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sweetteainthesummerx · 6 months ago

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (4)

In which Ollie and Aubrey's interaction is captured online

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notes: hey y'all! this is super slow burn but I promise its worth it :) Leave a comment ( I go feral for those) and ask to be added on the tag list if u please

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clip one: An iPhone camera captures a slightly grainy video of Aubrey Yang, wearing a newly given Ferrari cap, greeting Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux after the Monaco Grand Prix. She shakes his hand and gives her a hug in greeting. The three converse in rapid French, laughing once in a while. Ollie Bearman walks by mid-conversation, and Charles grabs his arm. The tall boy turns and sees Audrey, cheeks flushing visibly. Her back is now turned to the camera, but she waves and he smiles at her. The paddock is crowded and loud, but the camera shakily zooms in on the group. She shakes his hand, and he bends down to ask her something, speaking into her ear. She smiles and nods and he looks to his manager for something. His manager hands him his phone and he takes a selfie with her. He lifts his arm and she slides under it as he hands the phone to Charles. They both hold up peace signs, arms wrapped around the other. She offers him a hug as his manager calls him to leave to an interview. He returns it eagerly, bending down a little to hug her properly. Her hands loop under his arms to pat at his back gently, and his are wrapped around her waist. When they break, he says something again and waves as he leaves. Alexandra and Charles watch on with thoughtful looks on their faces.

clip two: Aubrey Yang, walking hand in hand with Lily Muni He as the two navigate through the paddock.

f1_09gossips Aubrey Yang seen in the paddocks yesterday!

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dudududumvp GUYS I SAW THEM and let me tell u ollie was fangirling

-- user1 hello???

-- dudududumvp yeah he was blushing and everything it was so cute

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aubreyyang Was an absolute privilege to film in my home city. WE LOVE YOU VANCOUVER 🇨🇦

White Jade Tiger is a project that is so close to my heart. As a second generation immigrant, this book meant so much to me as a child. Now, getting to play Jasmine and bring her story as well as thousands of others to life is an honour. Oh, and a Dallas pic to feed your soul :)

WHITE JADE TIGER OUT JANUARY 2025

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dallas_liu 🔥🔥🔥

user1 oh i didn't know she was canadian

-- aubreyyang born and bred, baby!

-- aubygfan1 OMG ILYSM

charlesleclerc felicitations!

-- aubreyyang merci! j'espère de vous voir (et Alex) à la première

-- f1wagsfvr damn everyones flocking to her insta she must be so lovely

-- dior.n.goodjohn trust me she is

-- user2 dior what r u doing here 😭

macecoronel congrats!

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WESTERN ASIA MEDIA PRESENTS

Dallas Liu and Aubrey Yang for White Jade Tiger

Western Asia Media Interviewer: Welcome, you guys!

Dallas Liu: Thanks for having us, man.

Aubrey Yang: It's so good to see you!

WAMI: It really is. Last time we saw you both, you were working on Crazy Rich Asians and Shang Chi respectively.

DL: laughs and shakes his head. Woah, that was actually so long ago.

AY: Don't, I feel old.

WASMI: Okay, so before we get started, we have a couple of personal questions... Aubrey, we didn't know you spoke French!

AY: Oh, that. I grew up speaking Canadian French at school, because it's mandatory in Canada. But actually, I've met some really good friends lately who are Monégasque, so my accent has been leaning towards there.

WASMI: Are these friends by any chance very famous motorsports racers?

AY: Yeah, Charles and Alex. They're both super cool.

WASMI: Onto you, Dallas...

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f1wags Ferrari rookie Ollie Bearman and model girlfriend, have allegedly broken up, according to sources.

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user1 NO WAY

bearmanheart MY CHANCE BRO

user2 aww they were cute

user3 rip

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olliebearman Monaco you never disappoint 🇲🇨 ❤️

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user1 i think him and Estelle actually did break up she hasnt been at any of the races for like weeks

-- user2 do uk why

-- user3 prob because shes so much older

charlesleclerc what are you doing partying 🤨

-- olliebearman sorry dad 😔

aubrie_yangfan WAIT IS THE BREAK UP CONFIRMED my Aubrey ollie pipeline might come tru

-- username5 ur actually delusional 😭

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midnightsnyx · 1 year ago

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girl at home | mat barzal | part 3

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

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Co-parenting with Mat is interesting to say the least. Although, you’re not sure if you can even classify it as co-parenting because Nora still has no idea who Mat really is. She just knows that he now tags along with the two of you most places you go and she’s thrilled. Her questions for him are endless, asking about anything from hockey to what living in New York is like. She’s always been inquisitive, but this is a whole new level, even for her.

You have mixed feelings about this because while you are happy that they’re getting along, you’re worried what will happen at the end of the summer when Mat has to return to New York. There’s no way you and Nora can follow him, and co-parenting between Vancouver and New York? Impossible.

You’re sitting with Mat, both of you watching Nora play with some other kids on the playground. He’s been quiet but you can tell there’s something on his mind. Even though it’s been eight years, you still know Mat like the back of your hand and you know when he’s trying to decide whether or not to bring something up. You’re curious though, so you bump your knee against his and raise an eyebrow when he turns to you.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask and he smiles sheepishly.

“I was wondering if I could see some baby pictures,” he says quietly, and then adds, “of Nora,” as if he needs to specify. You were wondering when he was going to ask because his parents and Liana have already asked to see and asked for copies of all the pictures. Mat has been a little more reserved about most of it though, not asking questions about your pregnancy or for pictures of Nora as everyone else had.

“Yeah, of course,” you tell him, pulling your phone out and adding him to the shared album that his family is already in.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and you watch him swipe through pictures, pausing at certain ones although you can’t see which. You’re a little nervous because there are ultrasound photos and pictures of you throughout your pregnancy. You don’t know how he’ll react, because he still hasn’t really expanded on his feelings about you not telling him about her other than what he said at the coffee shop. He’s spoken to his parents, you know that much from Liana, but he hasn’t said anything more to you.

“She looks like you,” he eventually says, “got your nose.”

“She has your eyes,” you counter and he smiles.

“Yeah,” he whispers and before he can say anything else, Nora plops down on the bench next to him and peers at his phone.

“Hey! That’s me!” she exclaims, pointing to the picture of her from Halloween last year.

“Really?” you pretend to be surprised, smiling when she rolls her eyes dramatically.

“Yes, mama. See? You said my eyes look like my dads.”

Mat tenses next to you. You’re sure he’s going to say something but instead he just smiles at Nora.

“They’re pretty nice eyes,” he agrees, ruffling her hair before she ducks out of his reach with a giggle.

“Mat, come push me on the swing!” she begs and he lets her pull him towards the swings without hesitation. You can’t help but grin at the pleased smile on Nora’s face and the way Mat does exactly what she wants without complaint. You know he would’ve definitely been the easygoing parent when Nora was younger and it makes you upset when you think too much about it because he should’ve been there for all her milestones and firsts. He should have been there when she crawled and then walked for the first time. He should have come with you when you dropped her off on her first day of Kindergarten and pretended he wasn't crying with you.

There are so many firsts that he should have been next to you and it’s slowly eating away at you because you took that away from him.But it was the right thing to do.

At least, that's what you tell yourself when you go to bed every night.

. . .

“So, how’s it going with Mat?” Jaxon asks, taking a sip of beer and giving you a knowing look. You regretted talking to Jax about your struggles the minute he started asking you the questions you didn’t want to hear. Your best friend is a little too observant sometimes and it always backfires.

“Fine,” you say shortly, staring into your wine glass. Nora is staying at your moms tonight, so you decided to invite your friend over, hoping to get some advice that would help you feel better instead of feeling like you’re being interrogated.

“Right,” he drawls, “that’s why you sent me a cryptic text and haven’t said anything else since “beer or wine?” right? I could be home with my boyfriend right now but you seemed like you were going to spiral and we all know exactly how that ends.”

“Things are fine,” you grumble. “He’s been absolutely perfect with her.”

“Alright, then what’s bothering you?”

“It’s just, I feel guilty, okay? Mat’s being better than I ever hoped to even think about and I feel like I shouldn’t have taken away his chance to be in her life before she was even born,” you say in one breath. “I keep thinking about the things he’s missed, and I feel like-”

Jax cuts you off before you can say anything else, holding up a hand. “Look, you did what you thought was best at the time. Was it necessarily fair? No. You can’t go back though, and you’re going to drive yourself insane if you keep thinking like this. You can’t change the past, but if he wants to be in her life now, and you’re okay with that, you need to make peace with your choices.”

Your shoulders deflate at his words, and you drink the remaining wine in your glass. He’s right about all of it and you hate that. You hate that he’s right and you hate that you can’t accept it.

“I need more wine,” you mumble, standing up and making your way to the kitchen. You don’t usually drink, definitely not since Nora, but you let yourself indulge every now and then. Besides, Jax has always been a bad influence.

You’ve just finished pouring the glass when there’s a knock on your door. You look at the time on the microwave and frown, unsure who would be knocking at eleven o’clock on a Friday night. If anything was wrong, your mom would have called and you don’t have many friends that would make a late night visit.

Abandoning your wine, you walk to the door and open it and come face to face with Mat who looks nervous and definitely like he would rather be anywhere but here.

“Uh, hey?” you say but it sounds more like a question. He doesn't seem to be drunk and you don’t know what else would warrant a late night drop in.

“Hey,” he says and just because you have the best luck, Jax decides that now is the right time to follow you to the door.

“Your phone is ringing, and it’s your mom,” he says, freezing when he sees Mat standing there. He looks uncomfortable, and when you turn to Mat, all you see is fury.

See, the problem is, despite nothing romantic going on between you and Jax, relationship talk wasn’t something that you and Mat had brought up. He didn’t bring up his girlfriend, and so far, nobody besides your mom has been around when Mat was with you and Nora. Also, throw in the fact that you’re sure Mat has no idea who Jax is, it’s easy to make assumptions.

“Nevermind,” Mat says shortly, “I’ll leave you to your night.”

You grab his wrist before he can leave, wanting to clear all this up even though it shouldn’t really matter if you were dating someone.

“Wait,” you say and he stops but keeps his back to you.

“Nora woke up and wants to talk to you,” Jax says, breaking the silence and you hesitate, not wanting Mat to leave but knowing you need to talk to your daughter. He seems to sense your dilemma, because he hands you your phone, slips his shoes on and squeezes past you and Mat, calling out "I'll call an uber”, before walking down the hallway of your apartment building.

You feel like an awful friend, and you’ll definitely be making it up to him but you pull Mat inside, shutting the door before holding the phone up to your ear.

“Nora?”

“No,” your mom says softly, “I’ll put her on now.”

You thank her quietly, waiting until you hear your daughter's voice. She’s sniffling, and tells you about the bad dream she had, asking if you can come pick her up. Your mom is trying to comfort her on the other line but it’s no use because she’s set on coming home.

You glance at your wine glass sitting on the counter and curse yourself because this is exactly why you try not to drink.

Mat, as if he is reading your thoughts, says “I’ll go pick her up and bring her here.”

He still looks irritated but his expression softened since he heard Nora. You wouldn’t take him up on his offer but you know how much your mom hates driving in the dark so you just nod, watching him shake his hand out of yours and your face heats up when you realize you hadn’t let go.

“Be back in twenty,” he says before leaving.

“Mat’s on his way to get you, sweetie,” you tell Nora. “He’ll pick you up and bring you straight home, okay?”

She sniffles again and says a quiet, “okay,” before presumably handing the phone back to your mom who you tell that Mat is going to pick her up. She doesn't say anything, but you know she wants to. You realize she probably thinks that he was here with you and your instinct is to correct her but you don’t bother. You thank her and apologize, before bidding goodbye with a promise to let her know when Nora and Mat make it back home.

You clean up while you’re waiting, dump your glass of wine down the sink and start making the couch up so Mat can just sleep here instead of going all the way back to his house after making the trip to pick Nora up.

It’s not long before you hear the door open and close quietly and you look to see Mat carrying a sleeping Nora inside.

“She fell asleep on the drive here,” he explains. “Didn’t want to wake her.”

You nod, pointing him in the direction of her room before sitting on the couch waiting until he comes back. You want to have whatever conversation the two of you need to have even though you know it won’t be a good one.

He’s quiet when he walks into the living room and hesitates before sitting on the couch next to you. You both sit in silence for a minute until you sigh, dropping your head into your hands.

“Jax is a friend,” you mumble. “But even if he wasn’t, you have no place being mad about it.”

“I wasn’t mad,” he argues, “I was caught off guard. I didn’t know you were dating because you hadn’t brought it up.”

“I’m not dating,” you repeat and he sighs.

“I know.”

Another minute of silence before you raise your head and look at him.

“What about you? What happened to your girlfriend?” you ask, even though you know she left.

He shrugs, “she left. Said she wanted no part in raising a child. Not that she would have had any place in Nora’s life if I had a say.”

“Of course you have a say,” you say.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You forget sometimes how good looking he is and it’s probably the alcohol that makes your brain fuzzy but all of a sudden, you just miss him. It’s not just physical attraction either, you can’t help but remember how considerate, loving and caring he was when you dated. You were both young, but it always felt like the two of you would be together forever even though you always knew in the back of your mind that he would have to leave one day and you wouldn’t be able to follow him.

Despite doing your best to forget about him, to get over him the past eight years, the love you felt for him never went away.

“Do you ever think about us? About what could’ve been?” you ask quietly.

“Always,” he says gently with a softness in his eyes that you’ve only seen directed towards Nora since he came back into your life.

“Me too,” you whisper.

He hesitates before lifting a hand and brushing a piece of loose hair that’s fallen in front of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His hand lingers for a moment, fingertips just barely brushing against your cheek. Your eyes close and you let yourself have this one moment, one minute where you can imagine that you’re seventeen again, laying on your bed with Mat’s arms holding you, whispering empty promises about forever to each other. Just kids in love, thinking forever was possible.

But you’ll never be those kids again.

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 5 months ago

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Vampire's Kiss | Chapter Three

Pairing | Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 4,4k

Warnings | +18, trouble for MC is not over, use of a dating app to look for someone, Jungkook is absolutely cute and sexy, kisses, fluff

⤷ Summary | Humans have finally unveiled and accepted the centuries-old existence of vampires, in a modern world people share their lives with these peculiar and mysterious creatures, but it is not all roses.

Will two souls belonging to such different species be able to be together?

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! ❤️

I apologize to all of you who have waited so long for chapter third to arrive, I'm really sorry, but life has been really hectic and I'm also working on many other stories, so I hope you enjoy the chapter now 😭💕

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You're going to kill Park Jimin.

It's been a whole week since that party and you're still spinning in your head his words, which had the effect of making you even more depressed.

“In truth ... they specifically told me that they don't believe our relationship, they will only believe it when we go to their house for lunch.”

The idea of spending time with them again haunts you, Jimin had said one evening. One.

Yet, you still have to help him, because his parents did not see passion from both of you, you were blatantly fake in their opinion.

Well, kudos to Father and Mother Park, you certainly don't lack the nose like bloodhounds!

But why at their home of all places? Are they going to secretly feed you to their servants? You shudder just thinking about it. They are certainly up to something, Jimin repeats to you that you should stay calm, but it is easy for him to talk. You are nothing to them, just a dirt stain on their perfect son's shirt.

You must be eliminated somehow.

But the worst thing about all those days spent thinking and agonizing between you and you is the wrong idea that Jungkook may have gotten about you.

Shit, he's just a guy you met briefly at a party, so why can't you get him out of your head?

You always think back to the way he held you close, to his cautious and sweet look whenever he tried a more direct approach with you... and there they are, the damn butterflies! They don't leave you alone for a moment, your wormy little brain even dares to loop back his last words, before Jimin cursed Park ruined the atmosphere.

You roll over on the bed hugging your faithful stuffed animal you've been carrying around since childhood, gazing into his inane black eyes, you sigh.

“What should I do, Little Sunshine?” but the teddy bear, predictably, does not answer you.

He has left without deigning you another glance, perhaps seeing you there with Jimin he must have thought of who knows what, they know each other and must know of your best friend's reputation as a womanizer.

You violently plant a hand in your face, long ago to fuck Jimin it was enough to be his acquaintance, it wasn't necessary to get up to girlfriend status, you may have said Jimin is just a friend ... but in someone else's eyes there may still be a possibility that the two of you are some sort of fuck buddies.

Besides, why else would a human like you willingly accompany a vampire like Jimin?

You feel like screaming like crazy, you don't just do it because you sense your phone ringing in the darkness of the room.

You try to compose yourself, imagining it was a business call, but it turns out to belong to your best friend.

You stare at the phone screen with tears in your eyes almost.

<<Ellen!>> you shout, on the other side your friend whines, <<My sweetest Ellen! You called at just the right time>>.

<<You scream like that again and I'll block the phone in your face!>>.

You ignore her empty threat and begin to tell her what happened with Jimin and about the meeting with Jungkook, omitting nothing. By the end of the explanation you are out of breath and your eyes are glazed over, why do you have to feel that way about a stranger? What is happening to you.

<<Let me understand... Jimin asked you to be his fake girlfriend and this Jungkook, whom you described as more handsome than a normal vampire, flirted with you for at least half an hour or so and then left offended?>>.

You frown, <<He didn't flirt with me! He was just being nice...>>.

You hear a laugh stifled on the other end of the line, <<I used to say the same about Shawn and look at him now, chained to me in the sacred bond of marriage>> a smile escapes you… actually it doesn't sound bad.

<<What should I do?>> you ask more to yourself than to her.

<<Uhm... you said he works with Seokjin, right? Isn't Seokjin the creator of Vampire's Kiss? Maybe he's on that site too, try looking for him... and maybe contact him, they even created a very convenient app!>> you widen your eyes. Sure! That could work...

<<But what if he doesn't want to hear from me? I mean, he didn't leave on the best of terms, surely he must have thought of something strange>>.

<<Take your balls out and look for him! You said you felt something different next to him, right? Don't let such an opportunity pass you by, what you felt doesn't happen to everyone ... and for your sanity and mine too, put your mind at rest once and for all>>.

You nod, she has a point, then you hear her stifle a shriek.

<<Wait a minute! ... You said that just looking at him turned you on-!>> you close the call in half a second, redder than a tomato! There, that thing you might as well have avoided revealing it to her, even if it simply slipped out of your mouth without realizing it ... such a thing has never happened to you, neither with humans nor with vampires, that was a detail as embarrassing as it was surprising.

You make a decision and install Vampire's Kiss on your cell phone, the app's simple and intuitive screen allows you to enter your account right away, go to the purple heart with the magnifying glass and search for Jeon Jungkook.

The results are immediate and the search leads you to no less than five users, but only one is the one that immediately hits you like a bouquet of soft flowers in the middle of your face.

He is right there, posing for a photo taken in the middle of a summer day, not at all concerned about possible sunburn, and you smile instinctively at his caption, which is short and absolutely adorable.

So your impression was right, this is a good guy. You zoom in on the photo and look admiringly at the sunlight softly shining on him, he is also smiling and without thinking about it you take a screenshot, do you look crazy? Probably yes, but your chest tightens at the idea of not being able to see him every day.

It's really crazy... it's just a stranger.

But you and this stranger have one thing in common. The two of you are desperate for love, to the point of signing up for a dating site to find it, your finger trembling, undecided whether to press your purple heart to follow him and thus engage in conversation with him or just drop everything and move on from your lightning-fast meeting at the party.

You turn off the phone with a sigh. Even if you wanted to try, you are nothing compared to him. You would only have wasted his precious time.

“But seeing you there, under the moonlight, I-”

You shake your head violently, it's no use daydreaming, he didn't even finish the sentence. That only indicates one thing, that it was not meant for you two to continue the acquaintance, period.

Suddenly an annoying noise starts from your stomach, you cast a glance at the time -- 2:11 p.m., you haven't even had lunch and there is nothing edible in the fridge, in short, the typical life of a single career woman. But below the house there are several small stores open 24 hours a day that sell noodles and allow you to cook them immediately after purchase. Yes, you would have graciously taken advantage of their services, that is also the beauty of living in Korea, every place becomes home.

You turn on the light and look around for your shoes, heedless of the eyes burning at the sudden impact.

Next mission: don't starve.

You look thoughtfully at the shelf stuffed with packages of noodles, there are all flavors and colors, but maybe you'll have to buy some instant cook rice too to satiate your stomach more, and speaking of your stomach, you hear it growling once again.

Ungrateful, why doesn't it give you time to think?

You grab a packet of spicy chicken-flavored noodles on the fly, then reconsider -- better two.

Excited to eat, you jump merrily without looking over your shoulder, like the clueless fool that you are, you feel your head collide with something sharp and immediately see the stars in the middle of the convenience store, a stifled moan escapes your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut trying to chase that pain away, being interrupted by another unexpected moan of distress.

You turn back to the source and notice a boy behind you, head down, you can just make out a wonderful mass of dark, wavy hair.

You blanch, your own flushes of pain sidelined. Did you hurt him? Medical bills are fucking expensive.

"I-I'm sorry! Did I hurt you very much? I didn't want to, believe me."

The boy makes a strange noise, as if he has suddenly held his breath, then slowly his head rises and you find yourself going wide-eyed.

In front of you Jungkook in casual clothes and a jacket far larger than his own size is holding his chin with one hand.

“Gosh, you knocked me out,” he chuckles with difficulty, removes his hand and you see a red spot take shape on that area of smooth, soft skin, “I didn't think I'd find you here....”

You're frozen, you can't utter a single word, the only thing that assures you you're still alive is the slow pulsing of the bump on your head, but is this guy made of granite or what? A very sexy granite, of that there is no doubt.

"I didn't... I didn't think so either” for the simple fact that not even twenty minutes earlier you looked him up on a dating app, then clandestinely saved his picture like a poor desperate spinster.

"Are you okay? I think you were the one who got the hardest hit,” he asks worriedly, out of the corner of your eye you notice how his hand tries to rise, but he instantly lowers it, you gloss over the incident by waving yours away.

"No, absolutely! I'm fine, I'm so sorry, I'm stupid,” you mutter to yourself, feeling guilty.

You see him looking around carefully, “I'll get you some ice, wait here!” not even time to tell him to let it go, it vanishes in an instant.

You lower your eyes to the packages of noodles, “This happened because I never buy real food, right?”

You both find yourselves so seated face to face in front of the convenience store, you're uncomfortably pressing ice on what appears to be quite a bloody good bump. Jungkook just stares at you with that innocent look on his face, is he seriously a vampire?

You take the floor, trying to fill that uncomfortable silence, deliberately ignoring the palpitations of your heart, “Does it still hurt?” you point to his chin, which seems to have returned to normal coloring, in fact he denies it.

“It's okay, for us vampires pain is momentary, we heal quickly.”

Okay, now what?

There, meeting him was not some kind of miracle, but a curse.

"Um... you look different, I mean... with these clothes you look normal, no wait! I mean you look great even without clothes, No! T-those elegant clothes! But you look fabulous even like this, really!” you stumble over your own words and god, you want to hole up in some dirty hole on top of a remote mountain. You look great without clothes, really?!

“Hey, hey, don't worry, you look very good in your normal clothes too,” he smiles amused, then changes his expression, “Did you have a good time at the party when I left? I apologize for how I left you, I don't usually go to parties and I don't know how to behave,” he explains, his voice sounds colorless, different from the sweet voice he used before and even during your first meeting.

Something has been bothering him and you even know what it is, or at least you think so. You shouldn't worry about it, but you like him and want to clear it up.

You take a breath, “Jungkook, I don't know what you thought seeing me there with Jimin, but I assure you we're just friends, there's no romantic or ... well, sexual interest,” you just want to calm him down, but evidently your words have the opposite effect, because he whitens starting to gasp.

“Oh god, I made you feel like a lowlife, didn't I?” he puts his hands to his face shaking his head, “I'm just an idiot, you don't have to pay attention to me,” he complains with his forehead pressed against the surface of the table.

"You didn't make me feel like a lowlife! I just wanted to make it clear that I didn't lie to you, I was really there to accompany Jimin” maybe it's best not to specify the plan that brought you there that night.

But the boy continues to shake his head, at times in despair, “I never thought you had lied to me or anything...” he raises his eyes to you fearfully, “I was just... disappointed, your knight for the evening had returned and my company therefore no longer needed, that's it, I was disappointed and envious,” he chuckles exasperatedly, most likely at himself.

You feel the same pleasant grip on your heart as a smile makes its way across your features. Should you tell him?

Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all, you would have loved him even in case of rejection, he seems like a really good person.

“I'd like to tell you a secret...” you start by saying and immediately come back with a straight back, in his eyes you can glimpse ill-concealed curiosity, “I too felt disappointed... my real knight left that night, leaving me with one of his underlings,” you sigh sadly.

“That knight may have felt he was in over his head in that situation,” he says embarrassed, but you shake your head.

“He shouldn't have left me there, it's his duty to make sure I'm okay!” you don't know where all that courage came from, you just feel it's the right thing to do.

He tilts his head to the side, biting his lower lip with what you identify as a canine, the soft scarlet skin drooping under his pressure, but not tearing. Images and thoughts of what he could have done to you with those luscious lips of his leap into your head, adding to all the erotic dreams you've had over the past few nights, they always knocked treacherously, but you let them in willingly.

“Even this knight has a secret to confess” he leans toward you, enough to breathe your own air just inches away, you remain in awe of his deep irises, where you catch a vermilion flash, “Wasn't the moon beautiful that night” you begin to cough because of your own saliva, you didn't expect such a statement, not from someone like him toward someone like you. You beautiful? Is he really saying that? The darkness must have been to blame, the moon cannot be darkened by a mere human, he must have seen wrong.

But wait… vampires see in the dark as nocturnal predators, don't they?

A grin from him surprises you and you also understand the motivation behind it, after all, the rush of excitement your body undergoes is not ignorable. Now you also have confirmation that vampires perfectly sense a person's emotional and physical changes.

You try to compose yourself, bringing a lock of your hair behind your ear, he remains firm in his position.

“I like you, I've done nothing but think about you, do I have a chance?” his bluntness amazes you in no small part, he is showing much more courage than any other man who would have gone around us instead.

You swallow, not knowing what exactly to answer, so you try with resolving one of your doubts, “Y-You know I'm human, right?”

It seems a silly thing to ask, but it's very important to you that he knows what he's getting into, you two have different rhythms and abilities, you don't want him to feel stuck in a relationship too different from the ones he was used to with women of his own kind.

But his eyes soften, you feel you can also calm down.

“Of course, I knew right away...the sound of your heart beating is something I couldn't give up, your skin is warm and it warms mine,” he takes your hand between his, the ice falling to the ground from your shock. Doesn't he care about that? “Can we at least try?”

In that instant you realize that you cannot give up on him so easily, you nod contentedly as your eyes glaze over, incredulous that such a thing could have happened to you.

From that moment you continued to go out every day, especially at night hours, as he wrote in his profile on Vampire's Kiss, he loves to take walks under the dark sky and he also took his dog, Bam, with him from time to time. You, who usually prefer cats, found no difficulty in falling in love with that handsome, hyperactive dog, so similar to his daddy in both physique and character.

You and Jungkook are now hand in hand at the seashore, neither of you speaking, simply listening to the sound of the waves calmly crashing on the shoreline.

You see him lying comfortably on the sand, heedless of the grains that go to hide in every fold of his comfortable clothes, without much thought you follow his example.

It is nice to gaze at the stars like that, but turning your head in his direction you find yourself thinking that the best show is there by your side.

Unlike you, he has never looked away from you, you have literally found the boy of your dreams, “What is it?” you ask with a laugh in your voice, he doesn't answer right away, settling on his side.

“I feel a little confused,” he replies, frowning a little worriedly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I love this beach at night, but the only thing I can think about is you next to me, it's a little confusing to me, now whenever I come here without you, I'm sure I'll be thinking about you nonstop.”

You watch his face engulfed in darkness, yet you can make out the brightness of his eyes; he is a nocturnal predator, you lift yourself up on one arm to get a better look at him.

“Who says you'll come back here without me?”

He inhales sharply, “Don't say such things, don't make promises you can't keep, baby,” he hisses an inch from your face, he has never called you that. Sometimes you forget that he is an adult vampire, much older than you. You like being called that by him, with Jimin it's a game... with Jungkook it's something more intimate.

"Why, Jungkook... Have I been giving you a lot to think about these days?” you are literally talking on his lips, clenching a fistful of sand tightly, the urge to kiss him is becoming more and more pressing, but he shakes his head, pulling away suddenly.

“You always make me think a lot of things, but no ... you don't have anything to do with it, it's just that all my relationships have ended one way,” he laughs without humor, “That is, with a broken heart, mine. It's funny coming from a vampire who doesn't have a heart, isn't it? Or at least, not as alive as you humans',” he explains with a look up at the sky. No, you can't believe it, it's impossible that there is someone who can leave such a boy.

"Are you so convinced that this will also apply with me? If that's really the case, then why have we come to this point?” if he believes it will end badly, why the hell did he invite you on all these dates?

He shrugs, “I've never dated a human girl, I look good with you! I would never say otherwise, but...."

Sighing, “You're afraid,” you finish for him, “But you know what? I have never dated a vampire guy, yet I want to give myself and him a chance, even if it ends badly, with him now I want to think it will be okay."

Silence falls between you, you return with your back to the sand, unsure of what just happened.

Perhaps you have both gone too far in such a short time? Oh... maybe he wants more space for himself, that's why he talked about going to the beach alone, your lips begin to tremble.

“Jungkook... maybe I'd better go home,” you murmur, rising slightly again in search of your bag and shoes, but a hand on your arm stops you instantly.

"What? Why?” he stares at you like a lost puppy, unable to understand your intentions.

“Maybe I rushed you too much, I'm sorry,” you try to wriggle your arm still in his grip, but all you get from it is an imprecation from him that makes your eyes go wide, he has never cursed in front of you, and before you can say anything to him you see his figure descend entirely on you, just like the vampires in the old movies, with only one difference, at that moment he is not interested in your blood.

His moist lips make contact with yours without hesitation, you accept them willingly using your free arm to anchor yourself to his blemish-free neck, you close your eyelids inhaling his wonderful scent, crushing his weight on you as if your very life depended on it, he lets you do it by filling your lips with numerous small kisses in the mold, your heart threatens to melt under all that tenderness and you note with happiness the softness of his lips that taste like cherries, not resisting you lightly grasp a flap of his lower lip between your teeth, savoring it on your tongue.

His shoulders shake and he releases your arm from his grip so you can sink a hand into your hair, this encourages you to do the same with his, enjoying his little moan. Jungkook with an extra bit of resourcefulness deepens the kiss, tapping his tongue against the seam of your lips, which you open willingly to his passage.

You kiss him as you've never kissed in your life, in your chest a soft warmth pushes to bring you to accept him in his entirety, your eyes moisten from that almost suffocating instinct, it has an effect on you that you can't even imagine. It scares you a little, but that is bearable if it means keeping his taste alive on your lips.

He separates from you slowly, “I've been dying to do this,” he whispers an inch from your noses, you take a big breath.

“So it's okay?” you whisper, you don't want barriers between you two, it's hard enough to accept the fact that you are not yet an actual couple.

He brings his head to your chest, resting his ear exactly over your beating heart, then nods.

“I think I've lost hope, every woman I've had wanted different things from me, mainly money and sex, then there were the ones who wanted to own me in everything... I've just come to a dead end after all these years, it's not easy for me to open up now.”

Gently you stroke those locks from which only a sweet floral scent comes, “Jimin said you never attend parties like that.”

“It's not easy for me to stand by and watch couples who are doing much better than me,”he look up with huge eyes, almost as if you want to express something very obvious, “I'm a very envious guy, you know?” you burst out laughing, sounding like a child, and lean slightly toward him to print a tender kiss on the tip of his nose.

He looks surprised and awkward for a moment, then returns to hide his expression.

“I'm talking seriously, and you go and do things like that,” he mumbles, shrugging.

“You're so cute,” you whine, he lets out a grunt.

“A little human talking like that to a vampire much older than she is.”

A question mark the size of a house makes room in your mind, “I've been wondering this for a while... how old are you?”

You hear him smiling at you.

“S.e.c.r.e.t,” he punctuates nicely, before lifting himself up on his arms and planting another soft kiss on you, “I'll tell you my age, if we're good together.”

You arch an eyebrow, “On Vampire's Kiss you wrote twenty-five, so I already know how old you are,” you say in an offended tone.

He shakes his head, “Twenty-five years I've been living in Seoul, baby.... We vampires tend to fake our age so as not to scare you humans."

Oh dear. He always has an answer for everything!

“All right, how long would you be willing to make me wait?” he clearly pretends to think about it, his expression too theatrical, but you let him. You find that side of him really adorable and would never try to change it in any way.

“A hundred days, a hundred days and you'll know who you've decided to spend your life with,” he chuckles, wrinkling his nose, nodding in agreement.

“A hundred days.”

You both don't know each other very well yet, but already hearing him say such a sentence sent your heart to heaven, and the butterflies in your stomach to a valley in bloom.

How much more can you like Jeon Jungkook?

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months ago

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: angst, murder by magic, MoC!angst

Summary: If you’re going to have to feed the Mark, may as well use people no one is going to miss. Bad people. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean go to Dr. Strange in hopes that they have a plan to remove the Mark from you sooner rather than later.

Past, Present, and Future Masterlist

Square Filled: bargain (mcuxspn crossover) for @fandombingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

When Dean bore the curse of the Mark, he suppressed everything he was feeling until it got too much for him. It’s what killed him. He let his anger get the better of him which was his downfall. The Mark turned him into a ruthless monster that needed to be stopped. Even after he was free of it, the aftereffects lingered for years to come.

Not you. You’re different.

You can’t die so the Mark can’t function how it’s supposed to. You have to feed it if you don’t want it to corrupt you, but you still have what you call your humanity. You’re not human but you like to think by spending time with humans, you have grown to think and be like them. It’s killing you to think about hurting people, but the Mark has a hold over your mind.

It’s like you're locked inside your mind and forced to watch yourself consume energy which kills the humans you take it from. There’s nothing you can do to stop it, so you have a choice to make. You can allow it to go after everyone it sees, or you can control the kind of people it wants you to kill. If you’re going to be consuming souls, may as well consume bad ones.

There’s one person you know that deals with the most evil kinds of humans, so that’s where you go. You leave New York through a portal and step right into Virginia where the BAU is. You walk into the BAU and straight to the elevators, causing the receptionist to jump into action.

“Ma’am! You can’t go back there without an appointment.” You keep walking and ignore her words. “Ma’am! Stop!”

You look at her and narrow your eyes at her computer. You don’t want to hurt her even though everything in your body is telling you to. No, only bad people! Instead of hurting her, you use your powers on her desk computer. It shorts out and explodes in a cloud of smoke. She screams at the noise and jumps back from the desk but the damage is done. She’s scared and she doesn’t dare stand in your way.

“Do not get in my way.”

You step onto the elevator and head to the third floor where the BAU offices are. The place is busy for a Friday but you don’t care about anyone in that office except for one. Spencer is the only person you have ever been in contact with at this place, so he’s the only one who will be able to help you. Spencer is talking to JJ when you walk through the glass double doors but he hasn’t noticed you yet.

In fact, no one has.

He laughs at something she said and looks around the room until he locks eyes with you. His smile immediately drops and his entire body goes rigid. The last time you two talked, it didn’t exactly go well. He was scared of you when you asked him to look into where Sam was and he’s scared now. You walk over to him and ignore the looks you’re getting from JJ.

“I need bad guys.”

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?”

“Spence, who is this?” JJ asks.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, ignoring his friend.

“I came across something powerful and I decided to embrace it instead of running from it. However, I need to keep it satisfied which means I need souls, bad souls, like the ones you hunt. So, give me what I want and I won’t hurt you.”

“Seriously, Spence, who is she?” JJ asks. “Should I get Hotch?”

You look at JJ with a deadly glare.

“Take one step and I’ll kill you without blinking.”

“Excuse me?”

“Y/N, stop it,” Spencer says.

“Give me a list of everyone you’re hunting. I will take care of it for you. Think of me as your personal maid. I’ll take out the trash for you,” you smile not-so-sweetly.

“Should I call Dean or Dr. Strange?”

To show just how much you’re not joking, you grab JJ and put her in front of you like a human shield. She tries to move but you grip her arms tightly and allow your powers to suck out some energy, de-aging her by two years. By now, other people have noticed you three and have stopped to stare but you don’t care about them. You’ll kill every last one of them if you have to.

“All it takes is one touch from me and she turns to dust. Do you want that? Her death will be on your hands.”

“Spencer,” she whimpers.

“Fine. I’ll get it for you. Just don’t hurt her.”

“I’m waiting. I’ll keep her company until you return.”

Spencer has no choice but to leave you two alone and goes to Hotch to get that information.

“I have a husband and a son. Please don’t kill me,” she begs.

You want to cry. You want to let her go. You want to hide away from everyone so you don’t have to hurt them but the Mark won’t let you. Spencer comes back with papers in his hands which he hands over to you. You shove JJ into Spencer now that you’ve got what you want. Hotch comes out of his office and is about to order everyone to turn their weapons on you, but you create a portal right in the middle of the bullpen. You smirk at Hotch before stepping through it, entering another state in a different timezone.

The first person on your list is hiding out in an abandoned town not far from where you landed, and you walk all the way over there. Nothing this man does will stop you from entering this place and taking his life. He stole a portable grill to cook some food which is what he’s doing when you bust the door down.

“Hey! What the fuck?!”

You walk over to him and grab a rusted knife that’s sitting on a table. The man doesn’t have any time to get away before you’re plunging the knife into his gut. He cries out and shoves you away, stumbling back into the rotting stove.

“Who the fuck… What…?”

“It really isn’t personal,” you say.

Your powers cause his wound to fester and get an infection, and he cries out in pain. You don’t stop until the flesh around it rotting away with the wound until there is no life left in the man. You soak up every bit of energy and trauma you’ve just caused before turning and leaving the house.

Onto the next.

The more you kill, the more you feel better, and that’s all you want. You just want to feel better.

You might have said you can handle it but Dean has been worried since you told him to go back to Lebanon. He tried to focus on hunting but you’re all that he can think about, especially when he got a call from Spencer Reid with the BAU. Hunting will have to wait since you need his help now before you get past the part of no saving.

“Come again?” Stephen asks after hearing what Sam and Dean said.

“Look, you need to help her. She might say she’s fine and can handle it but I know the Mark personally. She’s not fine.”

“Thank you for your concern but I can take it from here.”

“Sir?” All three men look at one of the sorcerer’s apprentices. “She’s gone.”

“What?”

“The glass is shattered. She’s gone.”

“Shit,” Stephen curses.

“Look, we all need this off her but the second you remove it, God and Amara will be released. It’ll be the end of the world as you know it, like a Thanos-level threat. Maybe worse,” Dean sighs.

“I’ve been working on a spell to contain the mark, but it’s at Kamar Taj. Wong is helping me.”

“Will it save her?”

“Let’s hope it does. A corrupted Time Stone won‘t be good for anyone.”

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heyybaejjk · 10 months ago

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 3

pairings: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: Sione's gone, David's gone, and even Kiuga is gone. But Miguel isn't, and neither is Manaia. Just great.

warnings/notes: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ONE ❤️

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Soft fingers played with his hair, the other hand trailing up and down the nape of his neck. "How bad do you want to kiss me, Migs?" A smooth, yet raspy voice spoke.

Miguel could only look down at Manaia with tired eyes, yearning to feel more of her. He was tired of holding back, tired of his feelings being ignored for his ego to show. But now. Now, he has a chance.

"So bad, you don't even know."

She pushed him on the chest lightly enough for him to sit down, sitting on his lap as she cups his face.

"Prove it," she comments with a teasing voice, one of her fingers twirling around a curl.

Leading his hands to rest on her waist, only for him to press them on her back causing her to move forward. Right there at that moment, he felt bliss as her soft lips met his.

Nothing could ever ruin this moment he's dreamt about.

*buzz buzz*

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER (HOT ASS) MOTHER I MISS YOU

mahi_sniffer: pls respond i miss you

mahi_sniffer: miguelllllllllll

bololicker: too busy on fufuhour, he doesnt wanna talk to us 😣

aluaigioukae: @M.Ohara_99 your missus was asking where you've been when we were walking home

"For fuck's sake," Miguel could never take a peaceful nap with these idiots, he should have known better. Annoyed at the ruined dream that he wished escalated quicker, he put his phone on silent.

Remembering the last text sent on his phone, he sighed heavily. He knows his friends are mutual with Manaia, mainly because their parents were friends with hers from way back when.

Despite this fact, he never found himself trying to engage with her. At all.

During classes when Sione would ask if she wanted to sit with them, Miguel would get up and sit across the room, opposite of her. Or during a break, if he was playing tackle footy and she was watching while sitting down on the bench with one of his main friends, he stops playing in case he fumbles the ball and embarrasses himself. What was worse was the walk back home after school.

If they weren't going to the mall for a feed with him or going to his house to hangout, they were most definitely walking home with her as they all lived a street next to each other. The walk together would be deadly awkward to the point where Sione would walk Manaia home himself, leaving Miguel and the two other boys.

"Ow! Fuck bro, okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Miguel can hear the stupid whines Sione projects across the room. He lifts his head up, seeing Manaia swat the Tongan boy with a rolled up textbook, "I swear, bro mum's soul, I won't say it again."

"Good," she says while smiling innocently, unrolling her book and returning to write her notes. "Cunt," Sione whispered, causing her to glare at him.

"You should just go kiss him, I swear."

"You should just do your work, stupid."

'Who was it exactly that they were talking about?' Miguel thought. It for sure couldn't be that Seth guy from weeks ago, he was her ex. Was it himself? Was it the guy sitting next to him?

"Sione, I swear if you don't shut your mouth-"

mahi_sniffer: guys not be a mood wrecker but i had to go home early, i know yall are gonna miss me but its okay 💔💔

mahi_sniffer: i forgot to turn off the iron this morning and my mum saw it lying on my bed, it was face down as well 😞

mahi_sniffer: pray for me guys

aluaigioukae: no one really fucking cares

mahi_sniffer: you didn't even come school today you have NO say

bololicker: I had to leave early too, my mum wants me to clean the house before we go airport and pick up my cousins

mahi_sniffer: aww no one really asked 🥹

bololicker: die

aluaigioukae: did naia go school?

mahi_sniffer: yeah

aluaigioukae: and miguel too?

mahi_sniffer: yur

bololicker: and ur not there?

mahi_sniffer: yuh

bololicker: ...

mahi_sniffer: oh

mahi_sniffer: OH OH

M.Ohara_2099: You left me alone, you idiot

"Hey Miguel, have you seen Sione? He wasn't in English last period."

It was already too late for his text to register as he looks up from his phone, seeing Manaia standing in front of him smiling shyly. She wore a high bun, along with a pink and yellow sei that matched her cute, yellow shoes. She had gotten a lip piercing recently, and it drove Miguel crazy.

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. He texted me saying he had to go home early."

He watches as she rolls her eyes while chuckling, "That egg probably left the iron on, I keep reminding him every time we're on the phone."

This causes Miguel to raise an eyebrow, not noticing himself smiling down at her as she talks to herself.

"I was hoping he'd walk me home, but it's fine," He watches as she began to walk away from him with a saddened expression. "I'll see you on Monday, Miguel." He hears her say with a soft voice.

His friends weren't there to encourage him into talking to her like they normally would. His mother was at work so he had no excuse to rush home, and not walk up to Manaia to strike up a conversation. He didn't see her talk to her ugly ass ex at all today.

This is his one chance, and he could not afford to miss it.

"I can walk you home, Manaia." Miguel calls out, turning around to meet with her back. She stopped walking, turning around to face him.

"O-only if you're okay with that, of course," He stutters, "And I know Sione doesn't like you walking alone with other schools nearby finishing as well, he knows you get uncomfortable walking around others you don't know much about." He attempts to make a poor excuse which she smiles softly at.

Miguel feels his face grow hot at the sight of her looking him up and down, "That's very cute of you to do, Miguel. I'd be happy if you walked with me."

It had been a long, silent walk, but it was calming. Well, to Manaia at least. Miguel had both his hands in his pockets, not wanting to accidentally touch the girl beside him if his hands were to flare out.

"You know, I was bummed out when I couldn't see you after the whole Multicultural event. I wanted to see you, Migs."

Hearing this, Miguel fidgets nervously, clenching his sweaty palms to relax his racing heart. If only she knew how much of an effect she had on him just by saying a few words. But there was this thing; she was always genuine. He knew that she was telling no lie, and it made him crazy.

Based on how other girls approached him, it wasn't the best way to get into his closed-off heart. He remembers how bold people can be, but it just made him uncomfortable knowing they'd just try to get into his pants. Some people were deaf to the word no a lot of the time.

"Uh- yeah, had to.. get home, emergency," he tells Manaia, stuttering uncontrollably and lying through his teeth.

Miguel watches as her nod, "I kind of wished to see you there. But I hope everything at home is okay," she looks up at him, catching him off guard at the sudden eye contact. His face heats up as she smiles at him warmly.

"So what are you listening to?" He asks, using an excuse to avoid her longing gaze.

In his peripheral vision, he sees her hand offering an ear bud. "You're close enough with Sione to not get it right," He looks down at Manaia, he waits for her to continue, her moist lips tempting his curiosity badly. Just how exactly would they feel against his own?

"If you guess right, you'll get a surprise when you drop me to my house." The crescendo of her sultry voice chimes in, her eyes looking into his as she gave him a cute smile, waving the earbud in his face. As he puts the bud in, he feels the side of her arm touch his. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Sorry, I just don't want to move far away and accidentally pull the bud out of your ear. I shared with Sione one time, and trust me when I tell you how much it hurts," laughing at the stupid memory with her best friend. Fondly smiling at her thoughtful thinking, he inches closer as well, arms brushing against each other.

He paid no mind to the contact.

That's what Manaia was thinking.

The volume raises slightly, she gave a toothy grin at his animated-like thinking pose, one hand on his chin as he pretend to thinks as he hears her small laugh.

"It's definitely Hey Girl by Fiji,' He answers, looking at Manaia expectantly, heartstrings being pulled as he sees her face glow in endearment.

"You even said the artist, that's very cute of you, Miguel," Manaia's quick to compliment him as if it was nothing, sending him into an internal coma. Trying his best not to let his mouth form into a shy smile, he mumbles a quick thank you, to which she giggle at once again.

The two of them continued their walk, they had to come to a stop as she saw the walkway leading to the small stairs of her front door. Looking at the empty driveway, she let out a sigh of relief. Both of the teenagers walk up to the door. Despite this, Miguel finds himself in relief as she doesn't say her goodbyes yet.

"I'm still sorry for the long walk," she says with an upset tone, an apologetic smile on her face. "It's fine, really. Plus, going to the gym isn't going to help me by itself if I'm not walking at least an hour a day," He winks playfully, his crossed arms that were up against his chest brought into a trance. Muscular arms seeped through the material of his shirt.

"You're an egg sometimes, just like Sione," she stiffled a laugh, jokingly pushing his shoulder, a bit harder than expected as she leaned forward, her sei falling out.

Miguel bends down and picks it up, softly pulling her closer by the arm, placing the fake flower back in position. All the while she looked up at him, flattering her eyelashes up at him trying to ignore the close feeling of his body against hers. The promximity sent a rush of heat to her face. "Don't want to ruin that pretty hair of yours," he smiles down at her.

His words replaying and looping around in her head, she couldn't resist asking the taller boy in front of her.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Miguel looks at Manaia, face heated from the straightforward question, he coughs, "Maybe.." She tilts her head teasingly, glossy lips form into a cute smile, as well as her eyes.. God, those eyes. Miguel couldn't help but think back to the dream from last night. The way her lips moulded perfectly against his, giving him a teasing look right after. The same look she was giving him now.

He shakes his head lightly before chuckling, "Now, where was that surprise you were talking about early, huh?"

"Come closer," her hand reaches up to hold his face, now standing on her tippy toes to get closer.

This is it. Miguel thinks to himself happily.

"Who are you?" a small voice pops out.

The both of them look at the door. There stood a little boy, hair ruffled as well as his strained looking eyes.

"Junior, what have I told you about when I'm talking to people?" She tells him off with a motherly tone as if telling off her own child, her hand long gone from his heated cheek. Turning her focus back to Miguel, "I, uh, as much as I want to invite you inside, my mum will be home soon, Miguel," And that was true.

"That's fine," he says to her, looking her in the eyes.

She turns her head down to her brother, nodding her head for him to get inside as the both of them talked, and that he does.

"I'll see you on Monday," Manaia quickly cup his cheek, kissing just beside his mouth, missing his cheek completely as he moved his head. He shakes his head while blushing, watching Manaia swiftly wave and run into her house giggling.

bololicker: bro its been 3 hours, wheres sione

aluaigioukae: got his phone taken off him 😿😿

bololicker: AWUI SHAME

aluaigioukae: nah but wheres that chromebook he stole from skl? 👀

bololicker: AS IF HE WOULD USE THE CHROMEBOOK TO TEXT US

bololicker: he made fun of me when i was texting my missus on it

aluaigioukae: 💀💀💀

aluaigioukae: anyway..

alugioukae: has miguel texted you? havent heard from him for a few hours

M.Ohara_99: I just got home, I'm here.

bololicker: MY BRETHREN.

aluaigioukae: are you okay? doesnt take you that long to get home before

M.Ohara_99: I'm fine, thank you for asking.

M.Ohara_99 is typing

Miguel stops typing, should he tell them he walked Manaia home? No. They'll make fun of him, for sure. But if he tells them, they can give him advice on how to get closer to her as well. They are close to her, more than he is. Sadly, he thinks.

Ah, fuck it.

M.Ohara_99: I walked Manaia home

2 users are typing

aluaigioukae: AINGGGGGGGGGGGGG

bololicker: SLURP SLURP OUAAAAAAAAAA

aluaigioukae: DID YOU.. YKKKKK???

"I fucking knew it," He says to himself.

M.Ohara_99: David, Kiuga, please

M.Ohara_99: I just walked her home, that was all

alugioukae: wait nah we need to hear how youre saying it 👀 you might be smiling and kicking your dick around n all

bololicker: awui

aluaigioukae has started a voice chat!

2 others are on voice chat! - join | decline

Miguel groans into his pillow, "Fucks sake."

"David, why do we have to call? I was perfect with texting you," he says immediately after pressing the green join option. He glares at the little screen, showing David grinning at him, Kiuga's screen remained off while his microphone stayed on.

At least Kiuga was normal about it, Miguel thinks.

"HOW WAS IT, MATE?" Kiuga screams through his microphone.

Nevermind.

Turning on his camera, Miguel props his phone against his headboard and lays on his pillow. "I told you, nothing else. I just walked her home..." He trails off, looking away from the camera.

"So you both didn't kiss?" David asks, raising his brow line.

Miguel coughs and chokes on air, looking up at the ceiling.

"No. We didn't kiss."

"Liar, liar, my dick is on fucking fire, Miguel. Naia told us she tried to go for the cheek but your freaky ass was trying to get some tongue in there," Kiuga yells through his microphone dramatically, the pitch of his voice heightening through every line.

Miguel groans again into his pillow, "So you both knew but asked anyway? I'm embarrassed right now," ruffling his hair aggressively.

David breaks into laughter, "She told us straight away. Okay but don't tell her I told you," He says in a bit of a serious tone, a playful aura still lingering, "But she felt embarrassed when you moved your face, she was rambling on about it on the phone before you texted. She was even more embarrassed when her brother saw you at the front door."

"He was a cute kid, but he ruined the moment," Miguel says bluntly.

"Did the kid have a gap tooth or?" Kiuga says causing David to laugh. Miguel thinks to himself before nodding. "He did."

"I fucking love that sibling, her other siblings are so ass."

"Have I met any of them?" Miguel curiously asks.

"Uh," David trails off, scratching the back off his neck, "do you remember that guy who started a brawl at the mall last year? In the food court?"

"The guy who stole my fucking burrito from Mad Mex to throw at someone's head!? The burrito I paid for that was $20?!" Miguel yells through his mic, louder than needed as his mother opens his door, peeking her head in.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

He snaps his head toward the door, nodding aggressively, "Uh huh."

His mother leaves, giving an awkward smile.

"Yeah that was him. And the other two girls that were behind him are her sisters. They're all in their twenties, but they don't live with Manaia and Junior" Kiuga informs Miguel, whose mouth is wide open as well as his eyes.

"Fuck's sake."

"Yeah well, better not fuck around with her or else her junkie ass siblings will come for you," David jokes.

Miguel sighs, taking off his jumper, revealing his tone arms and shoulders. His riled up self felt heat rush through his body. It was bad enough the AC in his room was broken.

"Well, I would never do that. All I know is that I like her, but I don't know if she likes me back," the heart broken boy says, a slight pout settling on his lips.

"Be for real, Migs," Kiuga teases. The nickname only sounded good when it came out of her mouth. Only hers. "And don't give me that 'Oh, she's just being nice' type bullshit. I give David a little kiss on the cheek when I drop him off home-"

"Wow, okay bye." David says, leaving the call.

Miguel rolls his eyes as Kiuga laughs out loud. "All I see is denial. Try talking to her more. I'll give you her username before I go sleep, I'll see you Monday." The boy finally says before leaving the call.

Miguel lets the silence in his room embrace him. A few minutes go by and all he can do is think about her. And maybe the dream. He remembers how she looked down at him in the dream, and sat in his lap. With just one touch, she already had him on his knees.

As for today, all she did was look up at him, and he felt his knees buck and his breath hitch. Fuck.

*buzz buzz*

aluaigioukae: @manaiafepuleai 😉😉 heres her @

aluaigioukae: make sure theres no cookie calls ;))

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sollattes · 1 year ago

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HnL boys dates !!

note: the bold dialogues are the boys, and you're the italics

Hanaoka fujio: amusement Park dates

-since fujio is a hyperactive puppy, he is literally gonna ride every attraction in the amusement Park

-gonna eat every amusement Park food with you

-he is so down to wear matching hairbands with you

-might protect you from the haunted house if he doesn't run away

-you literally have to hold his hand firmly so he'll stay by your side and won't run off somewhere, then get lost

"Babe, let's ride that - NO! wait, let's taste that first WAIT!-

"Fujio, calm down"

Tsukasa takajo: cafe hopping dates

-the one who orders 8 shot of expresso in his americano

-can't hide his smile every time you would feed him a piece of your dessert

-secretly taking candid photos of you in every cafe that you go in then sets it as his wallpaper

-let's you ramble your heart out. He likes listening to your voice anyway

-he prefers to sit beside you than to sit in front of you, so this way he can play with your hands easily

"Hey tsu, how do you like your coffee?" "I like it as black as my soul." "I'm gonna get you a French vanilla instead." "wait-"

Todoroki yosuke: library dates

-two of you are like a book club but two people that meets up every Friday to tell the other about the book/s you read the past week, and todo likes that very much

-you would buy a bunch of books for the other and for yourselves then after finishing the books you both bought you would then switch in the meet up

-now, if you're reading but studying or doing an assignment instead, todoroki would love to help you do it

-would let you drag him into any book isles you want

-adores the comfy silence that the both of you have every time the two of you would get too lost in the books you were reading

"The first book is shit ngl." "I agree, but the second book is tolerable, though."

Ueda sachio: painting dates

-since sachio is a sucker for being domestic af, he would love to display proudly the mugs or bowls that you painted around his house

-and if someone asks him about him, he would gladly show it off and boast that his s/o painted it for him

-of course, he too would paint you mugs and bowls, and he would paint it with designs or colour that remind you of him

-his stomach would be full of butterflies every time he would see you use the mugs or bowls that he painted, or he would see you flaunt it to others that he made it for you

-he would imagine domestic mornings with you drinking coffee/tea from the matching mugs you both made for each other(the thought makes him giggly and kick his feet)

"I painted your favourite flowers." "I painted you as a duck chio^^"

Sawamura shoji: baking dates

-flirts with you the whole time but acts like he's doesn't know that he's doing it

-is a sucker for doing clichés with you in the in he kitchen like back-hugging you while mixing something, tying your apron for you, putting up your for you, etc...

-smears frosting on you, then makes out with you with the excuse he's "just cleaning you" up

-his favourite part of the while baking process is when he two of you would be washing the dishes while cake is baking in the oven, like sachio doing something domestic with you makes him fold

-makes bomb ass coffee/tea drinks for the cake

"I like the cake, but I prefer your cake anytime." "excuse me-"

Odajima yuken: shopping dates

-goes to 12 different stores with you and you will not leave without buying something

-YOU.WILL.NEVER.PAY.FOR.ANY.THING. You? paying for something? Over yuken's rich, hot, gorgeous dead body

-will buy you everything you try on or you say that looks good

-if he tries something on or look at something the you say "it looks good on him" or "it'll look good on him" he would definitely buy 10 different versions of that clothing item

-Ice cream after the whole shopping trip is ESS.EN.TIAL.

"Your ass looks too good in that. Don't buy that." "That is a... very confusing comment yu"

Shoji sameoka: late night drives

-already has a playlist for your late night escapes playing in his car

-hums along or sings along to every song in the playlist with you, while his hand would tap the steering wheel to the beat, and the other would be holding your hand

-buys some snacks and let's you feed him while his driving

-admires how beautiful you look while the blind is blowing your hair

-your destination would be the beach. He would just love to lay in the sand with you while the breeze caresses your faces slowly, and the waves would slowly mix into music that would play from his phone

"Why are you looking at me like that, sho?" "Because I would rather admire you than the stars"

Nakagoshi ooki: music shop dates

-serenades you with a guitar, he randomly picked up

-he has like a bunch of songs dedicated to you already, and if you ask, he would play them for you

-he would stop and just listen if he hears singing or humming along to the song that was playing in the shop

-loves it when you would design/draw on his picks

-he would buy all the songs you recommended to him

"My music taste is your face." "ooki, as much as sweet, that is, I really don't get it"

Tsuji: skateboard Park dates

-now, this could go two ways, but let's go with if you don't know how to skate

-would be very protective of you while teaching you, he would never let you go so you wouldn't trip

-but if you do trip while learning and get like scratch, wound, or a bruise from it, he would immediately start acting as if it's the end of world

-and if you just wanna watch to avoid that whole fiasco of tripping, tsuji would show off and do some extra tricks in front of you

-while walking home from the park, the wo of you would make stops and random food trucks you see on the road, and of course you guys would buy some, then continue walking while eating the food you bought

"We are never skateboarding again." "it was just a small scratch tsuji"

Shibaman: arcade dates

-his immediate goal would be to win that giant bear that you can only get via tickets, for you

-fails miserably at the claw machine a million times before admitting defeat

-the both of you ATE THE WHOLE PLACE on that just dance machine

-you lowkey beat his ass at those shooting games, but he did redeem himself in the basketball games

-at the end of day Shiba did not win you that giant Teddy bear but still you got a cute but smaller stuff toy, Shiba swears(on smokey's grave) that he will win you that giant Teddy bear

"I swear on all my ancestors' grave that I will win you that bear, babe." "Shiba its okay-" "NO ITS NOT" "oml-"

Tags: @simpforchuchu

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aquarius-cookie-jar · 1 year ago

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So about that Cookie Run MLP au

(click to see the clearer pictures.)

I've basically tried to come up with lore and stuff. If you can't read what's on the images, don't worry, I'll expand more on my thoughts here:

(side-note, it's gonna be a long one)

White Lily Cookie

Before I talk about her, here's some random changeling lore I made up. Woodland changelings are the ones who feed on the love of other creatures by draining it from them. Basically the more hostile, fae-esque creatures. Prismatic changelings are those who don't drain love from others, but instead feed on love through mutual sharing with one another. My goal with them is to make them sorta like faeries. Yanno, the baby snatcher ones vs the nice disney-esque ones. They can transform into either one if say, they're able to form a strong bond with someone else or if they lack a strong connection and have no one to share love with.

Btw, this isn't related to mlp canon, it's just something I made up.

So anyway, White Lily was a young woodland changeling who, while she didn't (often) drain love from other people, she was still pretty lonely and ostrisized by her peers (probably due to her lily scent). She transforms into a prismatic changeling after making a strong bond with Pure Vanilla, who declared how he'll always care for her, changeling (either form) or not.

Ngl, I'm not that happy with her woodland form, mainly because it just feels less changeling-like. I based her off Queen Chrysalis, but still, the only reason I have for this, is that, she's like a queen bee. She's just born that way. She just never took the throne like the rest of her friends.

In her younger years, White Lily often transformed into a pony disguise (even after meeting PV and leaving the academy) because she still felt like it was necessary. Girl was bullied in her tweens, leave her be. (Also, by now, she's become a prismatic changeling.) Eventually, she did drop her disguise, and was relieved to know the other 3 didn't hate her. Dark Cacao even commented about how he prefers her true form.

Her soul-jam form is basically her just becoming more queen bee like, (similar to how Queen Chrysalis was bigger and taller compared to the rest of the hive. She's the queen!)

Pure Vanilla Cookie

Not much to say other than he was a unicorn who became an alicorn as the years passed and he gained his soul jam.

I dunno if I wanted his magic to be blue or yellow. I think I prefer yellow, but his soul jam is blue, and I wanted it to sorta match. Hmm.

He also has terrible eyesight, and relies on his staff to see. However, the drawside to this is that what the staff sees, is what he sees. And boy, his staff can be a bit sassy sometimes, rolling its eye and glancing down at him to judge him at times. It was especially so in his younger years. But he's comfortable with or without the staff's sight. I should mention, he does get to decide if he wants to see what his staff sees or not.

Btw, if this take is seen as ablelist in any shape or way, please let me know, and I will correct it if it is. The whole 'staff sees for PV' is a popular headcanon which I just roll with, but if it makes people uncomfortable, I understand and will revise it.

Hollyberry Cookie

Not much to say other than she was an earth pony who gained wings, magic, and super strength.

Compared to the others, she rarely ever uses her magic/wings unless absolutely needed to. It just feels quite off for her, yanno? Though, she does take advantage of her enhanced strength, agility, and stamina.

Out of everyone, she took the longest to figure out how to fly, not because she was scared, but because it felt very off to control these brand new appendages that just appear on your back whenever you use the souljam's magic to the fullest.

Her design is the most straight-forward out of everyone tbh.

Dark Cacao Cookie

He's a kirin, which are basically dragon-like ponies, and I headcanon him to be part dragon, so it works out.

For his Nirik form, I drew inspiration for how berserk Cacao looked, all whispy and spirit-like.

I was debating on whether or not I wanted to give him wings, but in the end, I realized that it would make his design feel too cluttered. So instead, I drew inspiration from east asian dragons, and how they don't need wings to fly. Dark Cacao can summon clouds and gallop across the winds instead, which I think looks really cool.

Kirin's are depicted with this lion's mane, but I didn't feel like it would fit Cacao, mainly because he's got a lot going on at this point (the armor, for one) and idk, I just couldn't fit it, unless I redesign his entire wardrobe, which I don't want to do.

About the White Lily thing I mentioned earlier, I said how Cacao prefers seeing Lily as a changeling, rather than in a disguise, because (at the time) he thought he was the only non-pony creature on the team, and it was reassuring to him that he wasn't the odd one out. Golden Cheese was the last one to officially join the band.

Golden Cheese Cookie

Head of a pony, body of a lion, wings like a hawk's. Yep, she's a sphinx.

I know she looks more cat-like here, but idk, I just really liked it, so I stuck with it.

Out of everyone, she was the one who had the most trouble with magic, mainly because she's kinda the most scatterbrained. But once she got the hang of it, she really liked using it.

Can I just say, she's definitely the most elegant looking one out of the bunch, and I'm glad that I was able to translate it well. (Or at least, I think I was.)

That took a lot longer than expected. But hey, this au is just for fun.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #cookie run kingdom fanart #my little cookies #pure vanilla cookie #pony town #golden cheese cookie #hollyberry cookie #mlp au #🌌🖌️#🌌📝#this all started in pony town #then immediately spiraled into this #lol

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eyeofhurakana · 1 year ago

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Holy crap... Nearly all the fluff fics hit 100 notes. Wow…

Thanks so much, everyone! Honestly, I’m pretty stunned. I just got back from vacation and this was a very pleasant thing to come back home to. Plus all the comments and reblogs were fantastic to read. XD Ya’ll are a great bunch and I’m happy to be here.

Soooo it’s that time again~! Response time!

From Last Week's Responses

@avast-me-alien XD You are so funny. Oh my gosh. And thank you for your words! I’m super happy to hear that my writing helps sate that Sampo Koski Itch. I am delighted to make even more as this game carries on.

About Tag Lists

@avast-me-alien Absolutely! I will ensure that you are well-fed, fellow Sampo admirer.

@https-jjessica Ahhhhhh... I want to tag you but Tumblr won't let me. What in the world...? And thank you so much for the compliment! *swells with happiness* Now if I can just figure out how to tag you... Do you have another tag that I can use to notify you? (I get the feeling that Tumblr will magically work after this posts, but just in case... if it doesn't tag you, then let me know. I'll do my best to fix it on my end.)

From Chapter 2 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together”

@mleegi Thank you!! Plus, bless your kind soul for your patience. I am still rehashing the final chapter. I’m so darn picky. I’m sure it’ll come to me soon enough. It’s gotta have the Koski flare before I give it the green light to post. =D

@rebeccawinters I’m so happy to hear that! Ahhhh! I hope the final chapter meets expectations. Thanks so much!

From Chapter 1 of “Unlike Fiction”

@baby-lisuga I will! I'll make a post for everyone being tagged when I get the chance!

@rebeccawinters Daaaang. The keyboard spazz response is always a great compliment. XD I’m glad you are enjoying him.

@haliyamori YEAH. I KNOW. I’m the one writing this and even I’M MAD. Tsk tsk, Gepard. TSK TSK.

From Chapter 2 of “Unlike Fiction”

@lunasun Oh my god. I know, right? I gotta make a mini blurb where the reader just squeezes his exposed hip, catching him by surprise. Oh, and about getting kidnapped… Honestly, any time spent with Sampo is time well spent. Worth it.

As for why the reader isn’t with him anymore… Well, that’ll get explained soon enough. But I’ll be nice and drop a hint. “What does Gepard have that Sampo does not?” If you can answer that, that’s pretty much the reason.

@hansel-the-pierrot Yessss. I always love hearing these comments. He’s so perfect. This is why I can’t stop writing him. XD UGH. He’s just so much fun. The fact that he’s so easygoing is great.

@eugeeneshwed No problem! I gladly contribute to the Koski cause and feed my fellow Sampo admirers. Heavens know that ya’ll need it.

@https-jjessica For real. I was just doing single pulls on the regular warp and was stunned when he came home again. Now he’s eternally in my party. That DoT is no joke.

@rebeccawinters *spazzes* Ahhhhh! Three comments!!! This is like getting a 5 star in one pull with no pity! Oh my gosh! Thank you!! I’m so glad you like him as well as the fic! It’s such an honor to make people obsessed. XD It truly is. As for having a tag list, I'm working on it and I'll definitely have you added on. I'll make a separate post for it too so everyone can see where they stand on the list. And oh my god, you are such an amazing fan. Being blog-stalked for updates is like... the ultimate compliment. <3 I can't stop feeling so giddy now. Thank you very much for this.

@helloyuki Awww. Of course. I’m glad you liked it. =D

@worriedvision Awwwwww!! Thank you for the endorsement! Whoo! Definitely got a smile out of me.

XD AHHH! I thought the same thing! But that’s what makes him wonderful, eh? Always keepin’ us on our toes.

Me too. Ugh. This man won’t leave my head. Though I bemoan this with an endearing tone, of course.

Anywho, thanks so much to everyone that commented, reblogged, or even just remembered to poke that little heart button. Seriously, you're all wonderful and I hope that we can all run around HSR's universe with E6 Sampo Koskis.

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ahdriking · 2 years ago

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Deep fic question.

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

But I'll add to this too. What is the best encouragement for you? What feeds your soul the most around writing? (If that's too much don't answer, might be too personal!!)

Punchy!! My love!!!

Other than all interactions/engagements/feedback from the amazing @kissporsche, who, once again, is my Reason for Being and the motivation/inspiration behind QUITE A LOT of my writing tbh (she is officially my Muse) then I've gotta say the best reactions/engagements come from the discord! I get so excited whenever I post a new chapter of blue blood to have people @ me and scream at me 😂 there's nothing more gratifying, honestly.

The best encouragement you ask?? Honestly, it's the feedback. It's the little notes kissporsche leaves in the google docs on her favourite lines, it's the long form comments that point out their top moments or hypothesise about the future of the fic, it's the fic rec lists I get tagged in, the mentions on twitter, the dozens of little reactions on discord, the asks on tumblr, the dm's, the notes. Knowing that my story is reaching people and affecting them, that makes me want to write. Knowing my story is meeting and smashing peoples expectations, knowing it's amongst their favourites, knowing that people think about it constantly or talk about it amongst their friends, that gives me a drive to keep going and do even better. I want to be the best of the best, I want to exceed my own expectations, I want to be known for my work, and every little bit of feedback adds to that pile of motivation to do bigger, better, more. I write for the sake of it, for the enjoyment of it, and I always will- but there's something special about the validation of feedback that lights a fire under my ass. The quickest way to my heart? A long comment 😂

Ask me something deep!

#ahdris asks

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camplofi · 1 year ago

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BSOTS 178 - Creative Commons Gems From Public Enemy And Nikki Giovanni

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This episode's track list (title / artist / source / license):

1. Old Futuro Blues by Yoko Absorbing [Free Music Archive] (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0)

2. Zo0o0o0p!!! feat. Oddisee by Kidkanevil [Bandcamp] (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0)

3. All I Know (Featuring Big Remo and The Hamiltones) by Wals [blocSonic] (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)

4. Dance of Contradictions by Isak Gaines [Bandcamp] (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0)

5. Ridiculous Love (wetSkin Hot Summer ReMix) by Niki J Crawford [Jamendo] (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0)

6. In The Spirit Of Martin by Nikki Giovanni [Free Music Archive] (CC-BY-NC-SA 3.0)

7. Get Up Stand Up (Featuring Brother Ali) by Public Enemy [blocSonic] (CC-BY-NC 3.0)

Looking back over the last ten shows for the BSOTS podcast feed, eight of them featured at least one Creative Commons licensed tune. Even after more than 15 years of podcasting, the CC music landscape still feels like largely uncharted territory for me, which is probably why I've felt the need to dig through the online crates to see what I can find. In addition, I've been listening to prior BSOTS episodes from over a decade ago, revisiting the music that I have played on the show and taking note of the songs that still sound great to me so that I can reintroduce them on future episodes. This show marks Camp Lo-Fi's long overdue return to the feed and is where my CC music appreciation agenda kicks into high gear. The seven songs featured are a mix of tunes from prior BSOTS episodes alongside selections receiving their first spins, cutting across genre and released between 2009 and 2023.

The blocSonic netlabel opened my eyes and ears to the world of CC licensed music. It was through their netBloc series of compilations that I was introduced to a network of artists and online labels, most of it (if not all) available to freely download and share. The blocSonic offerings in this episode are courtesy of last year's album from Wals and a stellar cut from Public Enemy (as heard on netBloc vol. 44), featuring the always on-point lyricism of Chuck D and special guest Brother Ali. Another notable hip-hop moment is "Zo0o0o0p!!!," the brief but absolutely banging cut from Kidkanevil featuring Oddisee, a ridiculously talented emcee and producer whose music I've been championing on this show for well over a decade. Isak Gaines moves us into the unpredictable and experimental side of jazz with "Dance Of Contradictions," a song that sonically lives up to its title. A bouncy yet broken groove for the first half of the song gives way to a beatless abyss of sound effects and saxophone screeches before bringing the hammer down with a distorted bass line and a defiant horn section.

Niki J Crawford's "Ridiculous Love" was an unexpected surprise that I stumbled upon over on Jamendo, a sultry soul offering made all the more seductive with the wetSkin Hot Summer ReMix. It's percussion heavy with a slight Brazilian influence and a breezy shuffle topped with acoustic guitar strums and Niki's powerhouse vocals. Yoko Absorbing's "Old Futuro Blues" is a short, sweet, and somewhat off-kilter cut that lives in repeated moments of loops, locked grooves, and live instrumentation. And there's probably no better example of the sonic treasures waiting to be discovered over at the Free Music Archive than live recordings of legendary poet Nikki Giovanni. "In The Spirit Of Martin" is her ode to not only the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., but to the struggle and perseverance of the Civil Rights movement as a whole.

If you're Creative Commons curious but have been unsure where to start looking, hopefully episodes like these can demystify this world of music one song at a time. Thank you so much for listening.

Other key info: Theme music produced by Cy Tru and edited by Macedonia. ID drop courtesy of DarrenKeith.

The content of this show has been released under a CC-BY-SA license. All works within this show retain their original releases. See the show notes at bsots.com for more information.

Another BSOTS podcast episode for the people...

#BSOTS #podcasts #music #hip-hop #soul #funk #jazz #electronic

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midnightsnyx · 2 years ago

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what if i told you (i love you) part 2 - joel miller

pairing: joel miller!fem reader

chapter summary: when joel and ellie's stay turns out to be longer than expected, you have to figure out how you're going to deal with having him around. word count: 1.9k warnings: insinuated smut, angst, mentions of death, mentions of abortion, little bit of fluff(?), and ellie being a cool big sister! let me know if i missed anything please. also this isn't edited lol sorry authors note: GUYS!!!! WHAT THE HECK! thank you all so so so much from the very bottom of my heart for all the love on the story. comments, reblogs, and likes feed my angsty writing soul <3 y'all are the best! please take caution to the warnings for this chapter and read safely <3 if anyone wants to send thoughts, suggestions ect, here is my ask box. and lastly, if you want to be added to my tag list please fill out this super short form here <3 oh one more thing! I know last chapter was in past tense but I hate writing that unless I’m doing flashbacks so from now on, it’s all present tense unless I do a flashback

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Boston 2018

The first time you could blame it on the bad liquor. The second time, you could say it was the adrenaline from nearly getting killed by a pack of clickers but the third time you found yourself underneath Joel Miller, there was nobody to blame but yourself. You’d been working with him and Tess for a couple years and always thought the two of them were together. However, while on a supply run with just Tess about a year after you met them, you discovered that while there was an initial attraction, things were strictly business between them. You really had no plans to deal with the man further than supply runs and trades but after you had a taste of what could be, you didn’t want to go without.

You knew that things weren’t exclusive and never would be. It was simply a way for the both of you to blow off steam in this shitty world so after you missed your period not once, but twice, you realized that things might be more complicated than you had planned. Approaching Joel about the situation was not something you were looking forward to so you confided in Tess, who after scolding you, said you had two options. She knew a person who “took care of these problems” and could get your situation resolved with little to no damage or you could do what she thought was unfair, and bring a new life into the world that had become so cruel, most didn’t want to live anyway. You weighed your options for about a week, avoiding Joel whenever he tried to get you alone because all you wanted to do was blurt out that you were pregnant to get it off your chest but somehow, you knew how he would react.

Everybody had lost someone during the outbreak and although it was never confirmed by Joel, you knew he’d lost a child. Somewhere inside you, there was a small hope that maybe this tiny little life inside you could help fill some of the void but it was smashed when you eventually told him.

His cold expression and cold words were hurtful but not unexpected.

“How could you be so careless?”

You’d argued with him for over an hour, the whole “it takes two to tangle” argument but eventually you had enough and told him if he wanted nothing to do with it, this was the time because you weren’t going to wait around forever. So when his last words to you were “leave”, you decided then and there that you were done with Joel Miller. You’d waited a few weeks after Tess asked you to even though you knew that he wouldn’t come around. The day you left, you said goodbye to Tess, telling her where you planned to go and told her if Joel asked about you, not to tell him anything. If you could help it, you planned to never see Joel again.

Jackson, Wyoming 2023

Much to your dismay, Joel is at the dining hall the next morning. He’s sitting with Tommy and Ellie but you can feel his eyes on you while you watch Jack eat his breakfast. It’s like a repeat of yesterday, only this time you’re worried that Hazel may have actually poisned his food. She grumbled when he walked in the doors but didn’t say much.

Ellie eventually makes her way over to where you and Jack are sitting, shyly asking if she can sit with you and play with Jack. You hesitate but Jack gives you puppy eyes and you can never say no to him. Some of his facial expressions always reminded you of Joel but with the man actually being here now, you’re noticing it much more. You look over at him and his eyes are locked on the three of you sitting together so you look back at Ellie.

“So…” you begin, waiting for her to look up at you and when she does, you can see the mischievous look in her eyes.

“You’re gonna ask me about Joel,” she grins, “y’know, he was talking to Tommy about you last night. They thought I was asleep but there was a lot of yelling.”

“What exactly were they saying?” you ask, and she looks back at Jack, taking the piece of food he offers her.

“I dunno, Joel was grumpy that Tommy didn’t tell him that you were here but Tommy told Joel that you didn’t want him to know,” she says, “he’s always grumpy though, so that’s nothing new.”

You weren’t planning on asking her but you’re dying to know how exactly Joel ended up dragging a teenager all the way to Wyoming.

“What’s the deal with you and Joel?” you ask, “not a long lost kid, are you?”

She just laughs and shakes her head, “nah, I mean he acts like a dad but he’s just fulfilling a request from someone. I’m just cargo.”

She says it non-chalantly but something in her expression changes, so small you barely notice. It’s there though but before you can question her further, she turns the tables back to you.

“What the deal with you and Joel? I mean, clearly the kid is his… did he-”

“Ellie,” a voice cuts in and you both jump, not noticing that Joel somehow snuck up on the both of you. Before either of you can answer, a little voice speaks up.

“Hi,” Jack says, waving at Joel who once again, looks shocked that there’s a child there. The boy offers him a handful of mushed up fruit and you watch as Joel hesitantly accepts it.

You’ve watched Joel take down countless clickers and raiders so it amuses you that a toddler scares him.

Jack takes a loud slurp of his water and tries to hand it to Joel before you take it from him, rolling your eyes. Ellie is watching the interaction with amusement and you can even see Tommy from across the hall, watching closely.

“Who’re you?” Jack asks, trying to pass Joel more food. You take his plate, ignoring his grumbling. Another thing that Jack does that reminds you of Joel are his mood swings. Some days he is a chatterbox and others, you can barely get a peep out of him. Those days, he reminds you of Joel.

When Joel looks at you, this time with panic written across his face, you shrug. You’re beginning to find this amusing because who knew all it would take is a toddler to break the big Joel Miller.

“Ellie, I have to go with Tommy for a bit. Don’t leave the four walls of this town,” he points at her when she raises her hands in defense, “I told Maria to keep an eye on you.”

“Don’t worry old man, I think I’ll hang out with these two,” she tells him but then shyly looks at you, “if that's alright.”

You nod and watch as her face lights up. She goes back to talking to the little boy sitting next to her and you look at Joel who is shifting uncomfortably.

“Uh, thanks,” he mumbles without looking at you before quickly walking back to Tommy. You watch the two of them leave, the older man casting one more glance you way before his brother pats him on the back firmly.

“He’s got it bad for you,” Ellie says absently, “like real bad. Were you two like, together?”

You stare at her for a solid minute, wondering where the hell this kid came from. Was she this blunt before? Or has Joel corrupted her?

“It’s complicated, and a long story.”

“Is it longer than a week? ‘Cause I think that’s how long we’re staying,” she says and you hide a frown. You’re still trying to find out exactly why they’re here and now you find out they’re only staying a week? You can’t decide if you are relieved or disappointed.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” You offer, wanting to get out of this conversation because talking about your non existent relationship with Joel to a 14 year old is at the bottom of your to-do list. “Jack likes seeing the sheep and horses.”

Ellie grins and you can’t help but smile when she offers her hand to Jack who accepts it eagerly. You can tell she’s trying to fill a void and you’re beginning not to mind.

. . .

Later that night after Jack is long asleep, you sit outside on your porch wrapped up in a winter jacket and blanket. It’s cold but you need some fresh air to try and get your thoughts straightened out. Ellie tried to bring up yours and Joel’s history multiple times but eventually gave up on it once she realized you weren’t going to say anything. You haven’t seen Joel since this morning, spending the day with Ellie and Jack, then eating dinner and dropping the girl off at the house she and Joel are staying at before going back to your own and putting your kid to bed.

Joel showing up out of the blue is bringing back too many memories, some good but some bad.

Suddenly, a voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you curse Joel Miller again for sneaking up on you. Being in Jackson so long is making you let your guard down too much.

“Hey,” he says, standing at the bottom of your porch steps awkwardly, “the kid gone to bed?”

Small talk. He is trying to make small talk.

“What do you want, Joel?” You ask shortly, half wanting to leave before he says anything else but if he is seeking you out, you want to know what he is looking for from you.

“I, uh, I wanted to say thanks,” he says stumbling over his words, “for entertaining Ellie today. She was real pleased-”

“I didn’t do it for you,” you snap, “she’s a good kid.”

He just nods, staring at the ground and scuffing his boots on the dirt. You watch as he clears his throat and looks up at you, a sadness in his eyes that you’re not sure you’ve ever seen.

“Tess is gone,” he says, and even though you had your suspicions since she’s not with him and he travelling all the way here, his words feel like a punch in the stomach.

“How?”

“She got bit on our way here,” he tells you and you just nod, swallowing back tears. Six years ago, you might’ve let him comfort you but all you want now is to yell or scream at him. Ellie wouldn’t tell you why they were here or why she was with Joel and you know you won’t get anything out of him. You know the only reason for his late night visit is to break the news about Tess.

When you stand up, his mouth opens to protest but he just offers you the closest thing he has to a smile. It’s pitiful.

You turn to walk inside but his voice stops you. Refusing to look at him, you pause but stay facing the door.

“He seems like a good kid,” he says quietly and you know he’s referring to Jack.

There’s a million things you can say to him, you can turn around and yell or scream at him. You could ask him why? Why did you push me away when I needed you? Why didn’t you want Jack? What hurt you so bad, that you couldn’t accept him?

Instead, you walk inside your house and close the door behind you.

. . .

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Ok. So I saw this post and it got me thinking... 🤔

So, if in a modern AU, the Durins (and Bilbo) ever formed a rock band. Who would do /play what? And what would the band be called???

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Band is called ‘Sons of Durin’.

Bilbo would be the manager

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months ago

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The Executioner's Song: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: As the newly formed Scarlet Witch, you're not letting anyone get in your way to true power, not even Dean. The power you feel is like no other, and not even Cain is a match for you. Sure is cute to watch him try, though.

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You sit at your small table in the back of the bar sipping on your fourth drink of the morning. The best thing about your condition is you can drink as much as you want whenever you want. You get a slight buzz but nothing like being blackout drunk. The only people left in the bar are the ones who fell asleep in it last night and the day drinkers. There are a few stragglers coming in for a quick bite but it's mostly bar drunks and bad attitude.

There is a couple on the far side of the bar that seems to be in a bit of an argument. The woman came storming in to find her husband or boyfriend or whoever was still at the bar drinking. You can't hear what they're saying but you can't imagine it's good. So glad you're not in her shoes anymore.

A much younger girl is near their table after just coming out of the bathroom. His eyes wander in her direction and you smirk knowingly. He doesn't check the girl out because he knows it'll piss his woman off. So you make him. His eyes shine bright red for a second as you take over his mind from across the bar.

He completely turns and checks the woman out, causing an outcry from his significant other. She hits him in the shoulder and he punches her in the face. Patrons from all around come to her rescue but you're not letting them leave here without a black eye or two. As soon as the first punch is given, a fight breaks out. It doesn't matter if someone has beef with another person or not, they're fighting.

You smirk and continue to sip your drink, soaking in all the chaos you're creating. Having magic again is the best thing to ever happen to you--the kind of magic that is limitless. Chaos magic. And you don't even have to lift a finger to use it. You thrive off chaos; it's what the Mark craves. You're just doing your job and feeding it with negative energy.

You close your eyes and bask in the feeling of pure power. There is nothing that can spoil your good mood.

"Y/N!"

Okay, maybe one thing can. You open your eyes and see Dean harshly pulling you out of your trance. Every patron stops fighting and looks around in confusion.

"Way to ruin a good time," you roll your eyes.

"When you left the Bunker, this isn't what I thought you'd be doing."

"What did you think I'd do? Stay behind with you two losers? I got my magic back, and the last thing I want is to spend it on the likes of you."

"Magic or not, soul or not, you can't go around hurting people like this."

"Or else what?" you challenge.

"Or else Sam and I will hunt you down and kill you just like we do with any monster."

You nod like you're in agreement but you feel quite the opposite of that. You down the rest of your drink and grab the steak knife that's lying on your small napkin. You twirl it once before slamming it down on the back of Dean's hand. He gasps in pain but tries to hide it from everyone else. You grab his collar and pull him close to you.

"That's strike one. I'm going to do whatever I want wherever I want with whoever I want. If you want to try and stop me, then I'm going to remind you just how little you are compared to me. Do not get in my way or I can promise you, you won't like what happens if you do."

You leave cash on the table for your drinks and step away from the table. Dean yanks the knife out of his hand, thankful you didn't hit his bones.

"What about my hand?"

You turn and start walking backward toward the door.

"Get your angel to fix it. I'm sure he's around here somewhere."

The Mark is burning but it's not because of what you did to those people inside the bar or Dean. The one who created you is calling for you. Cain is somewhere around here give or take a few hundred miles and he wants you to find him. The funny thing is, you want to find him so you can kill him. There is so much more you can do with your magic that you couldn't do before, and he's the perfect person to try your new tricks on.

Your magic is pulling you all the way to Texas where Cain was last seen. He took out one of the inmates, Tommy Tolliver, at the state prison, and the guards thought it was weird since all the doors and windows were locked. If you can track where this prison inmate went, you'll find Cain. The guards weren't too happy to see a stranger demanding to be let in but with a simple mind trick, you walked through the front doors with no problem.

You find the warden crouching down in Tommy's cell looking at a drop of blood Cain left behind for you to find.

"Warden Skiff?"

"Who are you?" he asks.

"The woman you're going to comply with. Tell me everything you know about what happened here," you say and flash your eyes red.

"Yeah. Welcome to death row. Have a look. The night Tolliver disappeared, our little ship was running as tight as ever, and I got documentation to prove it."

"Do you stand by what the press is saying about a locked cell, no security breach, and no guard misconduct?"

"Which press? Mainstream media is calling for my head, saying I was grossly incompetent. The tabloids are saying it's magic, that Tommy pulled off some dark miracle to escape."

"Are you saying you believe that?" you ask.

"I'm saying there was some kind of magician on the block last night but it wasn't Tommy."

"Great," someone mutters behind you.

You turn to see Sam and Dean in their Fed suits while you're wearing a dark red shirt, black skinny jeans, a dark leather jacket, and black fingerless gloves. You look nothing like a federal agent, so they're wondering how the hell you got in here in the first place. You look down and see Dean's hand is all healed.

"You two are?" the warden asks.

"Agents Hetfield and Ulrich. We spoke on the phone. I see you've met our other agent."

"He was being very helpful," you smirk.

"Yes, as I was telling her, it may seem like there had been a magician here but it's not the one you might think. Follow me."

The warden walks off first but Dean grabs your elbow to keep you behind so they can scold you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"The same as you."

"You're here to look into the mysterious disappearance of an inmate?"

"Sure. We'll go with that."

You yank your arm out of Dean's grasp and follow the warden into the surveillance room where the cameras are located. He plays the footage of what happened right before Tommy vanished from his cell.

"This is right before Tolliver vanished."

The camera goes dark before turning back on. Tommy is gone when they turn back on. The Mark is tingling with anticipation because you know exactly who caused this. There is something moving in the darkness, and it's not the Easter Bunny.

"Is that one of the guards?" Sam asks.

"Nope, and I don't know who he is, how he got in, or how he and Tolliver got out."

"Can you zoom in on that?"

Dean can feel it, too. He knows exactly who that is.

"Can and have. It's too dark to make out much of anything."

"Do it." The warden does. "Freeze it and blow it up." He does and Dean stiffens in recognition. "Thank you for your time. We'll be in touch if we need anything else."

They traveled in the Impala while you walked, so you hitched a ride to the nearest pull-off area that just so happened to have a food truck by it. Dean is getting some food and calling someone while Sam looks into why Cain wanted to take Tommy in the first place.

"Damn it, Cas is still not answering," Dean sighs and sits across from Sam with a tray of food.

"Great. I have been looking into Tommy Tolliver, seeing if I can figure out why Cain went to the trouble of springing him. I'm still pretty unclear about it all. I did find this blotter out of Orlando about his dad, Leon Tolliver. Like father, like son. He's a convicted felon, fresh warrant for an assault charge, but he's gone missing and hasn't been seen in a week."

"You think the two are connected?"

"I mean, the police just assumed he fled the warrant, but if Cain took Tommy, it might not be a coincidence."

"What, Cain's got a vendetta against the entire family?"

"Maybe."

Dean's phone rings and he sighs in relief at who is calling.

"It's Cas." He puts him on speakerphone. "Hey, where are you at?"

"Illinois."

"Well, we got a lead. Cain abducted a Texas death row inmate named Tommy Tolliver."

"He's dead."

"How do you know?"

"Call it an educated guess. Cain has been very busy."

"Okay, where are you? We'll come to you," Dean says.

"I'll call you back."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm jumping on this ride with you," you say.

"Help me understand something," Dean says. "You flee the Bunker to go to a bar and torment other people only to hitch rides to Texas for an inmate you have no interest in saving?"

"I never cared about Tommy, Dean. I'm surprised you couldn't feel it. Cain is calling us. I'm just following the trail. So, when are we going to leave?"

"Why are you coming with us? You made it perfectly clear you want nothing to do with us."

"I think it's time to meet Daddy again, don't you?"

Both brothers groan in disgust.

"Don't call him that."

"Why? He's hot," you shrug. "We should get going. Illinois is a long drive."

"Cas said he'll call back."

"You trust him to get shit done? What are you able to do in the Bunker that you can't do out here?"

"She has a point," Sam says.

"I know," Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance.

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tower-girl-anon · 2 years ago

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Asteroid Alma (390) in the signs and houses

The asteroid Alma (390) is an asteroid whose discoverer was Guillaume Bigourdan. The name comes from the Spanish translation of the word “soul” which means, at first, that this asteroid in astrology represents who we really are as an essence. Very much like the moon and almost like our spirit. But, in this post, I’m going to take a definition that my teacher from a course of Akashic records told us in relation to the meaning of the soul. Because many people, including me, tended to confuse soul with spirit. In her own words, she said that the soul is a particular fragment of our spirit that carries a specific vibration. This vibration allows us to incarnate in a physical body and so it carries the stories of our past lives.

Taking this definition into consideration, I’ve decided to start this account by making a post about this asteroid in the signs and houses and what can be revealed about ourselves and our past incarnations.

This is a general topic so take this with a grain of salt. Most of the information comes from the personal research I’ve done along with my intuition, but if it resonates with any of you, please leave a comment so I can know if I should keep going with more astrology posts.

P.D: I apologize if I made any grammatical mistake. English is not my native language, please don’t repost it without giving credits.

Aries/1st house: Alma in this sign points to a very masculine energy so, if you feel more identified with that energy despite if you’re a man or woman in this incarnation, this placement can explain it. In a past life, or maybe in more than one, you were a man or just carried a lot of the warrior and driven nature of Aries (ruled by Mars) throughout your lives. You probably were a soldier or lived during times of conflict such as the first or second World War (just to say an example). Being Aries the first sign in the zodiac, this could also mean that your soul is a young one. On the downside, this sign can indicate that you hadn’t developed your masculine side, or you didn’t pursue what you felt driven to do or, on the other extreme, you developed this energy to an extreme. In the 1st house it indicates that, from the first meeting, people can see right through your core. On the other hand, it could mean that you carry some significant features from your past life’s bodies (maybe you decided even to incarnate with the exact features) or your body has mysterious marks that signals the way you died in a past life. For example: if you were a soldier in your past life and died from a bullet, maybe you have a scar or mole in your body that signals the place where the bullet entered your past life body. On a bright side, it could mean that these individuals are not afraid to show who they really are to others.

Taurus/2nd house: for those who have this asteroid in Taurus, there is a theme surrounding Venusian themes in past lives such as being an artist of some sort or maybe you had a theme with food since Taurus also rules that. Now, in relation to the last point, it should be noticed that Taurus, being the ruler of the second house (possessions and money), you could have lived in either a poor environment where you didn’t’ have enough resources to feed yourself or your family (in an extreme case you could have been homeless or died from extreme hunger) or in a very comfortable or rich environment. On a light note, you could have lived from the land like a farmer. In the 2nd house the soul really enjoy having stability in life, it makes them feel valued, because that is a theme that you’ve struggled with in one or many past lives. Maybe you lived in a higher class were the only thing that was valued from you was your wallet or possessions. If you struggle with insecurities towards yourself, learn to value yourself and recognize that you are valuable just as you are.

Gemini/3rd house: you’re a soul who carries knowledge and intelligence from your past lives. You are (and were) curious about different topics. You were most probably a teacher or a salesman that had to travelled through different towns to sell the merchandise (the 3rd house rules short travels) and that’s why its easier for you to learn new topics or languages. Since the ruler of Gemini is Mercury, you could have worked in anything that involves communication. A reporter in a newspaper, a secretary, a copyist, a teacher, a traductor, a linguistic, etc. Another interpretation of these aspects is that you have a soul connection with one or all your brothers and sisters (just in the case that you have any) since the 3rd house also rules this theme. On the downside, maybe you used your knowledge to manipulate, lie or scam others (it can be consciously or unconsciously).

Cancer/4th house: you’re an emphatic, feminine, mothering, and nurturing soul for sure despite if you’re a male or female in this life. Since many incarnations you’ve learned to connect deeply with your emotions, your needs, and discover who you really are. These needs can variate to each one depending in which house your Cancer falls in. In the 4th house this asteroid signifies that many members of your family share a soul connection with you, making it higher the chance of them being part of your soul tribe and you cared deeply for the wellbeing of many people before, especially your own family. Due to this I believe that one of the most significant roles that you had was the role of a mother, nurse and caretaker. On the downside, through lifetimes you've endured hard lessons sorrounding your family/mother/self-care/self-value due to the lack of a nurturing environment. You tried to search for a place/person/soul tribe to call home, which could come from memories of being part of an arranged marriage or maybe you were abandoned or orphaned early in your life.

Leo/5th house: it won’t surprise me if many of you were a famous figure in a past life. You could have been an important warrior, a king, a leader, a queen, celebrity, writer or artist that many people look up to, since you shone bright like the energy of the sun. Despite this, I should warn that your fame could not have been the best among the people. There is this possibility, but, putting aside if you were famous or not, you learned how to connect to your inner child and value yourself in a ego level (remember that the sun revolves about the self, the ego). You learned how to value your uniqueness among the masses in a healthy way. Another interpretation of this revolves around children (5th house). Maybe you feel connected to them and vice versa because you cared for them in the past. Nurse, mother, caretaker. If you have children in this lifetime, it is a huge possibility that one, or all of them, share a soul connection with you.

Virgo/6th house: the healer pile. Most probably you were a doctor, nurse, reiki healer or you exercised any practice that had to do with healing those who suffered from injuries or pain in their bodies. Now health can affect the mind too, so there is also a chance that you were a therapist, psychiatrist or a counselor. If badly aspected, it could indicate that you suffered from health problems, be it physical or mental, in past lives or even that you passed away due to that. Maybe you carry some health problems in this current body. For example, you were a full smoker before and died due to that so, in this incarnation, you are asthmatic or have problems with your respiratory system. On a lighter note, Virgo and the 6th house talks also about work, so this could talk about that, in many incarnations, you had to work so hard. Even at the expenses of your own health like it was custom in the lower classes not so long ago.

Libra/7th house: your soul has made a learning voyage surrounding relationships. Through good and bad relationships, forced marriages that ended in either loving or hateful partnerships, your soul has been learning about how to make good and healthy connections with other people without compromising your needs or others. It’s more than probably that many of the people that you encounter in this lifetime have a soul contract or connection with you (karmic, soulmate or even twin flames) and the lessons they give you depends on how well you’ve learned to relate to others. Remember, this is also the house of open enemies so be careful with this. Not everyone has the best interest in you, so if someone step on your boundaries it is ok to detach and move on if its necessary. You don’t need to be in a bad relationship only because your soul feels secure being in the company of others. You are valuable just as you are and deserve to be appreciated too. The only theme here is bring balance. After all, Libra is represented by the Justice card in the tarot deck. A woman with a sword on one hand and a balance in the other, disposed to use the sword to restore the equilibrium if its necessary.

Scorpio/8th house: your soul has been experiencing powerful and sometimes traumatic changes through lifetimes due to Pluto being the ruler of Scorpio. In which area? That depends on the house that the sign falls in. It could be around your self-image, your possessions (maybe you lost all your money or possessions), your family, your education, your friends, your career, your relationships, etc. You’re a private and passionate being that, on the upper hand, learned how to remain in your power despite all the challenging changes that occurred in your life. Maybe you were part of a rich family and lost all the fortune in a bad investment (one of the themes of the 8th house is inheritence). On the downside, this aspect indicates some hidden traumas in the soul surrounding intimacy (maybe a past life abuse or you were a victim of a murderer) and the loss of power (you were enslaved, tortured or lost all your inheritance) and that’s why you tend to be so private and distrustful towards people. On a lighter note, you could have worked in a profession that involved power or managing inheritance such as a banker, manager or leader of a big company or a chief commander.

Sagittarius/9th house: just like the 3rd house, your soul also carries a lot of philosophical o religious wisdom, since these aspects signals an interest in higher learnings and beliefs. You could have been a priest, a monk or a philosopher in a past life. Since the 9th house rules long distance travels, having this asteroid could mean that your soul made long journeys in one or more incarnation. An example of this could be that you were a priest that travelled to teach in other cultures. Another would be that you were a sailor or you immigrated to a different place or you were a lawyer (since it involves a higher learning of the law). Finally, another interpretation of this aspects could be that you incarnated in a very different culture. Your soul remembers being part of another culture and maybe that’s why it’s easier and fascinating to you to learn the culture or language of another place. If you feel interest in a specific culture and time period, that could be a signal that your soul remembers living in that time/place.

Capricorn/10th house: these are the aspects of old souls and public figures. Being Saturn the ruler of the sign and house, it gives, consciously, or not, a heavy sense of duty or responsibility to those who have Alma in these aspects. After all, Saturn is the planet of karma, so is very natural to think that these souls carry a lot of lessons that they’ve learned through difficult situations in different past lives. That’s why they have a very serious, realistic, and mature approach towards life. Even when they are very young. In the 10th house the effect is similar, you also have a sense of responsibility in relation to work or public persona and that’s because your career was a huge theme in past lives. The chosen field that you chose must be aligned with something that your soul feels called to do just like in other lifetimes. In terms of careers, there is a possibility that you were a celebrity, a politician or leader of some sort, a worker of a big company, etc.

Aquarius/11th house: these are the aspects of my starseed people, my geniuses, my revolutionaries, and my humanitarians. Your soul has an outstanding mind in terms of understanding the problems and needs of the collective, this is an ability that you have been developing through lifetimes, that’s why, in part, it makes you a great friend and a huge humanitarian at heart, and, in the other, that’s why many of you fought against many injustices, prejudices and the conservative mindset of the society in past lives. The French Revolution is something that is coming through my mind as an example. For others, you had a brilliant mind that helped you to create outstanding things that changed humanity or the society you lived with. For others, your soul comes from another system or another galaxy. This could be one of your first incarnations on earth and that’s why you could feel different, uncomfortable, or misunderstood on planet earth. If you wonder, why are you here, maybe it's because you have come to raise the vibration of the earth.

Pisces/12th house: these are my mystics, my high vibrational beings, my spiritual group. It is impossible not to connect the higher vibrations or higher knowledge because, in past lives, you’ve been trying to connect with those realms through different methods like meditation, learning astrology, reiki, etc. You were a hermit in search to answer and connect with the higher knowledge of the universe, that’s why you could have been a monk or a priest. Atlantis strongly resonates with these aspects. It’s very probably that you carry, consciously or unconsciously, memories or feelings from your past lives along with psychic abilities. Since the 12th house rules the unconscious, your past life’s memories come when you dream. On the downside, your practices or abilities would have caused you to be persecuted and secluded from the rest of the world or you hide into drugs.

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