#people won’t listen no matter what side they’re on

[jemthecrystalgem]

Another chapter on “We were blowing the whistle for months and nobody listened”

Updates about the TikTok ban/relight … a lot of people thought that TikTokers were being dramatic. We were forced to say “unalive” “pew-pew” and “grape”… now it’s a community violation to say that Meta sucks.

[cntloup]

Mafia!Simon x Bartender!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You've been working here for ages, in this once rusty old bar which is now adorned by lively colors and music, turned into the best nightclub in the city, serving the best drinks and entertainments with the most beautiful dancers.

All in all, you have witnessed the worst and the best of this place. 

And you have come to know the people who own the place. 

In fact, you know them like the back of your hand, even better than themselves one might say. 

You're bright and perceptive, and working as a bartender in a place like this where it is jam-packed with important people all the time has its own perks. 

With a little bit of booze and honeyed words you bring out everyone’s hidden side and in no time, they’re spilling their deepest darkest secrets to who seems like just a sweet, harmless bartender. 

“Here you go.” you say to Simon, placing his usual Kentucky Bourbon on the counter, “Thanks, dove.” he says and brings the glass to his lips. 

“You know... I say don’t fuck around with the Russians!” you remark while drying the cups and placing them on the shelves. 

They asked your opinion on the matter since you’re their most trusted ally outside the group. As a matter of fact, they consider you part of the group by now. 

He chuckles before saying “That’s what I told Price.” 

“So why is he doing this?” you ask regarding cutting a deal with the Russians and Simon shrugs. 

You’ve had a weird feeling about it since they mentioned it to you. 

“Well, if any of you care about my opinion, don’t do it. It just doesn’t feel right to me.” you say with a shrug and look over to find him deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed and gorgeous brown eyes focused on somewhere far away. 

Gods, he’s so handsome! You've been fond of him for some time now, and by the looks and little touches he gives you, you’d say the feeling is somewhat mutual. 

Out of all of them, he’s always been the closest to you.  

And he’s been your biggest protector all throughout this wild ride you’ve been on together. 

He always keeps an eye on you in case any of the customers gets too close and makes you uncomfortable; God forbid if any of them gets touchy, they’d be digging their own grave by doing that. 

You come back from your daydreams after hearing him clear his throat. 

You notice you’ve been staring far too long, choosing to ignore the faint smirk on his lips. 

“Sorry... just thinking about the deal.” you lie and dip your head, busying yourself with cleaning the cups and hoping he won’t notice your burning cheeks. 

“Well, I'm off to meet John now. I'll make sure to give him your opinion too.” he says while standing from his chair, “Thanks for the drink.” he offers a small smile with a nod. 

“You’re welcome, Si... and I'm sure he won’t listen to me. His mind is set on the idea and that’s that. Not that I would ever question his decisions. I have too much respect for the man to do that. He must know something that we don’t.” you mention while grabbing his glass and placing it in the sink. 

“I can assure you that he values your opinion just as much as you do his. He'll think about it. Don't worry.” he says while gathering his stuff and placing your tip on the counter, a hefty envelope, so generous as always. 

“Simon! I can’t accept this! This is... too much! You do this every time!” you exclaim with a frown, nudging the envelope in his direction. 

“Take it. I insist. You can renovate your apartment. Last time I was there, it was a bloody mess!” he teases with a playful smirk.

“HEY!” you say in mock annoyance while throwing the rag in your hand at him.

“My apartment is fine as it is, thank you very much!” you retort, failing to hide the smile forming on your lips. 

You take the envelope hesitantly after so much persuasion on his part and wave him goodbye, feeling butterflies dance in your belly as thoughts of him linger in your mind.

You dip your head and go on with what you were doing, lost in your own world and not noticing the dark shadow lurking in the distance and standing in a corner, carefully observing the place, and most importantly... you. 

[luviwon]

MUTUAL TOUCHING | k.sn

kinktober day 6! back to the masterlist here!

☆ best friend!sunoo x reader

; someone once said that having a sleepover with your boy best friend is not the smartest idea. you wondered why, until you returned to your bedroom to find sunoo touching himself and ultimately agreeing to pleasure each other.

genre ; smut

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you smirk, grabbing a handful of crisps, settling in beside sunoo as the fairy lights dimly light up the room. “you won’t believe what happened with soyeon and minho,” you say, popping a crisp into your mouth.

“they’re still a thing?” he raises an eyebrow, more amused than surprised, chewing slowly like he’s waiting for the punchline. he’s never one to react dramatically, always playing it cool, but you can tell by the slight tilt of his head that he’s curious.

“barely,” you scoff, shifting on the bed so you’re facing him. “they had this huge fight in the hallway after class. everyone saw it.”

sunoo chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. “figures. always knew those two were gonna crash and burn.” he reaches for another crisp, still calm, though there’s a glint in his eyes that says he’s enjoying the gossip as much as you are.

“you called it,” you admit, tossing a crisp in his direction. he catches it without breaking eye contact, eating it casually like it’s no big deal.

the conversation flows effortlessly, as it always does. he listens with half a smile while you spill more about the latest drama. his presence is steady, never too reactive, just the right amount of interest without getting caught up in the chaos of it all. he’s your balance, grounded, always cool and collected no matter what’s going on.

as the minutes tick by, you both settle into the rhythm of the night — him lounging back, one arm behind his head, and you sitting cross-legged beside him, occasionally stealing more crisps from the packet. sunoo doesn’t say much, but when he does, his comments are sharp, dry, and always spot-on.

“what about jiyoon?” he asks, almost casually, like he already knows there’s something to tell. you roll your eyes, about to dive into another story, and he just smirks, clearly ready for more.

sunoo’s eyebrows shoot up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and disbelief. “kissed his neck? in public? why would you even do that?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “it’s a subtle thing, not like they were making out. it’s just… intimate, but in a way that’s not too obvious, you know?”

he looks at you like you’ve just explained something from another planet. “nope, still doesn’t make sense. what’s the point of kissing someone’s neck in the middle of lunch? that’s just asking for people to stare.”

you bite your lip, amused by his reaction. “it’s not about other people, it’s about showing the person you’re into them. it’s kinda… spontaneous, you know?”

he shakes his head, still skeptical. “doesn’t seem practical.”

before you even think about it, you lean forward, your breath close to his ear as you murmur, “here, let me show you.”

you don’t give him time to protest as you press a soft, teasing kiss against the side of his neck, just below his jaw. the warmth of his skin under your lips makes you both freeze for a moment. you pull back slightly, watching as sunoo stiffens, his breath catching in his throat.

“see?” you say quietly, your voice low but playful. “it’s about catching someone off guard, making them feel something… personal.”

sunoo swallows, eyes flicking to yours, a hint of color rising to his cheeks, though he quickly covers it with a roll of his eyes. “i don’t know what kind of game you’re playing,” he mutters, clearly a little flustered, “but I guess I can see why people do it.”

you smirk, still close enough to feel the tension hanging in the air between you. “told you.”

he doesn’t pull away, though, and the space between you seems smaller now, charged in a way that wasn’t there before. his usual calm demeanor is cracked just enough, and for once, you’ve got him at a loss for words.

sunoo leans back on your bed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “oh, by the way, speaking of weird stuff couples do… i saw hyunjae on the bus with his girlfriend yesterday.”

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “yeah? what did he do now?”

“dude had his hand on her thigh the entire ride,” sunoo says, eyes glinting with amusement. “just casually, like it was the most normal thing ever. who even does that?”

you snicker, shaking your head. “it’s pretty common, actually. people do that to be close, just like holding hands or whatever.”

sunoo scoffs, leaning forward slightly. “on her thigh, though? doesn’t that seem a little… overboard? especially in public?”

you shrug, finding his confusion hilarious. “it’s not that weird. it’s just another way to show you’re into someone without being all over them. you’re acting like he was doing something scandalous.”

sunoo narrows his eyes, clearly unconvinced. “i don’t get it. why the thigh? there’s, like, plenty of other places you can touch that aren’t… there.”

you roll your eyes, deciding to mess with him a little. “oh, come on, it’s not that big of a deal. it’s a casual thing, just to show affection. here, let me explain—”

but before you can finish your sentence, sunoo, still looking puzzled, suddenly places his hand on your thigh, mimicking the motion you were just talking about. “like this?” he asks, his expression genuinely curious as if he’s trying to figure out the logic behind it.

the warmth of his hand catches you off guard, and for a second, your breath hitches. you weren’t expecting him to actually try it out. his fingers rest lightly on your thigh, and though it’s an innocent enough gesture, the sudden closeness between you sends a jolt through your body.

“uh… yeah,” you manage to say, your voice a little quieter now. “kind of like that.”

sunoo tilts his head, studying you, clearly not realizing the effect it’s having. “i mean, i get why people would do it, but…” he trails off, his hand still on your thigh, his casual demeanor starting to waver just slightly.

“but what?” you challenge, trying to keep your voice steady, though the proximity is making it harder than you thought.

he meets your eyes, his hand still lingering, neither of you moving. “but I don’t get how this is comfortable for, like, a whole bus ride.”

you laugh softly, but there’s something charged in the air now, the teasing tone between you both shifting into something more. “well, maybe it’s not about comfort,” you say, voice low. “maybe it’s just about being close.”

sunoo doesn’t reply right away, his eyes flicking down to where his hand rests on your thigh. he doesn’t pull away, but you notice the subtle way his fingers tense slightly, like maybe he’s starting to understand a bit more than he’s letting on.

you shift on your bed, a grin forming as you think about the latest gossip. “you won’t believe what i saw the other day,” you say, leaning in closer to sunoo. “this girl in our class was trying to catch her crush’s attention.”

sunoo raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “oh? what did she do?”

you can’t help but chuckle as you remember the scene. “so, as he walked by, she pushed up her bra and totally showed off her cleavage right there in the hallway.”

sunoo smirks, clearly amused. “wait, seriously? right in front of everyone? bold move.”

“i know, right?” you say, leaning back slightly, watching his reaction. “she was basically saying, ‘look at me!’”

“but why would anyone do that? isn’t that kind of… much?” he asks, a playful grin forming on his lips.

you lean in, enjoying the banter. “it’s all about confidence! it’s a way to get someone’s attention without saying a word.”

sunoo chuckles, the teasing glint in his eyes growing. “sounds like something you’d do.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes. “maybe. but here, let me show you how it’s done,” you say, your heart racing a little as you prepare to demonstrate. you lean back slightly, adjusting your top just enough to push your chest forward a bit, mimicking the gesture you saw. “like this?” you ask, your voice playful but with a hint of nervousness.

sunoo’s expression shifts to one of mock seriousness, eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight before him. “whoa,” he says, clearly intrigued. “i didn’t know you had it in you.”

“it’s just a little flirtation,” you say, trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up your cheeks.

he leans in slightly, a smirk on his face. “i get it now. maybe that girl was onto something. it’s definitely eye-catching.”

you bite your lip, feeling the tension shift between you. “it’s about being confident and letting them know you’re interested,” you explain, your heart racing.

“well, it works,” he says, leaning back and crossing his arms, a teasing grin on his face. “though, you might want to be careful. you could have guys lining up to ask for your number.”

you can’t help but blush at his compliment. “maybe that’s the point,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

sunoo leans closer, his voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. “just remember, if you do that, i might get a little jealous.”

your breath catches in your throat at his words, and you feel the weight of his gaze. “uh, i’ll be right back,” you say, your voice slightly shaky as you excuse yourself. “i just need to go to the bathroom.”

as you slip out of the room, you can feel his eyes on you, a mix of playful teasing and genuine interest lingering in the air. the moment hangs between you both, and as you make your way down the hallway, you can’t help but wonder just how far this playful banter could go.

once you step into the bathroom, you close the door behind you and lean against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. your heart is still racing from the playful banter with sunoo, and you can’t shake the rush of embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

you walk over to the sink, splashing cool water on your face in an attempt to calm yourself down. the refreshing sensation feels nice, but it doesn’t do much to help with the memories of what just happened. you can still picture sunoo’s teasing grin and the way his eyes lit up when you demonstrated that little flirtation. it was like he was genuinely intrigued, and that thought sends a thrill through you.

“what was i thinking?” you mumble to yourself, wiping your face with a towel. it’s not like you to be so bold, and yet, there you were, showing off like it was the most normal thing in the world. you can’t help but wonder if you’ve crossed some kind of line or if you just opened a door you didn’t mean to.

you glance at your reflection, taking a moment to assess yourself. the blush on your cheeks is still visible, a rosy reminder of your earlier confidence. “pull it together,” you whisper, shaking your head at yourself.

your thoughts drift back to sunoo, his flirty banter wrapping around your mind like a warm blanket. he had that way of making you feel both at ease and on edge at the same time. what did he mean when he said he might get jealous? was he just teasing, or was there something more behind his words?

the thought sends a wave of heat through you again, and you find yourself smiling, unable to help it. you’re not just friends anymore, are you? the lines are starting to blur, and it’s exciting and terrifying all at once.

you take another deep breath, steadying yourself. “okay, just play it cool,” you tell your reflection. “you’re just being friends. friends can flirt, right?” you nod to yourself, reassuring but also aware of the thrill that comes with flirting.

as you leave the bathroom, you can’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. whatever this is between you and sunoo, it’s definitely evolving. you step out, ready to face whatever teasing or flirty banter he has in store for you next.

but no matter how ready you were, nothing could have prepared you for what was laying before you. sunoo was lying down in your bed, right hand buried inside his trousers, teasing himself quietly while biting his lips down. he was looking at the picture of you and him on the wall, unable to control himself anymore. he needed to get off so much right now, to the sight of you, but when he turned around and saw you standing there, he didn’t flinch or even stop his little play.

“y/n—ahhhh” he called out your name sweetly, asking you to come next to him by waving his hand at you. you could not lie, you were so drawn to him right now. sunoo had indeed a special place within you and at times you could get mesmerised by his beauty, but in this exact moment, he looked hotter than ever before and you could feel a sudden heat growing between your legs.

you did as he said, walking towards the bed and sitting next to him. you couldn’t stop staring at his trousers, the way his hand kept palming his private, making you wonder why do you want to see so badly what’s going on inside? sunoo noticed your curiosity and without further notice, he pulled down his trousers, saying goodbye to his boxers at the same time. his cock stood straight up before you, his hand wrapped around it like it was the perfect fit.

sunoo moved his hand up and down, pumping himself slowly and staring at your cleavage, licking his lips uncontrollably. you swallowed, your cunt getting wetter each second. “you made me so hard, y/n, i’m sorry” he apologised but his tone was ironic, a smirk growing on his face as his hand continued its job.

“it’s okay..” you murmured, biting your lower lip in response “i like it” you added on a lower tone, right hand reaching closer to his cock.

sunoo followed your gesture and let go of his dick, you grabbing it in your hand instead. it was safe to say that you’ve never done this before, and had no much idea what you should do, that’s why your best friend wrapped his hand around yours and guided you to move it up and down, slowly but precise, receiving some groans from him.

“is it good?” you asked, crossing your legs together and he let go of your hand and you continued the handjob.

“mhm” sunoo nodded, holding his moans back as your rhythm sped up. he moved one of his hands lower too, reaching your soaking cunt, his fingers slyly getting under your pj shorts. he could feel the wetness already, the slightly sticky texture of your panties, like the view of him touching himself was enough to bring you to this stage.

“you are so warm and i didn’t even get inside you yet” he whispered, and your pussy never felt more drenched before. sunoo chuckled and pulled your panties to the side, using the top of his index finger to touch your pussy for a second and then pull away immediately, the stickiness making a thin thread.

he did that for a couple of times before pressing two fingers against your cunt and moving them in a circular motion, receiving a light moan from you. it was hard to focus on doing a good job for him now, your hand growing tired but the way he touched you gave you so much motivation to keep going, to pleasure each other and whine each other’s names.

“y/n-“ sunoo moaned inside your ear, fingers pressing harder against you and even grabbing your clit between his index and middle ones, teasing it softly. “sunoo-“ you moaned back, a reciprocate feeling growing between.

he rubbed your folds faster, edging you to the point your legs were trembling in pleasure, as his cock twitched in your hand every so often. the tension was insane, the pleasure two times more and the eye contact was stable, nothing could break it. you were touching each other, finding it harder to breathe and eyes rolled back most of the times, but always meeting each other’s in the end.

“y/n you get me so close” sunoo let you know, his fingers still precise around your cunt, rubbing your needy pussy exactly the way she deserved it. “me too, sunoo-ya” you confessed, swallowing down your throat. you both nodded and kept pleasuring each other, giving as much attention as you could to finish at the same time.

and so you did when you both gasped, glueing your foreheads together. you could feel the hot texture of his cum dripping down your hand, covering it all in his sweet semen. you looked down for a second to give it a glance and smirked slightly, moving your hand one more time up and down on him, receiving a light moan from sunoo. you laughed and gave him a peck on his lips, receiving the same response from him.

“maybe we could be more than friends”

“friends with benefits?”

[luvzshy]

Billie overhearing her friends make fun of her girlfriend’s stutter and her girlfriend is already shy and her stutter gets worse when she’s around other people (real😭🙋🏻‍♀️) I’m a sucker for Billie protecting her girlfriend🥹

Protecting what matters

The house is alive with the sound of Billie’s friends laughing and chatting, filling the air with a lively energy that makes you feel small in comparison. You’re tucked into a corner of the living room, sipping slowly on your drink, trying to stay unnoticed. Social gatherings like this have always been hard for you, and tonight is no different. Your stutter, which tends to get worse when you’re anxious, feels like it’s lingering on the edge, waiting for any excuse to embarrass you.

Billie’s been keeping an eye on you all night, her gaze soft and reassuring every time she looks your way. She knows how tough these situations can be for you, and she’s always careful to make sure you’re comfortable. But as more people arrive, the noise level rises, and you start to feel more and more out of place.

You decide to stay quiet, blending into the background as best you can. Billie’s close friends sit in a small group nearby, laughing and joking around. Billie gets up to grab something from the kitchen, giving you a small smile before she goes. You return it, even though your chest feels tight.

For a moment, you feel a bit more relaxed, knowing Billie will be back soon. But then you hear it—your name, whispered low between two of her friends. You stiffen, your eyes darting toward them. They’re talking quietly, but loud enough for you to catch bits of their conversation.

“She’s s-so quiet, it’s like she’s n-not even here,” one of them mimics, drawing out the stutter in a cruel, exaggerated way. The other friend snickers, shaking her head.

“I don’t get how Billie puts up with it. That s-stutter,” the first friend continues, a mocking edge to her voice. “Can you imagine trying to have a conversation with her? Must take forever.”

Your face flushes with heat, and you suddenly feel like the room is closing in around you. You can feel your stutter getting worse just thinking about speaking up, but there’s no way you can now. Not after hearing that. You lower your head, hoping to disappear, your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt as your chest tightens with embarrassment and hurt.

In the doorway to the kitchen, Billie pauses, holding a drink in her hand. She had been about to rejoin the group, but the tone of her friends’ conversation stops her cold. Her heart sinks when she hears the imitation of your stutter, and for a second, she’s frozen in place, disbelief flooding through her. She can’t believe her own friends would say something like that—about you, the person she loves most.

Billie stays quiet for a moment, listening as her friends continue, their laughter soft but sharp in its cruelty. Her fists clench at her sides, and she can feel her heart pounding with anger. How dare they? You, who’ve been nothing but kind and patient despite how hard socializing can be for you, who’s always been respectful and sweet to her friends—how could they treat you like this?

Without thinking twice, Billie sets her drink down on the counter and strides back into the room, her expression stormy. She doesn’t care about keeping things civil right now—she’s furious. And she won’t let you sit there feeling like this, especially not because of people who are supposed to be her friends.

“Really? That’s what you think is funny?” Billie’s voice cuts through the conversation like a blade, freezing everyone in place. The room goes dead silent as all eyes turn to her.

Her two friends look up, wide-eyed, clearly not expecting to be overheard. One of them opens their mouth to say something, but Billie doesn’t give them the chance.

“You think it’s cool to make fun of someone like that?” Billie’s voice is calm, but the tension behind it is unmistakable. She takes a step closer, her gaze hard. “You’re talking about my girlfriend. She’s shy, yeah. She has a stutter. So what? That doesn’t give you the right to disrespect her.”

One of the friends tries to laugh it off, raising her hands defensively. “Come on, Billie, we were just joking—”

“No, you weren’t.” Billie interrupts, her tone sharp. “Jokes are supposed to be funny. That wasn’t funny. That was just cruel.”

Your throat tightens as you sit there, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. You hadn’t wanted to cause a scene, but you’re grateful that Billie is standing up for you. Still, you can’t shake the feeling of shame curling inside you, knowing they were mocking something you’ve struggled with your whole life.

Billie turns toward you, her expression softening as she reaches for your hand. “You okay, babe?”

You nod slightly, though your heart is still racing, your body stiff from the tension in the room. You manage a small smile, but Billie knows you well enough to see through it.

She doesn’t let go of your hand as she turns back to her friends. “If you can’t respect her, you can leave. Now.”

The two friends glance at each other, guilt flashing across their faces. They start to mutter apologies, but Billie isn’t interested in hearing excuses.

“I mean it,” she says, her voice leaving no room for argument. “I won’t have people in my life who think it’s okay to treat her like that.”

After a long pause, they both stand up, still looking uncomfortable. One of them tries to offer a final apology before leaving, but Billie doesn’t respond, keeping her focus on you.

Once they’re gone, the room feels a little quieter, the atmosphere less suffocating. Billie sits down beside you, still holding your hand, and pulls you gently into her arms. She presses a soft kiss to the side of your head, her lips lingering for a moment.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she murmurs, her voice full of warmth and care. “I didn’t know they’d do something like that. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

You lean into her, the tension slowly melting away as her presence soothes you. Billie has always been your safe space, the one person who makes you feel like you can handle anything, even moments like this.

“I love you,” you whisper, your voice small but genuine. It’s all you can think to say, but Billie smiles, understanding exactly what you mean.

“I love you too,” she says softly, her fingers brushing gently through your hair. “And I’ve got you, always.”

With Billie’s arms around you and the weight of her protective presence, you feel a sense of peace return. No matter how hard things get, you know she’ll always be there to shield you from the world when it feels too overwhelming—and that’s more than enough.

[moody-alcoholic]

On a Wing and a Prayer

Part 10 - They Say the Truth Set's You Free

CW: dead dove don't eat, torture, suicidal thoughts, vomit, mentions of injury's, near death experience.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

It’s like a dream. 

You wake, your body dragged into the room, strapped to the table or the chair. It’s always Graves and one of his shadows. You’ve stopped listening to them, you just sob or scream. Anything to get your energy out, you’re scared you might slip up, say something just to get them to stop. You tried begging when it was John and Simon, they didn’t listen to you, they didn’t believe you. Why would Graves be any different? 

You won’t give him the satisfaction. 

‘What do you think Riley would think of you now?’ 

‘141 left days ago. Left you here to suffer and you still keep your mouth closed?’

‘It doesn’t matter anyway, at this point you’re just delaying the inevitable.’

What is the inevitable? Death? You used to be scared of death, you don’t fear it anymore, now you know there is someone waiting on the other side.

When Graves comes back you don’t bother holding your breath anymore while water is poured over your face. By the time they’re finished and pulling the rag away you can barely breathe. 

It’s one of those days again, you’re shivering water drenched over your body. Your throat is raw and your stomach is heavy with water.

“Price trained you well.” Graves says as he dunks the rag back in the water. You can barely focus on him, you can’t think straight. you‘re worried if you open your mouth you might say something you don’t mean, admit something that’s not true then it would be over.  

He presses the rag over your nose and mouth. There's no water this time, just his palm over your mouth and his thumb and forefinger pinching your nose. 

Your body involuntarily squirms. Your lungs burn, your head swims. He’s not letting go, maybe this is it. 

You hope there's a heaven you would like to see Simon again.  

…

“It’s been 3 days, this has to be enough.” Kyle says, slamming a folder down.

“We get one shot, we should collect everything we can. Leave no room for error.” John says he agrees with Kyle but rushing in could do more harm than good. “Laswell will be here in a few hours, we’ll go then.”

“That’s a few hours too long.” Johnny says. He’s been the most quiet, sitting behind a laptop or stacks of paperwork. It’s not the same, he’s not the same, none of them are. 

“Why don’t you go check on Simon, get something to eat.” John suggests.

“Not hungry.” 

“Coffee then.” Johnny looks over at John. It’s less of a suggestion and more of an order. He sighs, getting up, closing the laptop and walking over to the door. When Johnny opens the door he almost jumps. The doctor from the hospital is standing there, his fist clenched like he was ready to knock. 

“I wanted to speak to Captain Price.” He says, Johnny frowns moving to the side. John stands up nodding him in. 

“I want to help. I had no idea this was going to happen. I thought it was because you took the helo. I told her it was supposed to stay.” he says, Johnny stands behind him crossing his arms. 

“I didn't know he was going to torture her. She’s not a traitor, I can vouch for her.” The doctor says, he seems genuine. John sighs, sitting back down. He’s fidgeting, seems like he really didn’t know how fucked things were. His word isn’t worth much but at least there’s more people in your corner and he can definitely get access to the hospital computers. At least then that makes it easier to prove your movements. The doctor's pager goes off and he turns his body to look. 

“Can I?” He asks, pointing at the phone on the table. Price nods, rubbing his chin. Anything to get you out quicker, Johnny was right making you wait a few more hours is a few hours too long. 

“Is she breathing?”

Something makes the hairs stand up on the back of John’s neck, he looks at the doctor, something feels wrong.

“Okay, I’m on my way.” The doctor puts the phone down.

“It’s the custody wing. You might want to come.” The doctor says. John is on his feet in an instant, he doesn't need to order Kyle or Johnny. He knows they’re following.

…

You wake to pain on your chest. You cough, spluttering as someone grips your face forcing your mouth open. Bile rises in your stomach and before you can stop yourself you vomit. Someone pulls your body on its side. Your vision is still blurry, as your heave emptying your stomach of all the water you’ve ingested. 

‘What the fuck were you thinking!?’ 

‘Your job was to get intel, you almost killed her!’

Your body shakes hands run over you. You blink trying to clear your vision, it's not working. 

‘Christ! What’s going on!?’ 

You recognise the voice. It’s John. Graves said they’d left you. You force your body to turn on your stomach, someone is trying to stop you. You groan out trying to drag yourself to the open door.

“Hey, don’t move okay?” It’s Dr. Sand's hands trying to stop you from moving. 

“John?” You call out your throat raw as you reach out to the door. There's movement in the doorway, you squeeze your eyes closed again. 

Warm hands press on your face, you open your eyes looking up at John bent down in front of you. You look up into his deep blue eyes. His thumb rubs your cheek.

He didn't leave you. He’s still here, you try to smile but you don't think you can. 

“Captain, I can explain.” That’s the General’s voice. 

His hands leave your face and your head slumps on the floor. 

“Soap, Gaz stay with her. The General and I need to have a chat.” There's hostility in his voice. He’s angry.

Johnny bends down by your head. His arm comes round your back. 

“Don’t move her too much, medics are on their way.” 

“Hear that lass, we’re getting you out of here.” Johnny says.

“Simon.” Your voice is barely a whisper. Johnny frowns at you. 

“General-” 

“Stand down Graves.” 

“Sir-”

“Did you not hear him? Back off.” There’s a scuffle, boots dragging on the floor, you keep looking up at Johnny, he’s trying to keep your attention on him. Tears are streaming down your face. Your whole body hurts your chest is the worst.

“Gaz! Leave it, stay with Soap.” 

“Johnny..” 

“You’re okay lass, just relax.” 

You don't know what happened, the last thing you remember was Grave’s hand over your face. You hear more commotion it makes your head spin. They’re trying to move you onto your back but it hurts.

Your eyes droop closed before you can stop them, going limp in Johnny's arms. 

“No, none of that lass. C’mon.” He shakes you forcing your eyes to snap open. You can feel fresh tears run down your cheeks. You try to keep your eyes open but you can’t, it’s just too hard. 

______________________

“Obviously we can both agree that Commander Graves has gone too far.” The General says lacing his fingers together and leaning forward on the desk. John doesn’t say anything, he keeps his arms crossed. Too far is putting it lightly. 

The General swallows, blowing out a breath. Clearly John is not giving the reaction he wanted. 

“I think that we’re both in agreement that we can put this all behind us.” He picks up one of the folders John slammed down in front of him. He had read them in silence, scanning his eyes over every piece of paper that exonerated you. “You have done a thorough job Captain, I don’t think there is any further need to suspect her.” 

Price just hums pressing his lips together. He doesn’t take his eyes off him, staring him down. He’s scared, Graves almost killed you, he did kill you for over a minute. If you died Graves could have lost everything. The General would be making frantic phone calls to whoever he needs to, you were tortured and died on his watch he let it happen. There’s a knock at the door interrupting John’s thought process. 

The General calls in whoever it is leaning back in his chair. John knows who it is, he stands up moving to the side so Laswell can walk in. The General frowns, tipping his head to the side.

“Good to see you again.” She says walking up to his desk, John moves out the way for her. “Torturing an innocent army medic.”  

“Mistakes happen.” 

“For 3 days?” John says, it’s a low blow, he doesn’t care. She puts down a piece of paper. 

“The DOD will cover your ass, you’ll be dishonorably discharged but you won’t face prison time. No one ever needs to know what happened.” She explains. He scoffs, like he has a choice.

“Or, there’s a British General a few hours away who would love to sit down and have a chat with you. After John of course.” The General's eyes flick to him standing at the back of the room, there’s a faint smile on his lips. There won’t be much talking.

He sighs looking down at the paper. 

“C’mon, let’s give him some time to think.” John says walking to the door. Laswell follows silently, she did good, as always. He lets her walk out first before taking one look back then closes the door behind him. 

“Think he’ll take the deal?” She asks as they walk away.

“If he’s smart.” He replies. His tone is short, his words laced with anger. It’s not over yet. 

“What now?” She asks stopping outside the room he commandeered as his office.

“Now I'm going after Graves.” 

______________________

You smell the familiar scent of disinfectant and alcohol wash before you open your eyes. The repetitive beeping of machines behind your head, the dulled pain. It almost feels wrong being back in a safe sterile environment after what you’ve been through.

You look round, the lights are low, it’s dark out. Johnny is asleep in the chair next to the bed, his head slumped over on your arm, his fingers laced with yours. So that’s why your arm is numb. You reach over with your other hand, you push your fingers through his hair. 

He jolts awake, like he’s just been electrocuted, his hand squeezing yours. “Hey lass, I’m so sorry it took us so long.” He’s on his feet wrapping his arms around you. A stabbing pain shoots through your chest, your head is still swimming. 

“Ouch,” you wince. 

“Sorry, sorry. You’ve got a broken rib.” he says, helping lay back down. You try to think back to what happened. It’s still foggy, you don’t even know how long it’s been. 

“Simon.” You say before you can stop yourself. It brings tears, tears you can’t stop as you think about him being dead.  

“He’s fine, woke up yesterday. Being his usual demanding self.” Johnny smiles. You frown almost not believing the words out his mouth. Maybe this is still a dream, he raises his eyebrow as you gawk at him. 

“Graves-” his name catches in your throat, your voice is hoarse. “He said Simon was dead.” Johnny lets out a breath bringing your hand up to kiss it. 

“Want to see him?” He asks. You nod, a bit too enthusiastically. Johnny insists you take a wheelchair, you don’t care, you just want to see him, feel him. Tell him you’re sorry. It feels like the short trip across to the ward is taking forever. When you turn into the room and see him sitting up in bed talking with Kyle. 

When he sees you he stops talking, Kyle turns to see you too. He smiles and comes over, throwing his arms round you as you groan. 

“Shit sorry. I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Kyle says. You smile at him. Johnny pushes you round to the side of the bed. Simon watches you the whole way in silence, his eyes dark. You don’t know what to say, you don’t think he does either. 

You reach out and take his hand, you’re moving slow almost like you’re not trying to spook him. You lace your fingers with his and he squeezes your hand, his thumb brushing yours. This time it’s happy tears that fall. You look up at him, you could swear you see his eyes welling up too. 

You stand up out the chair, your legs feel like jelly but you don’t care leaning against his bed. 

“I forgive you Simon.” You look right in his eyes, it’s almost just saying that forces him to relax. You don’t let him talk, just lean over and kiss him. His hand slips out yours and goes to your waist holding you steady. You break from the kiss taking a breath in. 

It feels like a weight has been lifted. You thought he was dead and you were ready to die with him. He’s here, he’s real and he’s safe. Johnny’s hands come up to support you. 

“Shift over LT let her get in with you.” Johnny says. Simon doesn’t hesitate shifting his body over and pulling the bedding back. You slip in beside him, he reaches his arm around you pulling you up against his chest. You don’t care about the stabbing pain where your rib is broken. 

You relax against him as he gently squeezes you.

“Had to get shot too huh? Couldn’t let Johnny have all the glory.” You say, he hums kissing the top of your head. It feels right being back in his arms, Johnny and Kyle nearby. 

“Can’t have that ego of his getting any bigger.” 

“Na, he just wants a matching scar.”  Johnny says scoffing. You smile, closing your eyes and breathing Simon in. You can feel it, in the back of your head. The memories, the pain, graves face bending over you. The water, holding your breath until your lungs burn and you’re forced suck in air only to have water fill your mouth and nose. 

It’s different this time, you’re not alone. It wasn’t the people you love who hurt you, now you can heal together you hope. You open your eyes, you’re safe. You’re in Simon’s arms, he’s okay he’s not dead. 

“Where’s John?” You ask.

“Beating Graves to a pulp probably.” Kyle says. You smile at him as he reaches over to pull the blanket further up your chest. “He’ll be here soon. You should get some rest. I’ll go find him, tell him you’re awake.” 

“I’ll join you, could use a coffee.” Johnny says. You smile as you watch them leave the room. Simon holds you tighter in his arms, his hand running up and down your side. You’ve missed this, missed him. 

You close your eyes, relaxing against him. “I love you Simon.” 

“I love you too.” He says kissing the top of your head. “This will never ever happen again. I promise.” 

“Make that promise once Makarov is dead.” 

“Only if you promise to come back and help us put a bullet in his head.” You chuckle, like he’s in any position to haggle you. 

“Promise.” 

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[mcondance]

listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 18+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear you go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

[cyberclouddream]

Sun Overlays Through the Houses

1st House [ Self-Identity ]

Balanced: When someone’s Sun lands in your 1st house, it’s like having a spotlight on you 24/7. If this connection is healthy, it can feel empowering. You’ll get a massive ego boost because they’ll constantly remind you of your strengths, encouraging you to step into your power and embrace who you are. They see you, really see you, and it feels damn good to be acknowledged like that. You might even find yourself feeling more confident, motivated, and capable. It’s a shot of energy straight into your veins that propels you to show up as the best version of yourself.

Unbalanced: On the flip side, if this connection is out of whack, it’s going to feel like they’re shining a spotlight on everything you hate about yourself. They’ll have an almost suffocating presence, making you feel like you’re constantly being judged or, worse, like they’re trying to mold you into something you’re not. Every interaction becomes about their need to see themselves in you. It’s exhausting. You’ll either feel like you’re under constant scrutiny or like you’re being forced to live up to their vision of who you should be. It’s ego warfare, and you’re the one losing.

2nd House [ Values & Possessions ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 2nd house, they’ll illuminate your relationship with money, values, and self-worth. A good connection here can help you stabilize your finances and get clear on what truly matters to you. They might even come in clutch with financial advice or material support, helping you feel more secure in your foundation. You’ll probably feel more confident about what you bring to the table—both in relationships and in life. Their influence can elevate your sense of self-worth and push you to value yourself at a higher level.

Unbalanced: If this person’s energy is off, it can feel like they’re pushing their values, possessions, or even financial opinions onto you. You’ll feel like you can’t make a decision without their judgment hovering over you, and they’ll likely be critical of your money habits or lifestyle. This can lead to you second-guessing yourself, feeling like your way of managing resources or defining success isn’t “good enough.” Worse, they might use their material resources to manipulate or control you, dangling money or support like a carrot to keep you in line. It’s a toxic mess of power plays and control.

3rd House [ Communication & Learning ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 3rd house can be like a match igniting your mind. You’ll find yourself engaging in stimulating conversations, learning new things, and sharing ideas like never before. This person will encourage you to express yourself openly, without holding back, and their intellectual curiosity will push you to broaden your own knowledge base. They might even open up networking opportunities or introduce you to new people who challenge you in the best ways. It’s an energizing connection that lights up your communication skills and gives you a mental edge.

Unbalanced: If things are off, though, their Sun in your 3rd house means they won’t shut up or, worse, they’ll dominate every conversation. You’ll constantly feel overshadowed, like your thoughts or ideas don’t matter, because they’ll be too busy lecturing you about their opinions. It’s suffocating. They’ll act like they have the intellectual high ground, and you’ll find yourself resenting every conversation because it turns into a competition for who’s smarter or more informed. You’ll leave interactions feeling small, unheard, and downright frustrated. They’ll crush your voice, and you’ll start questioning if you’re even worth listening to.

4th House [ Home & Family ]

Balanced: If their Sun is in your 4th house, they’ll bring warmth and attention to your home life. You might feel a sense of safety and emotional support from them, as if they understand the deeper, more personal aspects of who you are. This is the type of person you can build a solid foundation with, and they’ll make your home or family life feel more secure and stable. You’ll feel emotionally nourished by their presence, like they provide a soft place to land after a hard day. They shine a light on what makes you feel at home—both physically and emotionally.

Unbalanced: But if things go south, their Sun in your 4th house feels like an invasion of your personal space. They’ll start pushing their own ideas of what “home” and “family” should be, making you feel trapped in your own space. They might criticize your relationship with your family or try to impose their family dynamics onto you, as if their way is the only right way. You’ll feel like you have zero privacy, as if they’re constantly prying into your emotional world and overstepping boundaries. What should feel like comfort quickly turns into emotional smothering, and you’ll start dreading the very idea of “home” when they’re involved.

5th House [ Creativity & Pleasure ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 5th house, this is where the fun really starts. They bring creativity, joy, and excitement into your life. You’ll feel more inspired to pursue your passions, whether it’s a creative project, a romance, or something else that brings you pleasure. They make life more vibrant, and you’ll find yourself letting loose, having more fun, and exploring new ways to express yourself. It’s a highly playful, carefree energy that brings out the best in you when it comes to enjoying life’s pleasures.

Unbalanced: If this energy goes unchecked, though, they can quickly turn into a drama king or queen. Everything becomes about them—their creative projects, their fun, their joy—while you get pushed into the background. They might hog the spotlight, make everything about their own sense of entertainment, and leave you feeling like a supporting actor in your own damn life. The worst part is, they could stir up unnecessary drama just to keep things exciting for themselves. Their influence might make you feel exhausted, used, or even resentful because they’re sucking all the fun and creativity out of you.

6th House [ Work & Health ]

Balanced: This is where they push you to get your shit together. With their Sun in your 6th house, you’ll find yourself getting more organized, focused, and disciplined. They help you clean up your routines, whether that’s your daily work habits or how you take care of your health. You’ll likely feel motivated to make real improvements in your everyday life, and their influence will encourage you to adopt better habits that lead to long-term success. They’re like the personal trainer of your life, pushing you to be your best self without being overbearing.

Unbalanced: But if things aren’t balanced, this can feel like they’re constantly criticizing how you handle your life. They’ll start nitpicking your work ethic, your health routines, and your day-to-day responsibilities, making you feel like nothing you do is good enough. Instead of feeling motivated, you’ll feel micromanaged and stressed out. It’s like having someone breathe down your neck all the time, judging your every move. They might even come across as condescending, acting like they know how to manage your life better than you do. It’s irritating as hell, and you’ll probably start to resent their presence altogether.

7th House [ Partnerships & Marriage ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 7th house is textbook for strong partnerships. You’ll feel like this person is the missing piece you’ve been searching for, someone who complements you perfectly and helps you grow in relationships. They encourage balance, fairness, and harmony, and you feel like you can truly be yourself with them. Whether it’s a romantic relationship, business partnership, or close friendship, they make you feel like a team, and their energy enhances your ability to connect with others on a deep, meaningful level.

Unbalanced: But if things go south, their Sun in your 7th house becomes a nightmare of codependency and control. They’ll start to dominate the relationship, making it all about their needs, desires, and ego. You’ll feel like you’re being overshadowed, and instead of feeling like an equal partner, you’ll start to feel like an accessory to their life. They might manipulate you emotionally, making you feel like you can’t exist without them or like you’re constantly in debt to their presence. It’s exhausting and can lead to serious issues with your sense of independence.

8th House [ Intimacy & Transformation ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 8th house, shit gets real. This person pushes you to face your fears, dive deep into intimacy, and confront parts of yourself you’d rather ignore. They ignite a powerful transformation within you, forcing you to evolve in ways you didn’t know were possible. The connection is intense, intimate, and deeply transformative. This is where you bond on a soul level, sharing your darkest truths and experiencing emotional, psychological, or even sexual breakthroughs. They help you tap into your power and face your own shadow.

Unbalanced: On the other hand, their presence can feel suffocating and way too intense if things aren’t balanced. They might push you to reveal more than you’re comfortable with or pry into your personal life in ways that feel invasive. You might feel like they’re trying to control you through emotional manipulation, using your vulnerabilities against you. Instead of a partnership built on trust, it becomes a power struggle that leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You’ll start to dread the depth of the connection, wishing for some emotional space instead of drowning in their intensity.

9th House [ Philosophy & Higher Learning ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 9th house is an invitation to explore the world. You’ll feel inspired to expand your horizons, whether that’s through travel, higher education, or philosophical discussions. They encourage you to question your beliefs and think bigger, pushing you out of your comfort zone and into a world of possibilities. It’s refreshing and stimulating, and you’ll find yourself growing in ways you never expected. Together, you might embark on adventures that reshape your understanding of life, encouraging a more open-minded and expansive outlook.

Unbalanced: If this connection is imbalanced, they might turn into a know-it-all, shoving their beliefs down your throat as if theirs is the only perspective that matters. Conversations can become exhausting lectures instead of stimulating discussions, and you’ll start feeling trapped in a dogma that doesn’t resonate with you. Instead of feeling encouraged to explore and learn, you’ll feel constrained and criticized for your beliefs. You might even begin to question your own worldview, feeling small or inferior to their “wisdom.” It’s like being dragged along on a journey that’s not yours, leading to resentment and frustration.

10th House [ Career & Public Life ]

Balanced: With their Sun in your 10th house, this person can give your career a major boost. You’ll feel inspired to pursue your ambitions and take on leadership roles, as they shine a light on your potential for success. They may support your goals in tangible ways—helping you network, providing advice, or even collaborating on projects. You’ll feel empowered to chase after your professional dreams, and their influence can open up significant opportunities for growth and recognition in your public life.

Unbalanced: But if their energy is off, this placement can quickly become a nightmare. They might overshadow you in your career, hogging the spotlight and making everything about their ambitions. You’ll feel like you’re living in their shadow, struggling to establish your own identity while they constantly demand attention. They could manipulate situations to make themselves look good at your expense, turning your achievements into their own accolades. It’s a power struggle, and instead of feeling empowered, you’ll be left feeling frustrated, overlooked, and resentful of their influence.

11th House [ Friendships & Aspirations ]

Balanced: Their Sun in your 11th house can bring a refreshing surge of energy to your social life and shared goals. This connection can feel like a breath of fresh air, encouraging you to engage with friends, network, and work toward common aspirations. They inspire you to pursue your hopes and dreams, making you feel like you can achieve anything together. Whether it’s collaborating on projects, getting involved in social causes, or just having a good time with friends, their presence amplifies your sense of community and belonging.

Unbalanced: However, if this relationship is off, they could turn into a self-centered friend who makes everything about them. You might feel like your own hopes and dreams take a backseat to their desires, leaving you feeling unappreciated and frustrated. Their need for attention can overshadow the group dynamic, turning friendships into competitions for who can be the loudest or most impressive. Instead of feeling supported, you’ll feel stifled, and your aspirations might seem trivial in comparison to their overblown ego.

12th House [ Spirituality & Subconscious ]

Balanced: When their Sun is in your 12th house, it’s a deeply spiritual and transformative connection. They shine a light on your subconscious, encouraging you to face your inner demons and embrace your spiritual journey. This person might help you explore hidden aspects of yourself, offering insights that lead to profound growth. It’s an intimate bond where you can explore the depths of your emotions, dreams, and spirituality together, creating a safe space for vulnerability and healing. You might even feel like they’re a guide helping you navigate your inner world.

Unbalanced: If things are out of balance, though, their energy can become overwhelming. They might drag you into their emotional chaos, forcing you to confront issues you’re not ready to face. Instead of providing comfort, they could exacerbate your anxieties and insecurities, leaving you feeling exposed and raw. You might feel like you’re constantly losing yourself in their drama, struggling to maintain your sense of identity. This connection can quickly feel suffocating, and instead of spiritual growth, you’ll end up feeling like you’re drowning in someone else’s issues.

[rebelliousstories]

Flirting Gone Wrong

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Brief Mentions of Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,040

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: After a while, most people would throw in the towel. Thankfully, or unfortunately, Remy is not most people.

Consider A Donation: Here

Remy was at the kitchen, sulking as he stared at the group on the other side of the room. No matter what he did, no matter what he said, they just would not join him in the fun. After a while, Gambit thought that they might not be interested in him. But Storm had put a quick stop to that thought in his head. According to her, they really did like him, yet, for some reason they were not acting on it.

For months, he had been trying to make a move on the person. And every time he did it, they found another way to negate his attempts. Each time he laid down a line, they took it literally or chuckled it away. If he tried to wrap an arm around them, they ducked out of the way. If he tried to give them pastries or treats, they always split them with whoever else was around.

Safe to say, Gambit did not think that they liked him as Storm claimed. But he kept trying. Hoping that one day he would be able to win them over. However, there he sat. Sulking over the fact that they were laughing about something with Rogue and Wolverine across the kitchen.

“Are you going to sit there and stare at them all day?” Jubilee asked, saddling up to where the Cajun was.

“I jus’ don’t get it, petite. Storm says they like me too, but they ain’t doin’ nothin’ to prove that. Jus’ treatin’ me like one of the rest o’ ya.” He lamented, dropping his chin on to the heel of his hand. Remy’s body sagged with the weight of a deep breath leaving his body.

“Gambit, listen. When we have our nightly talks, I can tell how much they like you. They’re just a little afraid to show it. Have you tried talking to them about it? Maybe seeing why they won’t return the affection?” This gave the man pause. He shook his head when he realized that he had never stopped to ask them why they were acting like this.

“Well, there’s your problem,” she shoved Gambit gently, “go talk to them about it. Because, if I’m being totally honest, I can’t deal with another day of you two pinning after each other. It’s frustrating in a sweet way.”

“You’re right, petite. Gambit should just go talk to them. Been beatin’ ‘round da bush too much.” He said with such conviction that Jubilee cheered. As he began to walk across the room, Remy stopped, turned back around, and held a worried look on his face.

“What should I say?” Jubilee rolled her eyes, but got up to go near him anyways.

“Something that’ll get you two together and not this ridiculous pining!”

The girl turned him back around, and shoved him hard towards the group. He stumbled, and nearly fell which caught everyone’s attention. Feeling his cheeks heat up, Remy chuckled nervously. Gambit shot a dangerous look back at the girl that had pushed him, who only smirked at him in return.

“You alright there, Gambie?” They asked, coming closer to offer a helping hand up. He only hoped that his confidence did not fail him now.

“Course I am, pistache. Listen, can I talk to you real quick? Alone?” Remy wondered quietly. They nodded and began to lead the both of them out of the kitchen towards the hallway. Sitting in silence for a while, Remy kept his eyes trained to the floor below as he tried to muster his courage back up.

“So…” they started, “what did you want to talk about?” The man was trying very hard to put his thoughts into words, but that was going horribly. They sat in silence for another minute before he composed himself.

“Do you like me at all?” He blurted out.

“Of course I do, Gambie. Why-“

“Not as a friend or another member of da team? But as a romantic partner?”

It was now their turn to become silent. Chewing their lip, their eyes stayed on the ground below them. Remy’s silver boots were now the most interesting things in the world. They knew that he was trying to get their attention back on him by calling their name, but they felt their mouth getting dry.

“And what if I do,” came their question once they could speak. Remy came closer to them so he was now in their bubble.

“Well, I’d love nothin’ more, pistache. Cause I’m right there with ya. Jus’ neva thought you liked ol’ Gambit is all. Neva game no signs or nothin’.” His hand scratched the back of his head as he admitted his feelings.

“Oh, no, Gambie. Don’t think that. I just never expected you to like someone like me.” Tilting his head to the side in what could only be described as a puppy tilt, Remy looked confused.

“Whatcha mean, pistache? We both mutants.” They groaned just a bit as they realized they needed to spell it out for the Cajun.

“No. That’s not what I meant, Remy. I mean, I never expected you to like someone that was asexual.” When he did not speak, they continued. “I don’t feel any sexual attraction. I want to go on dates and have a relationship, but sex grosses me out. I just don’t see the point to it.”

They teared up a bit when Remy had not spoken still. Realizing he had a fleeting moment, he rushed to take them in his arms comfortingly.

“Oh, pistache. Don’t think that now. Gambit don’t care. You jus’ keep bein’ lovin’ you, and we’ll figure it out from there. Ain’t gotta do nothin’ you uncomfortable with now.” He ran a hand over their head as he spoke, hoping that his words were able to get through.

“You really don’t care?”

“Non, pistache. Just care ‘bout you.”

The tears went away near immediately at this. Pulling away, they were able to look him in the eyes with joy this time. Raising onto their tiptoes, they pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush. He reciprocated as soon as he got the go ahead, and boy did he enjoy watching their cheeks light up in flames.

[astropookie]

Ascendants at different degrees 🦚🦢

my natal mercury is square with transiting mercury 😭 km pls. my mind has been a MESS I can’t and that’s why all my fucking ideas seemed difficult to write. srry if it’s not it.

julianlandini

Ascendant at Pisces degree (12° or 24°)

that’s fucking meee. i have this fairy vibe or they often call me hippie. that sensible and humanitarian side it’s there, the wanting to contribute for the best of others, to make that world they dreamed of basing it on the different perspective of others, of what the other have felt and how they have felt when they witnessed it. since the origin, since the depth of things. the path of their life is about to express themselves and to speak for others? The ones that couldn’t spoke? Bc all their life they have been listening to them, looking from a side the reality they’re scared of. -they’ve been psychologists if you want to call it that way-. They want to give love, they have so much love to give. During a period of their life -mostly childhood- they could have felt isolated from the world, these period of time could have been pretty sensible for them and helped them to “open their eyes”, how the world they thought worked was a lie.

Ascendant at Taurus degree (2°, 14° or 26°)

the difference of a person when the degree of the ascendant changes it’s incredible. There’s two people in my life that have aries rising but the one with taurus is completely different of the other. How a person with taurus degree on their ascendant live or the vibe of their life…they want comfort but at the same time have to have what they want, they’re persistent in to what they want and that’s attractive. I have seen people with this placement having a lot of romantic interactions or situationships, it’s easy for them to attract lovers👅 I’ve noticed they make good use of opportunities, they remind me of a bear bc I want to hug them no matter what. They’re realistic or practical. They indeed are critical with food, they need to take their nap to feel good. They’re like old people, how they point out manners and limits people have to have on their perspective and etc. I’ve seen a lot of people with these placement that had moved to their natal place to other bc of the opportunities. could mean also they are part of a family that can provide them economic support or/but with time they had struggle with it.

Ascendant at Aries degree (1°, 13° or 25°)

they’re pretty erratic, they look fucking mad all the time. They’re impulsive, their emotions, their decisions, they don’t know how they ended up the way they ended up. You can see from aside they’re natural liders. however, their whole life they’ve been fighting for being the liders of their life. there’s people around them that don’t understand limits, that think they have the right to control the aries degree life. these placement have to learn that they have the right to stand up for they want even if others don’t want to or don’t let them. they want to have something build by their own, THEIR thing, if not they’ll feel lost. they follow their heart and not doing it will cause problems in the future.

Ascendant at Capricorn degree (10° or 22°)

I have a friend that has Leo ascendant but she wasn’t giving me the stereotypical explosive energy someone expects from a leo. I did my research 😌 and of course she has a Capricorn degree. She is a very career focused person, grounded and driven by her goals. Also an introvert or priorities the company of the ones she likes the most or thinks is the best. She’s studying to be a doctor, her whole life will revolve around her work, she is devoted and has a BIG heart for her loved ones and the ones that would be part of her path. She looks serious. They’re seemed as reserved bc they’re 🤪 and when you get to know them they’re a beautiful soul. They won’t let anything get into their way when it comes to their career and goals, they’ll risk it all. Around their life they’ve had this introverted behavior or they’re Saturn ruled, which means they know bc they have to experience things, little by little but they have had and have to. In other words, they have seen and been in difficult situations that later -bc they have the power- analyzed the situation in 3er person to comprehend bc if not saturn will do what they do🤭

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer, I just love astrology and I’m willing to learn.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[jemmo]

seriously I don’t think any show has captured the pain of being a bystander more than miseinen. like i just can’t stop thinking about everything he’s told in this episode and everything he sees and how powerless he is to do anything about it. when you say bystander, you think of people that chose to do nothing, who just stand on the sidelines and watch but don’t get involved. and maybe that’s how minase started out, but this show proves over and over again that it’s not a choice anymore. given the choice and ability, minase would stand up and do something. he’s not the person anymore stood outside hirukawa’s house with the emergency number dialed but ultimately doesn’t do it. bc he cares too much now, and when you care, you want to help. but the world is so rigid in what they expect of him and hirukawa that there is no way to help.

i keep thinking about what the teacher said at the start of the ep. this doesn’t concern you. it’s already settled. don’t make your parents worry. when minase says he’s telling the truth, he’s told to focus on what’s important- and so the truth isn’t important here, neither is what hirukawa thinks or minase thinks. it’s what someone has already decided they are, and they are just too busy or just don’t care enough to go to the effort to see whether that decision is right. it doesn’t affect them whether hirukawa is the awful person they think he is or misunderstood, to them he’s just a part of the job they want to deal with and move on. even though no other adults are as present as hirukawa’s dad or minase’s mom, the show still has these small moments that show us that there is no other option for them to get help bc no one at school cares either. i said before they live in a world of ignorance where they’re unable to ignore, and so they deal with it all instead of being able to find help. and it feels equally horrible when you consider that unlike a parent, who yes should feel some responsibility or obligation but ultimately there’s nothing holding them to that, teachers are employed and paid to care, they should help these kids as much as they teach them, so to see them chose ignorance too is just as hurtful.

and back to minase, this episode showed us perfectly how much it can hurt when you know you can’t do anything. he can’t comfort hirukawa no matter how much he wants to if hirukawa won’t let him, he can’t change his mind and how he thinks of himself bc hirukawa’s trauma traps him in that mindset. he can’t stay by hirukawa’s side and support him if hirukawa sends him anyway, he can’t fight against what someone who’s hurting wants, all he can do is listen, bc no one ever listens to what hirukawa wants, so he will, even if it hurts him, even if he knows that it’ll hurt hirukawa too. minase is done with being a bystander but even here he is forced to be one, bc the truth doesn’t get through to hirukawa just like it didn’t get through to that teacher. what’s right, which would be to stay with hirukawa and help him, doesn’t matter just like it didn’t matter to that teacher, all he can do is listen and do as they say when people tell him to walk away, that he can’t do anything. and that’s why this show is excellent, bc it makes me feel the pain of knowing but being powerless just as much as I do the pain of actually experiencing these things.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Featuring the Akatsuki and how they would spend Halloween with a Darling that loves the spooky season!

Itachi

Itachi is rather introverted and doesn't like parties or loud events. He could, of course, put on a smile and interact with anyone if it was for your sake, but he will be looking forward to being alone with you once again. Plainly put, he has no interest in other people.

He finds your excitement cute and might suggest that you spend a quiet evening in the graveyard, feeding the ravens and discussing horror movies and literature. It's peaceful, comforting and fitting. Oh, he just loves hearing your voice.

Truly, what could be more romantic than debating ghoulish matters among the dead and decayed? For Itachi it is a statement in itself, that your love prevails over everything. Perhaps even foreshadowing, if anyone ever dares to interfere.

Kisame

Kisame will be happy to comply with any proposal as long as you're by his side. That's really the only requirement for his successful Halloween. If you prefer larger events, he will dutifully keep suitors away and allow you to mingle with your friends. Otherwise a cozy evening indoors will suffice.

Now listen, when it comes to horror movies I’m sure the first thought is usually Jaws. But I had this picture in my head: watching Silent Hill with Kisame and getting him to dress up as Pyramid Head. If there’s a costume party happening, he’ll be right behind you in that bloodied up apron and great knife dragging along.

In fact, you could even go for a matching costume, such as Bubble Head Nurse. Kisame takes his role very seriously, so naturally once you’re alone he might just do what Pyramid Head does. You can tell he’s been looking forward to it once his imposing gloved hand is around your throat, grip tightening in anticipation.

Sasori

Sasori will be against any social event, so you better not pester him with any of those annoying Halloween parties. He does not care for it and he finds it an utter waste of time that could be spent with you instead. Why do you need the company of others?

If you must celebrate in some way, he’d much rather compromise on some quiet, cultural activity. Perhaps some museum exhibition, or a candlelight organ concert in a church. Even better, a horror movie at home so he doesn’t have to worry about perverts eyeing you.

I like to think he’d enjoy Tim Burton movies. They’re artsy and tasteful and a lot of the recurring themes might pique his interest. You’ll finish watching Edward Scissorhands and notice he’s been thoughtfully gazing at you for some time. Is anything wrong? Not really. He’d just been pondering that you won’t be allowed to grow old. He’ll make sure of it.

Deidara

Deidara is a thrill seeker and will absolutely share your enthusiasm for Halloween. Costume parties, haunted houses, amusement parks, you name it. He loves a good scare and might even compile an elaborate list of activities to make sure you have the best time. Truth be told, seeing you enjoying yourself might be the actual highlight.

He won’t mind, however, if you’d prefer a less intense evening. There’s plenty of things to do away from the crowd, such as pumpkin carving. He’ll do his best to impress you with his artistic skills, presenting highly elaborate carvings, often depicting your favorite things. He lives to entertain you.

If he thinks about it, this is a perfect opportunity to prove to you that really no one else compares. His love for you is unmatched. And as he likes to say, the holiday isn’t complete until it ends with a bang ;) (Had to make the joke)

Kakuzu

Ugh. Kakuzu just dreads the upcoming holidays. It’s all puerile, commercial quackery and he does his best to ignore the nonsense. Or he used to, at the very least. As much as it irritates him, your disappointed expression might be even more unbearable. He does have a soft spot for you, after all.

So fine, go ahead. Do your silly little Halloween shenanigans. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with other people. It’s really just the best for everyone involved. You wouldn’t want some poor soul complimenting your outfit to immediately meet their demise at the hands of your intimidating boyfriend. His patience might be thin, but when it comes to you it’s basically nonexistent.

Ideally it’ll be just you and him. Graveyards, horror movies, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, whatever your little heard desires. If he’s in a good mood, he might even be willing to don a matching costume.

Hidan

Given Hidan’s beliefs, he’s not very impressed by some pagan invention, although he does enjoy the activities that come with it. It’s his guilty pleasure. Especially because he gets to see you all dressed up.

That might just be the main reason, really. You. He loves seeing your excitement and would do anything to entertain it. He enjoys social events where he can show you off, but doing things alone as a couple is also perfectly fine. Okay, if he’s entirely honest, he would very much like to parade you around as his.

All the gore and the terror really gets him into the mood. By the end of the day he’ll be a starved man, and you can be sure that once he gets his hands on you it will be a bloody, scratching, biting mess. He’s probably the type to suggest you do it in a graveyard for the thrills.

Pein

Pein pretends not to care, but he is very much aware your favorite holiday is approaching. He’ll prepare weeks in advance to make sure he won’t have any paperwork or surprise missions. The day will be entirely dedicated to you.

He will either quietly follow you around to whatever plans you’ve made, like a loyal dog, or will conjure his own activities in case you didn’t expect too much productivity to be possible. Oh, the things he’ll do for your sake. Anything for a glimpse of that genuine smile.

You’re quite amused by the fact that Pein retains his serious expression no matter what jumpscares come your way. Impressed, you can’t help but ask him: “Is there even anything that frightens you?” And he won’t have to contemplate an answer for long. Naturally the thought of losing you. All the other artificial horrors pale in comparison. But you needn’t worry, he will never, ever allow it to happen.

Konan

Konan is only mildly excited about Halloween, but she will never say no to spending time with you. Additionally, it comes with the opportunity of doing arts and crafts as a way to relax. Forget buying decorations, she’ll be crafting the most exquisite garlands and ornaments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She prefers to keep to herself. If you desire to attend a social gathering, she won’t downright refuse, but she’ll maintain her distance from the crowd and count the hours until you’re alone and together.

I feel like she would treat it as a spooky Valentine’s Day. She’ll show up with an elaborate gothic bouquet of flowers and a card quoting your favorite horror book or movie. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, as she lovingly once read in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You’re her very own undying romance.

Tobi

You might think you’re excited for Halloween, but it quickly fades when compared to Tobi’s enthusiasm. Before you can even mention it to him, he will present you with a full itinerary of things to do together. He has been counting the days, constantly daydreaming of having all the fun in the world with you.

Similarly childish is his possessiveness. You find his little bouts of jealousy when you’re among other people terribly cute, as he pouts and tries to drag you away, reminding you dramatically that he’s your Halloween date. Only him.

Although you’re taken aback by his abrupt change of tone, when at some point during the night the silly threats turn into a deep, jarring voice demanding your undivided attention. Surprised? It’s a holiday of frights, after all. Perhaps he’ll show you how scary he can be if he wants to.

[358jours]

Yanqing x GN!Reader⎢But I’m so ‘eepy

Word Count⎢1300

Genre/Tags⎢SFW, fluff, Reader is a big introvert and is sleep deprived, shopping dates, PDA, written and posted before game launch⎢Crossposted on AO3

You stifle another yawn as Yanqing drags you around. You’re holding hands, fingers laced together. He walks ahead of you, loud joy in his steps. He’s almost always sporting a smile in public, but the happiness radiating off of him right now is something else. He forced you out of your room today, and though you love his presence, your social battery can only last so long. At this point, you’re practically dead weight he’s carrying on his own.

Yanqing is an energetic young man, extroverted, optimistic, though perhaps a bit naive. He enjoys anything that has to do with swords the most such as taking care of them, training, competitions. He’s also a big spender on his hobbies, always ending up begging his father –or even you– to finance his basic needs. Many people are aware of who he is due to all that, and also the fact he’s the lieutenant. 

You are the opposite. An introverted soul, sleep deprived, fond of staying inside. You tend to stay up far too late into the night, kept up by good video games, and bad decisions. “I can still play, like, fifteen minutes more”, cue three am beeping on your alarm clock after hours passed unnoticed. You could count on one hand those aware of who you are too. First General Jing Yuan, the leader of the Luofu himself, then an unnamed accountant, whose existence only matters for a single reason (your pay), and Yanqing himself. Perhaps Marshal Hua might count as well as she knows about everything, but you never met her personally. 

Yanqing is the only person able to drag you out of your room for more than an hour, and the only person able to drag you out outside at all. Perhaps ‘drag you out’ is too strong a word as you always consent to going out with him, but your mood is a bit sour from your dead social battery and the fatigue in your body. As far as you’re aware, everyone on the Luofu market street has dubbed you “Yanqing’s sleepy partner” (You can’t really blame them, it would be quite awkward to ask “so what’s your name?” while your self-proclaimed knight in shining armor is right by your side). You have a very “cat and dog” personality contrast that makes people laugh, opposites attract or so they say. 

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Yanqing pulls you forward amidst the crowd. “Finally, we’ve arrived at the Artisanship Commission!”

You take a moment to take in the sight. The sun is high, barely two in the afternoon, and illuminates the red city radiantly, this shop as well. The view is beautiful, yes, but honestly your mind is so jaded, it’s hard to grasp reality. Hopefully this is the last stop for today, Aeons know you won’t survive if you don’t get your afternoon nap. You hear Yanqing's voice and– oh he’s talking to a vendor, nevermind. They seem to know each other, by the way they laugh at least. 

You look over to the swords on display. They’re all impressive, a vast range of different colors and sizes. The one you like best is mainly clear blue and has a yin-yang on its guard, it looks pretty though perhaps a bit heavy for Yanqing? The second one is thinner, it’s mainly black with white and blue accents. It would look good in his hands. The one beside it is ew full-gold yellow, and though the color is less than attractive, the details forged on it are stunning. 

You don’t notice the vendor handing Yanqing a sword. He lifts the hand you’re holding, and looks at you curiously. You let go sheepishly to which he only smiles. The vendor giggles. Ah, embarrassing. 

You space out once more while Yanqing listens with grand attention to the explanations about the ki-controlled attacks the sword can perform. You’re kind of staring at him as he tests the sword through different movements, touching the blade with the tip of his finger. It looks alright, but the swords on display are prettier. He hands it back, the vendor leaves for a moment, and comes back with another. The same happens, and again, and again, and you feel your legs more and more. Trying not to yawn becomes harder and harder.

Your interest is peaked when the vendor brings him the sword with the yin-yang guard. They talk about the features again, he moves it a bit. He hums, does bigger movements, it seems he likes this one too. You rest your head against his shoulder “I like this one.” 

He shifts his head slightly. “Really?” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty and it goes well with your outfit. You should take a dark gray scabbard to go with it.” 

Yanqing hums. He looks at the sword one last time before handing it back. “Alright, I’ll take two, and two dark gray scabbards.” 

The vendor looks very surprised, but happily obliges. They shuffle, occupied in preparing his purchases. Your partner sports a smile on his face, his happiness showing through his proud stance. You don’t fight your yawn this time, and close your eyes. You open them soon after at the sound of a pathetic whine and your name however. Yanqing’s face is contorted in dread. You’re a bit confused about what is wrong, your mind foggy— oh. 

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His wallet is completely empty. 

You laugh loudly, which makes him even more embarrassed. “Hey, come on! How am I supposed to pay now? And I already said I was taking it home too…” But it only worsens your fit. You grip onto his arm to not fall. The vendor comes back, and Yanqing hastily hides the hollow pouch. He looks at the vendor worriedly as you continue laughing against him. 

“You two are adorable together. Mind repeating your joke?” The vendor smiles at you both. 

“Yeah, thank you. Uh.” Yanqing let out an embarrassed laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. 

You recover enough to hand your credit card to the vendor. “He forgot his money at home.” Yanqing stutters as the vendor snorts. You’re handed back your card, and your partner receives his new swords. He carries them with his left arm while his right hand is occupied, as he refuses not to hold hands with you whenever you are out. 

You walk together for a bit, saying nothing. He’s not dragging you everywhere like before anymore, thankfully. The sun is still high, but at least forty minutes have passed, if not more. Yanqing is the first to break the silence, “You should name it, the sword. But it’s important so you should think deeply about it, yeah?” 

You hum, your mind occupied by other priorities. You pull him in a direction. “Nap time.” 

“What?!” He’s taken aback, clearly confused and in shock. “No way I’ll let you name it that!”

You pull him again and— push him to sit on a bench? He’s still lost, looking at you for clarification. He’s by the far side while you go sit in the middle. He’s about to ask more when you suddenly lay down. Your head goes to rest on his lap. “Nap time, wake me up in one hour or if it starts raining.” 

Yanqing opens his mouth and closes it, still confused although now flustered. “Really? Right here, right now? I thought you disliked being in public.”

You hum a bit, shifting, making yourself comfortable on the hard bench. It would take longer than one hour before getting sunburned right? So this is probably fine. Between the sun high in the sky, the soft breeze, and the comfort of Yanqing, you don’t think you’ll have much trouble resting in public. “Bed is too far, and I’m so ‘eepy.”

He huffs, although there’s a smile on his face. “Alright.” 

[writingduhh]

A, C, K, L with Schlatt pleaseee!

Hope you like it!

Jschlatt || SFW Alphabet

A - Attentiveness (Do they enjoy taking care of their s/o, or are they more fond of being taken care of? Are they good at noticing little changes in their s/o’s mood?)

He’s very attentive. He is excellent at picking up on shifts in your mood, even if they’re unnoticeable to others. He knows when something's off, no matter how subtle. He’s definitely the type that loves taking care of you. He takes on the classic ‘manly’ role, always stepping up when you need support. He insists on paying for everything (even though you fight him on it every time) He'll surprise you with your favorite snacks after a long day and knows exactly how to make you smile when you need it most. He’s extremely thoughtful and sentiments. When you're feeling down, he'll drop everything to be there for you, ready with a bear hug and a listening ear. He won’t admit he likes to be cared for, but he definitely does. He finds the most care in the small things, bringing him some lunch when he’s stuck working at his desk,

C - Cuddling (Do they like to cuddle? What’s their favorite position to cuddle in?)

Contrary to popular belief, he's incredibly cuddly, at least when it's just the two of you. When you're alone, he's all over you, craving the warmth and closeness that only you can provide. Given that he literally calls himself "big guy" and stands at an impressive 6'3", it's no surprise he loves being the big spoon. His favorite position is classic spooning, with his big arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close as if he's afraid to let you go. He revels in. With you, he lets down all his walls, showing you his tender side that few ever get to see.

D - Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Since he's an introvert, he loves quiet dates with as few people around as possible. He's a fan of staying in, but if you want to go out, he'll happily oblige. Movie nights are one of his favorite dates (especially since it's a great excuse to cuddle). He goes all out, setting up a cozy blanket fort, buying all your favorite snacks and treats, and picking out your favorite movie or a new one you've been wanting to see. He'll even dim the lights and light a few candles to set the perfect romantic ambiance.

H - Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

This man is so honest. Brutally honest. He tells you absolutely everything, even if it can be considered TMI. It just shows how much he trusts you, which means a lot coming from him. Despite this, when it comes to surprises, he's very good at keeping secrets. He loves seeing the look of delight on your face when he finally reveals what he's been planning, and it makes his heart melt every time.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 1

Finnick Odair x Y/N

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The first thing you remember after they lifted you from the arena was the hands of Capital doctors grabbing at you. Three weeks in the arena had left you extremely weak and you had a bad cut on your face but none of that mattered. They were touching you and you didn’t like that.

The second thing you remember after they lifted you from the arena was waking up chained to your hospital bed, surrounded by peacekeepers and President Snow.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the old man stated. “I wish you wouldn’t be so difficult with us.”

“Difficult?” you ask with what little voice you have left.

“It seems that you won’t let us treat your wounds, or let anyone get close to you for that matter,” he states. “The poor doctor was just trying to take your temperature when you stabbed him with a scalpel.”

“He was touching me,” you reply.

“Oh my dear we have a long road ahead of us if you are planning on remaining… difficult.”

You hadn’t meant to kill so many people. First it was 6 in the arena, then it was the doctor in the capital, then it was your first client, then it was another capital doctor and a peacekeeper trying to restrain you. By the time you came down from your lapse in sanity, you had been sentenced to house arrest in District 4’s victors village.

“Feral” is what they called you. To everyone outside of your home you were uncontrollable; crazy; even dangerous. To yourself, you were broken; confused; misunderstood. To him, you were everything.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” Linessa, the District 4 escort, calls out as she reaps the tributes for the 75th annual Hunger Games. Mags moves to volunteer but you quickly shoot her a look and she backs down. She knows you won’t hurt her, in fact, she’s one of the few people who genuinely cares for you, but she knows not to interfere when your mind is made up.

Annie shrinks into Mags’ side as you shuffle past her towards the escort. She’s another poor, misunderstood being like you. The two of you have never been friends for the simple reason that she is absolutely terrified of you and sometimes her meltdowns set you off. Maybe in a different reality you two would be friends, but not in this one.

Peacekeepers follow you to the front of the stage as you drag your shackled feet forward. This is the first time anyone besides the victors has seen you in around 5 years, and they’re getting a good look at what “feral” looks like.

The peacekeepers hold a gun to your back as you stand on the stage, head high. It’s so hot out you’re hoping you’ll sweat enough to slip your hands out of your cuffs. The district center looks the same as the last time you saw it all those years ago.

“Finnick Odair,” Linessa reads out and your head immediately snaps towards her. She lets out a small shriek and the peacekeepers tighten their hold on their guns as Finnick makes his way to the front to stand next to you. Of course, they don’t let him get anywhere near you, but you wouldn’t hurt him. You would burn the whole world to the ground if it meant protecting him.

The peacekeepers allow Mags to join you and Finnick on the train but they don’t let her anywhere near you. Finnick tries to tell them that you’re fine and won’t hurt anyone but they won’t listen.

You’re done trying to advocate for yourself. In fact, it’s useless. You haven’t spoken to anyone besides Finnick in five years. Not since your client…

Anyways, peacekeepers escort you to your room and set up guard in the hall. They’re too scared to be in the room with you, and none of the avoxes will go near you.

You wouldn’t have even been fed if it weren’t for Finnick barging into your room (despite the peacekeepers’ protests) with a plate of food. The peacekeepers made him keep the door open so they could monitor the situation but at least you could eat.

“How are you feeling?” Finnick asks as you pick at your food. You shrug your shoulders in response. He goes to lay his hand close to yours in comfort, causing one of the peace keepers to pipe up.

“Hey!” he yells, causing you to jump. “Back up Mr. Odair. We’ve been advised not to let anyone get within five feet of it.”

Finnick stands up and moves himself between you and the peacekeepers.

“First of all,” he states. “She is not an ‘it’. She’s a human being like the rest of us. Secondly, she is not a danger to me. She would never hurt me and even if she tried we both know I would win that fight. Scaring her like that is only going to set her off, and I won’t hold her back if she does. The best thing you can do, for everyone’s safety, is treat her like a human being, absolutely do not touch her, and no yelling. She’s not an animal, she’s traumatized.”

“Sir we’ve been ordered to shoot her at the first sign of agression. The capital doctors have advised us that she’s a danger to those around her,” the peacekeeper states.

“The capital doctors haven’t seen her in over five years!” Finnick exclaims. “They don’t know the first thing about her. Now get out and let us eat in peace. Don’t forget I’ve killed people too.”

The peacekeepers, visibly shaken, leave your room and allow the door to close. Finnick sits back down on your bed with you to resume your meal.

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seventeen — be careful

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 1.9k content. profanity, sexual content [brief sex scene, vaginal penetration]

You know better than to listen to Sukuna. Sukuna, who at seventeen came to you with his biggest, brightest idea: suction cups on every shoe in the world so people would—and you quote—“stop tripping on their damn faces all the time.”

You like to think that you’re better than this. That you won’t succumb to his idiocy, no matter how tempting it may seem. That you’re somehow more evolved than this, capable of saying no to anything your best friend deems to be a “good idea.”

Alas, you’re human and incapable of refusing Sukuna all the time.

Which is why you’re here, on your couch with your brilliant best friend balls deep inside of you while Maki and Nobara knock on your door, waiting for you to let them in to start the study session that you requested.

Sukuna is of course oblivious to the pounding on your door, to Maki’s threats of, “I’m gonna break your door down if you don’t let us in!” He is, unfortunately, too busy pounding into you, shoving his dick into your cunt as you try to push him off.

“Sukuna!” you hiss, hand pressed against his unmoving chest. “They’re here!”

He opens his eyes, grinning through the blissed out look on his face. “So? I don’t hear you telling me to stop.” He thrusts against a spot that has you, unwillingly moaning into the back of your hand. He snickers. “Want me to stop, tiger?”

Glaring at him, you reach down to your clit and bite his shoulder to keep your sounds at bay. “Just be quick,” you whimper, grabbing onto his back as he drills into your walls. “Fuck!”

He picks up the pace and soon enough the two of you are riding through your highs, and you are unceremoniously pushing him off of you. As he groans on the carpet, you scramble to look for your shorts, finding them in some corner—how did it even get there?—and pulling them on.

“Go into the bathroom,” you tell him, looking at your reflection on the fridge and attempting to make your hair look decent. You whip your head around when he doesn’t move. “Now!”

Sukuna stumbles getting up, grimacing as he peels the condom from his dick. “And then what?”

“Make yourself look decent!” you whisper-shout, throwing his jeans at him. “Quickly!”

“I’m going! I’m going!” he says as he scampers into the bathroom.

You give the room one last look, trying to spot any pieces of incriminating evidence, before you grab the knob and swing the door open.

“Hi!” you say, putting on your most convincing smile when you see your two friends on the other side. “Sorry, I got caught up with something.”

“Are you okay?” Maki asks as she and Nobara step inside your apartment. Of course she’d notice that something’s up. “You’re panting.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Am I?” you say. “I didn’t notice.”

You lead them into the living room, eyes scanning the couch to check for any wet spots, any stains. Your two friends, oblivious to your panicked gaze, make themselves comfortable, taking their usual spots and placing their bags on the floor.

“Do you guys want anything to drink?” you ask them, quickly making your way to the kitchen. “I have tea, soda, whatever you want.”

“Tea please,” Nobara says, pulling her laptop out. She looks at you and frowns. “Maki’s right. You don’t look okay.”

“I’m fine!” you say a little too quickly. “Just—” 

“Oh! You guys are here!”

Sukuna walks out of the bathroom, face flushed as he tries his best to move coolly over to your friends. He has a totally-not-suspicious grin on his face as he sits down on the floor beside Nobara. At least he had enough sense to fix his hair. It was in a… not so good state just a few minutes ago.

“Oh, you’re here,” Nobara says, looking at Sukuna. While she’s definitely gotten used to his presence, you wouldn’t go so far as to call the two of them friends. “I didn’t know you were studying with us.”

“He’s not!” you cut in before Sukuna can say anything. “He was just passing through. Needed to use the toilet.”

He looks at you, eye twitching a little at the excuse you just gave for him. “Yeah,” he says through his smile. “You guys know me. And toilets.”

Maki looks between the two of you, immediately picking up on whatever nervous energy you aren’t able to hide. “Okay, what’s going on here?”

“Nothing!” the two of you say, not helping your case.

Maki turns to Sukuna, the weaker link. She always knows which buttons to push. “Why are you really here?” she asks. “And don’t even think of lying to me.”

A beat passes and he doesn’t answer.

Then another.

Then another.

Then—

“Holy shit! You’re fucking!”

You sink to the floor. “I’m gonna crawl into a hole and die now.”

Nobara is looking between the two of you wildly now, manic eyes shifting from you to Sukuna to you to Sukuna. She stands, pointing an accusatory finger somewhere between the two of you because the shock has made her lose all sense of direction apparently.

“No fucking way!” she says. To you? To Sukuna? You can’t tell. All you know is that she sounds confused, shocked, and mad all at the same time. “How long has this been going on?”

You roll your eyes at her theatrics (not that you weren’t being dramatic in your own right too) and walk over to them from the kitchen. “Barely two days,” you tell her. “It just… happened.”

Maki narrows her eyes at you. “His dick just so happened to slide inside you?”

Sukuna is red in the face, clearly beyond uncomfortable with this conversation. “Okay, now before you guys start—”

“You don’t talk,” Maki tells him firmly, forcing him to hug his knees and look down at the floor. She turns back to you. “I thought this wasn’t real, that the two of you,” she drags a finger from you to Sukuna, “were just fucking around because of the breakup.”

You shrink back, holding your arms and averting your gaze. “I think this is a good thing.”

The way your voice comes out is so quiet and vulnerable, it almost scares you. Judging by the look on Maki’s face when you turn to her after a moment of silence, you realize that it’s probably caused the same effect on her too. When was the last time she heard you be this open about the way you felt?

“Okay,” she says eventually. She turns to Sukuna. “Just because you two are a thing now, doesn’t mean you get to intrude on our girl time.”

He lifts his head and nods. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

She waves him off. “Skedaddle, dude.”

“What? Like right now?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re just gonna talk about me!” Sukuna whines. He glances at you, hoping for some support. “They’re gonna shit talk me.”

You shrug, grinning now at his distress. “Too bad,” you tell him. “It’s girl time, and you’re not a girl.”

After Sukuna leaves, the three of you go about your familiar routine. You get your friends drinks, Maki pulls out a bunch of food that she brought—against your wishes—and Nobara complains about the fact that she has way too many things to study and far too little time.

“It’s so fucking cold,” you tell Nobara when she turns the AC up. You grab the sweater on your couch and pull it over your head, rubbing your arms as you shiver, all exaggerated just to get your point across.

Nobara just shrugs and picks at some of the sushi Maki brought. “Too bad,” she tells you through a full mouth. “I’m your guest and it’s your duty as a host to make sure I get everything I want.”

“Maki, she’s being mean.”

Maki hums, focused on whatever it is she’s doing on her phone. “Nobara, don’t be mean,” she says mindlessly. When she puts her phone away she turns to you, “Kento’s gonna have your ass.”

You groan. “What did I do this time?”

“What do you think you did?”

“I dunno. I was my beautiful, wonderful self?”

“Nope,” she tells you, relaxing into her seat. “You missed a zero on the financial report.”

“Oh, I fucking did not,” you say, defensive. “I triple-checked that!”

“Well, apparently you missed it,” she says. “All good though because apparently it just means we have more money to donate now.”

You grin, all smug at your not-so-terrible-mistake. “Look at me, making money out of thin air.”

“He’s still gonna kill you though.”

“I know,” you tell her. You open one of the many bags of chips Maki brought and pop a piece in your mouth. “Does that man ever take a break? It’s like he’s always texting me about the club or calling you about some shitty thing I did.”

Nobara snorts at that.

“What?” you say, looking at her with a raised brow.

“Oh, please,” she says. “We all know he has a crush on you.”

You grab one of your throw pillows from the couch and hurl it at her. “Take that back right now!” you demand. “That’s so gross. He’s like a brother to me. An annoying nuisance of an older brother.”

“The same way Sukuna’s like a brother to you?”

You frown. It’s not like you thought the topic wouldn’t come up. Sukuna was right, you were obviously going to have to address the elephant in the room—when the elephant in question wasn’t in the room anymore of course.

“Is it real?” Nobara asks you. “Because if it isn’t—and I can’t believe I’m actually trying to do something good for that guy, but because I know how much he means to you—maybe you shouldn’t use your best friend as a rebound.”

“I’m not using him as a rebound.”

Your friends share a look. You hate when they do that because it always means that they know something you don’t. They see something you don’t see.

“I’m just saying, I don’t think you’re really over Satoru just yet,” Nobara tells you eventually.

“What makes you think that?” you ask. Your voice is quieter than you would like it to be. “I was the one who broke up with him.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Maki points out. “We all know how… complicated that was.”

You don’t like this. You don’t like this at all.

After the breakup, you did your best to steer clear of the topic of Satoru. The whole thing was too much for you, in more ways than one. Having to dig that all up now… It isn’t the way you want this to go.

“Sukuna and I are good,” you say, but you begin to wonder if you’re saying it for them or for yourself. “I know you guys don’t like him so much, but he cares about me. I’ve known him forever, I trust him.”

Maki nods, clearing her throat. “Yeah,” she says as she turns away from you. “So who’s sweater are you wearing?”

You furrow your brows, grabbing the fabric of the thing you’re wearing. You look down. What could she possibly be implying—

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Nobara says, watching the recognition in your eyes. She leans over the coffee table and places a hand on top of yours. “Just be careful, yeah?”

Your mouth feels dry as you look up at your friends. “Yeah,” you tell them. “I’ll be careful.”

Your fingers drag along the hem of the sweater. Not yours, definitely, far too big to be something you’d buy for yourself. You’d say you don’t know why you still have it, but you do. Of course you do.

You should really give it back to Satoru.

notes. oh no! feelings!

[jahayla-parker]

Cardan x reader on a date or yn showing the city she's from (mortal) doing human stuffs and showing him her fav movies or shows or favourite artists

His Dearest Human : Cardan Greenbriar x Reader

Descr: 3.5k wc, Cardan and y/n venture back to the mortal world so she can show him what her life was like before she moved to Elfhame. Fluff.

Warnings: One curse word.

Notes: No but just imagine, a boyfriend who you now literally is incapable of lying no matter how much he might want to and so when he is always complimenting you, you know it’s nothing but genuine 😭

“Are you sure you know how to do this?” Cardan questioned nervously, eyes quickly taking in their environment.

“Excuse me?” Y/n remarked in offense, turning to face him.

Cardan bit the side of his bottom lip as he looked back her way. “This seems like a metal death trap on wheels,” he criticized.

“Because of me?” Y/n asked, narrowing her eyes. She wasn’t being reckless. And he’d been in a car before. They’d not even made it down the street yet. Why was he so scared of her driving?

“No, no,” Cardan reassured her as he shook his head. “Just in general appearance, but…”

“But?”

Cardan once again analyzed the drivers of the other cars as they passed by. “They’re all older,” he observed. “Beautiful, you left here when you were young. Do they teach you to operate these… cars, that young?” He wondered aloud. “‘Cause I don’t see anyone nearly that young,” he commented as he yet again scanned the nearby cars.

Y/n giggled and felt the tension leave her body upon realizing what prompted Cardan’s worry. She moved one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed his hand. “Y/f/n taught me when I came back for a visit, I promise I won’t be killling either of us tonight,” she soothed, gazing over at him momentarily to check on him. She watched as he nodded silently before resuming his staring out the passenger window.

A few minutes later, y/n pulled up to a red light and looked over at him. She frowned lightly upon catching him having been staring at her as she drove. “Cardan, honey,” she cooed, taking his hand again. “Are you still worried? We can walk instead if-”.

Cardan quickly shook his head to dispel her doubts and concern. “You’re just amazing,” he confessed simply.

“What?”

“You’re so exquisitely enchanting,” Cardan confessed. “Sure there are decently attractive women in Elfhame and here too,” he spoke candidly. “But, you’re far more beguiling,” he hummed. “And yet, you can also operate this thing safely and effortlessly”.

Y/n giggled and pulled his hand up to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You’re so precious,” she hummed.

“Ooh, check this out,” y/n exclaimed with a smile as she turned on the radio on as the light in front of them changed to green. “Perfect timing,” she clapped before turning it up a bit as y/f/a played through the speakers.

Cardan’s eyes instinctively widened at the unexpected sound but listened carefully to the noises the car was now making. His head whipped away from the direction of the sound upon hearing y/n singing along.

“I’ve never heard you sing before,” Cardan realized.

“My mom and I used to sing each time we were in the car together,” y/n told him, recalling a cherished memory of her childhood in the mortal world.

“I can see why she’d want that,” Cardan acknowledged. “You have a majestic voice,” he complimented dazedly.

Y/n bashfully bit her lip. “Thank you Cardan, but the reason people do it is simply because it’s fun,” she explained. “I’m sure within the next few days, by the end of our trip, you’ll have heard one of the songs enough to be able to join along,” she thought out loud as she switched the stereo to CD instead of the radio so it gave Cardan the chance to participate by the end of the week since it would be the same set of songs he’d be hearing this way.

“Teach me how to play?” Cardan asked as y/n finished explaining the childhood game she and her friends used to play before she moved to Elfhame. His eyes shone brightly with interest as he thought through her descriptions of the activity. His mind generated what he pictured she’d have looked like at that age and watched as the little girl ran through the field they were currently in as she played with her friends. Cardan desperately wanted to know everything about her life, especially her childhood and life before moving to Elfhame where they eventually met. Hopefully he could find ways to bring some of those joyful memories and activities back when they left the mortal world behind again for a bit.

Y/n smiled shyly over at Cardan and nodded. “Sure, but we’re going to need more people,” she explained. “You could technically play with just two, but it’s much more fun with others”.

Cardan hummed and nodded. “Well then, we’ll save that for later when your y/fam/member is done working. Where to now my love?”

“We’re in the middle of a storm and you want to stop?” Cardan questioned with wide eyes as he spun to face y/n.

Y/n giggled and nodded. “Just trust me Cardan,” she ordered lightly as she pulled him out from under the minimal coverage the row of trees above them had been providing. She tugged him out into the empty street with her as a grin naturally took over her face. She adjusted her hold on his hands and spun around with him gleefully as the rain poured down on them.

Cardan once again found y/n’s grin to be infectious, as was her exuberant expression. He copied her grin as he moved closer to her to wrap his arms around her torso. He continued their spinning until the two of them were dizzy and drenched from the rain.

“Would this be a something you’d do on a date?” Cardan asked thoughtfully as he examined the bookshelf in front of him, his hand resting on y/n’s lower back. He had to be annoying with how frequently he’d asked this same question. He had asked it about nearly every activity they’d done. But he wanted had to know. Especially if these were the kind of dates his queen possibly secretly wanted from him but didn’t know how to ask for.

“Y/n?” Cardan inquired as he reached the small white table she was at in the food court, his eyes distant as he contemplated what he’d seen.

“Hmm?” Y/n hummed, grabbing his hand as he sat down beside her. She watched him closely. He was clearly thinking something over. She just didn’t know what.

Cardan briefly looked away from y/n and over to where the interaction had taken place. He shook his head in confusion and turned back to her. “This male mortal,” he whispered, having learned from y/n that most people in the mortal don’t know to make/of such a distinction. “Asked this female mortal if she came here often,” he explained slowly, still thinking it through in hopes he could understand it on his own. “I confess I am not certain if he meant the shopping mall in general or the dinning hall were in,” he admitted, lightly licking his lips. “But, the female mortal was visibly upset and even scoffed at the male before walking away.”

“Ahh,” y/n nodded, piecing together what Cardan had witnessed on his way back to her from getting their orders.

“Is that… normal? One would find that an easy enough question to answer, no?” Cardan questioned further.

Y/n giggled lightly as she smiled lovingly at him. “He wasn’t truly interested in how often she comes here,” she explained softly. As she watched his eyes narrow in further confusion, she squeezed his hand. “It’s a pickup line,” she informed him before taking a fry from his plate.

“A…… pickup… line..?” Cardan pondered aloud, her words not having cleared anything up for him. In fact, he’d argue he was even more confused now. What was a pickup line? Who was picking up what? What did a line have to do with it?

“A pickup line,” y/n echoed with an affirmative nod. “It’s…,” she paused as she contemplated the best way to explain the term, “a flirtation, so to speak”.

“Well I can see why she walked away,” Cardan huffed with a shake of his head. He took a sip of his… milkshake as he recalled the interaction he’d unintentionally witnessed. “What a pathetic attempt at flirting.” He scoffed and halfway rolled his eyes. “Come here often?” He mimicked with audible judgement.

Y/n giggled loudly, a wide grin on her face at his behavior. “It is a very over used and generic approach,” she agreed with a nod. “But, not everyone can be as adroitly flirtatious as you Cardan,” she winked. She leaned over the table to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Cardan beamed at the action. “I mean, even this,” he said as he grabbed a flower from the nearby planters that surrounded the dinning hall. He tenderly passed it to her before kissing her hand. “Is better, no?” He concluded.

Y/n beamed admiringly at him and nodded. “Much,” she agreed. “But, I’m also biased,” she confessed with a flirtatious winked.

“This is where I went to school last before moving to Elfhame,” y/n summarized as they stepped onto the school grounds.

Cardan looked around in silence for a few moments, taking everything in. “What’s that contraption?” He asked, pointing towards a metal stand a few yards away.

Y/n followed Cardan’s finger until her eyes found the swing set. Elfhame had swings of its own sort, of course. But, truthfully they were nothing compared to those in the mortal world. The Elfhame ones were far more beautiful, having usually been made from the trees and vines nearby, but more relaxing as well. As great as that was, they didn’t swing as high or fast, it was more of a swaying chair than anything. And for the life of her, she couldn’t recall what Elfhame referred to them as in this moment. It wasn’t swings or a swing set… In her defense, they weren’t found many places in Elfhame as there were far better options of things to do. Unable to find the Elfhame equivalent for it, she merely hummed and grabbed his hand. “Come here, I’ll show you”.

As they reached the swing set, she grabbed the chains supporting the seat and instructed, “sit here”.

Cardan couldn’t help but be skeptical. Whatever he was about to sit on was made of metal and plastic yet didn’t look very secure. But, he nevertheless did as she said. Just…, slowly.

“Okay, now hold onto these, I’m going to push you,” y/n explained as she moved to step behind him and the swing.

“Push me?!” Cardan echoed loudly.

Y/n giggled and realized in that moment that Cardan likely hadn’t even used the Elfhame equivalent either before. After all, when would he have? Before they met, he wasn’t exactly known for doing much relaxing or other calm behaviors. This was going to be fun. He’ll love this. Still giggling, she nodded and kissed his cheek before stepping away. “Yes handsome, that’s how these work. I’ll start slow,” she promised. “You’ll be fine, just keep your feet off the ground and hold on to the chains okay?”

Cardan nodded slowly and hesitantly turned back around, having moved to watch her make her way behind him. He nervously lifted his legs from the ground just as she lightly pressed her palms against his back. The seat he was on moved in response to her push, bringing him forward and up. “Oh!”

“You doing okay?” Y/n asked softly, slightly worried as she couldn’t see his face.

After a few more soft pushes, Cardan nodded.

“Want to go faster or higher?”

Cardan silently nodded again, his focus stuck on the weird floating sensation the movement was causing him to feel in his chest.

Y/n smiled to herself and pushed him a little more forcefully. “Just keep holding on Cardan, I don’t feel like watching you fly off,” she commented.

After several minutes of silent swinging, y/n slowed her pushes. Once it was swinging low and slow enough, she gently grabbed the chains and slowed it to a halt. “Well?” She asked, moving back to his front.

“It was fun,” Cardan grinned widely.

Y/n smiled happily and reached up to fix his wind blown hair. “I figured you’d enjoy it”.

Cardan hopped off the seat and turned to inspect it. “What is it called?” he asked.

“Swings, or swing set”.

“Because one swings on it?” Cardan asked rhetorically.

“Mhm,” y/n nodded.

“And you did this at school?” Cardan questioned as he spun back to face her.

Y/n bopped her head side to side. “We were given breaks a few times a day to play outside and this was one of the things we could do during that time”.

Cardan nodded in understanding. He glanced and at the area surrounding them. “Has it changed since you played here?” he wondered.

Y/n again tilted her head side to side. “Slightly, but nothing significant,” she observed.

Cardan lovingly gazed at y/n with a soft smile. “Take me through what a day at school looked like for you before?” He requested.

“I can see why this was your favorite … restaurant?” Cardan trailed off in question, unsure if he got the term right.

Y/n nodded as she supportively squeezed his hand across the table.

“It’s very delectable,” Cardan complimented before taking another bite of his dinner.

Y/n grinned, “I’m pleased you like it!”

Cardan silently scanned the empty field that stood in front of. After feeling like he’d memorized it enough, he gazed back at y/n. He waited patiently with a soft smile as he noticed she was seemingly recalling memories of the area.

Y/n blinked quickly upon coming back to the present moment and feeling Cardan’s eyes on her. He was waiting for an explanation or story as to why they were here. What this place meant to her. She hummed softly. “My mom used to take me here when I was little,” she began quietly. “It used to be full of little flowers,” she said with a disappointed sigh given the field was dried up now. “Well, weeds technically I suppose,” she shrugged, “but to a three year old who loved anything that resembled flowers, there wasn’t a difference.” Her eyes lit up as she suddenly had an idea. She quickly turned towards Cardan and tapped his arm. “Tag, you’re it,” she exclaimed, a childish grin forming as she ran a few steps away. She stopped nearby and faced him, knowing she’d have to explain how it worked and what to do.

“I’m what?” Cardan asked, befuddled.

“It’s a game called tag, the person who is it is the person having to chase the other person as that person runs away, the person who is it tries to tap the runner in order to turn the other person into the chaser, or, it,” she explained with air quotes.

Cardan nodded slowly as he absorbed the instructions. “And what do I win if I catch you?” He pondered.

“Technically the game goes on and on, usually it’s more than two people,” y/n shrugged carelessly. “But, either way, it just goes until you decide to stop”.

Cardan smirked wickedly, eyes glowing as he stepped towards her. “Hmmm, I have a better idea,” he taunted.

“What’s that?” She asked, easily seeing the glint in his eyes.

Cardan pursed his lips smugly. “You’ll see,” he answered vaguely. “You better start running, dear,” he advised as he started to jog closer to her. He smiled as she giggled and began to run.

Cardan chased her halfheartedly for a bit, letting her enjoy the moment. But when he caught her, he wrapped her in his arms and tickled her, causing her to squeal and squirm. Cardan then effortlessly lifted y/n over his shoulder and walked back to the basket she brought for their picnic. He carefully set her down and bent to her level to kiss her, “I win”.

Y/n bashfully bit her lip as she grinned up at him.

“You can rest,” y/n commented as they rode in the back seat of her friend’s (who, like y/n, was mortal but also from Elfhame) car as y/f/n drove. They’d finished showing Cardan around downtown moments ago and were now headed back to where they had been staying during their trip.

“I thought we were going to,” Cardan began, stopping as a yawn rudely interrupted him. “Watch…something,” he trailed off shyly, having forgotten the term.

Y/n smiled lovingly and nodded, “we’re watching a movie”. “But, we cannot do that until we get back to the house,” she explained quietly as she played with his soft curls. “And you’ve already seen all the places we’ll be passing by,” she knowingly reassured him, “so sleep”.

Cardan nodded appreciatively and shifted in his seat. He moved so he could rest his head on her lap as he cuddled against her torso.

Y/n watched as Cardan effortlessly fell asleep. He was always so quick to fall asleep. No matter where. It wasn’t fair. She played tenderly with his hair as she too felt her eyes getting heavy. She was nearly about to doze off when she heard her friend comment about how sweet it was for Cardan to be so interested in her mortal life. Y/n grinned proudly, gazing down at him as he held her waist, his beautiful long eyelashes splashed across his sharp cheekbones. “He… He always adoringly calls me his dearest human,” she confessed quietly as she leaned onto his sleeping form and closed her eyes to rest after their busy day so she’d be ready for movie night later.

“Okay so, just get cozy and enjoy,” y/n beamed excitedly as she walked back to the couch to join Cardan after putting y/f/m into the DVD player. She pressed play and leaned against Cardan’s chest. She tilted her head to the side and watched as he intently focused on the television screen. She’d already explained the device, as well as TV shows and movies, including what they were and how they worked. So, she knew his visibly deep intrigue was simply because she’d mentioned they’d be watching her favorite movie tonight as opposed to a random show or film as they’d done in the past few days since arriving in the mortal world.

She cuddled up against Cardan further, leaning into his embrace, making him smile as his eyes briefly departed the screen to gaze down at her. As much as y/n tried to enjoy the movie while she and Cardan were wrapped up in each other’s arms, her focus was elsewhere. He was unfairly attractive when he wore comfy clothes like the sweats he currently had on. Although, he also was painfully gorgeous in the leather jacket he’d picked out their first day. And the plain t-shirts he’d tried on a few days ago. And in his normal silky and intricate clothing from Elfhame. What was she doing wasting her time trying to list these out? It was simple. Cardan was always just that beautiful.

“You’re not watching your favorite movie,” Cardan observed, sensing her gaze on him.

“Sorry,” she laughed shyly. “I was distracted”.

Cardan blushed at the implication and tickled her sides playfully. “Don’t distract me, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he scolded lovingly. “I’ll attend to you after”.

“Attend to me?” She chuckled and shook her head. She smiled to herself as she relaxed back into his arms. Damn he was adorable.

“Thank you for teaching me so many things,” Cardan commented, watching y/n as she drove them back to the house. It was their last day. He’d learned so much. And had so many plans for when they returned to Elfhame.

Y/n smiled over at Cardan and nodded. “Thank you for coming with me, my King”.

Cardan nodded, an expression on his face that he hoped communicated to her how unnecessary he found her appreciation to be. “I wanted to,” he vowed.

“I know, but still,” she gazed over at him, her smile having grown with his reassurances. “I hope you had fun”.

“Undoubtedly, love,” Cardan said, answering her indirect question. “I was able to learn so much about you and your earlier life,” he said with a content smile. “Do you miss it?” he questioned hesitantly after a few seconds.

“Sometimes,” she admitted truthfully. “But I love our home more,” she promised squeezing his hand tightly.

Cardan hummed, looking around at the houses and buildings they were passing by. “We’ll be back to visit,” he vowed, “whenever you’d like”.

Y/n hummed as she formed an appreciative smile.

“Until then,” Cardan spoke, using the hand that wasn’t holding hers to reach for the stereo. He pinched the knob labeled ‘volume’ and rotated his fingers slowly, not having done this before and not wanting to mess it up. He had studied the way she’d done it each time before and evidently it paid off as the volume escalated with his touch. He grinned excitedly as she started to sing. When it reached the chorus, he joined in, earning a surprised but happy smile from y/n.

By the time they got to the house, they were both loudly singing along. Y/n was right, it was enjoyable. Though, this whole trip had been. And not just because he’d spent it with his dearest human.

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