#it's not easy but the connections people make is a beautiful thing

[dreammfyre]

too sweet ⊹ ࣪ ˖ frank langdon

SUMMARY. You knew Langdon from the time you started your internship at The Pittsburgh. You knew that a working relationship with him was not going to be easy, he was self-centered and had a fixation with pointing out your mistakes until you understood that this was his way of teaching you. Frank wanted you to be the best and let everyone know that he was responsible for making you the star. You didn't know what you were thinking when you thought it was a love relationship, it had been years before the connection went beyond work. But it wasn't easy to deal with his unpredictable character, until you got to see his vulnerable side.

WARNINGS. fluff and soft!langdon.

There were days and days in ER. None like the previous one, that was the reason why you chose that specialty, how unpredictable it was, to wake up and have no idea what the fuck could happen. A constant adrenaline rush that wouldn't let you rest for a single minute and made you feel alive, in no other specialty were you going to experience living minute by minute not knowing what was about to walk through that door. You loved this place, more than once it ended you and your peace of mind, but for some reason you ended up coming back every day because you knew your place was there, and you couldn't visualize yourself anywhere else.

ER was something beautiful, unpredictable and destructive.

If you could relate one person to that site, without a doubt the only name that would come to mind is Frank Langdon. Every word you use to describe your work fits him. Unpredictable, amazing, even exhausting.

Your relationship had ups and downs, you both knew it was going to be that way because your personalities clashed even before the first kiss. They both wanted to be right, that was a big problem, however, sex is amazing, it made you feel unique among all the people around you. You could say a lot of good things about your boyfriend, he was attentive, intelligent, come on, a fucking genius, he loved you and every day he reminded you of that. He has the best memory, he remembered every detail about you even when you yourself forgot the things you said without thinking.

"You look beautiful in that scrub. Hey, guys have you seen how hot it is?"

"Frank, what the hell we're working." You replied as you pulled on your gloves. An unconscious patient with weak vitals had arrived, but he always had the pep to blurt out comments like that.

"Just telling the truth." He raised his arms, adjusting his gown.

"Right now?" You put on your glasses.

"Oh, please, don't fight now." Cassie McKay thought aloud praying to heaven not to deal with the two of you.

"We're not fighting, Doctor McKay." You said injecting an antibiotic.

"I'm not going to apologize." Langdon excused himself.

"I don't need your apology." You said as you checked the patient's mouth finding dry mucous and cyanosis around his lips. With your flashlight you illuminated his throat, it was closed and that explained the low saturation. "I'm going to intubate."

"I'll assist you."

You nodded immediately, you trusted no one but Frank. He passed you the instruments following your orders, correcting if necessary even though you had mastered the technique. He was a third year resident about to finish his specialty while this was your second year of residency. However, he looked at you with admiration and attention, your movements seemed fluid although in your head everything was calculated not to make a mistake, Langdon loved that about you, you were the most studious person he knew because you were willing to give everything to save a stranger.

"Perfect." He complimented you.

"Thank you." You smiled contentedly. Your locks stuck to your face from sweat and your skin glistened under the white lights. "See how efficient you are when you shut up for a while?" you took off your gloves and threw them in the trash can.

The door to the room opened, it was Doctor Robby who poked his body out without entering so as not to contaminate the space.

"Road accident in three minutes. I need one of you." He said analyzing their faces, until he pointed his finger at you. "You, come on."

You couldn't refuse or question the boss's order so you took off your implements to get out of there. The patient was stable so there wasn't much else to do but administer medications, test results and wait for a progress. McKay and Langdon were left in charge.

"She's a genius, isn't she?" He smiled as proudly boyfriend.

"I'd tell you that you're too much in love and not thinking with your head, but you're right." Cassie replied sighing as she stitched up the wound on her arm.

"Oh, come on. You know I always have." That mocking, self-centered tone everyone was used to hearing from her. It came so naturally to him that no one knew if he meant it or if it was sarcasm.

"I still don't understand why he noticed you in the first place."

The shift flew by. Hours and hours attending patients, administering medications, receiving results, routine consultations, rounds, evolutions, more medications. The occasional accident. But that had been your perspective, it was a quiet shift that you knew how to handle. There were only a couple of hours left to go home to rest, eat a hamburger that you wanted to buy so badly, you wanted to ask Langdon if he wanted to go to your apartment to spend the night with you or if he preferred to stay at home, but for some reason you couldn't find him anywhere.

You watched the screen above the nurse's station in search of your next case. You put your hands in your pockets and perused the inpatients without finding anything but vomiting and stomach pains. Kind of boring really.

"Come on, Dana. Tell me you have something exciting to me." You leaned against the counter pouting.

The charge nurse looked at you with a smile, she loved seeing you with such enthusiasm, she had never told you but she was glad to work with you.

"Don't you think that's enough variety we have to offer?" she joked with you, you snorted. "Headache, stomach ache and vomiting. Specialty of the house."

"I have energy for something else." You jumped a couple of times in place making her laugh.

Dana leaned on the table imitating your posture, you approached her excitedly, she seemed to be about to tell you a secret by the way she looked around before talking to you so that only you could hear. She lowered her voice to tell you.

"He's not a patient, but I'm sure you can help him."

Frank Langdon's day had been a complete crapshoot. There was no other way to put it, and the worst part was that it wasn't over yet.

He was leaning against one of the ambulances playing with a bracelet you had given him a few days ago, one of your recent hobbies was making bracelets by hand, that was the second attempt which in your own words was complete crap, but Frank insisted it was good work. You told him that if he thought it was pretty he could use it, you never imagined he would.

"Do you still have it?" your voice was a big bucket of cold water. I didn't want you to see him that way, so dull from what you were used to seeing from him.

He lifted his shoulders trying to smile.

"It’s pretty."

"Of course not." You stood in front of him looking at your creation with disgust and disdain. "I can do you one better."

Langdon denied.

"I prefer this one." He pocketed it. "What are you doing here?"

"I haven't seen you for hours, they told me they saw you leave."

"You should go back inside. It's cold and I don't want you to get sick, you become unbearable."

A weak laugh came out of you, the worst part was that it was true, only Frank had enough patience for you to attend to you. Though deep down you felt Frank wasn't being himself, he wouldn't hold your gaze and his voice was serious, straining to hold a conversation with you. He would sigh in moments of silence and play with his hands as he said vague things to you.

"Dana told me what happened." You confessed gaining Frank’s attention completely. His yes widened in surprise not knowing what to tell you about it, his head still processing it. "It's not your fault. You know that."

Langdon looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, ending the day shift, the noise of cars passing by on the street could be heard in the background. He hated this kind of situation, when you came to comfort him by repeating cliché phrases that he also told you when you had a hard day. You knew you meant well, he was just… tired.

"Don't worry."

"Of course I'm going to worry about you." You took his hands between yours. "You can talk to me, I want to listen to you. Frank, things get to you and you don't ignore them, it's not good."

You were right, shit, of course you were. It was his way, keeping everything to himself because it wasn't impossible for him to open up that part of him. It wasn't the first time he had to take a breath before the shift was over, he hated doing that because it meant he couldn't take the pressure anymore. There are just times when he wished he knew the key to never see any person die again, surely all the doctors wished the same thing, a spell that would save every life, cure every disease, something that would take the pain away from the families.

He sighed deeply.

"It sucks sometimes." It was the only thing he could bring himself to say.

"I know."

"He was a kid." He confessed finally getting a weight off his chest, it felt strange to externalize it, but your soft gaze gave him the confidence he needed to converse. "I did everything I could, I know, but I wonder if I should have tried a little harder. I don't know." He ran a hand through his messy wet hair. "Insist."

You swallowed saliva but it felt like a ball of fire burning your throat as it passed. Yes, you loved your job, you wouldn't trade it for the tranquility of dermatology or the constant uncertainty of cardiology, you respected all the specialties, but you were in love with the ER. One thing Robby had told you on the first day of your internship at Pittsburgh was that sooner or later this job would end up breaking your heart, and that you were going to see suffering even in those you loved. He was right, what he didn't warn you about was how bad it felt to see frustration in the eyes of the one you love.

"Do you think you didn't try everything?" your question was direct, almost an interrogation. "Did you do everything you could?"

Langdon looked at you for a few seconds, nodded yes. You stretched the silence as the wind chilled your face. Unexpectedly Frank took a step towards you without saying anything, he rested his cheek on your shoulder wrapping his arms around your waist, you felt him pulling your body closer and you didn't put up any resistance. You took one of your hands to his back and the other to his messy hair, leaving small caresses while he closed his eyes, he was really taking refuge in you, you had become his safe place and where he wanted to return every day, you had not left him alone when everyone turned their back on him and from there he knew he was in love with you. You transmitted to him the peace he was constantly looking for, but you also gave him joy, headaches, a bit of anger when they argued. You were all the intensity he was looking for in perfect balance with the silence, you were that look he was looking for on the other side of the room, you became that person he seeks to make uncomfortable with his jokes because he liked it when you got mad at him. He loved knowing you were going to be there at the end of the day and into the night.

"I love you, you know that, don't you?" He babbled like a little boy. Squeezing you a little tighter against his chest hoping you would never part from him. You just didn't think about what he was saying and let it out.

You smiled, for real this time. Hearing those words from him knowing how hard it was for him to express himself was a gesture you appreciated, more than that, it made your heart beat fast.

"I love you." You repeated with sincerity in your voice, a phrase you had been holding back from long ago that you dared not say for fear of not being reciprocated. Damn, you were in love with him ever since he stole your first kiss and passed it off as an accident, but you couldn't deny that a relationship with him was the closest thing to walking on a tightrope where the risk of falling was imminent.

You couldn't see it, but you were sure Frank was grinning like a fool too.

"I have to go back inside." You said taking his face in your hands, standing on the tip of your toes to reach his lips and leave a short kiss with little taste for both of you. Your rosy cheeks was a detail he didn't overlook, he loved making you blush because it wasn't a simple thing to do. "It's time to make rounds."

With all the regret in the world he had to let you go, feeling your absence from the moment you parted and the cold hit his body. He didn't know what you had done to him but you had him walking behind you much more animated.

"Hey, doctor, are you single?" He asked with his hands in his pockets following in your footsteps. You rolled your eyes and bit your inner cheek to keep from laughing.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." You turned around with raised eyebrows walking backwards. "And he's the hottest doctor in the hospital."

He accepted the compliment pretending to be surprised, you turned your back to him and Frank immediately hurried to walk beside you, he put his arm around your shoulders keeping you close.

"I thought we didn't accept compliments at work." He frowned.

You escaped his grip with a cynical smile on your lips.

"We don't." You moved closer to his face being careful not to graze even a millimeter of his face. "Because you don't want to know everything I think when I see you."

You went straight to the nursing desk to look for a case to attend. It was the ER, it was never going to be empty, you walked around trying to hide the love-struck smile on your face.

"I hope it's nothing bad!" Langdon exclaimed letting you go.

"You'd love to know." You replied before disappearing from his field of vision.

Dr. Robby walked past you with a tablet in his hands reading a file on the screen. He was concentrating walking until he passed you.

"You two. No romance at work."

[wistericallhystericall]

how would you kill someone? (hypothetically) | theodore nott

theodore nott | crack treated seriously | wc: 1542

summary: writer!reader dating serial killer!theodore nott warnings: kinda references murder and torture, nothing really explicit more than that (if it helps, all the people theodore kills are evil evil death eaters so it's more so just vigilante shit)

“Sorry that I’m late.” a voice murmured behind you.

Your eyes darted to the voice that was coming from behind you—the thick Italian accent coming from someone’s soul like the sound of a cello and tuba coming together for a beautiful, classical symphony. The man standing behind you had eyes that called to you like a siren’s call, a sharp jawline and curled hair that framed his face perfectly. 

“It’s only been five minutes.” you giggled quietly to him, a small smile gracing your face. “I got here early so I could write some things.”

The man looked at the notebook in front of you before nodding quietly, sitting down across from you and shaking your hand. “My name is Theodore.” he murmured quietly, looking at the menu for a moment before over at your notebook again. “Your profile said that you write.”

“Mhm.” you smiled at him. “Horror stuff, kinda?”

He hummed quietly and leaned forward just a bit more. “What kind of horror?” he asked curiously, looking over the pages of the book you were writing in. 

“A murder mystery, kind of?” you explained to him, smiling widely as you got the opportunity to talk about your book. “It’s a bit hard to explain, since I just started plotting. I have this other book that I published, but this one is a bit of a more cohesive plot.”

Theodore leaned his head on his hands with a curious expression as he looked at you. “Tell me about it.”

You felt your smile brightening even wider at that. “There’s this killer on the loose that’s going through a kind-of hallucinatory issue—he’s using it to justify his murders since he’s thinking of them as something else. And the narrative switches between his killings and this team that’s trying to catch them despite what the majority of the police team believes about him.” you began, flipping through different pages in your notebook as you began to show off different characters.

“How does he usually kill people?” Theodore asked you curiously.

“He’s basically torturing them in different ways to make them repent—that’s why most of the police departments are justifying his murder, because of the homeless and druggie groups that he mainly targets. Though I think I’m going to research him using pigs as a method of disposal.”

Theodore hummed quietly at that. His body was sitting up a bit more inside of his chair, heart pounding a bit at the connection that he was feeling. “That sounds really interesting.” he murmured quietly.

“I know right?” you giggled quietly. 

“How would you kill someone?” he asked you. “Hypothetically.”

“Well, I’m not a big fan on actually committing torture—contrary to what my book would lead you to believe.” you explained to him as you placed your notebook down. “And I doubt I’d be good at removing evidence either. I maybe could do an air shot between the toes though?” 

“Yeah?” Theodore asked breathlessly.

You nodded thoughtfully. “Well, it makes it look like a heart attack.”

Theo sucked a breath in at that, his heart pounding against his chest like a drill pounding into concrete. God, he could already feel himself falling in love with you. “That sounds effective.”

“What about you?” you asked him curiously.

Theodore shrugged quietly at that, though his heart and mind were anything but. “Maybe something with a cleaver. I work as a butcher, so it’d be easy access.”

“I bet you could chop a body up really well.” you giggled, eyes finally looking over the menu.

Theodore chuckled warmly at that, arms crossing over his chest as he looked over his own menu as well. “I think I could do a decent job,” he murmured. 

“God, I hate writing.” you groaned out.

Theo looked up from the book that he was reading towards your frustrated face. Your eyebrows were furrowed so close together that they might’ve fused together, eyes shooting darts into your manuscript while your hands pulled your hair out of its follicles.

The two of you had decided to go on weekly dates ever since your first, clicking so easily about darker topics that it was almost impossible to avoid each other. Theodore had even started seeing you during his work hours as well—where you would coyly walk in and order two cuts of steaks with an innocent smile and battering of eyelashes. 

What you didn’t know was that his nighttime profession was aggressively resting people into their graves. Death Eaters that didn’t deserve to live, sure, though he doubted you would listen to his vigilante excuse.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured quietly.

“I feel like there’s going to be an FBI agent that bangs down my door any second now,” you groaned out. “I keep on having to look up ridiculous things for this novel I can’t easily find anywhere. Like, how am I meant to know how long it would take for someone to die if you stabbed them between the guts?”

“Two to thirty minutes,” he answered you calmly. “Depends on more specifics things like organ damage or access to medical care, obviously, but that’s a general range you can work with.”

You looked up at him with a soft sigh escaping your mouth—though Theodore wasn’t quite sure why just yet. “Really?” you asked him.

“Oh, yeah.” he chuckled quietly, looking up at the ceiling as he began to explain the process. “If you damage an artery or vein, it’s kinda over immediately. But if you want your killer to torture them, he might want to stab somewhere near the intestines and leave them to get an infection. Especially if the knife used was messy as well—though they’re more likely to survive a dull knife than something like a serrated knife. Plus the depth matters too, and also the—”

“I think I’m in love with you.” you murmured quietly.

Theo looked over at you—eyes widening slightly before a small chuckle escaped his throat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you whispered quietly. “Keep going?”

He paused before laughing more fully at that, putting his book down and moving to sit down on the couch you were sitting on. “Okay, where do you want to start?”

Theodore was working in the butcher shop today, knife in hand as he slowly and methodically cut through the beef cuts. He was focusing on the loin of the cow currently, slowly trimming off the New York strip steaks and cleaning off the tri-trip.

He had to take off his gloves for a moment, washing his hands before checking why his phone was vibrating inside of his pocket.

YOU: I don’t know if this scene works out YOU: It’s kind of annoying me, tbh YOU: Like why is writing torture so hard?

Theodore chuckled quietly at your messages—looking around to make sure nobody needed service before deciding to call you. “You okay?”

“I hate torturing my characters.” you murmured quietly into the microphone. “Why is it so hard?”

Theo smiled softly at the sound of your voice, having fallen more and more in love with it over the months. He had asked you to date him almost six months ago—yes, he already had an anniversary present—and it had been the best time of his life. Your novel was coming along nicely, almost completely done except for a couple of scenes and the ending.

“Is your research not working?” he asked teasingly, leaning on the front counter as he talked to you. 

You sighed quietly and rolled your eyes. “Everything’s behind a stupid paywall, I tell you.” you complained to him. “And I can’t just murder someone to test if this would work!”

He chuckled quietly at that. “What’re you trying to do?”

“Well, he’s gonna stab this guy.” you murmured quietly—nails tapping against your keyboard. “A lot. I think he’s going to do a bit of, like, fileting I guess? I figure that’s how a butcher would put it.” 

“Why don’t you text me about it, and I’ll see what I can find in the library before I come home?” he asked you with a soft chuckle. “I’ll find something.

You giggled quietly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he murmured quietly into the phone. “Try working on another scene, okay? Maybe something more upbeat to change your mood.”

“Or I could make dinner!” you gasped out excitedly. “I have this new stew recipe I want to try.”

“That sounds delicious.” he murmured quietly.

“It works.” he called out into the house, sighing contentedly at the smell of beef stew radiating from the kitchen. “And your dinner smells delicious, my love.”

“Thank you!” you called out, walking over to him and kissing his nose before grimacing. “You smell funky.”

Theodore scoffed quietly. “Kirk dropped a cow cut that hadn’t been frozen yet, blood spilt over the uniforms.” he explained to you. “I gotta wash this before I eat.”

“You can try the bubbly soap that I bought you now!” you smiled brightly at that—buying the excuse almost as soon as he spoke it and kissing his cheek lovingly. “Stew’s on the counter. I’ll probably still be writing — you said it works, right?”

“Like a charm,” he said. “Found a study for it.”

“Perfect!” you giggled before walking off. “I love you!”

Theodore sighed dreamily at you, watching you walk off and he walked over to the bathroom. “Love you too.”

thank you so much for reading! i found a small prompt about a serial killer x writer who doesn't know their lover is a serial killer, and i really wanted to write about it because it sounded super funny. so, here we are! i got inspired based on this reblog here if you’re interested on reading it. if you want to read part two, you can read it here—and if you want more fluffy content as well, you can check out my main writing blog over here <3

© wistericall 2025. do not copy, translate or claim any of my works as your own. reblogs + comments are so very appreciated! have a lovely day, love!

[luna-azzurra]

Hi ! First, i love everything you posted here, it's really helpful for my writing, so , thanks you very much !

I'm struggling to write one of my character right now. She is depressed but is the type of character to put a big smile on and desperatly try to play the act of somebody happy, even though, she is dying inside. But she realise that one person is always here when she became quiet, when she hide alone in dark corners , and that this person make sparkles of love in her heart. And she is terrified of her own feelings.

Do you have tips to write characters like that ? Especially, how they would act with the person they start to love ?

Have a great day/night .

Hi ✨First of all, thank you. Truly. And I can already tell from the way you talk about her, that you care about this character. A Lot. You feel her. That alone puts you way ahead.

What you’re trying to write isn’t easy. A character who hides their pain behind a smile, who performs happiness so no one sees how deeply she’s hurting, that’s incredibly nuanced. And when love enters the picture? It becomes even more complicated, because suddenly, there’s the terrifying possibility of being seen for real.

If you’re wondering how to write her: start from that emotional contradiction. That push-pull inside her. The version of her that desperately wants comfort, connection, someone to stay, and the other part that’s convinced she doesn’t deserve it or can’t survive if someone gets too close. She’s not cold. She’s scared. And that fear might come out in ways that seem irrational, defensive, even mean. Not because she wants to hurt someone, but because she thinks she has to protect herself first.

When she’s around the person she’s starting to love, you’ll probably notice her acting weirdly inconsistent. One minute she might lean into them, feel safe in the way they look at her, the quiet, nonjudgmental space they offer, and the next she might pull away completely. She might crack a joke right after saying something vulnerable. She might act like their kindness is no big deal, just so she doesn’t have to admit what it actually means to her. These moments? G O L D.

Let her body language tell us what she can’t say. If she’s used to performing happiness, maybe she’s too quick to smile, too loud in a room that doesn’t need volume. But when she’s alone with this person, her silences start to shift. They aren’t empty anymore. They’re filled with weight, with maybe a small tremble in her hand, or the way she can’t quite meet their eyes. Let her guard come down in pieces, not all at once.

Also… don’t underestimate the power of repetition. People like her often test others without meaning to. She might say things like “you don’t have to stay” or “you’d be better off without me” just to see if they will stay. If they won’t leave. That quiet longing for someone to prove her wrong without asking for it directly? It’ll break your heart if you write it honestly.

When she realizes she loves them, I imagine it won’t feel warm right away. It might feel like panic. Like, “oh no, I let someone in and now they can hurt me.” Her first instinct may not be to run from love, it’s to run from being known. But the more this person shows her she doesn’t have to perform, doesn’t have to fake it, the more she might start to breathe around them. And that’s the most beautiful shift of all, not her declaring love, but her feeling safe enough to stop pretending.

When she finally does show affection, it might be quiet. Indirect. Maybe she brings them something small they mentioned once offhand. Maybe she finally says something like “I don’t hate it when you’re around.” It won’t be perfect or romantic in the traditional sense but it will be true. Let that be enough.

Your character sounds like someone who carries a storm inside her chest and still tries to light a candle for others. That’s a powerful thing to write. So let her contradict herself and let her heal slowly and in her own way.

And if you ever feel stuck again, just remember: you’re not writing a character type, you’re writing a person who’s trying to survive love without losing herself in it.

Have a Good Day/Night too. ✨

[itwassophiehanseniswear]

so I just finished dual destinies (I'm on the orca case rn) and I ADORED it but I had some minor thoughts on the presentation of the story lines. (don't get me wrong, it was absolutely amazing! but I do think they could've executed some of it better).

this about sums up my feelings on it but I did get a bit intense about it while writing it so

rant under the cut, uhhh warnings dual destinies spoilers and a history nerd yapping too much :3

tl;dr, 'ages' aren't something easy to implement into a game. Capcom did a great job, even involuntarily I suppose, building up to the dark age of the law, with characters such as Manafred Von Karma and Damon Gant, even in the investigations duo, with Excelcius Winner and Fifi Laguarde. and, as involuntary as it was, I believe that having wright get disbarred was the PERFECT setup for the dark age of the law. think about it: he has all of these connections in the law world, high up connections like Franziska Von Karma and Edgeworth, to name arguably the most high up. And they care about him and have connections of their own. So the question arises: why doesn't he use them? easy! foul play. When the whole system is corrupt, pulling a few strings won't overturn a decision. this is summed up really well in this video, although I have my own thoughts I wont share atm

basically, one, or a few, people wont win a war against a corrupt system. so why didn't this carry properly into dual destinies, where Edgeworth and Wright face all they've worked to destroy over the last 10ish years or so: a corrupt system. this alone is a BEAUTIFUL story, and paired with amazing new characters and mysterious pasts, great new cases, and Apollo getting his own development BEYOND Phoenix and Kristoph. but where it gets iffy for me is how this "dark age of the law" is presented. There are many moments across the game where characters talk about it, using its name. for example:

(this is the timestamp from earlier btw :3)

Sure, I assume some people probably go "aha the law is so corrupt nowadays its like we're in a dark age of the law" and I could see it potentially rise up through the internet, making it to Apollo and Athena (though that's a bit of a stretch, but I'd have less of a nitpicky problem with it if that was the case), but for it to make it to the news, to the actual Bar, having enough influence to create fucking MERCH for the court? making it to edgeworth and wright, the Chief Prosecutor and an infamous attorney?? that's INSANE. thats way over-the-top. I mean cmon, do you think people living in the Prohibition Era called it the Prohibition Era? No! they thought it would last forever! Or The Great Depression! THEY DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE LIVING THROUGH A DEPRESSION!!! or even the most famous example, World War One! called the Great War! Ya know why? CAUSE THEY DIDNT KNOW THERE WAS GONNA BE A SECOND. "The War to End All Wars", anyone?

(this is quite US History centric, I apologize, I am an American, after all.)

Another nitpicky thing is how they talk about how they're just going to "End" The age. Like... that's not how it works. righting one wrong does not undo the whole system. You need to work tirelessly to undo all of the hurt and pain that will amount from what happened. You need to account for the people who will still try to cheat. there will always be some more people. From a world history lense, this is never an easy task. ripple effects of the actions taken over a hundred years ago are still felt today, from imperialism and colonization across the world, to stuff like the entirety of the Soviet Union. (just look at the state of Russia today! like! Cherynobl's effects too!)

look, Professor Means was teaching a whole student body to be corrupt and win by any means nesissary. if that wont have ripple effects, then I don't know what will. (and, off topic a bit, but the way he and the other students kept repeating "the end justifies the means" made it feel very. off. for me, and made the statement it was trying to make less powerful.)

Think about when leaders implement new laws/rules to follow. that change is never immediate, it can be repealed, and it doesnt mean the end of a fight for change. I am very interested in how they will tackle this in Spirit of Justice, if at all.

tl;dl FOREAL THIS TIME LMAO: the storylines in dual destinies are beyond amazing, and paired with lovable characters and cases puts it on par with trials and tribulations, for me. however, the way capcom presented- in dialogue, at least,- the "dark age of the law" makes it feel lackluster, which is why I think some people may be put off of it. it also signifies a new era in the AA universe, with 3d sprites, I mean. (man I could go on about those sprites for AGGGGES the uncanny valley feeling and the incosistant styles... eek).

apollocheese again for the us/global history refernses. and if you want a more niche or easier to swallow (depending on how you look at it) refernence to help me reiterate my point: think about the stone age, the iron age, the bronze age, ect. That was over long periods of time, with a gradual and exponential climb, and a gradual and exponential drop. it doesn't just stop. and then apply that to ace attorney!

one last thing, as I feel that in these times things like the storyline in dual destinies hits much closer to home in our corrupt society, but this does not mean you shouldn't fight to end this corruption, because without people fighting it will never end. Wright and Edgeworth were right in the idea that they were going to end the dark age of the law, but not in the way that they thought, no. Without the help of other people, help that wright and edgeworth nutoriously push away, the spark they ignited wouldn't fan into a flame. they righted one wrong, and that would push the corrupt system over the edge. it would not kill it, but it would get close. sorry felt poetic there for a second.

[knifearo]

who up thinking about moses sumney doomed. "am i vital if my heart is idle? am i doomed?" "if lovelessness is godlessness, will you cast me to the wayside?" moses sumney 2017 album aromanticism save me... moses sumney 2017 album aromanticism... save me moses sumney 2017 album aromanticism...

[prcserpina]

hi baby t!

it's 5.5 years into the future and you happened to stumble upon this post while having a rare, indulgent moment of nostalgia. you're currently 25 years old (!!!)

what's new and worth noting...

i guess the basics: ldn is home. we spent the summer in nyc last year and desperately wanted to move (and waves of dreaming about it still come!) but we're staying put for now.

we've put down roots :) we have a beautiful home. dream home. filling up with plants and paintings from travels and pictures of the people we love. when the weather is warm, we make dinner and take it to the balcony and eat outside while watching the world go by under the sinking sunlight.

we work a lot. it's unromantic but not unexpected.

we dance a lot! we spend our free evenings and weekends dancing, and we travel to dance around europe with our friends, and we train and sweat and laugh and party together and it is indulgent and exhilarating and the most wonderful way to experience human connectivity and see the world. (we tend to fall ill afterwards. it's a lot on the body. we're learning the importance of allowing for recovery). we don't always have or make time for it, but we do always come back to it. we've realised that it brings us back to ourselves.

we found our people :) it took a few years of heartbreak. we were lonely for a long time, but now we're not. we adore the people we choose to spend our time with (they were worth the wait). we love the time we spend just us, nobody else, even more.

we're still on good terms with our first love. we saw kyle for the first time in a few years, a couple of months ago. for the most part, we love and watch each other grow up from afar. it still is and always will be the most soulful & special thing.

we're in love <3 we have been for a while. we met him (dancing!), and suddenly, everything made sense. he has the most beautiful blue eyes that crinkle in the corners when he smiles and it makes him look older and younger all at once and makes us love him more than we thought it was possible to love a person just from looking at them. he's made us absurdly enthusiastic about the little things in life (honourable mentions: peonies and puppies). it's definitely not always easy, but it's worth it.

we don't write anymore. we should. life gets in the way. it feels like lyra reading the alethiometer - it was there in adolescence, now it's gone. ocean vuong's interview with the new york times last week made us feel 15 and want to try again.

we don't use any social media. it's more peaceful this way. the people who love us know how to reach us. we're currently not in therapy! we're enjoying navigating the world solo, for the first time in a decade. things may change, but this is good for now.

there were some dark years - we don't want to gloss over them, but they're not worth dwelling on.

we look around now and are in awe. we're astounded by our growth. we didn't know it was possible to experience moments of this magnitude of joy. there were times we didn't think we'd make it past 21. the joy ebbs and flows, but the point is that we didn't know it was there - and now we do.

there's not much more left to say except: you were right. the good things have come.

y’all ever just wanna skip like 5 years into the future

[s0dium]

THAT'S A RED FLAG BABY

JJK MEN AND RED FLAGS

A/n: Yessirrrr MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: Jujutsu men and their red flag in a relationship or generally and how it shows through when they fuck

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Yuuta Okkatsu, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso

Warnings: Emotional abuse, narcissism, controlling behavior, dub-con, semi-public sex, spitting, fingering, rough sex, male masturbation, degrading, praise, teasing

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Gojo Satoru- Narcissist  

Since he was a kid, Gojo has been praised and called many things

The honored one, the strongest, gifted and so on

But what people don't see is behind those beautiful sapphire eyes, is a goddamn narcissist through and through

He thinks, no he knows that he is the best, best at everything

This includes what goes on in bed.

And its not only that, the white-haired fox only cares about himself too in the sheets, abusing his unnatural stamina and using you like a cock sleeve for his own taste

At least he can be nice about it sometimes

Gojo is relentless. Its almost like your his personal cock sleeve, his dick shaping your insides and abusing your cervix despite your choked sobs and whines for him to stop, to simply slow down. He holds the back of your head with his hand, allowing you to look down at the way you two are connected; how he retracts his hips until his tip barely pokes out, admiring the slick coating his shaft before slamming back into you again.

"Ahhh~ P-please Satoru please...."

Gojo rolls his eyes and scoffs. Why were the people that surrounded him always so weak? Even you. It's a good thing you feel like heaven he could almost forgive you.

Tears stream down your face. Every time the tip of his dick rams against your cervix a powerful feeling mixed with pain and pleasure that surges through your body making you tremble and shake. You're losing your mind. Everything is so good, and, God, you can't ignore how handsome Gojo looks right now. His white hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the muscles of his toned abdomen are flexing and unflexing. He is gorgeous, and, boy, he knows it. Even the way your pussy squeezes and spasms around his dick sends more bolts of electric pleasure to dance through your skim.

"Shhhh, just take it 'kay? You're doing so good for me baby." Gojo coos.

Geto Suguru -Controlling

It starts off small, a comment here and there on your choice of friends, a small criticism on where you were going to spend the evening because wouldn't you have much more fun spending it with him?

Then he's starting to pick out outfits for you. Modest but pretty ones for outside but short skimpy clothes for when you're only with him. It even gets to the point where he is controlling your finances, making you only use his credit card, and its not about the money, you can use as much as you want for all he cares. It's about the control, you being helplessly reliant on him.

And Geto has such an easy time getting away with his controlling tendencies, showering you in praises and sweet nothings about how he just wants to protect you. And the way his violet eyes gleam at you, you almost always believe him.

Don't for a second think that he's insecure because it's far from it. The raven-haired man just wants to have you all to himself, he just wants to protect you from the cruel cruel world out there.

"Didn't I tell you to ask me first if you are going to wear an outfit like that?" Geto whispers in your ear but you can barely focus on his words. The curl of his fingers inside you is just too numbing; the way it hits, prods, and massages a spot deep inside your walls that you can only dream about reaching on your own. Geto's fingers are so thick too, almost filling you up as deliciously as his dick does. Almost. "Mmm- I- I, I didn't-" You gasp for air and try to bury your face into your hands. He currently has you against a wall of some bathroom stall but that fact seemed all but lost to you right now. The pleasure was building in your core and fast. Your legs were starting to shake and a numbing electric feeling had taken course throughout your body. You didn't have to open your eyes to know that Geto was smirking.

Suddenly, Goto curls his fingers in a way that deeply presses your g-spot and the dam of pleasure that had built inside you breaks. Your jaw goes slack and your whole body trembles with electricity.

"Didn't expect for you to crack so easily" he chuckles against your ear, and you collapse into his chest. Yuta Okkatsu- Too obsessed

You would think this is a good thing right? You could never love someone too much, but it was different with Yuuta

Sure you had a crush on him, sure you touched yourself to him plenty of times (which Yuuta knew of very well) so the feelings weren't all that unreciprocated

But theres a line, there's a line that Yuta always seems to cross

From taking pictures of you to texting you constantly, christ you even found your panties in his drawer, yuta love was overwhelming.

Yuuta knows that he should wake you up, but he cant bring himself too right now. You just look so beautiful, so perfect under the soft glow of the night sky. Also, he just feels so good right now, Yuuta can barely think so much as speak. "Mmmm-mmm" he whimpers against the pillow, slowly grinding his clothed erection against your bare leg. How would you react if you knew your boyfriend was humping you while you sleep? Would you push him away? No no you're too kind for that, you would probably help him, probably pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings until he finished. Yes, if he knew for a fact that you'd help him when you wake up, what's stopping you from helping you now? Careful not to wake you up, he picks up your hand. It's so small compared to his but wraps so well around his throbbing member. He glides your thumb across his red tip to collect the precum before slowly sliding your hand up and down. The pleasure is immediate. It makes him bury his face into your neck to to press sloppy, wet, hot, and bitten kisses along your skin.

Sukuna Ryomen- Sadist

Where to start with Sukuna. Sukuna is the red flag.

Actually, even that is a complete understatement. Sukuna is straight-up cruel, rather he is a sadist through and through.

Manipulation, degrading, humiliation....although he wouldn't physically abuse you, with emotional abuse he won't hesitate.

You expect compassion, sympathy, and kindness from him? Fat chance. It is hard to see Sukuna being in any relationship at all.

Sukuna certainly doesn't love you, but he sure does love the sex though

Like any good sadist, his sexual pleasure derives from your physical or emotional suffering.

"Aw look at you, fucked you dumb did I?" Sukuna chuckles. A tattooed hand snakes between to your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit before delivering a sharp slap to the nerve.

Your eyes widen and your hips instantly buck up, unintentionally sending his dick deeper into you. The position he has you in is brutal. Both of your legs are thrown over Sukuna's shoulders and pressed against your chest, effectively folding you in half. "Open ya mouth" He orders, but you are too lost in the pleasure that is blooming in your stomach, the pleasure that is making your cunt flutter and squeeze desperately around his fat cock. "I said open." Sukuna delivers a particularly harsh thrust before stilling inside you; keeping the tip of his dick smushed against your cervix. The sudden movement snaps you out of your haze and you obediently widen your mouth letting your tongue hang out. Sukuna lets a glob of spit fall from his lips onto your awaiting tongue. You don't need to be told to swallow, you do so on habit, giving him a soft smile as you do so.

"Fuck, ya so perfect, such a good girl."

Choso- Jealous 

Choso is the type of man who keeps to himself. The type of man to blend in a group or fade into the background.

But that doesn't mean he notices things. In fact, he notices things a bit too well.

Was that your coworker who touched your shoulder? You say that he is just a friend but who should a friend be able to touch you so easily?

He won't hesitate to bring up what he notices either, he says he's not accusing you of anything, that he trusts you, but he totally is.

He hates it when people get to close to his brothers so it posits that he loathes it when it comes to his lover.

How did you get here? How did an argument turn into this?

You want to scream, you want to thrash and tell Choso that he's got it all wrong, that you didn't mean to see your guy friend when you went out to have lunch. It was just a harmless bump-in that turned into a long conversation. Thats it. But the feeling of Choso's dick filling you up, his harsh thrusts and the fucking delicious friction of the drag, Jesus, it's just- it's just so good your mind that your mind is a white sheet.

You are on all fours but you don't know how much longer you can keep the position up. Not with the way he's ramming your pussy from behind.

“You are mine," he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal is brutal. "Mine," he swears, and he pulls you up so your back is pressed against him and you are upright. Choso doesn’t slow his movement though, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing up and down from the harshness of it all.

“You wanna cum? Good, cum."

[mejaemin]

met baby - choi seungcheol

(18+) mdni !!! wc: 1.6k summary: s.coups, your rapper bf, surprises you with his appearance at the met warnings: celeb!reader, scoups is a solo rapper and NOT an idol, bathroom stuff, light daddy kink, fingering, mentions of the iconic bathroom pics + my king asap rocky, not proofread an: this look is driving me fucking crazy. congrats to my baby, i’m so proud of u !! now get in my bed.

he didn’t tell you he’d be here. you hop out of the car, manager fixing your dress, and there’s plenty of cameras that capture your absolutely shell shocked expression at the sight of your boyfriend, rapper choi seungcheol, posing for the carpet.

you genuinely have to be snapped out of it, brought back to life from your trance, to stop you from holding up the line and get your own photos taken. even as they make you spin, pose and turn every which way, behind your golden smile, the only thing on your mind is choi seungcheol.

he looks beautiful, silver hair (which you also had the pleasure of being uninformed of) matching his dusty blue-grayish suit. it’s paired with a dark, robe-like outer piece, and he looks both like the business man of your dreams and a character from a sci-fi movie. he fits the theme perfectly, and you’re so grateful for that because, as someone who’s attended multiple times, you’ve expressed your distaste for people not following the theme multiple times. he definitely understood the assignment, and when he steps off the carpet, making room for you, there’s a smirk on his face that you so wish you could wipe off.

you’re seated in different areas, of course, but you made sure your chair was in a spot where he’d stay in your line of sight. being such a talented, expensive girl has its perks, especially when it comes to your connections with the co-chairs. speaking of, you’re supposed to be in conversation with one of them, but your dismissive responses tell him enough. once all the attendees have settled in, everyone was introduced and finally allowed to mingle. your seatmates shoo you away, and you couldn’t complain as you make your way to him.

he immediately stops his conversations with other people, turning to you with a smirk. “surprise, baby.” you’re already on heels that scream ankle problems, so it’s easy to lean forward and plant your lips on his. he’s eager to welcome it, hands on your waist as he leans in further.

“this is so unfair, seungcheol. you saw the whole process of my look, and i get to have my heart attack live streamed because you hid all this from me?” you have to keep yourself from yelling, completely forgetting where you’re at as you look at him, up close. even his face is perfect, from his eyebrows to his flawless skin, all the way to his lips that pop out with his new hair.

“oops?” he laughs, and you shake your head. he’s so calm, collected as he converses with the other celebrities in the vicinity. he even manages to exchange contacts with some of them, landing collabs and features. he looks so hot like this, holding you on his arm like you’re the newcomer while he makes flawless conversation with people you’ve known for years. you’re conscious enough to greet them, making small conversation with those that you’re closer with. still, you can’t be bothered, and your fingers get antsier against his belt loop the closer you get to the bathroom.

you’re right there, and with your incessant tugging at his overly long cape-like blazer, you know he gets the message. he’s given you that calm down look at least a hundred times, thick eyebrow raising with darkened eyes, but he’s only making it worse. he helps make your way there, and before you even fully step in the door, your hands are all over him, feeling him up over his clothes, hands starvingly gripping at his half hardness in his slacks.

he picks you up, large hands gripping your hips as he sets you down on the marble counter. his lips are on yours like a magnet, moving with a desperation that really emulates the feeling of reuniting after weeks of fittings and shoots. he’s so cool, composed, but you know the time apart’s been torturous for him, if the voice messages he’s left you in response to the photos you’ve sent during fittings said anything.

“you just can’t wait, now can you?” his voice is husky, rumbling against you as he very gently bites at your neck.

you slide his outerwear off his shoulders, pulling him closer to you by the waistband on his pants. with the slit in your dress, you push all the fabric to the side so your legs can move freely, wrapping around him to keep him close. “cheollie, it’s been weeks.. i need you so bad, right now…” you whine, pushing your hands under his clothes to feel his bare skin. it eases the buzzing in your veins, changing it to pure desire that floods your underwear as your fingers glide over the hair under his belly button.

“we don’t have much time in here..” he runs his hand through his hair, cursing when he remembers where he’s at, looking in the mirror to put it back. his sleeve falls a little, and the glint of his watch catches your eye. so expensive, so him, it makes him all the more attractive. “i’ll help you, baby, we gotta be quick, okay? that sound good?” he asks, one hand sliding up your leg as he leans down to kiss you.

you nod, “please, cheollie, i need it..” your voice is tiny, soft, and you give him the sweetest look ever to help sway him. he only looks down at you, fingers teasing your waistband, eyebrow raised expectantly. you whine, “please, daddy… i’ll take anything you give me, jus’ can’t wait anymore..”

he chuckles lowly. “thank you, princess, for asking so nicely..”

his head dips down to the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses all over your skin and a trail of cherry red lip stain. he pulls up his sleeves, revealing his toned forearms, and you can’t see much with his body in the way, but the cool metal gliding against your thigh makes them twitch.

he pulls your underwear to the side, a shaky sigh of his own sounding when he comes in contact with your heat. you’re dripping, you have been since you got here. it’s so tempting to get down on his knees and taste you, he wants to so bad, but someone would definitely notice if the lower half of his makeup had been wiped off.

“you’re so wet, baby.. you like the look that much?” he asks, teasing, thumb rubbing over your clit. even the gentlest touch has your head spinning, the little mhm you respond to him with sounding extra desperate.

seungcheol’s fingers push into you, watch band jingling as he gently thrusts them into you. the glint of all the rocks embedded in it shine under the dim lights. it’s so pretty, and the way your slick spills onto your thighs and spreads onto the piece makes his pants all the tighter. same with his rings, ones he didn’t bother taking off before touching you.. they’re cold as they touch your skin, pushing against your entrance with every curl of his fingers. another addition to his expensive look, so pretty and dirtied by your arousal.

your body is burning, so overwhelmed by seungcheol’s intoxicating scent, his oh so enticing jewelry, and the way he works you open like it’s nothing. you’re quivering, biting into your fist to keep quiet, rolling your hips into his hand, clit rubbing against the heel of his palm.

“so good, cheollie, gonna cum soon..” you whimper, holding his thick forearm in your hands.

he kisses your temple, so sweet and tender compared to his vigorous, vulgar movements between your legs. he knows what he’s doing, pouting and cooing at you as if your legs aren’t quivering against his sides.

“i know baby, i can feel it. you can let go, i’ve got you.” he kisses you, nice and deep against your lips, tongue dipping into your mouth and swallowing all the noises that try to escape.

the sounds filling the bathroom are so vulgar, the squelching of your boyfriend’s fingers inside you, blending with your lips smacking and the little moans that slip out. it’s so hot, and the coil in your lower half is impossibly tight. you know seungcheol is just as into it, his gaze locked onto your entrance and all the pretty gems on his wrist shining as he fingers you. his cock is throbbing, pushing against his pants, leaving very little to your imagination.

“cum, baby, we have to go back out soon.. don’t wanna get in trouble..” he whispers, teeth pulling at your earlobe, and his deep voice teasing your eardrums is all it takes for you to break.

your back arches, face scrunched in a silent scream as you’re pushed over the edge. seungcheol’s fingers are stuck, your walls squeezing him impossibly tight, free hand rubbing your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. he hums, licking his lips at the sight, hovering over you as you come down.

slowly, he pulls his fingers out, observing your mess before pressing them into your mouth. he mumbles something about the price of his rings, and your tongue swirls over them to clean them up as best you can. once done, he straightens you up and helps you off the counter.

it’s seemingly perfect timing, because nearly half the guests are suddenly rushing in. you smile, hiding your face in his shoulder when one of your friends raises an eyebrow at you. it’s then that you remember to relay to your boyfriend that it’s time for the annual bathroom photo, one everyone squeezes into when you’re not really even allowed to take it. you and him are in the front, and you stand in front of seungcheol to hide his boner before the camera clicks. his hands are on your waist, and after the photo is sent to you later in the night, you can observe it a little further. you’re both so beautiful, all flushed and serving the most gorgeous face, but also so unbelievably fucked if that photo ever gets posted.

svt 🏷️ @coquettejunnie @prettymoles

[harmoonix]

S T A R G I R L

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

🧊 Those who are ruled by Jupiter or have Jupiter as a dominant planet have it easier in life since Jupiter grants luck, happiness, prosperity. This depends also if you have good aspects to Jupiter

🧊 if you are favored by Mars (Having Mars in a good sign like Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn) there is a chance to have less fights/arguments/drama in your life, depends on the aspects of your mars

🧊 Saturn ruled natives have dark aura, dark does not equal bad, is just darkness, their beauty relise in the dark, is always secretive and mysterious

🧊 Lilith aspecting the ascendant can be prone to attract toxic people, some people can also think that you can be 'toxic' or 'bad' with these placements

🧊 Mars can feel more lazy when is around an earth sign/house or degree, it moves more slowly than usual

🧊 Pluto/Moon or Neptune in the 9H can be attracted by occult, magic, withcraft, tarot, etc. These placements are also called 'bewitched' in this house

🧊 I find natives with Pluto or Saturn in the 11H to be very secretive around their friends and social circles, like nobody knows them truly

🧊 If Pluto is in the 10H and badly aspected can indicate 'power - hungry' doing anything to obtain what they want which is not good in most cases

🧊 Jupiter aspecting your ascendant can bless your appearance and looks, something about you is beautifully written in the stars

🧊 I know people who have lots of Virgo Placements that would like to work in fields where they can help others, like a therapist, a doctor, etc

🧊 If you have no aspects or empty North Node, it can indicate that your life is not that much impacted by things, like going flawlessly with your life

🧊 If you have Lilith aspecting the Sun, you can end up being blamed for things you never did, Lilith usually takes the bad part of the sun which represents the ego and turns it against others

🧊 I know by a fact that air and water placements can get influenced by the weather, it can influence their mood the most

🧊 Neptune/Chrion/Sun in the 12H/1H can make the native to be moody in a sense of getting into a depressed state easily than others

🧊 People with their Moons in Sagittarius or Pisces may like to sugarcoat others, in a way to be more 'indulgent' to others and to keep their hopes high both being ruled by Jupiter

🧊 I don't usually talk about synastry but looking at the Venus in a couple synastry chart can show how your partner gives/offers love to you

🧊 Venus in Sagittarius, Gemini, Aquarius can have the best luck in finding partners who will give them freedom in a relationship, since your Venus can show 'lovely' things your spouse can do for you

🧊 Saturn conjucting Lilith is one of the most painful placements to have in a chart. Everything that Saturn touches it becomes strict. It can strict yourself from your sexual energy

🧊 Lilith in your 4H can talk about breaking bad things from your family, like habits, addictions, trauma

🧊 I deeply wanna talk about Scorpio and Cancer Lilith because both of these have issues with their emotions, feeling safe/secure comforted, lacking love from parents or partners, both signs struggle in these areas and these are not easy signs to have Lilith in, especially if you have a traumatic history

🧊 Uranus and Moon in the 6H are planets which pay a lot of attention to their mental health, they always prioritize it

🧊 Libra Moon/Venus/Eros/Juno will feel dissatisfied in life if they don't have a sensual/romantic connection with their partners

🧊 a Scorpio moon/8h moon will value intimacy a lot in their relationships, beside being important, is also a healthy way to express themselves

🧊 Saturn in Virgo or in the 6h, or at 6° 18° may struggle with organization, finding an order in their lives, can be chaotic and the person may find peace in a chaotic environment with this placement

🧊 Saturn in the 12H/Pisces/ at 12° 24° makes a native to be confused, about their life, their career, job, family, relationship. Is like you live in a fog and you can't see the things you have around so these things can confuse you

🧊 Mars is a cruel planet, is not a sweet candy and will not stay to sugarcoat nobody in life, Mars will put action in your life

🧊 Sun harshly aspecting the Neptune can indicate 'hiding' yourself from the world, you can be anxious around others, not wanna be seen

🧊 Your 4H can talk about your home and the way you take care of it, having harsh aspects to your 4H ruler can indicate having a hard time to take care of your house

🧊 Scorpio Venus can be invested in their partners sexual life, your partner may not give the same energy back to you while you may crave it

🧊 Earth Signs in the 12H may deal with their subconscious more harshly, they can constantly judging themselves and being critical which is a pain for your subconscious. Give yourself a break from all the negative things

🧊 Jupiter and Venus aspects match so good if you're looking for a partner or a relationship, you can be blessed with a good marriage as well

🧊 I heard that a good time to look for a relationship is when you have your Jupiter Return or that most people find their love during one

🧊 Saturn in the 8H/Scoprio or at 8° 20° can struggle with their sexuality, in a way that they may feel shameful to be sexual or to be more opened about these topics

🧊 Capricorn Risings usually have better years with the time, you can actually observe that the next year can be better than the last one

🧊 Chiron in the 7H have the power to heal their partners and their relationships/marriage

🧊 Every time Mars has a transit in your 10H you may feel like people have something against you or that you may feel everyone around you is angry on something

🧊 The sad thing that comes with a Venus in the 6h/10h in a relationship may be that either you or your spouse may overwork and you will not have that much time to spend with each other, someone will always be more focused on work

🧊 'All night you gave me mad love' is an Aries Mars/Venus/Eros/Juno melody line, it fits with the Aries behavior

🧊 Pluto conjunct Lilith can make the native sexually powerful, your sexual energy is everything!

🧊 Aquarius Risings have an inner magic that not all the people can see, you need to be close to them in order to see their energy

🧊Aries/Scorpio/Mars/Pluto/Capricorn/Saturn in the 3H wont hold back from calling peolpe out, talking dirty, cussing, malefics are more in anger in the house of communication

🧊Earth Suns are so classic, so sophisticated, their fashion style is extremely beautiful, you should wear more gold to be in more earthy energy

🧊 I do not trust any uranus dominat/aquarius placements natives who are racist, sexist, homophobic, you know all these against the human right. (Usually i dont stand any people who are like this)... Like Uranus and Aquarius stand for being humanitarian and you are against it? JAIL and GOODBYE

🧊If you are Saturn dominant make sure to wear more black or dark colors because thats how saturn feels more appreciated by you, can bring you more benefits

Have a blessed day for everyone reading my astrology observations 💙💙💙

Harm💙💙nix

[reignpage]

The Other Woman

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

The doctors and psychologists said it’d be great for your husband’s well-being to be with friends and family. And for the most part, that’s proven true. 

Insisting on welcoming Satoru back properly, his students organised a party and invited anyone who had a remote connection with their teacher. Even Nanami had taken time off from work to be here and had given a polite pat on his shoulder and a genuine greeting. 

That brought a huge smile to the white-haired man who pounced on the poor guy without remorse, giggling about how he knew he ‘always liked him really’. It felt great to watch him be surrounded by and showered with so much love and support, the kind he deserves; you could tell it was bringing life back to him. After all, it must have been painful for him to have been cooped up in the house trying to reconcile his new reality with the one he remembers. 

You keep reminding yourself of that. 

Satoru needs this. 

He needs normalcy. The normal he remembers, the normal he went to sleep thinking about and not the one he had suddenly woken up to, years passing him by. 

Everyone knows this. He knows this. Just as you do. 

So why is every person in the party sneaking you pitying and concerned glances?

Sure, no one could possibly think this is easy for you, to be the stranger that Satoru still gets surprised to see in the morning. The one he hesitates to say goodnight to, unsure of the boundaries, the etiquette, the right thing to do. He sometimes forgets to text you if he’s going out, shocked and annoyed, you’re sure, to see the many missed calls and messages from you. And you know he studies the picture frames all over your house like a textbook that would give him all the answer he needs.

All he gets, you’re willing to bet, is the realisation that you’re both the tether he needs to keep grounded, that guides him through the sea of memories he cannot touch, and the leash that binds him to a role he doesn’t remember signing up for. 

Are they looking at you with worry because of the inevitable toll this sudden shift has taken on your mental health or because your husband is talking to his ex-girlfriend the way he used to talk to you?

It can’t be the latter, right?

Because there’s nothing to be worried about. 

Satoru is simply catching up, trying to stitch up the crater-sized hole in his memory with a familiar face. There’s no reason for your hand to shake as you sip your drink or for your eyes to keep darting back over to them, sat alone at a table like they’re the only people in here. 

He’s laughing, throwing his head back and making that obnoxious cackle you love to hear. Loved. Because this one isn’t for you. It’s for her. The woman he shouldn’t be near, the woman he shouldn’t even think about, shouldn’t let touch his arm. 

You’re the wife. 

You’ve got the ring to prove it. 

He’s wearing it. Just not on the hand attached to the arm strung over the back of her chair like he’s protecting her from the rest of the world. Hell, maybe he is. Maybe his infinity is on and covering her. But you don’t have it in you to throw something at them to find out. Either result would be just as humiliating as the other. 

There’s nothing to be done. 

You can’t interrupt. 

Because Satoru needs to know what he said goodbye to all those years ago to know what he says ‘hey, pretty lady’ and ‘good morning, gorgeous’ to now. Or used to say. Now, you’re lucky if he even looks at you without shuffling his feet. 

Eventually, the night draws to its natural end. 

People bid their farewells twice, once to him and her, and then to you. Each time breaks your heart even more until you feel it crumble inside, little shards falling to pieces he won’t pick up. She stands before you, a small, shy smile, like she knows what she’s done. And says it’s ‘lovely to meet you’, and of course you can’t say it back. 

Not when you had been introduced by your name, ‘my beautiful wife’ going nowhere near the tip of his tongue as if those words had never been uttered by your husband. And not when she had been introduced in a hastily withdrawn, stuttered freudian slip of hell. 

“This is my girlfr— Sorry, I mean, my friend. From high school. Yeah, high school.”

Satoru blushes, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he waves goodbye to her. And you can tell he finds the act lacklustre, an uninspired, unnatural way to say goodbye to the woman you woke up to and slept beside. 

“Did you have a good time?”

He nods, a soft smile playing on his lip as he casts his gaze across the room, sweeping by the empty hall like he can still see every single person that came. “It was nice to see everyone and catch up.”

You’re thankful he doesn’t ask if you enjoyed the evening because you can’t lie to him but you also can’t tell the truth, can’t burden him anymore with the reminder that he doesn’t fill the shoes of your husband, that he continues to stumble with every step, dragging you down with him. 

So, instead, you fill the silence with a question that is so harmless, so normal it slips out before you can even think to anticipate the devastating crack that goes through your very soul. 

“Ready to go home?”

Satoru nods.

But he’s looking at a seat in the back. 

A seat that’s probably still warm. A seat you could never fill because you aren’t the woman he thought, hoped, he would marry. 

You’re just the woman he did. 

[a-pute11as]

i don't share - alexia putellas

word count - 2.9k | summary - your arrangement with alexia had been working out pretty well, until a night out with the team had her jealous for something that's her.

MDNI 18+ - smut

you and alexia had been ‘friends with benefits’ for a while, something that had no real labels or exclusivity but it never really felt like that. not with the late night calls when you couldn’t sleep so instead you spent hours talking to her or the fact that she was the first person you went to with any kind of news you had to share, good or bad, or even the way you’d end up on her lap at every team bonding because there was, coincidentally, no seat left for you. 

your relationship was unpredictable and daring, but at the same time, it was familiar, easy and it felt safe. 

the two of you were still professional, the respect you had for alexia had never waivered, no matter how often your mind flashbacked to the way she had you arching your back the night before. you were good friends, two teammates that had a good connection, able to execute beautiful passes, precision assists, duels against oppositions. but off the pitch, it was a slightly different connection. 

a connection that held more intimacy. 

of course the team teased you endlessly, told you to ‘hurry up and make it official’, but you and alexia had made a deal to stay this way. it worked so why change it. 

But there was a different side of alexia on team nights out. she was possessive, jealous and incredibly selfish when it came to you. 

“i don’t like the way she’s looking at her,” alexia muttered to irene. 

alexia was sitting at the table reserved for the team, sipping on the last few sips of her drink as she complained to irene as you went to get another drink from the bar. irene was her current unlucky victim as she complained that someone was showing you an ounce of attention. 

irene laughed slightly before reassuring her, “ale, she’s just ordering a drink.” 

alexia continued to glare, her mind fizzing at the way the bartender’s eyes glazed over you, her tongue flicking her bottom lip as she laughed at something you said. 

“are you sure you’re still wanting to be just friends?” irene suggested, alexia immediately snapping her gaze towards her now, “it’s just you’re very focused on someone you’re adamant it’s just sex.”

her eyes went back to focus on you, watching you closing, “things change.” she mumbled, jaw clenched.

you leaned over the bar, giggling as you repeated your order to the dark haired, tanned, muscled girl behind the bar, for what felt like the fifth time over the sound of the booming music. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t flirting, she was your type, and there was never a harm in getting a few free drinks.

“that girl is staring at her boobs,” her hand clenching and unclenching into a fist under the table, “i told her that the top would make people look at her.”

with a quick smile, you thanked the bartender for your drinks, calling patri over as you lined up the shots you had ordered for the two of you.

patri had become your partner in crime on nights out, she was your best friend but on nights out you two took it to the next level. you couldn’t say no to any kind of chaos, if the two of you were dancing on the table by the end of the night, then it would have been successful. 

“patri aqui, take the shot.” you shouted with a mischievous spark in your eye, the two shots on the bar in front of you.

“ah nena, trouble already?” she grinned, the same look in her eye, instantly coming over as the two of you clinked the small glasses and practically inhaled the liquid. 

sending a final smile to the bartender, whose eyes were yet to leave your sight, you picked up the other two drinks, and made your way back over to the table. 

“amor, i have your drink.” you smiled, sliding into the seat next to alexia as you placed the glass on the table in front of her.

alexia didn’t say thank you, she just looked at you. “you were flirting with that girl,” she stated, irene taking it as a signal to leave, unsure of what was coming, “did she say anything to you?”

“she asked for my number.” you replied casually, sipping on the mixed alcohol you had just bought, watching as alexia’s eyes narrowed. 

“and you gave it to her?” she probed, her eyebrow raising as she questioned you. 

you shook your head contently for a moment, “nope, unless i don’t have someone to go home with, then i might.”

alexia’s face was painted with amusement, a cocky grin on her face, “posiblemente.” she shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. 

and just like that, your mission was set. in your mind alexia ‘possibly’ was a challenge, she was practically asking you to make her jealous enough that the two of you would be leaving early by her request. 

you shuffled closer to alexia, your legs placed over hers as your bare skin brushed against her jeans. alexia’s hand instinctively drew patterns on your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin as you relaxed into her touch. 

your conversation flowed, fellow teammates popping in and out of the conversation as the night developed.

the touch was innocent at first, her hand starting just above your knee, slowly making its way up your inner thigh until it danced just under the hem of your skirt. 

and that’s when your attention snapped to patri, as she sat down on the chair next to you, her hands draping around your shoulders. 

“chica, come and dance!” her head was placed next to your head as she smiled. 

you could see alexia’s jaw tighten at the closeness between you and patri, but she didn’t say anything, she was used to it. alexia didn’t mind how close you were with patri, you’d been like this since you first moved to barcelona, she was one of the first to welcome you with open arms and it had stayed like that. but alexia knew what you were like when you were drunk, you’d push every button for the reaction you wanted, and after the ‘challenge’ she set you, tonight was perfect. 

your legs automatically swung off of alexia’s, your body missed her touch, but what you were about to make her do was a whole lot more fun. you gave her one last, teasing look before heading to the dance floor with patri.

you and patri started off with plenty of space between you. your body moving to the beat of the music as the liquor in your body was coursing through your veins. 

you could feel alexia’s eyes on you. 

precise, daring, watching your every move as if you were her prey and she was ready to pounce. 

but she waited. as if she knew the trick you were about to play. yet her face was harsh, a single raised eyebrow etched onto her face as the corner of her lips tugged, a smirk daring to enter her face. pure danger. 

your bodies gradually grew closer. the space between you closing as the music got louder. it was as if it was a cover for your actions, something you could hide behind that made you want to go the extra step. 

you moved closer, closer than usual, feeling the deliberate heat of it, the almost staged intimacy. it was a show, after all.

for alexia.

you tossed your head back, laughing at something patri whispered in your ear, making sure the moment stretched just long enough for alexia to notice.

patri’s arm's reach out, your body turning flush against hers. your back pressed against her front, barely any space between you. her hands laid safe on your hips. it was friendly, it didn’t cross any boundaries, but the look on alexia’s face suggested differently.

patri knew what she was doing, it was a conversation the two of you had already had on the way over. she knew her ex was at the same event and wanted to make her jealous, and you had your plans to make alexia feel the same way. 

patri’s fingers tightened slightly at your hips, guiding your movements to match hers. you swayed together, your bodies moving in perfect sync, and the longer you stayed pressed against her, the easier it became to forget where you ended and she began.

you tipped your head back onto her shoulder, letting your eyes flutter shut, not because you needed to, but because you knew Alexia was still watching.

you could feel the sharp burn of her gaze, it felt as if it pinned you in place, even as you danced. it was pure, unfiltered possessiveness, a dangerous glint in her eye that promised punishment, not patience.

patri leaned in, her lips just brushing the shell of your ear in a whisper only meant for you, “she’s going to lose her fucking mind” she murmured, her voice low, asmused, daring. 

you smiled, letting your hand trail up patri’s arm in a way that was just shy of too much, just shy enough to make it look real.

your eyes fluttered open, daring to glance in alexia’s direction.

her smirk was gone. her arm was crossed, jaw tight, eyes dark and unreadable. the look she was giving you was so heated, so loaded, that it stole the breath from your lungs.

her message was clear, yet you weren’t done. you didn’t stop moving. if anything, you pushed back even harder against patri, a wicked little tilt of your hips daring alexia to come and do something about it.

you spun in patri’s touch, the two of you now facing. you reached up to her, “i think this was the best plan you could’ve come up with”, you muttered into her ear. 

that was the snap that had alexia rise to her feet, you barely had time to register the look on her face as she moved.

one second you were face to face with patri, the next alexia had gripped by the wrist and away from your friend entirely.

alexia pulled you away, her touch scorching, fingers possessively curled around you as she pulled you from patri without a word. the music was blaring around you, yet all you could hear was the beating of your heart, a smug smirk on your face, you got exactly what you wanted. 

alexia didn’t stop until she had pulled you into an empty stall in the bathroom. her body crowding yours, the heat of her anger and something far more dangerous.

her hand was still around your wrist, pinning it against the wall, her body firm against yours.

there was nowhere to run. nowhere you wanted to run.

her eyes burned into yours, wild and dark, her jaw tight with restraint she was quickly losing. her face painted with jealousy, pure possession, exactly what you wanted.

"you think that's funny, cariño?" she hissed, "you think you can dance like that, look like that, and have someone who is not me all over you?"

she leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, a ghost of a touch that made your knees buckle.

"you've been playing your stupid little game all night," she murmured, her free hand skating down your side, slow and torturous, "but you forgot one thing."

you barely managed to choke out, "w-what?"

her mouth pressed against the corner of your jaw, her breath hot, dangerous, “i don't share."

and with that, she kissed you, fierce, claiming, punishing, all the anger and want and jealousy crashing into you at once. you melted against her, all thoughts of games and jealousy burning away under the raw, possessive way she touched you, kissed you, owned you.

the music faded into nothing. all that existed was her, the taste of her, the feel of her body against yours, the way she made it very, very clear:

you were hers.

and she was going to make sure you never forgot it.

she pressed harder, her body pinning yours firmly against the wall, her thigh forcing its way between your legs, leaving no room for guessing what she wanted. you whimpered into the kiss, hips grinding against the hard muscle of her thigh instinctively.

alexia pulled back, just enough to watch you, her eyes so dark, so full of desire, lust, want it made your head spin

“i fucking knew you wanted this” she muttered, her eyes scanning your body infront of her, watching as she broke you down piece by piece under her touch. 

her hand traveled under the hem of your dress, fingers rough against the skin of your bare thigh, “whatever you want to call this, no one gets to touch you like that”.

her thigh pressed harder between your legs, grinding up as her hand gripped your ass, pulling you even closer, forcing you to rut against her like you were already hers.

and god, you were.

your head rolled back against the wall, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you shamelessly rocked against her.

she smirked, a dark, dangerous thing. her hands dropped from your body, her thigh suddenly absent from in between your legs. 

your face dropped as she looked at you, a face full of amusement, yet yours was the opposite. 

"so fucking needy, making me watch you act like a slut on the dance floor just to get my attention." she shook her head slowly, rolling her eyes, sharp venom in her voice.

“please ale” you reached out to grab her hand, to lead it exactly where you wanted it, but she quickly moved her arm out of your reach entirely. 

“did you think i was going to be nice about this, carino? give you what you want after you grinded against your best friend in front of me?” she practically laughed in your face, “it's never that easy, my love.”

her hand gripped yours again, dragging you through the crowded space, past curious eyes and whispered mentions, not giving a single fuck about anything but getting you away from prying eyes.

you stumbled after her, heart hammering in your chest, your body still buzzing from the heat of her touch. she didn't slow, her grip on your wrist tight as she yanked you through the back door of the venue, straight to her car. 

the drive was silent, full of anticipation, but not from her. alexia knew exactly what she was going to do to you, yet you had no clue what you were about to expect. 

your leg bounced against the floor of the car as your fingers tapped against each other, all whilst shuffling your thighs together, as the heat continued pooling between your legs. yet alexia kept her eyes on the road the entire time, barely acknowledging the sight of you falling apart next to her. 

alexia didn’t wait once you got home.

the second the front door clicked shut, she had you pinned against it, her body pressed tightly against yours, her palm flat against your chest, keeping you in place.

her eyes burned into you, the anger and desire written across every tense muscle in her body. her free hand tangled into your hair, forcing your head up until you were forced to look her in the eyes.

"you really thought you could get away with that?" she laughed, it was low, sharp even. the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"you wanted to put on a show for me, hm? dance all over her like you didn’t know who you belong to?"

you opened your mouth to respond, but she shook her head with a quiet, dangerous laugh, cutting you off. 

“bedroom. now.”

you rushed past her, practically tripping over yourself as you made your way down the hall. you could feel her behind you, calm, collected, deliberate, a predator stalking her prey.

by the time you reached the bedroom, your hands were trembling with anticipation.

you turned to face her, but before you could say anything, alexia pushed you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. you collapsed onto it with a soft gasp, bouncing slightly as you sat on the mattress. 

"take it off," alexia ordered, nodding to your skirt, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.

your fingers scrambled to obey, clumsy in your desperation, peeling the fabric down your legs and tossing it aside. your top followed, leaving you stripped down, bare for her.

alexia stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, her head tilted as she looked you over like she was considering exactly how she wanted to break you apart.

you shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together instinctively, the ache between them unbearable, growing more and more.

she clicked her tongue disapprovingly, “ah, ah cari.” 

moving to kneel on the mattress between your legs. she grabbed your thighs and yanked them apart roughly, settling herself between them with radiating control. her fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh, barely touching, making you whimper in frustration.

"patri got to dance with you tonight," she murmured, leaning in close enough that her lips brushed your ear.

"but i get to ruin you."

a/n - thank you for reading! and thank you for the request anon. not 100% proof read so lmk any errors. as usual, i appreciate any feedback, my asks are open <3

[lilithlounge]

How Jupiter Impacts Your Relationship: A Personal Look

Speaking positively, Jupiter is like a beacon of light, infusing whatever it touches with growth, wisdom and optimism. When someone’s Jupiter overlays a house in your chart, it mostly brings expansion and new opportunities into that part of your life.

I’ve personally experienced how powerful Jupiter overlays can be. In my current relationship, my Jupiter falls into my partner’s 8th house, and his Jupiter falls into my 11th.

Honestly, it hasn’t always been easy. The 8th house energy can be really intense, it pushed both of us to face a lot of hidden fears and insecurities early on. There were moments when we felt deeply connected but also moments when all that emotional depth felt overwhelming. It forced a lot of growth individually and together. We had to learn how to trust each other on a level neither of us had really experienced before. Mind you, we’ve known each other for years so trust should already be there…but nope.

On the flip side, his Jupiter in my 11th house brought a kind of hope I didn’t realize I needed. He encouraged me to dream bigger, to reconnect with my sense of circle and purpose, especially during times when I felt isolated or stuck. It wasn’t some instant "everything is perfect" kind of magic, it was a slow building and realizing of trust and support over time, am I making any sense?

Seeing how Jupiter played out between us made me realize that growth in relationships isn’t always comfortable but it’s necessary. And when both people are willing to expand together, it’s honestly beautiful.

Enough about me, here’s a little guide on what it might mean if someone’s Jupiter lands in one of your houses:

Jupiter in the 1st house: You feel more yourself around this person seen, encouraged and often a lot braver about showing up authentically.

Jupiter in the 2nd house: I had an ex with this overlay and they help you realize your worth, sometimes even helping you grow financially or encouraging you to align more deeply with your values.

Jupiter in the 3rd house: Conversations with them feel easy and inspiring. They push you to learn, explore and maybe even travel short distances to shake things up.

Jupiter in the 4th house: They bring a feeling of home, emotional growth and expansion in family matters…… sometimes even moving in together or starting a family.

Jupiter in the 5th house: Life feels lighter and more joyful with them. There’s a lot of creativity, romance and maybe even talks of children. Lots of children.

Jupiter in the 6th house: They help you prioritize your health, daily routines and sense of service to others.

Jupiter in the 7th house: Relationships feel lucky, blessed and full of potential. You might feel like they make you believe in long term love again.

Jupiter in the 8th house: Well, hello. Emotional depth, shared resources and healing old wounds together. It’s intimate, dare I say it’s sometimes life changing.

Jupiter in the 9th house: They inspire you to travel, learn and dive into spirituality or philosophy. Your world gets bigger with them in it, your thighs gets bigger too. Sorry.

Jupiter in the 10th house: They encourage your ambitions and might even help boost your public reputation or career goals.

Jupiter in the 11th house: They expand your social world and help you believe in your bigger dreams. You may also meet important friends through them.

Jupiter in the 12th house: Expect them to bring hidden healing, spiritual lessons and sometimes if you’re lucky, a soft unconditional love that feels fated.

[minus-plus-zer0]

Accidentally Sleeping Together

♡ Genre: Fluff, suggestive ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader (Imagine the bunny on the right is Bakugou, afraid of you waking up O-o)

Bakugou's arms curled tight around you, his sleepy fingers running across your skin rhythmically. It took his similarly sleepy brain a couple of seconds before he realized that this wasn't a beautiful dream.

This was real.

Bakugou leapt off you, his back slamming into his dorm wall. He rubbed the back of his head, swore several expletives at nothing in particular, and then assessed the damage.

You slept together last night. He didn't remember if it was an accident or if you two... did something, but his head was not 100% there yet in the morning.

You were even slower than him to wake, but he could see your figure rustling, and all he could think was "Crap, crap, crap, crap!" It was like he was pinned against the wall. Even if he had an easy exit route, he couldn't exactly walk out on you without proving his innocence first. Or making sure you were okay.

You finally opened your eyes, wiping them. Tentatively, Bakugou spoke.

"Hey, we need to--"

You shrieked and Bakugou cringed from the noise. You sat upright, whipping your head around like it was on a swivel, pure shock on your cute little face. Bakugou was the same amount of scared, but unlike you he was frozen.

"What did we do?!" you cried.

"I don't know!"

"Did we sleep together?!"

"I don't fucking know!"

Bakugou's heart was racing. The fact that you even considered sleeping with him as a possible event within this point of space and time just totally befuddled him. If this whole ordeal didn't screw over his chances with you, then his stupidly hopeful heart could take this as a good sign.

He chose his next words very carefully.

"Did we?" he asked, a little eyebrow cocked and his voice low.

You stared at him, the gears turning in your adorable thoughtless head. He wondered what things you were thinking right now. Your face was normally pure and innocent and cute, but your mind was typically evil and mischievous and always thinking of ways to prank and tease him, so it was hard to say what was happening in there at this exact moment. But being your best friend and all, he had some ideas of what you were probably thinking of.

He shouldn't be focusing on that right now though. Although you didn't look uncomfortable or creeped out, you were the type of person who'd struggle to voice your negative thoughts in a time like this. And as your best friend, Bakugou had to make sure you were okay. It was like, his calling in life.

"You alright?" he asked, snapping you out of your reverie. "I would never take advantage of you. You know that, right?"

"I know," you said, almost immediately. Bakugou was a little proud of your trust and your strong connection together.

"Are you okay?" he asked, again.

"Yeah, I'm okie dokie... Are you?"

You reached out to his face and he realized he had been blushing for some time now.

"I'm sorry," you said. "Did I scare you? Did I sleep here on accident? Can't believe I crashed in your room..."

"Don't apologize to me! Jeez. You're always apologizing to other people. I'm fine. I would never be creeped out by you. In fact, you've almost fucking dozed off here a couple of times in the past. You just don't remember 'cause I carried you back each time." That last part was a bit of a brag.

"Oh?" you cocked your head. "But you didn't tonight. Guess you were too much of a lazy little sleepy head yesterday."

"No more than you!"

That was how you both ended up grinning at each other, faces too close and somewhat red, but happy all the same.

If you weren't uncomfortable, if you were even smiling at him, Bakugou wanted to push things further. Your lips were only several centimeters away, and he wanted to close the distance. But he couldn't risk it unless he knew for sure you'd want him to.

"Had a good sleep, then?" he asked, voice rumbly and still low while his smirk never left his face. "After all, it's my bed."

"I would've, but maybe someone was hogging all the sheets." You mock glared at him, but you didn't back away.

"Well I bought them," he retorted. "Didn't think I'd get a new roommate tonight."

"Maybe I'll just steal your bed and then we won't have a problem."

"You're gonna steal my bed with me in it?"

You lightly slapped his chest and he laughed. You were laughing too, but dammit even if it was funny, he wasn't entirely joking...

Still, he couldn't say he was unhappy.

"Seriously can't fucking believe I woke up to you today," he said, letting some of his true adoration for you spread across his face. "Next time you sleep here, I'm not carrying you back..."

While he still had the chance, he needed to push things further, so you'd understand where he really stood on this situation. Bakugou had enough of all the near-miss kisses in your relationship. He wanted more.

Your hands cupped his face and he stayed put, obediently.

"You won't need to," you whispered.

His fingers grabbed your chin. "I don't ever want to."

And with that, he kissed you, finally.

[s7my]

H O W N E P T U N E C L O U D S Y O U R C L A R I T Y 🌁

neptune in astrology is tied to dreams, illusions, and blurred lines. when it aspects other planets, it can soften clarity, making things feel more emotional, idealized, or confusing. it doesn’t lie, but it makes reality feel foggy; beautiful or heartbreaking, but hard to pin down. depending on the planet, it can bring deep intuition or escapism, creativity or confusion. ☁️🌪️

☉ sun-neptune

when neptune touches your sun, your sense of identity can be unclear or hard to define. you may struggle with self-doubt, not because you lack confidence, but because you’re constantly unsure of who you really are or who you’re supposed to be. you might absorb expectations from others without realizing it, which leads to shapeshifting in different settings. it’s easy to lose yourself in roles, relationships, or goals that don’t feel solid. people might think you’re inspirational or mysterious, but internally you may feel directionless or vague. the challenge here is finding a sense of self that isn’t built on other people’s projections or unrealistic ideals.

☽ moon-neptune

this aspect often makes emotional boundaries weak. you feel everything, even things that aren’t yours. you might have grown up in an environment where emotions weren’t clearly expressed, or where confusion and avoidance were common. now, you may struggle to trust your emotional instincts because you’re used to second-guessing yourself. sometimes you cope through fantasy, detachment, or checking out emotionally. you might be drawn to art, music, or helping others, but the real work is learning what you actually feel vs what you’ve absorbed from others.

☿ mercury-neptune

communication gets tricky here. your thinking might be creative, abstract, or nonlinear, but when you try to explain it, it doesn’t always come out clearly. people might misunderstand you or say you’re being vague, even when you feel like you're being real. sometimes, you avoid conflict by being indirect, or you say what others want to hear just to keep things peaceful. at worst, this can lead to misinformation or people not trusting what you say. on the flip side, you’re great at understanding nuance and reading between the lines. just make sure you’re not filling in blanks with wishful thinking.

♀ venus-neptune

relationships can be a blind spot. you want connection, but you’re more likely to fall for potential than reality. you might ignore red flags or put people on a pedestal without realizing it, especially when you’re emotionally invested. you crave a kind of closeness that feels deep and healing, but if you're not careful, that can turn into emotional codependency or chasing unavailable people. this aspect can also affect how you handle money or aesthetics. your taste might be refined or artistic, but decision-making can be inconsistent. clarity in love and finances is something you learn over time.

♂ mars-neptune

your drive and motivation aren’t consistent. some days you’re inspired, and other days it’s hard to even get started. you might avoid confrontation, not because you’re weak, but because direct conflict feels overwhelming or pointless to you. when you do act, it’s often based on emotion or instinct more than logic. that can make you seem spontaneous or unreliable. there’s also a chance of drifting into passivity, where you wait for motivation instead of building habits. the key here is figuring out what you truly care about so your actions aren’t just reactive or based on vague desires.

♃ jupiter-neptune

you tend to have big dreams or ideals, but following through on them isn’t always consistent. optimism can tip into unrealistic thinking, especially around beliefs, future goals, or trusting people too easily. you might take spiritual or philosophical ideas too far without grounding them in everyday experience. there’s a genuine desire to grow and understand the world, but sometimes you bypass hard truths in favor of feel-good narratives. learning to question your assumptions and stay critical helps you stay grounded, especially in areas of education, spirituality, or leadership.

♄ saturn-neptune

this aspect creates a push-pull between structure and surrender. on one hand, you crave stability; on the other, you fear rigidity or being boxed in. you might set unrealistic goals for yourself, then feel crushed when they don’t go as planned. or, you avoid responsibility altogether because the pressure feels unbearable. there can be a lot of guilt or self-doubt tied to your sense of discipline, as if no matter what you do, it’s never enough. this usually shows up in career, authority issues, or how you set boundaries. the lesson is learning to work steadily without losing touch with your values or reality.

♅ uranus-neptune

you’re drawn to unconventional or progressive ideas, but your sense of what’s real and what’s visionary can blur. sometimes you take risks without fully thinking them through because you get swept up in the excitement of change or rebellion. you might idealize freedom but struggle with stability. your thinking is innovative, but not always grounded. you tend to pick up trends or insights before others do, but you also need to check whether your ideas are actually useful or just sound good in theory. balance between creativity and practicality is key.

♇ pluto-neptune

you carry deep emotional intensity, but it’s not always expressed outwardly. there’s a tendency to internalize pain, or to be drawn to experiences that feel meaningful but also emotionally heavy. you might feel like you’re constantly in the process of healing or transforming, but the lines between trauma, fantasy, and truth can get blurry. you might romanticize suffering or avoid closure because you’re addicted to emotional depth. it’s not about being dramatic–it’s about learning to release what isn’t yours to carry. emotional clarity takes time and effort, but it’s worth it.

thanks for reading! <3 @s7my

[rotagnus]

what qualities does this person notice about you / what are you, in their mind ? --- 🪽

hiiii angel baby! i hope you're doing well. this reading will touch on what your most noticeable qualities are, to this specific person and others. these can be flaws, virtues...it all depends!

have fun--if it doesn't resonate, don't force it to. ask this about someone who knows you exist, guys...no celebrities. preferably someone you've at least talked to!!

pile 1.

this pile feels safe with you. they feel connected to you; whether this is imaginary or real, still significant. they think that you have a bleeding heart, transforming your sorrows into something beautiful. in their mind, you're an alchemist; everything pained that you touch eases, every pretty thing you kiss turns a thousand times more gorgeous. you're the moon; soft and steady, but also so open and full of light and love it makes them sick sometimes. they haven't really had a presence like you in their lives, and it makes them feel split open and oh so vulnerable, they don't know what to do with themselves. they're still stickin' by ya, though. they view you as someone strong, someone willing to fight for what they believe in despite any pain that may come along with it. they think you've been through heartbreaks before.

they think you have a very sweet way of seeing them. they think that you may be idealizing them a little bit, but this is mostly because they're insecure and hate being seen as something other than evil. you may be a bit of a silly goose and they think this quality is endearing, and a message for some specific people--be yourself. they like that. they ain't like it when you try to toughen up or be more 'cool' in front of them. they also think that you've propelled yourself forwards with them--this connection is evolving, in a constant state. they think that you're frantic and hate being slow and steady and patient. you're an amalgamation of qualities in their mind, but mostly? they think you're sweet. silly. outspoken, but calm.

i love you, pile 1! have a blooming day, angel baby <3

pile 2.

ahahahha they think that you're very open. you may be unabashedly yourself; for which i applaud you, and apparently so do they because they tend to struggle with being emotional and open without feeling like they have to hide back in their carapace again. they admire how caring and nurturing you are; you have a motherly quality in yourself and you may fuss over your friends in front of them, or maybe children or animals. either way, they think that you're worth having around--in their eyes, you're a pretty unique person. you may remind them of something or someone; maybe one of their parents, long gone in time, or their childhood home, the sweet scent of it forgotten except for when you come around. you have this way of being a steady, stable presence in their life. they admire this cyclical nature that you have; this may mean something else for each and every one of you. this may be a workplace connection you're asking about, or you may see them on certain days, not someone you see randomly. you have this deep hope for humanity, and they can see it in the glitter of your eyes.

you inspired them to change. this doesn't necessarily mean that you're a great presence in their mind and that you occupy each and every corner of their mind...but maybe they saw a quality of yours or a take that you had and thought, wow, maybe this would really make my life better. you may have given advice to them, and they've taken it, and suddenly their life turned sweeter, like vanilla tea. you may stick to this person subconsciously; clingy or following them around like a puppy, and they think this quality of yours is endearing, especially with how big your eyes get when they speak and you're looking at them.

i love you, pile 2! have an easy day, sweetheart <3

pile 3.

this person thinks that you're in a bit of a heavy spot right now. you've probably had a couple of sleepless nights recently, or had some hard times, and it's visible. that's my sign to tell you that first off, instead of scrolling through tumblr, you should go and rest, relax. i knowww you're probably like oh my god this reading isn't about that but i still mean it. take this to heart, because i didn't get a message like this for any other pile. anyways, onto the reading--most of you are more introverted, the black cat of your own little world. daydreamers, book-readers, gothic and lovers of all things dark, you guys truly stand out. you're also very eloquent and you phrase things in a special way. some of you may have accents, or may have some trouble with settling in or fitting in. this person sees you for all of those things. dark, dreary--but with a heart of gold. they think you're poetic and that you can teach them things, for you are more ahead of them in their eyes. they view you as this great, powerful thing--you are a force to be reckoned with, in their eyes, and that may make you a bit intimidating. they know that you curate every single part of yourself to fit a certain criteria, and they question whether this is your shell or the true muscle inside.

you're a very physically oriented person--some of you may either have good fashion and make sure you're dressed well, others may be sporty...your physical form and appearance are very critical in this reading. they think you have very unique features that manage to carry emotion in them, although sometimes you have a very vacant, blank look to you. all in all, i think this person has mostly observed you. i don't think they know you well enough to judge you deeply, frankly, but i think they wouldn't be opposed to the idea. please remember to rest!! i think that you'll have a clearer view of this yourself because you're very intuitive...but you need to come back to yourself before you can care about what others think of you.

i love you, pile 3! have a sweet day, darling <3

pile 4.

GUYS omg omg this person thinks you're so bright and optimistic it's contagious. i think you guys probably have a connection already--maybe friends or acquaintances. you're bubbly, sweet, and all of this is noticed by this particular person. they may be a bit scared for you and have had thoughts run through their mind of fear, because you're naive at times. you see the good in everyone--but not in yourself. they can sense you're a bit insecure with some aspects with yourself, with the way you speak and carry yourself. don't worry--this isn't noticeable by everyone, but this person is so attuned to everyone and they can see it. they had to walk on eggshells for a loooooong part of their life, which is why they can see that while you're happy-go-lucky, you're a bit wary and weak at times. they know you wanna be a good person, and you remind them of a fallen angel, a little bit, and they imagine you as a savior, they imagine that you imagine YOURSELF as this. they think you've struggled, but this can all just be in their head. they have a way of turning people they're fixated on into walking, talking tragedies--forgetting that people can heal and grow.

i don't think this person wishes evil for you, though! but they see how many different roles you've taken up. you may be rushing around all the time, trying to get things done, trying to heal and relapsing and being the smart one, the emotional one, and the brusque one all at the same time--they're not really sure which one of these facets is the real you, so they don't know what to believe. truly...they're as naive as you. they wanna believe that you're the idealized version of you that they have in their head. the real question is, are you? they're not sure what you really are. your job is to stand firm in your qualities. you're optimistic, maybe a little naive, but clever and quick...take pride in these aspects of yourself. they're noticed for a REA-SONNN baby. for a reason.

i love you, pile 4! have a soft day, baby <3

pile 5.

this person thinks you're a very fiery person, but also soft. one of the main memories they probably have of you is you speaking out against something wrong, or you holding your chest out, talking about something passionately with a big, dopey grin on your face. you may come off as argumentative even though all you're trying to do is make somebody see your side of the story. there's a very feline quality to you--you may have sharp eyes or angular features that this person notices, your movements are fluid and languid and you carry yourself with a certain level of respect, which they appreciate. they like the stark contrast between you two, they like having a circle that is different than them so they can learn from them. however, they can view you as someone less than them in a certain aspect; maybe they're a bit smarter than you in a certain subject, so this may be in college/a scholarly setting. however, they do see how emotionally wise you are, and they think that this contrast puts you guys on an even level.

they think that there's a certain luck around you. you speak words into the air and suddenly you have everything you want. you're a hard worker and they like this quality of yours, how you don't laze off and instead go get what you want. however, this person doesn't necessarily know your intentions--with them, or anyone else, so they're a bit wary of that. you don't speak about wishy washy things very easily, and you're not fond of gossiping, so they're kind of suspicious, because they know that they're on your mind, but they can't tell whether you like them or hate them or whatttt. you have a rbf, probably, and this may be scaring them off a little bit because you tend to look at them like you hate them, which is...noticed. do not fear!! they think you're pretty awesome and cool and their internal dialogue speaks about you often, but i would suggest being wary because this soul may not be as old as yours.

i love you, pile 5! have a great day, honey <3

pile 6.

first off, they think you're intimidating. you have a very heavy, very felt presence--but at the same time, you don't necessarily give people access to your energy very easily. you're a magnetic person, a bit messy and disarrayed at times, but that's where your charm lies, in how frazzled yet put-together you can be at once. you may stand out amongst your friend group...maybe you're the alternative one, or your features are different, but something about you stands out like a sore thumb but you carry this difference with pride. this person admires your willingness and your loyalty to stay next to whatever you find passion in--for most of you, they may have observed you with a close-knit group of friends, coworkers, family, et cetera. they notice how you seem to bloom when you're with the right thing; maybe you're good at doing your hobby and you flourish, it's like this physical glow washes over you and you perk up like a plant in sunlight. this person has always noticed you observing them--not just them, but everything else.

you don't think you're as observant as you are. you're very alluring, and mysterious, like a puzzle; which isn't necessarily a good thing because some people may see you as a problem they must solve. this person doesn't know you well enough to form a deep opinion of you. you're very slow to reveal all of your parts, to make sure that people don't stick with you just because of one quality; your looks, attitude, the way that you can change a bad day into a good one. you make sure that people are willing to stick with you through good and bad, and you carry this authenticity and genuine heart to you that's rare to see nowadays.

i love you, pile 6!! have a lovely day, dearest one <3

[pinkboaclub]

Sweet Thing [prequal blurb]

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. He asks you to be his date at a work party, but doesn’t realize how possessive he just may be.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: older!harry, angst then fluff, age gap (15 years), possessiveness, fem!reader

"Pretty dress for a pretty girl," Harry's voice came from the doorway.

You stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the fabric of your dress. The material clung to you in all the right ways. A swirl of nerves knotted in your stomach, making you second-guess your choice.

You glanced at him in the reflection, feeling a little unsure. "It’s not too much, is it?"

He moved closer, his footsteps light, his eyes never leaving you. "Not at all. You look perfect." His lips kissed your head as his hand gently rested on your shoulder.

Harry had invited you as his date to a work party he was hosting. You’d met a few of his colleagues in passing, but never like this, never as Harry’s date. The thought alone made your palms a little sweaty.

You adjusted your hair and gave yourself one last look in the mirror, making sure your makeup was just right. With a final spritz of perfume, you took a steadying breath and linked your arm with Harry’s. He gave a warm and reassuring smile and led you downstairs.

"Such a gentleman," you teased as he opened the front door for you and guided you into the passenger seat of his car.

He chuckled. "Someone has to be."

The drive was quiet but comforting. Harry was always at ease, making small talk about work, the city, anything to fill the space. When you arrived at the venue, he did the same, opening the car door with an easy grace before helping you step out onto the red carpeted walkway.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm with a charming grin.

You giggled and nodded, slipping your hand through his and walked into the party.

Once inside, the atmosphere was very shiny, polished, full of people wearing smiles that were just a little too perfect. The men shook hands, the women glided in their gowns, and everyone seemed to be in conversation for the sole purpose of making connections.

It wasn’t long before you were swept away by some of the wives, pulling you into their circle.

They didn’t waste any time with small talk, quickly asking you about Harry. "So, how long have you and Harry been dating?" one of them asked.

"Oh, we’re just friends."

The woman blinked at you in surprise. "Really? But you’ve…well, you’ve slept together, right?" She bluntly asked.

The question hit you like a splash of ice cold water. You shifted uncomfortably but kept your composure. "No, we haven’t."

Her eyebrows arched, and she let out a knowing laugh, that was almost condescending. "Well, you could have fooled me."

You had no idea how to respond. Before you could get any words out, another one of the wives chimed in, dragging the conversation in another direction.

Meanwhile, Harry was engaged in a conversation with Eric, a colleague of his.

"She's beautiful, Harry," Eric commented as he raised his glass, a smirk on his face. "How long have you two been together?"

Harry stiffened just the slightest bit before answering, without thinking, he lied, embellishing the truth. "A couple of months. But we’ve been friends for a while."

Eric raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the distinction. Harry wasn’t an idiot. He knew Eric had eyes on you, despite him being 50 and you being 23. He knew he had no right to interfere, he should have let you reject Eric yourself, but he couldn’t help it.

Later in the night, you found yourself conversing alone with Eric. He was charming and handsome, a silver fox, but something about him made you uneasy.

"You and Harry seem like a great couple," Eric remarked, a glint of something almost predatory in his eyes.

You laughed, trying to keep the conversation light. "Oh, we’re not a couple."

He blinked in surprise. "Really? Harry told me you two were dating.”

“Uh, no, we’re close friends, he asked me to be his date tonight.”

Well, if you’re single, can I get your number? I’d love to take you out." He pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in the dim lighting.

It wasn’t that you were actively avoiding relationships, but you certainly weren’t looking for one at the moment. Still, you didn’t want to make things uncomfortable, especially since you didn’t have the ‘I have a boyfriend’ excuse anymore.

"Sure," you said with a smile, though your body tensed up. You grabbed his phone, typing in your number.

From across the room, Harry’s eyes locked onto the scene. His face darkened, though he kept his distance, the line of his jaw tight.

The rest of the night felt like an endless loop of small talk, but something in Harry’s demeanor had shifted. He was quieter, more reserved around you, though he wasn’t outright rude. You noticed it, the way he was almost avoiding you, his answers shorter, less engaging. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as the night was already winding down.

"Not really in the mood to stay, bunny." he muttered in your ear, his voice tired.

You nodded. The drive back was silent, but the tension between you both was thick enough to feel like it was pressing against your chest.

"Harry," you began, hesitating, "Why did you tell Eric we’re dating?"

He didn’t immediately respond, his fingers tight on the steering wheel. "Are you really thinking about going with him?" he asked, his voice quiet, but his words sharp.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "I don’t know. He’s kind of cute. Do you have a problem with that?"

Harry’s gaze flickered to you for a moment, his lips curling into a tight, frustrated smile. "He’s too old for you," he muttered under his breath.

You didn’t bite back immediately, instead choosing to remind him, "We have a pretty big age gap, you know."

Harry’s eyes flashed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. "He’s 50, I’m 38. And he’s just trying to bone a 23-year-old before never talking to you again."

The words stung a bit, you felt a sharp pang in your chest. It wasn’t just the age comment, but the way he spoke about it…like you were some sort of object for Eric to claim and discard.

You were already pulling at the door handle by the time the car came to a stop in front of the house, your silence louder than any words. Without saying anything, you stepped out and headed inside, your heart thumping as you retreated to the bathroom to shower.

Harry immediately regretted his words, he had let his emotions get to him. He decided to wait outside the bathroom door, which was connected to his room, and wait for you so he could apologize. He sat on his bed quietly, replaying the words in his mind, guilt flowing through him.

After a few minutes, you emerged in your pajamas, your wet hair dripping slightly. Without a word, Harry pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your neck.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I just…I just feel protective of you. And I never meant to imply that Eric only sees you for your age and not how perfect you are, sweet thing."

You relaxed into his embrace, a soft smile tugging at your lips as his lips started to travel around your body. His kisses were gentle as they went down your face, across your cheeks, your forehead, then back to your neck, making you giggle and squirm.

"I forgive you," you whispered, your voice light, the tension finally slipping away. “And for the record, I wasn’t actually considering going on a date with him, you’re the only old man I want in my life.”

He laughed out, more guilt rushing through his body, thinking about how much he overreacted when you weren’t even being serious.

“I love you, sweet thing, I promise not to cock block you the next time you’re about to get some…even if the dick is old enough to be your father.”

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