake pan and another one for bacon and eggs. "Nothing beats an American breakfast after a stay at the hospital."

"You know she can't eat too much yet."

"Mhm." They kept going and you noticed them actually making small foods for one of the plates, like a mini-breakfast.

You snickered. "She's not a child."

"Hey, everyone likes small food. Plus, they're special." They pointed at the smiley face in the pancakes. It was also on the bigger ones. "See."

"Unbelievable," you muttered. "Can't believe you're actually a renowned chef."

They shrugged and you walked away to your own room for a minute to put your phone to charge, and when you came back you saw Wanda looking at Jamie from her door. It was kind of adorable.

"Wanda," you called softly and she jumped a small bit. "Jamie is making breakfast, you want some?" You paused for a second. "They kind of already plated some for you," you added in a mutter.

"If they already plated it…" she answered, and you took the lead.

Before you reached the kitchen fully - where Jamie was now singing very off key - you looked at her. "What name do I give him?"

She pondered the question. "Wanda is fine."

That was a good sign, you thought. Or maybe you were reading into things. Still, when you reached the kitchen again, you introduced them to each other.

"Wanda, huh. Nice name." They put the plates on the dinner table that was close to the kitchen.

She shrugged at that and simply sat down where she was indicated to. You took the seat next to her and Jamie sat across from you. Your friend's soulmate had always been a chatty person, and today seemed like it wasn't going to be an exception. That is until you heard Wanda's voice.

"I can't eat those," she said, pointing at the pancakes. "There are smiles on them."

Your eyes went wide and you had to bite your lip hard not to laugh. You were in no way, shape or form, expecting her to react like that to the smiling pancakes.

"It's okay, it's because they're happy to be eaten," Jamie answered and it was getting progressively harder to keep your laugh in when Wanda narrowed her eyes at them. She seemed to accept the answer because right after she was eating.

You spent breakfast talking with the cook while Wanda was content listening. Jamie had tried getting her to engage, but she just continued her trend of not talking or only very briefly. They quickly understood she wanted to be left alone and accepted it in stride, before you finished breakfast and you helped with the plates. As you put them in the sink, you turned to Wanda.

"Do you want to go for clothes today or tomorrow, if you need to rest?"

"Today is good."

That was fine by you, so when you finished getting everything cleaned you went shopping with her. It was clear that any crowded place was going to be hard for her to deal with so you were careful about where you went, even if it meant paying a higher price.

It didn't take you that long out there, even when you stopped to buy her a phone too, and you grabbed lunch on the way back. Once you got home, you put the food down and brought the clothes to her room. Upon entering, you noticed the bear on the bed and arched an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips. You turned on your heels to look at her with a mischievous spark in your eyes, but before you could open your mouth she sent you a stare. It made you falter, but also, you had to comment on that.

"Don't," she stopped you in your tracks. You crossed your arms and pouted, but she simply walked past you in order to put the new clothes in the dresser.

"So I can't even make jokes aloud now?" You complained, sitting on the bed to watch her tidy - or more like watch her back.

"I guess not," she said flatly. You tilted your head on the side, trying to get a better view of her. You were proud to notice her cheeks' coloration.

You held in a chuckle, and ignored the warm feeling in your chest. "Okay, then I guess it's fine if I borrow it for tonight?" You asked, already laying on the bed and stretching your arm to grab the fuzzy plushie. That was enough provocation for her to turn around and use her magic to put it away from you. You looked at her, mouth agape.

"Mhm," she shook her head, and you gave up, both on stealing the plushie and on teasing her.

"Okay, fair enough I guess. Can we go eat now?"

She answered you by closing the drawer and walking to where you left the food. You enjoyed the takeout in silence and when the afternoon rolled in, you grabbed your laptop to start working. Wanda wandered around the apartment a bit before she decided to settle on a book to read, and you co-existed peacefully like this for a few hours.

"I'm going to need to go to the office tomorrow morning," you told her at some point, your eyes fixed on your screen, and your head hurt when you caught an influx of her thoughts. There was panic, sadness, and fear, and something dark that didn't quite feel like the voice you were starting to know - even if you had troubles hearing her clearly like you did the first time you met her. But despite all that, her answer remained short.

"Okay." She turned the page of her book and you looked up at her, wondering if you should add something.

"Jamie will be there in the morning, and I'll be back for lunch. And if anything bad happens… Just call me. Okay?"

You waited for a reaction on her part, anything to make sure she would be fine. She did seem to relax in the armchair she was curled up in, and nodded. Good.

You went back to work while Wanda's reading kept getting interrupted by thoughts. She mainly wondered how you managed to have her rely on you so much in so little time, and if she could truly trust you. Memories flooded her of everything that happened in Westview. Of what she did after. She closed her eyes, her breathing getting harder and harder. It was like there was a weight compressing her lungs on her chest, and she had no idea how to deal with them. You started to notice a few seconds in and before your brain could really comprehend what was happening, you were by her side, a hand on her knee as you squatted next to her seat.

"Hey, Wanda, look at me." She opened her eyes, vision blurry with tears, but a jarring deep red for you. "What's happening? Talk to me."

But she couldn't talk, there wasn't enough air around her. She was going to die like a fish out of water, and after everything she'd done, she wondered if it weren't better. But she still remembered your note and the crossed out words, and that kept the bad thoughts on their toes for now as you were looking her in the eyes, giving her far away instructions.

Some of her memories and thoughts hit you deep, but you forced them out for now. "Breathe in. Now count down to ten, and exhale. Yes, that's good, again…" you breathed with her, making sure to exaggerate the motion of breathing in and out for her to follow. And it worked. Slowly but surely, she calmed down and was able to breathe normally again.

"Seems like you got a panic attack," you told her. "I used to have them all the time when I was a kid." The explanation of your knowledge only made her tilt her head, so naturally, you gave her more. "My dad used to hit my mother, and I could always see the signs of it coming. My mom, she sent me to my room to protect me, but I would start to panic and just…" you gestured vaguely to her as if to show what had just happened.

She looked at you with a sadness that was different than her usual, and you understood it was directed at you. Her empathy made you look away almost in shame of your admission. You rarely talked about it ever, but she thought it would help her, or at least distract her. Now you weren't so sure.

"Thank you," she said, and it made you feel better immediately. "For sharing."

You offered a small smile and squeezed her knee before you stood up. After squatting for so long blood finally flew back freely to your legs and you let out a groan at the sudden pain.

You had a very awkward walk back to your place on the couch, but it was one that tugged on Wanda's lips. That made it strangely okay with you.

Wanda got very little sleep her first night in her new room. It all felt too comfortable, too homey, and she was strangely perturbed by the smell of your detergent on the linens. She found herself startled by a very intrusive thought: what if she went to sleep in your room? She caught herself thinking about it, thinking of sleeping next to you, or in your arms. You had been so kind to her, and she had to admit that it felt nice. The last time she felt cared for in this capacity was with Vision. As she thought of her husband, she wondered what he would think of all this, of how low she had fallen. He would have disapproved for sure, maybe he wouldn't have been able to truly understand. He always had been this way, so straight in his boots. Would you understand her? Would you be able to look at her knowing everything she'd done? This questions haunted her, but she had no way to know the answer.

What if she looked for them directly in your head? Something in her whispered. She could make you hers in the snap of a finger, kill any doubt in your mind. You didn't need to have a choice.

She shut down the voice as hard as she could. She refused to take anyone's choice away ever again. If she were to live instead of wasting away, she couldn' keep hurting people for her own selfish interests.

She grabbed the bear tightly in her arms and imagine your soothing mind voice reading in her head. Eventually, it was enough to soothe her, and she fell asleep.

She heard you leave for work in the early morning. It actually woke her up, and the thought of trying to get back to sleep was a haunting one, so she got up. She paced the apartment like a cat trying to get aquainted with its territory. More than once she stopped in front of your door. She wondered how mad you would be if she went in just to have a little look around. After the seventh time, she went back to her room to grab a book, any book, to try and distract herself. It worked well enough, and mainly long enough for Jamie to appear again, sleep on their face when they emerged from the room.

"Good morning young lady," they said, and Wanda arched an eyebrow. She was fairly certain that she was older than them. Still, she said nothing. "Any wish for breakfast? I was thinking fruit salad, toasts, greek yogurt and… strawberry jam?" They almost asked, like they were trying to guess something.

Wanda simply shrugged. She had completely forgotten about breakfast, so anything would work for her. Jamie took that as a yes and started working in the kitchen.

"You think you could tell me your favourite foods?" They asked in the middle of cutting some mango. "It's kind of the first thing i asked when I heard you were going to live with us, but Y/n didn't know."

She vaguely remembered you asking her about it on your way here. Now, she felt bad for ignoring the question.

"Paprikash," was all she could provide right now. It was always the first one that came to mind.

"That's a good one." They put the cut fruit in a salade bowl. "I'll make some when you work up a bigger appetite, this way you can enjoy it better. I actually was thinking of making a Wanda dish of the week. So you feel more welcolmed here."

She looked at the cook and blinked a few times. They were very different from both you and Anath - even if she didn't see a lot of the latter. They reminded her of Pietro somewhat, always ready to make new friends and have a good time before they got roped up in the whole Hydra business. She wanted to cry just thinking of him, but managed to hold back her tears.

They failed to notice the sudden distress, busy rambling about food they liked and that maybe Wanda would like too. She managed to calm down enough to be able to join the table for her reduced portion of food, thanking them in a small voice. They offered a smile and kept talking, offering Wanda a very lively one sided conversation, something that right now she was very happy to have.

Work had been a hassle this morning. You loved what you were doing - architecture was your passion after all - but you hated when you had to go meeting to meeting, having to deal with some very insufferable clients that didn't understand the law of physics or what materials to use in what condition. That transpired into lunch, and you sent a quick message in Wanda's direction, hoping she would be fine alone. When you finally left the office, it was two in the afternoon and you rushed home. When you arrived you were relieved to not only find everything in order, but also to see Wanda simply sitting on the couch in her pajamas, a plaid on her laps, watching some old black and white sitcom. She barely reacted when you came in and simply grabbed some popcorn to eat, and you smiled at the image. She might not have been in a great mental state, but apparently she had decided to at least try living a little bit.

"Hey, sorry, the client kept being… well, a client," you finished your sentence like it was self-explanatory. "How have you been?"

You left your coat on the rack and your keys on the plate near the entrance, coming to the living room. You let yourself fall on the other side of the couch, Wanda following with her eyes. Her answer consisted of a shrug, which was on brand with her.

"Have you eaten?" She pointed to the popcorn with her chin, her eyes back to the screen in front of her. "Beside the popcorn?" Wanda looked away, and that's all you needed to know. "Okay, I'll make you a small sandwich."

You stood up again and walked to the kitchen. It took you very little time to make a sandwich, plus one for you with some fruits and some cut cucumber. When you put it on the living room table she eyed it and went for some of the cucumber. You had a small smile, content that she ate at all.

Looking at her you could only smile warmly. Your instincts were screaming at you to get closer to her, maybe cuddle, or something like that. That's when you felt something tap you in the thigh. You looked down and saw Wanda's foot.

"You're loud. I'm trying to watch tv," she said and you snickered, making her arch her eyebrows.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll… think less?"

"Watch the show, it's good," she advised, and you took it, focusing on the tv. It was still good to see Wanda talk and be there.

The night was deep, the barely visible moon high in the sky, when Wanda awoke, eyes red and glowing in the darkness. Tears filled her eyes as she realized the reality she was in, her breath ragged with sorrow as she sat up and gripped her head between her arms and hands, sobs shaking her body weakly. She startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder and pushed it off with a slap.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed and a wave of energy surged from her, hitting you straight into the wall of the room. A groan came out of you under the pain and she snapped her eyes open. "Oh god, Y/n! I'm so sorry!"

She scrambled to her feet and kneeled next to you as you leaned against the wall, trying to stand up but you only saw stars. The noise attracted your roommates who rushed in the room, turning on the lights.

"Y/n? What happened?!" Anath came closer to you when you finally managed to get up against the wall.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," you tried to cover but Wanda shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"No, I– it's my fault, my magic surged and it pushed her. It's my fault, I'm so sorry," she cried.

Anath and Jamie looked at you both, Jamie snapping out if it first. "An', hon, why don't you take a look at Y/n?" She nodded and put her arm under yours to guide you to the living room.

Wanda followed you with her gaze, how could she have hurt you? You had been so good to her. She tried to follow after you, but Jamie kept her from doing so. "Let Anath take care of her, she'll be fine."

"But what if she's not? What if–"

They gently brought her to the bed to sit her down. "No what ifs, it only makes things worse. And she's a tough cookie, she'll be okay."

"What if–" they lifted a finger. "She hit the wall hard."

"She'll be fine," Anath said from the door. "She might have a few bruises tomorrow, but nothing terrible. I gave her some paracetamol and sent her back to bed."

"See, just as I told you!" Jamie said to Wanda and they patted her back. She didn't answer but nodded, and they took it as a sign that she was okay.

"Let's all go back to bed," Anath ordered in her doctor voice, which was very different from her normal everyday voice, Wanda had noticed. "You too, Wanda. You need the rest."

Her eyes still red from crying, she looked as Jamie and Anath left, the former offering her a reassuring smile. Once they disappeared, she laid down back on her bed, but sleep proved elusive.

She was quick to leave her bed again and walk around the apartment, stopping in front of your door from time to time. She just wanted to check on you, make sure you truly were okay. She was desperate, actually. Just taking one peek wouldn't hurt. It would help.

The door barely squeaked when she opened it and she could see you lying there, so still, and anxiety flared up. Were you truly alright? She had to make sure, so slowly, she walked closer to you. She would just check if you were still breathing, nothing more. Once she was close enough, she extended her hand to go under your nose. There. She could feel you breathe against her fingers, and immediately her anxiety started to go down.

"Come on Wands, you're being creepy," you mumbled. "And very loud, too…"

She moved her hand back hurriedly and hid both under her arms. You opened one eye and made some space in your bed.

"Come on. Jump in so we can sleep."

She frowned at that. "I hurt you… I can't…"

"You didn't mean to." You were still sleepy, but the feeling was starting to slip from your fingers like water.

"It doesn't matter." You crawled back closer and took her hand, pulling her on the bed. It was easy to do since she was light as a feather. She fell on the bed, trying to hold up on her knee and hand. "What are you doing?!" She yelled-whisper at you.

"Making you understand I don't care. Accident happens, but if you keep me awake, that I won't forgive," you growled, and that was enough for her to simply let go and lay next to you. You adjusted your position as she did hers, and soon you were standing each on one side of the bed. You let go of her hand to turn your back to her, ready to sleep again. You felt her move again, and soon warmth spread in your back. If you had been more awake, your breath would have itched in your throat, but right now you only wanted sleep.

It overtook you before you could think of anything else, and Wanda followed.

The next morning when the sun pierced your windows, you tried to move around but quickly realized you were trapped in Wanda. Her arms and legs wrapped around you and kept you from moving away. You didn't even realize that this happened during the night, and strangely you barely minded. Still, you weren't one to stay still even in bed, so you needed to find a way to move around. With limited movements at your disposition, you settled for the soft way, gently brushing your fingers along Wanda's arm and hand, to her fingertips.

"Hey, Wanda?" You whispered, and it seemed to work as she wiggled behind you. "Could you relax a little?"

"Huh?" She sleepily questioned until she realized how tight she was holding you, and the fact that she was holding you. "Oh…"

You were finally free - and maybe a bit sad about it, but you shelved that thought for another time - and turned around to look at the witch. "You feeling okay this morning, Witchy?"

The nickname had her frowning and you pinched your lips not to laugh. "Don't call me that."

"What if I want to tease you?" You poked the end of her nose and she scrunched it up before rolling away.

"How are you so chipper in the morning?" She complained.

"Well, I slept great." You scooted closer. "Despite the koala clinging onto me. Maybe that should be your nickname."

She turned around to look at you with what looked like annoyance, but there was something soft in her eyes, and that was what made you want to tease her some more.

"Don't," she warned you with a tilt of the head.

You put your hands up in innocence. "I didn't do anything."

"I can hear you think."

You laughed and turned your back. "Okay, okay."

You could still feel her eyes on you while the ceiling seemed very interesting right now, nothing to do with what looking at her made you feel.

"Is that why you came to visit me in the night?" She asked in a small, shy voice.

"Hm?"

"Did you hear me?"

Ah. "Yeah. Woke me up, actually."

"I'm sorry." She turned away from you this time, making herself small, hugging herself. This broke your heart.

"You keep apologizing like it's your fault."

"I'm a nuisance. I keep hurting you. Taking your time. That's all I'm good for," she whispered and you would have missed it if it weren't for your telepathic link. You wondered what had happened for her to fall so low, but once again, not a priority right now.

"Yeah, you've hurt me, by accident. But for the rest? I'm giving you my time freely, and that means you're not a nuisance." Very slowly you moved closer. "And you know, where you are right now, no matter if you think you can't get better… you can. You will."

This felt so flat to say, but you'd never been good when it came to reassuring people, to make them feel better. You actually remembered specifically accidentally making it worse once when you were a kid.

"Don't say that, you don't know me."

Very, very carefully, your hand came into contact with her back. Her back felt warm through the clothes.

"No, but I remember when you saved my life. You came and you told me how heroic I'd been, but I didn't feel that way at all. I felt like a scared idiot. And when I look back, I think of how much you were the true hero. Not only did you save my life, but you checked on me after just to assure me I was safe. And that takes a good person."

"I'm not that person anymore." She started to remax against your touch, so still taking your time, you wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I disagree. Don't get me wrong, you're very different, but this kind of desire to do good, it never goes away."

"I think it did." She thought about America, and those she killed in the other universe. All the bodies she left in her wake to get her boys back. Her boys who were terrified of her in the end. Just thinking about it broke her heart all over again, and she sobbed. You held tighter onto her.

"Do you want it back?"

She nodded and you had to fight not to let her emotions take over yours. "I want everything back."

"Then start with that. Be good to others. Be good to yourself. And see where you get from there."

She turned around and hid her face against you. Her tears soaked right through your shirt, and you couldn't care less. Your throat tightened so much and a few tears did escape your eyes. All of her feelings were so overwhelming that it was a wonder she could still stand up, and the state you found her in made so much sense. Anyone who felt the way she did would collapse under the waves of pain and burden.

It only proved how strong she truly was.

Luckily, it was the week-end. This meant no work, no getting up early, just good old rest and quality time with Wanda and your friends. Who actually left for the week-end for a romantic getaway. That made sense. They rarely had the same days off, so they had to enjoy the time they had together. It also allowed you to relax while Wanda clinged to you, knowing you wouldn't get teased by Jamie. They weren't as subtle as Anath when it came to your aversion to the whole soulmate thing. They weren't as subtle about a lot of things, to be fair. You were still glad they couldn't see you on the couch with Wanda next to you, her head on your shoulder, and your arm around her - it was just more comfortable.

"You want pizza for lunch?" You asked her at some point and she frowned, looking at you from her spot on your shoulder. "What?"

"I've never seen you cook," she commented.

"... because I don't cook. Last time I tried I got a visit from the fire department."

She actually backed off to take a better look at you, leaving you slightly cold.

"I'm cooking today." Why did this feel vaguely threatening?

"I definitely won't fight you on this one," you mumbled.

"Good." And she settled back to watch the sitcom she chose - something less dated than last time.

You finished two more episodes before she started cooking, and you joined her in the kitchen to look at her. She seemed to know her way around a kitchen, a lot more than you at least - not a very hard feat, but still. It was probably the first time since you found her that she seemed at ease with herself and what she was doing. It made you smile, especially when she slapped your hand when you tried to steal some pepper bell slices.

"How violent," you complained with a laugh.

She arched an eyebrow and you just laughed some more until she graciously offered you one strip. "Thank you." You winked at her.

As you were enjoying the crunch of your vegetable, Wanda glanced at you briefly.

"Did you know it was me when we met the first time?" She asked, and you almost choked. That came out of left field.

You coughed a few times and finally you shook your head. "Did you?"

"No, I… My powers allow me to hear people's thoughts. When I heard yours, I just… I assumed it was just another one from people who were bad at filtering their thoughts."

That explained a lot. There was a lulling silence, loaded with hesitation, before Wanda talked again.

"Did you ever look for me?"

You looked down, a feeling of shame washing over you. "No, never. I kind of assumed my soulmate wasn't interested either, since they didn't manifest themselves at the time. Now I know better."

You felt anger emanating from Wanda and dying down as fast as it came, replaced by a desire to understand. "Was it the only reason really…?" There was a note of desperation in her voice.

"No, no, it wasn't," you admitted. You owed her the truth, or so you thought. "I told you my dad used to beat my mom, right?"

She nodded and you licked your lips, looking for words.

"They were soulmates." She looked shocked. She heard whispers about this kind of thing happening, but most of the time it wasn't spoken of. Laws were bad on this too. "I… I guess it kind of made me think that if the person who was supposed to love you no matter what could be such a piece of shit, then it wasn't worth it. Why trust Fate if it's going to give you a shitty hand? I just hated the idea of my choice being taken away from me if I had no guarantee I'd get something good." You let out a deep sigh. "I don't know if it makes sense. At the time it did."

"How about now?"

You shrugged. "I still want to be able to choose, I think."

This was something she could understand after so many of her choices were stolen from her over the years.

Would you choose me, she thought, and you heard it loud and clear. Yet, she kept it to herself, and you decided to do the same out of respect since if she wanted to ask, she would.

"You're not mad?" You dared to ask.

"Sometimes I am. But I understand why you would do that." She resumed her cooking - not that she ever fully stopped, and you admired her for a brief moment of clarity.

"Thank you."

With a glance, she threw a simple "don't", and that was the end of the conversation.

When the time to go to bed was upon you, you both got ready together, brushing your teeths last and standing in front of your respective doors. You looked at each other for a bit, before you pointed to you bedroom door.

"Well, that's goodnight, I guess," you said as you scratched the back of your neck.

"Yes, it is," Wanda confirmed, but neither of you moved to go.

You rocked on the ball of your feet. "You want to…?"

She nodded enthusiastically, not waiting for you to finish your sentence before she went past you directly to your room. And your bed. As soon as she was in there, she dived under the blanket and started making herself into a burrito.

"Hey! If you want to stay, you have to share!"

You came after her, climbing in bed and trying to retrieve some of the blanket. She held tight, a mischievous smile on her lips. Oh god, she was way too adorable for your own good.

"It's mine now."

"Oh, if that's how it's gonna be, then I'll just have to freeze out in the open." You pouted, and she seemed to give it a thought.

"I'll let you in if you read for me."

You opened your mouth before surprise hit you at her statement. "What?"

A shrug. Apparently she was done negotiating. It was time for you to surrender, and you got up to grab a book. "Get the lamp please," you said as you turned the main light off before sitting against your headboard. Wanda freed some of the blanket for you and she came closer, too. You opened the book and started reading, feeling her move closer and settle against you as the words flowed from the pages to Wanda through your voice.

It only took a few pages for her to completely sink into you and fall asleep. You set the book on your side table and glanced at her one last time before you turned off the light, settling in sleep in turn.

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What Were You Supposed to Learn this Past SuperMoon in Capricorn: PAC ♑️ 🌕✨🦋🔥

Don't steal my shit bitch. Get yo own cards and do yo own reading hoe.

Hey yall!! We about to do some messages for this past full moon in Capricorn!! I realized this is my third written PAC and I want to make sure yall getting yall messages okay honey!! Saturn always bringing something and half the time I don't want it but I'll take it. And also since this SuperMoon was also conjunct Pluto, I know there was alot of emotional upheaval. Yet, I hope it helped you on your journey. I know it did for me as yesterday I was feeling wild myself. So let's go with the pile selection and the rules:

1. It's okay if it doesn't resonate. It may not be time or it may not just be for you. Please feel free to pick another pile. 2. Remember to breathe and have a clear mind when you pick your pile. 3. Tips are appreciated at $DellyRelly 4. This reading is for entertainment purposes only! 5. Readings from TarotLadyTalks (aka Oceanbaby888 aka The Baddest Bitch) is coming THIS WEEKEND ON JULY 16! GET A BOOKING BECAUSE I DON'T KEEP THEM HIGH!!

Pile 1: Frank Ocean

Pile 2: Brent Faiyaz

Pile 3: Giveon

Pile 1:

Cards: A personal issue reaches resolution--Adjustments are required--8 of Pentacles--2 of Swords--Page of Swords--5 of Swords

Pile 1 we are learning how to navigate after the storm. You may have recently found clarity about a certain issue in your life and now it is time for you to adjust and move accordingly. And it is supported with the 2 of Swords being here as well. With the 8 of Pentacles this situation could have been deeply complex, mental, & social since we have all the other cards as swords here. This Supermoon being in Capricorn (since Saturn loves to give us challenges lol) may have challenged you to respond to this situation with alot more maturity than you realize. I feel like with the Page of Swords and 5 of Swords being here this situation or relationship (doesn't have to be limited to romantic) is testing your mental maturity. You can either respond childishly or look at it from a different angle and adjust mentally to understand how can you respond better to this situation, especially if this situation has been built up overtime. For some of yall I hear that this is at your job as well. This SuperMoon is asking you to learn how to detach more from your feelings and first impulse of how you would respond and take your time and transverse this situation and its aftereffects carefully, especially if this situation is social. When I say social I mean it involves alot of people. With this 2 of swords you are at a fork in the road. Think long term about the way you respond. Yes, it's gonna suck and even hurt you got to put your pride to the side, but now that this situation has some more clarity and you have more answers, that doesn't mean you get to gloat too hard because the whole situation isn't complete. Now, it is time for you to learn that yes this situation has more clarity, and even in your favor, but what is the best way to logically navigate this to make sure this is a clean, fair cut and you know that you made the best logical decision no matter how you look at it? This kind of mentality may help you more in the long run than just resorting to caressing your ego. Yes, I love to be petty myself, but your Guides are like "No sir/mam, this is serious and we gotta be adults about how to handle this situation." So if you didn't experience/catch this yesterday Pile 1, I hope you did now! Thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! If you wanna dive deeper into how to transverse this and stretch your craninum, hit me up at my Store on Miiriya on Saturday, 7/16! We getting it together and doing better over here yesss mammmm/sirrrrrr! Cards:

Pile 2:

Cards: Surrender to the Divine--Step out of your Comfort Zone--Show the World the real you--7 of Swords--King of Wands--3 of Pentacles--King of Pentacles

Pile 2 I ain't gon hold you I like this energy! You got an extra oracle card and that means your Guides/Ancestors have something to say! This SuperMoon is teaching you how to really step into you! You have two Kings here. Very powerful, masculine energy. This SuperMoon you are supposed to be learning how to stop deceiving yourself and playing small with the 7 of Swords and take your power back with these two Kings here. Yes, it is terrifying to think of and even more terrifying to act on it with Step out of Your Comfort Zone, but you are protected by your Guides and Ancestors with Surrender to the Divine. You are meant to show this very confident, fiery, spunky, yet serious, diligent, and purposeful side of you! And don't worry if it sounds contradicting. We humans are not meant to see the world in black and white. We only like to because that's what our brain can handle. But Pile 2 you don't have to explain shit to nobody and that's what you're supposed to learn from this SuperMoon. With the 3 of Pentacles here I'm getting people are supposed to come to you! Take note of the person (I believe this person is an art teacher) with the gray hair guiding this student in this picture of the 3 of Pentacles. That's supposed to be you! People see your talents, your worth, your value and you need to see this too! I won't be surprised if this transit happened in your 2H. You are a stable force and a not a force to be reckoned with. People like you, THE REAL YOU! Let yourself out little by little. You don't have to turn a whole 180 if you don't feel comfortable, but if you do BITTCHHHHHHH more power to ya!! But you gotta get past this 7 of swords energy. Don't gaslight yourself anymore is what this SuperMoon is making you learn. You are a powerful motherfucker! You have not one but two kings here! You are the one and not the two!! So I hope you take that home with you after reading this screen. Go get em! If you want to reach out to me personally and dive deeper into it, my readings do open officially on Saturday, 7/16! I definitely hope to see you there Pile 2 because this is my Pile of bad bitcchessss!!

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Pile 3:

Cards: A fiery climax approaches--Hold your Vision--10 of Wands--Justice--4 of Pentacles--The World

Don't let go yet Pile 3! This SuperMoon is teaching you to have patience and understanding that patience is definitely a virtue. This SuperMoon may have tested your patience and commitment to a certain project or situation. You may have felt like throwing in the towel with this 10 of wands here and wanting to retract and possibly wallow with this four pentacles here, but hold on! This energy feels very Wheel of Fortune. It feels like after such a long time in Hermit mode (as Hermit proceeds The Wheel of Fortune & The Hermit is at a standstill most of the time), there's finally movement, action, a climax to the story! You're getting the answers you are looking for! Things are coming into balance with the Justice card here. We're wrapping things up with The World card here and there is going to be an end to the story. There's the light at the end of the tunnel. It's there!!! It's there Pile 3!! I know it was hard as fuck carrying all that stress on your back & with the 4 of pentacles you probably didn't share your troubles as much, but believe me it did not go in vain. Now, I can't say it may be the way you envisioned because unfortunately life isn't a fairytale, but the main lesson was to understand that we can only do so much and we have to rely on Divine Timing for the rest. So don't give up as The Universe will straighten things out in the way you NEED, but not always the way you WANT. That's Saturn for ya. Yet, if you want to dive deeper and know more about your particular situation and how to strengthen your patience, ya girl is available staring 7/16! See ya later!

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Thanks for tuning in! I hope yall learned, processed, and transmuted this SuperMoon. You are the most powerful being in existence, and you can change the world at your fingertips if you really think so. You just gotta work with The Universe to do it. 🌎✨💎🦋♑️

-Claude 🔥✨🌎💎❤️🦋

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