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How women influenced by different planets act in one-on-one relationships
Platonic, familial and/or romantic. Based on my own observations and traditional associationsđ planetary influence is present when a native has one or more nakshatras ruled by that planet in their big three(moon, ascendant, sun). If that or any other planet is conjunct sun, moon or ascendant in the chart, then it also adds its influence, but to a much lesser degree. I'd advise to read for your moon, but as always, use discernment and and do not take this information at face value.
Sun women
Krittika, Uttara Phalguni, Uttara Ashadha
The women ruled by the Sun are often seen as confident, self-possesed, bright, expressive and measured.
The Sun is well-known to be a masculine planet, that does not make sun-ruled women any less worthy in their femininity.
Sun women might be surrounded by a lot of male energy in younger years. It could have been positive or negative but all and all, they're familiar and quite comfortable with it. I don't mean they were plagued by admirers, I moreso mean they had a father figure, uncles, brothers/male cousins(usually older), male friends around them. I might be wrong but I've seen this so much in real life and in art. If that's not the case, then they can fit in and hold their own in a group of men. It's true that they're not phased by trying to be more masculine themselves(like jupiter women do sometimes) or to completely lean into traditional femininity(like moon women). They usually get love and support from men that have doubted them at first.
That leaves sun girls with an abundance of masculine energy absorbed in themselves. In one-on-one relationships they enjoy a level of independence but they value loyalty immensely. They build relationships on certain rules that come from their personal values. They look for a partner in crime and an understanding confidante more than anything else.
That's why saturn-ruled people are best for them, along with other sun-ruled individuals. Ruled by the planet of dedication and longevity, Saturn dominants understand their detachment and fixed nature, and provide the cold, hard structure for their self-expression.
Their energy is not for abuse though. They are more vulnerable and sensitive than most realize. As they are women influenced by a very masculine planet, they might feel like they're giving too much sometimes, like they're being taken for granted. As Saturn is the planet that never takes anything for granted and works for its rewards, it is not going to discard Sun's warm and "life-giving" nature. Moreover, it is going to appreciate it, respect it and try to keep up with it as best as it can. Saturn's cool and careful nature is soothing to Sun women, making them feel safe to lean into their individuality with more confidence while prividing the essential balance for a full existence.
Moon women
Rohini, Hasta, Shravana
Moon women have a simplicity about them. Traditionally a feminine planet, moon is considered to be a soft, smooth and nurturing influence.
Moon women are easy to recognize. Moon is probably the most dependant planet. They are passive in their demeanor and easily absorb influence. They often have a group of people around them, if not a group, then at least or not two, just because. That can be explained by moon's receptive but also giving nature, that gives back the smoothed, mixed essence of what it has recieved that is easily digestible. But they don't have that energy within them. They can be very accomodating while not initiating anything at all. If they do initiate, it's something similar to what the other person has initiated.
So moon thrives on dependancy. They might enjoy groups, because that way their passivity and receptivity is not held against them, and they might feel like they contribute more that way. In one-on-one relationships, they are very easy and simple, but might become stressed and on edge. Moon rules masses and the subconcious, so they need an energetically abundant planet that does not mind being drained.
Moon is, in its essence, is vampiric, so they like Sun people. They might be quite comfortable around Jupiter people, and sometimes, with Venus people(the Shravana- Purva Ashadha pairing works particularly well).
Mercury women
Ashlesha, Jyeshta, Revati
Mercury is the planet of integration and manipulation, and women ruled by it are often multi-faceted, containing the potential for adapting and the willingness to to often do so.
Mercury can be described as the "hermaphrodite" sometimes, especially Revati nakshatra. Due to this highly analytical and adaptible nature, mercury women have the ability to morph themselves into different roles, depending on who they are interacting with. Their feminine energy is based on receiving and then skillfully using whatever is given to it. Mercury is the planet that is quite different in all three of its nakshatra stages. Ashlesha, Jyeshta and Revati all have different feminine qualities, due to the three stages that they wrap up being different from each other. Venus nakshatras are different from each other too, but to a lesser degree. What all mercury nakshatras do have in common is sensitivity and skill. They change and adapt to various envirmonments, and their resourcefulness is seemingly limitless.
In one-on-one relationships they need people who can handle that "manipulative" and "nervous" nature. All yoni consorts of mercury nakshatras(Punarvasu, Anuradha, Bharani) have a theme of passivity, they all want and need that "manipulative" energy. Similarly, Mercury women themselves can thrive with people who are energetically stable/abundant but want to move and adapt. Since Mercury women have a need for stimulation and variety, they maintain relationships with people who they don't find boring AND can provide loyalty. There is no single planetary energy that is generally compatible with Mercury people, but Venus and Mercury are traditionally friends, and Venus also heals Mercury. The best example of this is Revati and Bharani(elephant yonis), but other combinations can be compatible too(except Ashlesha and Purva Phalguni, due to them being enemy yonis).
Venus women
Bharani, Purva Phalguni, Purva Ashadha
Venus_ the planet of beauty, sensuality and love is a well-known feminine force that is almost synonymous with the word.
Venus women are, before anything, choosy and exclusive. Their taste is very specific and particular, and whatever is "theirs", is theirs completely. Despite the outward serenity and composure, their internal nature is very fierce and even ruthless. That discriminating nature extends to everything in their life, where they have to be clear about the dividing lines of everything that they deem worthy, and everything else that they don't. There is also an inner drive to attain what they want/need/desire/love.
Their views on one-on-one relationships are unique, and they have very high standards, along with an attentive and giving nature. A lot of those relationships might have left them dissapointed. They seek a balanced give and take in any 1-1 bond. They might even blame themselves for not choosing correctly, since they're already very careful. They mainly want loyalty and support. As always, those relationships have to fulfill their personal desires. Someone considerate, attentive, and skilled is best for them.
There is no single planet type that will fulfill all three Venus nakshatras and most of their natives, but generally, Mercury people have what it takes to impress and keep them. They share a discriminating nature, but while Venus women are energetically abundant, loving and often passive(on 1-1), Mercury is actively "manipulative" and morphing into whatever Venus desires. The best version of this is Bharani and Revati(elephant yonis). Purva Phalguni feels best with Magha(rat yonis) and most likely will not get along with Mercurial Ashlesha(enemy cat yoni). Purva Ashadha is best with Shravana(vanar yonis). All Venusian lunar mansions are best with their uniquely preffered nakshatras. Besides them, they might form friendships with Ketu, Sun, Jupiter or Saturn nakshatras (with the exlusion of Purva Ashadha- Krittika/Pushya, Bharani-P.Bhadrapada and Purva Phalguni-Punarvasu pairs).
Mars women
Mrigashira, Chitra, Dhanishta
Mars_ the warrior planet that grants protection has been a symbol of masculinity since ancient times. That coorelation, although undeniable, does not exactly encompass the whole essence of that force, especially while considering women influenced by it.
Mars rules the energetic output_ how we spend our energy and life force. In many ways, Mars women, being the passive/feminine vessels for that triggering energy, are expressive and engaging. But unlike Mercury, that expression is geared towards the physical body. Unlike Venus, they do not have any inner discriminatory preferences that might make them that choosy. Their expression is very outward and shown on the surface, so while they can be confrontational or agitating with how they behave, they do it for protection, because that it their only mechanism of doing so.
Their heated but inwardly quite gentle nature can make them susceptible to unnecessary drainage. That's why they're another planet type that needs a giving person in 1-1 relationships. With them, a that person has to not only give, but have a true consideration of their sensitivity.
Jupiter people are famously best for these women. Jupiter natives can give their excess energy to them and ensure that their vulnerabilities are not abused. The two latter Mars nakshatras both have Jupiter nakshatras as yoni consorts and Mrigashira's yoni consort is Rohini_ a fixed but soft-natured nakshatra.
Jupiter women
Punarvasu, Vishakha, Purva Bhadrapada
Women ruled by the great benefic, the planet of greatness, plenty and godhood can be big personalities. Jupiter has seemingly infinite energy that wants to give without end, and often, they do.
Jupiter women have a very enthusiastic, almost aggressive niceness about them. They might have been surrounded and influenced by male energy since their early life like Sun women, but their true feminine power comes from being open while giving and receiving, especially when around individuals who they think need their "help" the most.
Jupiter women are the one planet type that feel the best in groups, even moreso than lunar women, and unlike them, since Jupiter wants to give to all, they might feel very uncomfortable in 1-1 relationships. That being said, they're not exactly opposed to the idea of it.
They will feel best with heated and draining planets, especially Mars. Mars can take Jupiter's abundant energy and use it to build and protect. They're famously a good pair, but other planet types can be just as compatible with Jupiter. Ketu people also have a desire to take Jupiter's energy but unlike Mars, they won't drain it to use it outwardly, instead, they'll absorb the energy completely and integrate it into their spiritual essence.
Besides them, Punarvasu nakshatra in particular will get along with Ashleshas, a Mercury nakshatra, due to them being yoni consorts (cat yonis).
Saturn women
Pushya, Anuradha, Uttara Bhadrapada
The cold planet of control and restraint is a passive but tough and unbreakable force. Saturn women find their femininity in stillness and silent, but resilient passivity.
Their strength is tested and it gains more layers through time. This kind of energy might become impossible to intimidate, so many might feel that Saturn women are never phased by life in general. More reactive or moldable people might distance themselves from them, even though on paper Saturn women are easy to like.
They find too much flux and chaos unbearable. Saturn's femininity is all about limiting and crystalizing whatever it receives, so the more stable that energy, the better Saturn women might manage in binding it, even though they can restrain and control any type of energy, no matter how messy.
Saturn ruled women might have dealt with a harsh, limiting, authoritative feminine energy in their younger years. They have learned how to manage themselves in various complicated situations. What they seek in 1-1 relationships is trust and loyalty, not too unlike Sun women. Saturn people are best with Sun people. Sun's warm influence will give their structure a heart and a "purpose". Sun is the planet that seeks out the cold, restraining influence of Saturn that matches its own stability and self-possession.
Since these women are the feminine variation of Saturnian energy, they might be extremely passive and unwilling to start anything themselves, but after they have something to hold onto, they can become actively bossy.
The similarly cold but also adaptable and changeable nature of Mercury might also be an easy and natural match for Saturn women. This pairing might be best in platonic or familial relationships, but the Anuradha-Jyeshta pair(rabbit yonis) is perfect in romantic couples too.
Rahu women
Ardra, Swati, Shatabhisha.
The north node of the moon, the dragon's/serpent's head is a shadow planet and only one half of the opposition that makes up the destiny of a person. The nodes are dependant on each other, and both of them are dependant on the moon. Even this fact gives them a very different kind of quality and essence. So, women ruled by them are a distinctive and very draining group of force.
Rahu women are the personifications of the illusion. For them it is easy to see and identify, to box and to define and label. They are adaptable, responsive, cerebral. There is a certain numb neutrality about them. They are very aware of and immersed in the material world. They can often become bored or overwhelmed by it. It is not unknown that Rahu ruled individuals might be prone to nervousness and anxiety.
Rahu women are easily susceptible to all kinds of influences, just because they absorb and then project everything around them. They can adopt behaviors from other people without noticing, but unlike Moon women(who also do this) they do not give anything back to anyone in particular, they just take it into their illusion and show it to everyone.
That is why they can be quite comfortable within groups. With personal, 1-1 relationships, difficulties can arise. They need a very particular kind of person that can handle their tense and sometimes chaotic nature and can direct their "hyper" essence towards something stable.
Ketu is the other half of Rahu and the only planet that can calm it down. The immovable and hot nature of its opposite shadow planet can help Rahu get out of the head stop its often actively paranoid behavior. Ketu can provide the spiritual substance for Rahu's material manifestations and can match its cold, active and outwardly discharging energy with its own heated, passive and absorbing essence. Obviously, the two pairs of them are yoni consorts, with Ardra(dog yoni) and Shatabhisha(Horse yoni) having Mula and Ashwini as yoni consorts, respectively. Swati can also easily get along with Ketu people, but Ashwini(enemy yoni) might be the exception. For Swati, the best match is its own yoni consort(buffalo yoni)_ Hasta, a very earthy nakshatra.
Besides Ketu, Rahu people can be very drawn to Sun people. Mythologically, Rahu always seeks to eclipse the Sun_ another discharging and active planet, the one that it wants to imitate. If, for example, a Rahu person also has a Ketu influence, due to already having that Rahu-Ketu balance, they might prefer Sun individuals who emanate that warm light from within themselves. In platonic relationships, Rahu people might find kinship with Jupiter individuals with whom they share an adaptible and "airy" nature, but can give their abundant energy to draining and discharing Rahu.
Ketu women
Ashwini, Magha, Mula
The other half of the dragon, the tail/body of the serpent, the absorbing shadow that rules over the past of the person. Also a shadow planet that drains and depletes, Ketu is the "conquerer" that establishes the very essence of a person or a thing. It is where an individual can find their true power, but also where there is a potential for great danger.
Ketu women are a very raw example of femininity. Their basic nature and behavior is the representation of femininity in possibly its simplest light. They absorb everything around them and instead of doing anything at all, they integrate it into their internal selves. Their power is their passivity. Their energy resembles a black hole_ a seemingly endless void that never seems to be satisfied.
They too have a numbness in them, but unlike Rahu, Ketu women might become overwhelmed with their own stagnant and heavy energy, struggling to properly express or define what they are, feel and know. Rahu can become confused from too much information, Ketu can become confused from a lack of it. In the end, they both might feel like they are missing whatever the other is/has. There is also a blindness to both of them, where each sees only their opposite side. But Ketu knows what it knows, and unlike Rahu, it does have stability. The danger with them is stubbornness, the inability to be moved by the outside.
Ultimately, Rahu people are the best match for them. Ketu women can be overly passive and unresponsive in most 1-1 relationships. They can "hide" and assimilate better in groups but with just one another person they can become extremely disinterested, if the other is not on par with them. Rahu can break its stagnancy and help Ketu women to push their energy outwards.
Besides Rahu individuals, Ketu women might be compatible with Jupiter people, since they have an abundance of excess energy that can give to Ketu's hungry and absorbing nature. Ketu also heals Jupiter. Another dynamic that is possibly compatible for them is with Mars-ruled individuals, due to Mars and Ketu being similar in nature, but this might work best in platonic relationships.
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I doubt any of you want to know but I love talking about them so-
Eclipseâs version (Iâll do Chaiâs on my art account.)
Any variation of âIâm fineâ or âitâs fineâ
Basically never. Theyâre/weâre SHIT at verbal affection.
Also practically never, unless around either their worldâs family or the bloodpack.
Childcare.
Yes. They donât think of anything. They just can. Their human form is small and pathetic looking, they use it for pity. (I do. Iâm tiny. I look young. Itâs so so so easy to get idiots in trouble.)
Favourite show: ever after high. They will never mention this. Ever.
Fuckshit. Probably. Or just âGET YO ASS OVER HERE.â With their gfâŠâŠ the SpongeBob theme. Eclipse is still childish at heart.
Thereâs actually a list.
Nothing= anon
Friend= distant.
Name = talked once or twice.
Nickname= close
Hun/bud/pal/pet names= family or extremely close. Or if theyâre concerned.
It depends on the situation. Itâs a weird mix. They can be very rough, but theyâre usually gentle at the same time.
Random facts about mental states. Usually things that make people feel better. (Ie; fun fact, youâre face is distorted through your eyes, so how you see yourself isnât what other people see.)
Trust me. Youâll tell. (Theyâre already behind them.)
People being dumb. Or people trying to insult them. (Please. Try to. Itâs hilarious.)
Always. I donât think they know how to smile naturally at this point.
With their finger. Or hand.
Home: kinda dull, calm. Work: silent, disassociated. Friends: HYPER. ABABABA. MISCHIEF. PRANKS. alone: no facial expression.
Idiots.
Memories. Others, idk.
Luna. Believe it or not, but their version of lunar is almost MORE psychopathic than themâŠ
Panic. Not because of the person, but because theyâre trapped. (One, that shouldnât be possible. two, agoraphobia.)
1:Unknown. 2: the astals. Specifically the higher ups.
Uhh.. eye contact, I guess. Theyâre fine with it, but they know others arenât.
Hilariously, normal work hours. And taking breaks.
OHHH BOY LET ME TELL YOU- (reminder: luna is a ghost.)
Bold of you to assume they only took one.
Uhh.. random facts from plants and animals to history to cooking. Theyâre 600+, theyâve had a LOT OF FREETIME.
Laughter.
A âdont do drugsâ pencil. Responded with heavy laughter.
A break. I pled the fifth (death.)
âYour funeralâ
Heavily different because of the topic of their work. Personal= eh whatever. Work= oh fuck oh shit
.. seeing luna happy actually causes the most guilt.
MONEY PRINTING. WHO NEEDS A JOB WHEN YOURE GOD?
Silence and a glare
Family/not super close friends/people who look up to them: very calm but visibly happy. Close friends/people close to them/people who donât necessarily hold them highly: ABBABABABABABAB
âŠsoâŠmany
Tartarus. âCanât kill him yet. He still has use.â But DAMN DO THEY WANT TO. (Tar is a corrupt ass in their au btw.)
Actually nothing serious. Like⊠nothing. Besides secrets others have told them.
Hahehakfjkwnf. One that I have. Juggling.
Excluded. They hate having people include them just for pity. Though thatâs if they know. (Same philosophy as me. Just being invited is enough. Even if I canât come or I donât have to actively participate.)
Depends. If the person looks annoyed itâs âwhat an ass.â If they look neutral or uncomfortable, itâs quickly âare they okay?â or âam I too imposing?â
Unknown at the moment.
Guilt and tragedy coping. Self explanatory
Theyâre quick to assume people being uncomfortable or afraid is because of them. They will not mention this.
Any. Since built in language processors, but probably Spanish since is such a direct translation language.
Shoes/socks in the house. Whatâs the fucking point. Take em off.
Listener. Make them talk? Theyâre autistic. You. Will. know.
EVERYONE FROM THIER ORIGINAL WORLD. EVERYONE. they either are still on the âglad theyâre deadâ bandwagon or the âholy shit he(moon) killed a mostly innocent dude.â Wagon.
Girlfriend. Friends. Family. Literally anyone they know. Hey, who coulda guessed, the person grappling with their past is a people pleaser!!
Nope. Politely decline
HhhhhhâŠ.. past morals I guess? The old belief of corporeal punishment? (they donât now.)
âHunâ when theyâre concerned.
Self explanatory (mod is a lawyerâŠ. Eclipse is at heart..)
The blood pack or their gf. (Too much shit has happened for them to NOT believe the pack. Theyâre safety is top priority)
Freeze to fight in normal situations. Straight to fight in dangerous situations. Freeze to âJEESUSâ in safe situations.â
Destroying worlds. Itâs their job, sure, but theyâd much rather stop whatâs CAUSING it.
Gf usually. But sheâs back on the âhub worldâ so probably no one.
Eating. Sleeping. DrinkingâŠ. Self care.
ALL OF THEM.
WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS
Whatâs the lie your character says most often?
How loosely or strictly do they use the word âfriendâ?
How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?
Whatâs a hobby they used to have that they miss?
Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?
Whatâs their favorite [insert anything] that theyâve never recommended to anyone before?
What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?
How loose is their use of the phrase âI love youâ?
Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?
What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?
If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?
Whatâs something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!
When do they fake a smile? How often?
How do they put out a candle?
Whatâs the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when theyâre alone?
What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?
What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?
Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?
What would they do if stuck in a room with the person theyâve been avoiding?
Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but donât like the person?
What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesnât / donât even remember?
Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?
What subject / topic do they know a lot about thatâs completely useless to the direct plot?
How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?
Whatâs the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?
What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?
How do they respond when someone doesnât believe them?
When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when itâs personal versus when itâs professional?
When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?
If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?
How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?
How do they greet someone they like / love?
What is the smallest, morally questionable choice theyâve made?
Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?
Whatâs a secret they havenât told serious romantic partners and donât plan to tell?
What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?
How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?
What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?
If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?
What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?
Whatâs something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?
Are they a listener or a talker? If theyâre a listener, what makes them talk? If theyâre a talker, what makes them listen?
Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?
Who would they say âyesâ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didnât want to do?
Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?
What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally donât agree with?
Whatâs a phrase they say a lot?
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Who would / do they believe without question?
Whatâs their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?
Whatâs something theyâre expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?
If theyâre scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
Whatâs a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?
How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
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"babe, can i borrow your phone? i left mine in my gym bag and i'm too lazy to go get it," soonyoung mumbled as he laid down on your lap, hair being played with and thoroughly comfortable.
"yeah, here," you handed it to him without much thought.
neither of you had a tendency to go through each other's phones, but you had exchanged passwords and were very casual about picking up the other's phones whenever you felt like it. there was too much trust between you to really overthink these things. which wad why you had no issue giving him your phone while he didn't have his own at hand.
soonyoung laid there for a while, perusing instagram and other social medias while you read an ebook, holding it with one hand while playing with his hair with the other. you didn't pay much mind to him while you entertained yourself with your story, and the same could be said about him.
the calm silence accompanied by some show playing in the background was interrupted mere minutes later by a characteristically loud gasp from soonyoung.
"babe, who the hell is this loser?", he asked, rushing to sit up beside you and showing you your phone.
"hm? who?" you barely looked up from your book as he pressed to your side.
"some loser. cooper," he huffed.
on screen was a conversation he'd seemingly pulled up, with the name 'cooper coworker' displayed at the top. it took a few seconds for it to dawn on you what you were looking at.
"oh. that's just my coworker. why? what'd he say?", you didn't care too much about the conversation, but you were slightly curious as to why soonyoung had pulled it up. it wasn't really like him to check your messages.
"the notification just popped up so i went on it, sorry," he was sheepish about it before fully handing you the phone, letting you take a look at the conversation in question, "but, uh, what does he mean by this?"
there were a few prior messages to the newer ones, which were all from different time stamps and very tame in nature, usually just being shift trades or confirmations about work projects. the final few were the ones soonyoung had accidentally intercepted before you could check.
from: cooper coworker
hey can we talk about what happened the other day?
the first one was tame enough, suddenly reminding you of what'd happened a few weeks back, but the poor boy practically vibrating next to you made you opt to keep reading before clarifying the situation to him.
from: cooper coworker
i just wanted to see if you'd reconsider. i'd really like to take you out
i felt like you were just dismissing me with the whole boyfriend thing. i asked belinda and she said she's never seen you with any guy
anyways my offer for dinner's still up if you wanna
it amused you for the most part. the original interaction had been so tame and forgettable you'd completely disregarded the whole thing as soon as it happened.
cooper wasnt someone you saw on a daily basis, so his name hadnt registered when soonyoung had told you who the message was from. when he came up to you to ask if you'd like to have dinner, you were slightly surprised, not entirely sure of who he was. the easiest thing to say in response was that you had a boyfriend and werent interested (which was very much the truth). he had simply nodded in response and mostly taken it like a champ.
you wish you could say that his insistence surprised you, but it was a classic guy move. to act nonchalant at rejection only to come back ten times as insistent as before.
the situation made you wanna roll your eyes and just block him, but you guessed that maybe soonyoung would want an explanation sometime soon before his entire body combusted. the sight was cute, at least.
you sighed, "it's just some guy from work who asked me out, soonie. nothing too important."
that wasn't enough for him.
he whined, nudging your knee as he put the phone down, "what does he mean by 'the whole boyfriend thing'? what, do you work with this loser? who does he think he is? i'm your lockscreen, what the fuck is wrong with him? should i go talk to him? i'll do it, babe, just-"
"soonyoung! it's fine. i'll block him if it makes you feel better. i never talk to him anyways. everyone else at work knows i have a boyfriend. it's just some stupid guy. no threat whatsoever," you reassured him.
that seemed to calm him down momentarily. his breath evened and his rambling halted. he remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.
"that's not good enough."
"what?"
suddenly he got up, grabbing your phone in one hand and your arm with the other and leading you out of the living room. within moments you were in your room, being pushed towards your bed and losing your balance and falling onto it.
"soonyoung, what the fuck-"
throwing your phone onto the bed, he approached you, telling you to keep facing forward as he pushed you further onto the bed. undoing his sweats as he approached you. his tone had been cold and entirely void of emotion, causing your brain to go numb and follow along with his instruction. you'd been too distracted by the removal of your own sweats to hear his following instruction, causing him to harshly pull you against him to get your attention before repeating himself.
"w-what?"
"i said, text him. tell him you're not interested and block him."
that was easy enough.
you reached over to the phone he'd thrown onto the bed and opened it back up, searching for the conversation in order to draft up a message.
but before you were even able to start, a huge distraction entered you.
immediately upon penetrating you, soonyoung went at it like crazy. it was like he had zero concern for anything other than fucking his entire essence into you.
you screamed out at the sudden intrusion and continued to gasp and mewl at the consequent thrusts into your hole. your hands shook as you gripped onto the phone, elbows hurting from putting your weight on them in order to hold onto the phone.
but soonyoung didnt care. no, on the contrary, any time you'd scream out his name, he'd go even harder, fingers surely bruising your hips due to how harshly he held onto you.
"i don't see you texting him, baby," he huffed in between thrusts, "need me to dictate it to you? brain too cockdrunk to think?"
he was mocking you, but he was right. you were usually nicely moist for him, but the moment he threw you onto the bed, it was like your mind was taken over by a docile and horny version of yourself, making you lose any ability to think for yourself by every passing moment.
unable to respond properly, you nodded, moving to try and type whatever he'd tell you to type.
"tell him to never contact you again, or else your boyfriend might get mad, okay, baby? tell him, fuck, tell him you already have the perfect guy taking care of you every night," he groaned in between thrusts, huffing and puffing at how tight you'd get for him.
you typed up the message to the best of your ability, surely getting a ton of typos in the process but not caring enough to correct them. this guy was nothing compared to soonyoung, especially not in this moment. the message in itself was slightly embarrassing to share with some random coworker, but your brain wasn't working properly at the moment.
hitting send, you thought that'd be the end of it. that now you'd be able to enjoy soonyoung's cock in peace. except that bastard replied immediately, and soonyoung managed to catch it from behind you.
suddenly, he started hammering even harder into you, genuine anger filling his veins at the response you'd received.
from: cooper coworker
lol that sounds kinda toxic. u deserve better than that guy
"'toxic'? did he just call me toxic?," he gaped between gasped breaths, "block him," he demanded, "block that fucking dumbass, i- fuck, i'm gonna-"
that's when he started going as hard as humanly possible, still letting out expletives against the coworker you'd forgotten about the moment you'd gone back home that day to your soonyoung. it hurt, but it hurt so good. it was the most pleasurable pain you'd ever felt. surely it'd lead to traces of pain after the fact, but it all felt worth it as soonyoung hammered into you with all strength available in his body.
"h-hurts, soonie, it's too much ..." you managed to sigh out, arms giving out under you and head pressing onto the mattress.
the comforter under you quickly became damp with a mixture if tears and drool, but you were too brain dead to process it.
"no, baby, this ... this, fucking shit, is to show you that you're mine. that no idiot guy can even think of, shit, fuck, of looking your way," he practically growled.
his labored breath accompanied by his broken sentences told you all you needed to know. you were about to be filled up by his load and there was nothing you wanted more. you'd never been claimed by someone in such a way and the euphoria that came with it was addictive.
with more curses and filthy expletives, soonyoung filled you up. his warmth inside you led to your own orgasm, making you completely fall onto the bed the moment he pulled out and took away his hold on you.
you didn't have any time to whine at the loss before he reappeared and began hastily cleaning you up, laying you on your back so he could kiss your cheek as he wiped at the drool and tears drying on your face.
when you opened your eyes, you found a completely different image of the soonyoung who had just defiled you to hell and back. staring back at you wad a hamster-faced cutie with some sort of worry in his eyes. his smile was sheepish and his movements way softer than usual. you couldn't left a giggle leaving your lips, which in turn caused him to relax and chuckle back.
"uh, sorry about that. just- uh, i got mad, i think ... at him! not at you! you're perfect," he rambled on in usual soonyoung fashion.
he was the cutest thing ever.
"it's okay, soonie. i'm not mad. feel free to do that again any time you want," you sat up to give him a kiss, earning a happy hum from him.
"oh, ah, yes. noted."
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Warnings: Centaur!Suguru x Centaur!Satoru x female!reader + smut + size difference(ofc) + fantasyAu + big cocks + squirting + jerking off + big!men + notproofread + VERY NASTY!! + you may not be into this and thatâs okay! Skip and wait for my other works, love you<33
Centaur!Satoru and Suguru are huge men, bigger than you they tower over you with broad chests and thick bodies that look sculpted Greek gods.
They found you passed out deep in the forest, No human had ever come this deep, theyâve heard of your kind but never actually seen small things like you, only the elders have seen humans and their terrible nature.
Theyâve been warned countless times that they arenât to be trusted. But what could a thing like you do to them? They could easily snap your neck should you become aggressive and so far you havenât. Theyâve been secretly nursing you back to health in a little cave they fixed up for you. With a broken ankle you canât do much moving, they could let you ride on their backs but theyâre curious things who want to know a little bit more about you, so theyâll keep you for just a tad bit longer.
Youâre so sweet too, the stories about your kind donât compare to your innate sense of kindness, you allow them to ask allKinds of questions no matter how weird or personal they get, Satoru had really gotten curious about your feet, how do you manage to balance on just two? He needs four to support his body properly.
You giggled so sincerely and explained that to him in the most make-a sense way possible.
You love touching and rubbing their hefty backs, when they lay down near you, your hand always finds a way to rub their soft fur, they seem to enjoy it. Things get a little weird when they find themselves unusually interested about whatâs in between your legs, they asked and you obliged to let them see but not underneath your panties.
You shyly spread your legs and lift up your shirt, your fat clothed cunt on display for them to see, they stare for a little: intrigued at how different you are from their females. Then the touching begins, it goes from just looking at you to you allowing them to rub you through your underwear.
Suguru is the first to move closer to you to take his thumb and rub up and down, when he grazes your clit and sees the hitched breath you hold back he does it again, then again. Gaining even more cute reactions out of you.
Satoru is an impatient thing who wants in too, he slips his finger beneath your underwear and quickly pulls back: youâre wet, soaked in fact.
He slips his fingers back in, rubbing them inbetween your plump lips, he moves down far enough to feel where your wetness is more prominent, when he pushes inside that little opening you let out the lewdest moan youâve had all evening.
Oh.
That spurs Suguru to also slip his hand into your panties, he rubs the little nub at the top whilst Satoru prods his fingers in that little twitchy hole.
Suguru being the most level headed is the one whoâs bringing his hand to his own unsheathed cock, you get a glance through glassy hazy eyes at him: heâs thick and long, a nasty combo to have.
He starts stroking himself in tune with the way he rubs you clit, the way he squeezes himself looks like it hurts but he seems unfazed by the grip, he just keeps his eyes trained on your greedy cunt already taking two of Satoruâs fingers.
âOh god⊠do it faster Satoru.â Suguru moans out so unashamed, asking for Satoru to give you more pleasure so he in turn can feel more as well. Satoru abides and further ruins your pretty pussy.
Youâre suddenly being forced stomach down on a hefty rock, Satoru is the one mounting you, you think heâs forgetting just how massive he is that you canât possible take his cock, even his tip looks to be too much.
âToru, calm down, she canât take you right now.â Suguru telling satoru to calm down like the look in his eye isnât excited at the thought of Satoru just forcing his entire length in, Suguru is still jerking off his slick cock in a rough manner.
âMhn⊠a little- jusâ a littleâ Satoru rubs his tip against your pussy, dipping inbetween your lips just to cover it in your sopping wetness. You help him push his thick tip in a little, the stretch is something youâve never felt before, it hurts so bad but it makes you want more.
He gets a little past his tip in, and starts rocking his hips agaisnt you, making you take anymore than this is off the table heâd seriously injure you.
Suguru can be heard, groaning when he sees youâve squirted on Satoruâs cock, his tip remind you.
Youâre left panting opened mouthed, filled leaky cunt and Satoru not even finished with you.
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Just A Prank
Franco Colapinto x Fem!reader
minor angst and a lot of fluff
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The day began like any other. You and Franco had both slept in, rare and cherished moments of rest squeezed between the constant hum of his career as a Formula 2 driver. Lately, every moment together felt extra specialâhis season was nearing its end, and with it, the uncertainty of what would come next loomed ever closer.
That morning, you both lounged on the sofa, Francoâs head resting comfortably in your lap as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy dark hair. You could feel the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body leaning into yours. He seemed unusually relaxed, but you could also sense an underlying tensionâlike he was holding something back.
âDo you want to go out for a walk later?â you asked, trying to pull him out of his pensive silence.
Franco looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âIâd rather stay like this for a bit longer,â he murmured, leaning up to steal a kiss. âBesides, who knows when Iâll get the chance to do this again.â
âFranco, donât be so dramatic,â you chuckled, but his words stirred something inside you. You both knew the competitive nature of racing, the constant push to perform, and the slim chances of moving up to Formula 1. Heâd been hoping, of course, but you could feel the weight of the uncertainty. It had been pressing on both of you, silent and unspoken.
As the day wore on, you found yourself nestled in the little routines that made life with Franco feel so complete: cooking breakfast together, debating which show to watch, laughing over silly inside jokes only the two of you understood. The hours passed, and you found comfort in his presence, a sense of home you never thought youâd find so soon in life.
Then, in the early afternoon, Francoâs phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the quiet, and he tensed immediately.
âHold on, amor,â he said softly, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the screen. âItâs my boss⊠I need to take this.â
You watched him slip into the next room, closing the door behind him as he answered. You felt your heart rate pick up, your mind running through a million scenarios. You knew heâd been anxiously awaiting some news about next season, but he hadnât said muchâalways downplaying it, always acting like it was no big deal. Yet you could tell it mattered to him more than he let on.
Minutes ticked by, each one dragging longer than the last. You strained to hear snippets of his voice, but it was muffled behind the door. Your stomach churned with nerves, and you hugged a pillow to your chest, wondering what could possibly be taking so long.
Finally, he emerged, his face unreadable. You searched his expression, looking for any hint of what heâd heard, but he just sighed, walking toward you with a faint smile.
âSoâŠâ he said, plopping down beside you, trying to look nonchalant. âLooks like next season⊠theyâre, uh, bringing someone else in to replace me.â
The words landed like a stone in your chest. âWhat?â you whispered, wide-eyed with disbelief. âFranco, noâthereâs no way! Youâve been amazing this season! Who would they possibly bring in thatâs better than you?â
He shrugged, looking away, his face somber. âApparently they want a different direction or something.â
Anger bubbled up inside you, your face heating as you struggled to keep your composure. âIâm sorry, but thatâs insane. Youâve worked so hard, Franco. You donât deserve this! Itâs not fair!â
Franco bit his lip, struggling to contain a grin. You were too furious to notice.
âIâll call them,â you continued, clenching your fists. âIâll go down to the paddock myself if I have to and demand answers. They donât realize what theyâre giving up.â
âY/N,â Franco interrupted softly, his voice trembling slightly with laughter, âitâs a joke.â
You froze, trying to process his words. âA⊠a joke?â you repeated, blinking in confusion.
He laughed, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace, his whole body shaking with laughter. âYes, cariño, a joke! They didnât replace me. They actually⊠called me up. Iâm going to F1.â
For a second, you couldnât speak. Relief and shock hit you in equal measure, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to spill over. You blinked, your mind racing to catch up. âWait, Franco, are you serious?â
He nodded, his eyes shining with excitement, a look youâd never seen before. âI am. I didnât want to get my hopes up until I knew for sure. But yes⊠Iâm moving up to Formula 1.â
âFranco!â you gasped, grabbing his face in your hands as the reality of it set in. Pride, love, and pure joy swelled in your heart, and you leaned in, pressing a fierce, grateful kiss to his lips. âIâm so, so proud of you.â
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. âSo⊠do you still want to go to that fancy dinner? I think I could use a celebration.â
You didnât need any more convincing. After changing into something special for the occasion, you spent the rest of the evening out together, every laugh and glance shared over the candlelit table a reminder of the journey youâd both been on together, and the exciting path that lay ahead. It felt surreal, like a dream you both dared not wake up from.
The restaurant was perfectâa quiet, candlelit spot with a warm ambiance, the kind of place where you felt like the world outside melted away. It was just you and Franco, tucked into a cozy booth with glasses of deep red wine glinting in the soft light. You both had eyes only for each other.
As you sat down, Franco took your hand, his fingers warm and familiar as they laced through yours. He began tracing soft, invisible circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, a simple gesture that sent gentle shivers up your spine. You caught yourself smiling, wondering if he realized just how much these little touches meant to you.
âWho are you most excited to see on the grid?â you asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. You knew he had a few favorite drivers, people he looked up to and couldnât wait to work alongside. The mere thought of him among the ranks of those he admired filled you with pride.
âAh, I canât lie,â he said with a grin, leaning closer. âIt has to be Alonso. To think that Iâll be racing alongside him⊠It still doesnât feel real. And Verstappen, tooâIâve watched them since I was a kid, you know? To be up there with them, fighting for positions on the same trackâŠâ He shook his head, a little awestruck, and you could see the light in his eyes, that spark of a dream coming true.
You squeezed his hand, feeling his excitement wash over you like a wave. âItâs everything youâve worked for, Franco. And you deserve it more than anyone.â
He gave you a bashful smile, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. âIâd never have made it here without you, Y/N. Youâre my biggest supporter, and that means the world to me.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â you murmured, brushing his cheek softly. âItâs just⊠Iâm so happy to see you finally getting what youâve dreamed of. Itâs going to be incredible, Franco.â
The two of you settled into an easy rhythm of talking about the futureâwhere heâd be traveling, who heâd meet, the circuits he was most excited to race on. He laughed as he recounted stories of watching past races as a kid, how heâd imagined himself on those tracks, feeling every turn and straight as if he was already there.
âTo celebrate,â he began, leaning back with a mischievous smile, âwe should travel somewhere just for us. No circuits, no media. Just the two of us, like old times.â
Your eyes lit up. âLike a real holiday?â
He nodded. âExactly. We could go somewhere quiet, off the grid. A beach, maybe. Just us, some sunshine, no worries.â
âLetâs do it,â you said, a smile spreading across your face. âAfter your first race, weâll sneak away and have our own little victory tour.â
Franco laughed, shaking his head. âItâs a date, then.â He raised his glass in a toast, and you clinked yours against his, both of you laughing, a gentle warmth in the air as the wine brought out the color in his cheeks.
As he sipped, he looked at you thoughtfully. âWhat about you, Y/N? This is going to be a huge change. Are you ready for all the travel, the media, the madness?â
You felt his fingers lace through yours a little tighter, a look of genuine concern crossing his face. You took a breath, holding his gaze. âFranco, Iâll follow you anywhere. This is your dream, and I want to be there to support you every step of the way. Iâll be right there, cheering you on, reminding you to eat, helping you decompress after every race. Whatever you need.â
For a moment, he just looked at you, his face softening, his eyes full of that love that had been there from the beginning. âIâm the luckiest guy alive, you know that?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice caught as you noticed something over his shoulder. At a table just across the room, seated side by side with familiar expressions of pride and warmth, were your parents. They were dressed for the occasion, looking right at you with knowing smiles, raising their glasses in your direction.
âWait⊠are those⊠my parents?â you whispered, glancing back at Franco, utterly bewildered. âWhat are they doing here?â
But when you turned back to him, Franco was no longer in his seat. Instead, he was down on one knee beside you, his warm hand still holding yours. In his other hand, he held a small, velvet ring box, his face a mixture of nervousness and undeniable love.
âY/N,â he began, his voice soft yet steady. âFrom the moment I met you, I knew you were something special. Youâre my best friend, my rock, and the reason Iâve been able to dream as big as I have. I canât imagine facing any of lifeâs twists and turns without you by my side. I want to spend every lap of this life with you. Will you marry me?â
Tears welled up in your eyes, the enormity of the moment crashing over you. You could feel the warmth of his hand still holding yours, the love in his gaze steady and unwavering. You could only nod, whispering, âYes, Franco. Yes, Iâll marry you.â
The restaurant broke into applause as he slid the ring onto your finger. He rose to his feet, pulling you close, and you laughed through your tears, burying your face in his shoulder as the joy of it all overflowed. It felt as though time had stopped, as though the two of you were the only people in the room.
When you pulled back, your parents were there, wrapping you in hugs, congratulating you both. You looked back at Franco, his eyes never leaving yours, that same quiet joy radiating from him.
In that moment, you knew that no matter where this life took you, every twist and turn would be worth it because youâd be facing them together.
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Also to add: sometimes questions donât get addressed. Or other parts of a conversation just naturally turn away from where they started to the point itâs too awkward to bring it back up, or thereâs just no need to respond to it.
This is especially true of what I call âmediocreâ (in the archaic sense of âaverage qualityâ ) questions, I.e. âdo you remember how you got here?â To a patient in a hospital. Does the answer have meaning? Yes, in the right scene. But not every scene needs to focus on that, though literally any nurse is going to ask if you are unconscious upon arrival, or even if you faint while there. They also donât particularly care about the answer, as long as youâre not obviously in distress about it.
Similarly, âare you okay?â Asked to a person who is obviously hurt or struggling needs no answer, as such; I certainly donât tend to answer that question conventionally when the answer is itself obvious. Can it be answered, with meaning? Yes. Does it NEED an answer to feel realistic? No.
âHow are you feeling?â I think can fall into this category too.
However these are different from the âflock callâ questions, as I call them â the âIâm human, are you human? Oh you are!â Game, which is all social script, I.e. âhow are you?â -> âIâm fineâ. âHow was school?â -> âit was goodâ etc. these are dictated by social expectations, not legitimate answers, so I donât even really consider them questions tbh. Nonetheless, it can feel dreadfully awkward to answer those in the expected way sometimes, and for ND people in particular, we tend to have our own little way of answering those. So as a character building aspect of dialogue, theyâre valuable.
Also â that body language point!!!!!! Body language IS A LANGUAGE. Entire conversations can be had with no words spoken at all, especially between people who know each other well or in intense confrontations.
And that carries into dialogue as well â sometimes whatâs being said with words is Not whatâs being said with body language, and that can really make a scene feel both dynamic and real!
The number of times Iâve seen my fiancĂ©, for example, having a âpleasantâ conversation with his uncle or mom, and unless you knew how to read his body language, youâd never assume by dialogue alone that he was being closed off or defensive. But nearly every time they have any kind of long talk, regardless of topic, he always crosses his arms, and leans backward, and stands up if he can, if heâs not already, and will, if they follow suit, put something between himself and them. He is the veritable picture of âplease donât talk to meâ , buuuuuuut we live in a house of people who canât read into that to save themselves, except ironically for lil old autistic me, because I had to learn that body language unintuitively lol. However, itâs a great example of that subtextual information being presented in conjunction with dialogue; if you only heard them speak on tape, youâd think they got along and had a wonderful relationship. But by observing the body language, the entire tone of even the most âniceâ conversations shifts dramatically into a more questionable light.
But anyways, those are just my contributions! :)
Things Real People Do in Dialogue (For Your Next Story)
Okay, letâs be realâdialogue can make or break a scene. You want your characters to sound natural, like actual humans talking, not robots reading a script. So, how do you write dialogue that feels real without it turning into a mess of awkward pauses and âumsâ? Hereâs a little cheat sheet of what real people actually do when they talk (and you can totally steal these for your next story):
1. People Interrupt Each Other All the Time In real conversations, nobody waits for the perfect moment to speak. We interrupt, cut each other off, and finish each other's sentences. Throw in some overlaps or interruptions in your dialogue to make it feel more dynamic and less like a rehearsed play.
2. They Donât Always Say What They Mean Real people are masters of dodging. Theyâll say one thing but mean something totally different (hello, passive-aggressive banter). Or theyâll just avoid the question entirely. Let your characters be vague, sarcastic, or just plain evasive sometimesâit makes their conversations feel more layered.
3. People Trail Off... We donât always finish our sentences. Sometimes we just... stop talking because we assume the other person gets what weâre trying to say. Use that in your dialogue! Let a sentence trail off into nothing. It adds realism and shows the comfort (or awkwardness) between characters.
4. Repeating Words Is Normal In real life, people repeat words when theyâre excited, nervous, or trying to make a point. Itâs not a sign of bad writingâitâs how we talk. Let your characters get a little repetitive now and then. It adds a rhythm to their speech that feels more genuine.
5. Fillers Are Your Friends People say "um," "uh," "like," "you know," all the time. Not every character needs to sound polished or poetic. Sprinkle in some filler words where it makes sense, especially if the character is nervous or thinking on their feet.
6. Not Everyone Speaks in Complete Sentences Sometimes, people just throw out fragments instead of complete sentences, especially when emotions are high. Short, choppy dialogue can convey tension or excitement. Instead of saying âI really think we need to talk about this,â try âWe need to talk. Now.â
7. Body Language Is Part of the Conversation Real people donât just communicate with words; they use facial expressions, gestures, and body language. When your characters are talking, think about what theyâre doingâare they fidgeting? Smiling? Crossing their arms? Those little actions can add a lot of subtext to the dialogue without needing extra words.
8. Awkward Silences Are Golden People donât talk non-stop. Sometimes, they stop mid-conversation to think, or because things just got weird. Donât be afraid to add a beat of awkward silence, a long pause, or a meaningful look between characters. It can say more than words.
9. People Talk Over Themselves When They're Nervous When weâre anxious, we tend to talk too fast, go back to rephrase what we just said, or add unnecessary details. If your characterâs nervous, let them ramble a bit or correct themselves. Itâs a great way to show their internal state through dialogue.
10. Inside Jokes and Shared History Real people have history. Sometimes they reference something that happened off-page, or they share an inside joke only they get. This makes your dialogue feel lived-in and shows that your characters have a life beyond the scene. Throw in a callback to something earlier, or a joke only two characters understand.
11. No One Explains Everything People leave stuff out. We assume the person weâre talking to knows what weâre talking about, so we skip over background details. Instead of having your character explain everything for the readerâs benefit, let some things go unsaid. Itâll feel more naturalâand trust your reader to keep up!
12. Characters Have Different Voices Real people donât all talk the same way. Your characters shouldnât either! Pay attention to their unique quirksâdoes one character use slang? Does another speak more formally? Maybe someoneâs always cutting people off while another is super polite. Give them different voices and patterns of speech so their dialogue feels authentic to them.
13. People Change the Subject In real life, conversations donât always stay on track. People get sidetracked, jump to random topics, or avoid certain subjects altogether. If your characters are uncomfortable or trying to dodge a question, let them awkwardly change the subject or ramble to fill the space.
14. Reactions Arenât Always Immediate People donât always respond right away. They pause, they think, they hesitate. Sometimes they donât know what to say, and that delay can speak volumes. Give your characters a moment to process before they respondâitâll make the conversation feel more natural.
Important note: Please donât use all of these tips in one dialogue at once.
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the handmaidens + padmé group can't be be this super wholesome group of besties that share make up and gossips and giggle as they make out ocassionally, they can't be always this cool and badass girlpower considering the fucked up way they are on this situation. Considering each of them is actually A Person that's different from Padmé, as much as they trained themselves to mentally replicate all her moves, considering that they're ready to die for her (but she won't for them, she can't, she's too important, as much as it pains her) I can't not think of this as a awfully unbalanced group of people that got forced to become friends and develop weird and intense feelings for each other but also a deep resentment and extreme passive-agressiveness because at the end of the day, they're Padmé's subordinates and there's no way Padmé doesn't, inherently and unconsciously (and sometimes consciously) step into a Boss role, there's no way Padmé, sometimes, doesn't realize the disagreements or drama that might be going on, and if she does there's...well, lots of awkwardness they're forced to overcome. She probably will obliviously hurt them, and they won't retaliate because that's their boss. Sure, there's a window of honestity that goes beyond the professional, but it only make things harder and messier. And them there's probably lots of talking behind backs, and little cliques and mini groups, not to even touch on the dating or romantic feelings, that probably just makes the drama skyrocket.
And still, they're a very close group of Friends (perhaps more for some of them), but more intimate than normal friends and at the same time less intimate than real friends because real friends become honest and intimate as a choice and as a natural relationship developing, and definitely not as healthy and honest as any normal friends. And do you think that keeps them awake? They're look-alikes, trained to copy PadmĂ©'s mannerisms and behaviour, and clothes, everything, and they all together created Queen Amidala as a facade, and yet there's still that feeling of lack of actual Ăntimacy, a feeling of a lack of actual friendship, like the itch isn't really satisfied in between them because as much as they care for each other, there's a feeling of fakeness into it all, a feeling of 'what brough us together is just a job, and what keeps us together is that we don't know something different'. But some of the handmaidens do leave and adventure away from this, and there IS happy moments and real kinship at times... is just that, the uglyness isn't not very far from the surface.
#i'm so sure this barely makes sense and there's lots of typos i was just writting as it came to my mind#padmé amidala#naboo handmaidens#star wars#naboo culture fucking up little girls since being 12#rambling#at tjis point i should make a meta tag
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Bucky is high-key appalled by the lack of chivalry and politeness exhibited by the men of the twenty first century. Can't fathom that men ignore women on the train or bus who need seats, that doors aren't being opened for women, seats aren't being pulled out, space isn't made for women as they pass packs of men on the sidewalk. There are many things in this new age world that Bucky can't wrap his head around, but the disregard for women is something he'll never understand, so he opens doors for ladies if they are both going in the same building, vacates seats when there is a woman around in need of space. He can't help it, having grown up in a world entirely different to the one he is now. It is second nature and comes as quickly as breathing, but it stuns you a little the first time you get treated like that. You swoon at the fact Bucky holds the door for you, lets you pass before him, makes sure you walk on the safer side of the pavement, holds your hand when you cross the road, makes sure you get the food and drinks first, offers to drive and pay for date nights, the list is endless. Still, for once in your adult dating life, you don't question the sincerity of his words as they are backed up by actions.
"Did something happen to men while I was gone?" Bucky's confused voice floats down the hall of your apartment as he strides in, kicking his shoes off and placing them neatly on the rack by the bathroom door.
"What do you mean?" You look up from your spot on the couch, laptop sitting on your raised legs. "Like, did they go extinct and come back?"
Bucky reaches the living room and shucks off his jacket and gloves to hang over the chair before coming to the couch and plopping beside you. A soft kiss is pressed to your cheek, stubble grazing your skin as he mumbles a greeting before settling into the plush sofa.
"I mean, did they lose all manners?" he shakes his head in disbelief, hands splaying out in frustrated emphasis. "Do men not open doors for women? Or move out of the way for them on the side walk?"
You close the laptop and stow it away on the small shelf of the coffee table, no longer focusing on the information packets Tony had sent you early this morning.
"What happened?" You ask, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, enjoying how he melts into your touch.
"I just watched a bucnh'a men in suits practically push a woman out of the way to get through the door." he sighs, clearly exasperated at the lack of respect for other humans. "And then they didn't even hold the door for her! They just let it swing closed. How do they act on dates? I doubt they pay."
You hum, letting his rant continue.
"And I was on the line."
"Online." you correct gently, spiking his hair up with your fingers, the shorter strands finally obeying you.
"I was online," he rectifies. "and I saw this video of a woman talking about a man getting angry that she wasn't gonna go home with him after the first date."
"Please tell me that never happened to you." His attention shifts to you now, genuine distress simmering in his blue eyes, and when you don't answer, he becomes distraught.
"Doll, no," Bucky shakes his head as if you confessed to the murder of his beloved stuffed animal. "Come on, you gotta be joking."
"It was years ago! I was young and stupid and didn't know my worth." You shrug, obviously not as upset as your counterpart. âI've learnt my lesson. I know I am worth at least two dinners now." The joke falls flat as Bucky stares, not amused.
"It's a joke, Buck."
"I know, but I don't like it." He grumbles, folding his arms across his chest like a child. "Don't like that you were treated like that."
"Well, good thing I've got you now, huh?" you abandon his hair, stroking the back of your fingers over his stubbly cheek.
Bucky pouts. "Still don't like it. You deserved better."
You kiss his cheek, feeling his cheeks round as he smiles. "You're too good to me, Mr. Barnes." another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Even if we did sleep together on the first date."
"Hey! That wasn't the same. We knew each other before that." Bucky protests as you stand from the couch, walking to the kitchen to start on dinner. "At least I paid!"
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ok but consider⊠sex pollen in the quarter quell with finnick⊠fuck or die in the quarter quell with finnick⊠is this anything
this is something yes yes
it's tricky because for at least a second there, finnick really considers the die option. he's being selfish even though he's trying to be selfless. he's so in his head, trying desperately to keep anything intimate concerning you out of the capitol's reach. but his hand has been forced and there's no other option here.
you're staring at finnick with wide teary eyes, sweat beading down your forehead, falling off of your furrowed brows. finnick didn't realize he'd zoned out until he tunes back in to you begging him for mercy. begging him for help.
he ends up hovered over you, trying his best to keep you covered from any covert cameras. his forearm resting over your head, his body shielding yours while his hand is between your thighs. this suit design doesn't allow for much coverage since finnick had to basically undress you just to get access to your cunt. he's told you to cover your chest, practically pleaded that you do this one thing for him, but you're so far gone that finnick had to resort to pressing your chest against his. you got more of it than he did and it's showing in the alert blinks and flicker of your eyes, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the audible squelching of your cunt.
if the circumstances were different, he would've reveled in this. he would've lost his mind over how wet you are. but this wasn't done naturally. none of this was natural. finnick's movements aren't natural, either.
he wants to please you with passion from deep inside of him. instead, he gets you off as if it's a chore. flicking his fingers just right, reaching part of you that he knows will excite you, doing his best to get you off as fast as possible so you can continue surviving. so you can continue your mission.
he's not even thinking about himself, not until you arch your back, pushing your pelvis out and finnick's hand goes with it. the back of his hand brushes the boner confined in his suit, and suddenly finnick is awake.
he's gotten it too, if he doesn't get himself off, he could die, leaving you all alone to figure this out. he only has one option here.
#i can think of a lot regarding this#the capitol's reactions#during and after#the mindset of u both#yes yes#finnick odair x reader#finnicksworld!#finnick odair smut
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This Remembrance Day among their many faces and stories, we also remember those who held their lovers for the last time, unable to share a kiss goodbye. Those who could only nod solemnly over news of their comradeâs passing lest others know the true nature of their feelings. Those who burnt their diaries and letters lest the world know who they loved. Those who died in the dirt with eyes fixed towards the sky with letters signed âthineâ in breast pockets sent between those history will only ever regard as âjust friendsâ. Those branded cowards and enemies, those imprisoned and beaten, those who put themselves in the line of fire to avoid the shame of the court martial and the lifetime of scorn from their family and community.
So often are their stories omitted from history books and conversation because acknowledging who they loved is seen as disgracing the puritan fantasy of remembrance which is now so divorced from the realties of what went on. No one can so much as suggest a difference in sexuality without accusations of tarnishing a personâs legacy, as if a difference in sexuality is something to be ashamed of. The powerful and complex blend of camaraderie, affection, friendship, love, romance, and devotion is a truly forgotten part of the world wars. We may never truly know who they were or the nature of their love and bonds, but if we exist today, so too did they.
Iâve been fortunate enough to meet with a wonderful researcher who published a phenomenal report on the discrimination faced by 2SLGBTQ+ soldiers of the Canadian Expeditionary Force during WW1 which I highly recommend a read through as this person was able to track down actual names and photos of forgotten faces. I know for the last 8 years Iâve been trying to educate in various small ways on this blog, but every 11th of November that comes I find myself remembering those real and almost invisible people who obnoxious commenters and biased historians are so quick to discredit and rewrite to fit their bigotry, as if that does not disrespect their memory more so than any mention of sexuality ever could. Who someone loved or how they expressed themselves may have only served as just one piece of the puzzle to their grand identity, but nevertheless, no one should be made to feel it disgraceful or shameful to simply acknowledge in good faith, whether itâs in truth or possibility.
This photoset was created with stories like this in mind. We have always been here. And though we didnât know you, we see you.
And it hurts to miss you, but itâs worse to know
That Iâm the reason you wonât come home
Photos by keltikfilm, editing by me
#seeing more sources ACTUALLY talking about Wilfred Owen or Sassoon and the lot in a way that doesnât completely ignore their sexuality#and they do it in a way that makes them loving men sound natural and casual and factual instead of sensationalising it for clicks#opposite of the chap who runs that one Lawrence of Arabia website who is violently passionate about him being straight like#he ainât gonna fck you bro#wild but not shocking that itâs been over 100 years and ppl are still fighting over whether or not there were gay soldiers#like yeah man we really just spawned here in the 1970s youâre right :///#rememberence#armistice day#lgbtq history
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only us who knows - leehan
synopsis: you havent seen your boyfriend, leehan, in a while so you decided to surprise him in his fansign and he tries his best not to be obvious infront of everyone else
got inspired from this leehan vid
warnings: secret relationship, fluff, idol!leehan x non-idol!reader
wc: 781
more under the cut!
video calls and late-night messages were never quite enough. nothing could ever be as great as having your boyfriend beside you; itâs been two months since you last saw each other. your heart has been torn between the joy of his success and the loneliness of his absence over the months apart, and the pain has been constant. despite all, your love remained the same.
but tonight, you are now standing in line for their fan sign in japan. you had to fly over for a few hours just to see him again, and leehan knows nothing about it. youâre standing there like everyone else, your hands sweaty, your heart racing, even though you've touched his hand a hundred times. seeing him welcome each fan with that bright smile you know so well makes it feel unreal, like a strange combination of tension and excitement. if feels weird to be here, publicly supporting him like everyone else, even though you've been keeping your relationship with him a secret.
with each step, the line moves closer, and your heart beats more loudly. in the hopes that he won't notice you until the last minute, you keep your head down. you can already imagine his reaction: his breathless laughter, his wide-eyed shock, and his usual way of reaching for your hand, as though he finds it hard to believe you're real.
taesan was seated first, followed by sungho, jaehyun, riwoo, leehan, and then woonhak. right before it was your turn to interact with jaehyun, leehanâs eyes found yours across the room, and his face broke into the most genuine, unguarded smile, the kind he usually saves just for you. you could tell that he could not contain his excitement anymore and he started finding it hard to focus on the fan in front of him. he tried to contain it, molding his features into a more controlled smile, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the barely-contained excitement. leehan canât hide it from you, not even if he tried.
and then, itâs your turn.
leehanâs face breaks into a more radiant smile, and he practically bounces in his chair. you furrow your eyebrows worriedly and your eyes try to tell him not to be so obvious. he clears his throat and says in his usual fan sign tone, âthank you for coming to see me.â but, his voice has a warmth and tenderness meant for you, and his eyes tell a different story, hinting at all the words he canât say here. the two of you softly chuckles. he squeezes your hand, his thumb grazing your fingers in a way that, after all this time away, feels both exhilarating and natural. âi couldnât wait any longer.â you said.
he kept squeezing your hand gently, as if to say âiâve missed you, too.â
but he breathes, almost like a whisper, âi missed you.â and you become wary of your surroundings, worried someone must have heard him because leehan was not bothered to be worrying about anyone hearing what he just said. because to be honest, he will scream how much he misses you in front of everyone else if he could. he then slides his other hand under the table, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.
his eyes hold yours, and then his look fell into every feature you have on your face, glistening with that comforting warmth, and you know heâs struggling to hold back. âcanât i just stand there and hug you? i donât think holding hands is enough.â
his eyes lingered on your lips.
one thing about leehan when heâs restrained from doing something he wants, he becomes insufferable. âcareful, a lot of people are watching.â you whisper, trying to remind him of where you both are. he tries to regain his composure but canât help but lean in a little closer than necessary. he laughs softly and shakes his head, his eyes dancing with mischief. "you make it hard for me to be professional."
right when the staff asks you itâs almost time to move, leehanâs touch which was once so subtle now felt like he didnât want to let go. the warmth in his eyes is becoming unmistakable and the fans are starting to notice. before youâre ushered to move along, he scribbles something on one of the pages in the album. even as you walk away, you feel his gaze following you and then he mouths something only you could understand and feel.
âi love you.â
after you are done with the fan sign, you flip through the pages of the album and see his writing: letâs meet at our hotel later. itâs my turn to surprise you.
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#boynextdoor#boynextdoor imagines#leehan#boynextdoor x reader#kim donghyun#leehan x reader#boynextdoor fluff#leehan fluff#bnd leehan#boynextdoor leehan#bnd fluff#kim leehan#leehan scenarios#leehan fic#boynextdoor fic
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Drive me home | Simon "Ghost" Riley | 5
fem!reader | In this story, a young woman mistakenly texts Simon "Ghost" Riley, thinking he's her Uber driver after a wild night out. Despite his gruff, reserved nature, Simon shows up. Contains fake screenshots with texts messages and calls!!!! Start reading from the beginning: Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3 | Part 4
Back to that night, (morning to him), Simon barely had time to process the call, dripping water onto the floor as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Her number flashed on the screen, but the voice on the other end wasnât hersâit was one of her friends, slurring and calling him âUber.â He was about to hang up, shake off this bizarre interruption to his night, when he heard her laugh in the background. It was a sound he hadnât realized he missed.
And just like that, the memory flooded backâthe way she had looked lying there in her bed, still half-dreaming, the way her hair spread across the pillow like some kind of halo. Her eyes, when they met his, had held something he couldnât ignore, something that lingered long after heâd driven away that morning.
He closed his eyes, took a slow breath. Why was he even entertaining this? There was no denying it: he was interested, if only a little. But enough to look for her, to chase her? No, not exactly. Still, this was an opportunity, wasnât it? A coincidence that didnât require him to make any choices, just⊠to drive, to be there.
As he finished getting ready, he shot a quick text to Johnny, letting him know heâd be running late to base. Unsurprisingly, Johnny was quick to pick up on it.
Simon huffed at the message. He could practically hear Johnnyâs smirk.
And with that, he slipped on a face mask, pulled a black cap low over his eyes, and buttoned up his uniform. He wasnât about to make a habit of thisâbut one more night? That he could handle.
As he pulled up to the curb, he could already hear her friends talkingâhalf-laughing, half-teasing. Their voices carried that messy excitement of a night spent a little too deep in the bottle, and he could hear his name on their lips, thrown around in a way that would have made most menâs egos soar. But when he saw her there, cheeks flushed, head ducked as her friends nudged her with conspiratorial glances, it felt⊠different. Pride crept up on him, sure, but it wasnât the familiar, shallow kind he usually felt in these situations. She wasnât just another face in a line of passing encounters, and the idea of seeing her as a one-night fling felt wrong. Somehow, he knew sheâd never fit into that category, not for him.
Still, he felt the pullâthe impulse to admire her, take in every detail, imagine the things he was barely allowing himself to think about. But more than that, he wanted to hear her talk, to get lost in the way she rambled and blushed, her boldness dipping in and out like a tide. It was maddening and frustrating, but even more, it was addictive.
âRight?â he thought to himself, as if needing the reassurance. I just want to hear her talk. Right?
Then again⊠maybe that wasn't all. He clenched his jaw, fighting off the surge of thoughts that threatened to pull him down a familiar path.
And when she slipped out of his truck, the look on her face settled like a weight in his chestâa fleeting disappointment, a shadow of hurt. He hadnât meant it that way; heâd just been honest. He didnât do well with calls, or texts, or⊠whatever this was supposed to be. Keeping distance was safer, for both of them. But somehow, seeing that expression made him feel like heâd fumbled it all.
Bloody hell, he thought, dragging a hand over his face. He was trying to keep things simple, keep his boundaries intact, avoid this tangled mess he knew heâd only ruin. But the second those words slipped outââI like bourbonââthe guard heâd tried so hard to hold was gone.
Why did he say that? Why couldnât he just let her leave with a clean goodbye? He should have known better. He did know better. But sheâd left something unsteady in his mind, a tug he couldnât shake. He wanted her close, yet something dark and heavy in him kept holding him back, whispering the same, cold refrain: You donât deserve a good thing.
For a man who thrived on control, this was chaos. And maybe that was what scared him mostâhow badly he wanted her, despite everything that told him he shouldnât.
He gripped the wheel tighter, jaw clenched, as if forcing himself to stay grounded could untangle his mind. Get it together, Riley. But her message kept replaying in his head, âItâs a date.â
His pulse jumped every time he thought about it, a strange thrill running under his skin that he couldnât explain. Adrenaline was familiarâthis wasnât that. It was something sharper, laced with a damn feeling heâd barely let himself acknowledge. Anticipation, maybe. But did she actually mean a date with him? What did she see here, in a man like him, someone who came and went, whoâd never had more to offer than a night or two and a silent exit?
He shook his head, almost laughing at himself. Youâre thinking too far. But it nagged at himâsome reckless part of him considering more than a single night, something deeper. Get a grip. He shouldnât be thinking about seeing her again, about anything more. Yet somehow, the thought of something real with her felt like a dangerous promise, and he wasnât sure if he was more afraid of letting her down⊠or of wanting it for himself.
The days that followed felt like a haze, each one blending into the next as if time itself had twisted around them. She was nearly losing her mind in disbelief, clutching her phone every so often just to make sure she hadnât imagined their exchange. A date with him, she thought, her heart racing each time she saw that simple, blunt text: âIt is.â
On the other end, Simon was in his worst mood all week. Heâd been restless, short-tempered, and on edgeâa state Soap noticed immediately. Every comment, every offhand remark seemed to hit him wrong, and the last thing he needed was Soapâs relentless needling.
Late Wednesday night, Simon had just returned from a brutal dayâone that included nearly getting himself buried alive thanks to a reckless mission. As he tried to settle his mind, Soapâs text popped up.
Simon stared at the word, letting it sink in, and he felt that twinge again. âGhosted me.â
It hit harder than it should have. He clenched his jaw, then tapped back a quick reply, unable to shake the memory of her voice, almost uncertain but trying to laugh off the sting when sheâd said it.
Soapâs response came immediately, and Simon could almost hear his laugh through the screen.
Simon scowled, but the explanation hit home. He didnât mean to disappear on her. He just⊠hadnât known how to continue, how to deal with whatever was stirring up inside him. He was used to being here one day, gone the nextâno strings, no complications.
But it was her voice, that small crack in it, that was stuck in his head. And something about the thought of her feeling hurt, thinking heâd just dismissed her, made his chest tighten with a strange guilt.
He shot another reply to Soap.
Simon stared at his phone, that unwanted little spark of irritation pricking at him. Soap had always had a knack for prying at the worst times. But this time, Simon didnât answer. Instead, he sat there, his thumb hovering over the screen, his thoughts circling back to her words.
The days leading up to Friday felt like a fever dream. She couldnât focus, her mind looping back to him at the worst times. She was texting Lottie about outfits all week, messaging in frantic bursts:
Lottieâs replies came just as fast:
And then Friday came. The second she opened her eyes, her stomach was tight with nerves. She was sweating through her day, fussing over every tiny detail, trying to push away the flustered feeling every time she thought about him. Why was she this worked up over a guy like him? He wasnât anything like the men she usually went for, and honestly, he was a mysteryânever showed his face, never even gave her the faintest hint that he might be interested. But⊠maybe, just maybe sheâd missed the little signs he had given.
Because that thing about bourbonâwas that a sign? And the fact that he actually drove her and her friends home that night?
Maybe, in his all-serious, closed-off way, he was giving her hints. And maybe, she just needed to be a little patient, to take things slow.
She wanted this. Wanted him. And maybe, against all her own warnings, she wanted it to be more than just one night.
By 19:00, she couldnât take it anymoreâshe had to text him. Nerves made her fingers fly over her phone as she typed:
Before she could spiral any further, his reply came in, simple and to the point.
She bit her lip, eyes narrowing. Of course, he was that dry.
A pause, then his reply came back just as blunt.
God, he was so direct. So dry. And she couldnât help itâshe loved it.
@sleep101
I am posting this story on AO3 too; CLICK HERE TO SEE IT! (I always post here first)
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty#cod modern warfare#ghost fanfiction#cod headcanons#fanfic#ao3#my writing#ghost cod#fem reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader
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Kinktober Day 29 - Masks/Costumes
A/N: Okay so this came about because of a conversation with @jhoneybees and a tiktok about imagining Elvis doing a Calvin Klein advert. This is basically set now, but imagine it's 1969 Elvis, don't ask me how that works it just does.
Pairing: 69!Elvis x photographer!reader
Word count: 2.1K
TWs: This concept is maybe too hot to think about for too long so be careful, masturbation, p in v sex, dirty photos, kinda public sex. There's a mask but honestly I just shoehorned it in there.
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âSo if you could just strip down to the underwear, and then make yourself comfortable on the chair. Weâve got some props in the box too.â
Elvis frowns a little at the word âpropsâ, but does as heâs told. Heâs nervous about this photoshoot. He never thought he would do anything like this, but here he is. He starts to strip, feeling self-conscious under the hot lights. Heâs never really been a big fan of underwear but these new Calvin Klein boxer shorts are pretty comfortable. They donât leave much to the imagination, though, and he sits awkwardly on the armchair, shuffling his legs about.Â
âCan you put one of those masks on, please?â
He starts at the voice. Female, honeyed, with an air of authority. Looking up, heâs confronted by you and your camera. Heâd been expecting the female set helpers but not a female photographer. Becoming even more aware of the way his dick looks in his pants, he crosses one leg over the other. He pulls a mask out of the box of props and puts it on over his eyes, feeling like this must look absolutely ridiculous but trying his best to be amenable. The lights are beating down on him and he feels like the entire room of people is staring at him. Heâs usually happy to be looked at, encourages it almost, but this is different. He feels naked, exposed.Â
âUm⊠uh⊠is this okay, honey?â
You sigh. âUncross your legs. And stop calling me honey, Mr Presley.â
âAh I-Iâm sorry⊠MissâŠâ he stumbles awkwardly over the words. âYaâŠum⊠ya donât have ta call me Mr Presley. Elvis is fine.â
âUncross your legs, Elvis.â
You watch as he slowly does as you tell him. Men calling you pet names annoys you on principle, but heâs much less cocky than youâd expected. Thereâs something endearing about the way he stumbles over his words and seems a little unsure of himself.Â
âThatâs great, thanks. Weâll take a few shots for the lighting now. Try to relax.â
Elvis tries his very best to relax, but he canât help but feel a combination of terror and arousal. Youâre gorgeous but he canât seem to charm you like he usually would. You donât seem interested. Maybe youâre just being professional, but itâs still off-putting. He puts a hand on each of the arms of the chair and tries to keep his expression neutral. You take a few shots and ask the lighting technicians to make one or two changes until youâre happy. Then you actually look at his face and realise he looks terrified.Â
âReally try to relax, Elvis. You look like youâre about to be eaten by a grizzly bear.â
Thereâs a moment of silence and then he bursts out laughing. His whole face lights up as he belly-laughs and you grin back, taking a few photos of him looking natural. You take a quick look at them and decide you can do without the mask. It was something that the stylist had suggested for the shoot, and youâd wondered why anyone would want to cover up such a gorgeous face, but theyâd done a relatively good job of persuading you. Some kind of eyes wide shut theme or something like that. But it doesnât work, and you arenât one to stick to things just for the sake of it.Â
âThatâs better! Get rid of the mask too, thatâs not working for me.â
He smiles, pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor. âThis working for you, honey?â He asks, cheekily, leaning back in the chair and spreading his legs wide.Â
You find yourself biting your lip to stifle a moan. He looks damn hot. But you have to be professional. Youâve done plenty of these photoshoots with attractive men, and you havenât lost your cool yet.Â
âThatâs great. Letâs have a few of you smiling like that and then a couple of serious ones.â
His brain works overtime as he follows your directions. Are you interested? He swears he saw you bite your lip just then, but your voice is even and professional and youâre not flirting back at all.Â
You keep snapping away with the camera, directing him and the lighting people until you get what you want. Your eyes are drawn to his hands, the glittering rings and the length of his fingers⊠you clear your throat. Have to keep things professional.Â
âYou getting what you need, honey?â His eyes are sparkling and thereâs a little smile playing about his lips.Â
âWhat did I tell you about calling me honey? Itâs not 1973.â
Elvis raises both eyebrows and then lets them fall again. Does he detect something different in your voice? The tiniest quiver?
âYou didnât answer my question. Are ya gettinâ what ya need?â
He runs his tongue over his lips and you have to work hard not to lose it completely.Â
âYes, thank you, Elvis.âÂ
Your eyes involuntarily shift to the bulge in his pants. Luckily the camera is against your face so he canât see where youâre looking, but you just stare. Itâs definitely been growing over the course of the photoshoot.Â
âJust one or two more. Give me your sexiest look.â
You have no idea why you decided to play with fire like that, and you regret it immediately. He smoulders, blue eyes staring at you as he rests his chin in his hand. Your panties are definitely getting damp now. You take a few more photos and then bite your lip, hard.Â
âThatâs great. Thanks. Thatâs a wrap!âÂ
Elvis blinks. He doesnât want this to be over. Heâs having far too much fun.
âCould ya do one or two more? Iâm not sure I gave ya my sexiest lookâŠâ
Your stomach flip-flops. If that wasnât his sexiest look youâre not sure you want to see what is.
âWell, okay, maybe one or two more.â
The lighting technician sighs audibly. Itâs well past lunch time. You look over at him.Â
âWhy donât you go for lunch? The lights are fine.â You look around at the other one or two people in the room. âYou can all go. We wonât be much longer.â
Elvis watches the scene with interest. Youâre refusing to make eye contact with him and he swears youâre blushing. Everyone else is just happy to be allowed to go, grabbing their things and making their way out. Itâs just you and him now, and the room is quiet.
Elvis breaks the silence. âWe wonât be much longer, hm?âÂ
You look up, awkwardly, suddenly wondering just what you thought you were doing when you sent everyone else for lunch.Â
âN-no, justâŠuh⊠one or two more shots.â
Elvis chuckles. âRelax, baby. You look like youâre about to be eaten by a grizzly bear. And I ainât that big.â But I will eat ya, he thinks.Â
The tension in the room defuses for a minute or two as you laugh along with him. You pick up your camera again.Â
âOkay, come on then. Really give me your sexiest look this time.â
You can hear your heart beating in your ears and feel your whole body getting hot. He runs his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment, and then you watch as they spring open and he fixes you with the most intense stare. Propping his head up again on the back of his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, without any kind of warning he puts a finger in his mouth and bites on the knuckle. You almost faint on the spot.Â
âFuck.â
His eyes widen and his lips curl into a smile.Â
âWhatâs that, baby?â Noting thatâs the second time heâs called you baby and got away with it.
âN-nothing. Thatâs good. Youâre right, that is sexier than what you were doing before.â
Your heart is pounding in your chest, your panties are ruined and youâre actively suppressing a moan. He can see the effect heâs having and he knows exactly when to strike.Â
âCome closer.â
His voice is so syrupy you canât help yourself, putting one foot in front of the other until youâre standing right in front of him. You shakily move your camera from your face.Â
âI-I think Iâve got what I⊠um⊠need,â you babble, trying to keep your eyes on his face but finding them wandering down to his boxers again.Â
âNothing else ya need?â He teases, moving one of his hands to rest on his clothed dick.Â
You swallow. âN-no, Elvis.â
âNo?â
You just stare at him, unable to speak.Â
âNothing else ya want to take a photo of?âÂ
Part of him canât believe heâs being this bold, but he finds himself staring right into your eyes as he rubs his dick through the boxers, letting out a little breathy sigh and biting his lip.Â
The tension is unbearable.Â
âWhat are you offering?â You whisper, your eyes darting down to his hand on his dick and back up again.Â
He smirks. âJust sayinâ ya can take photos of whatever ya like.â
You step back and bring your camera back up to your face, snapping a photo of him with his hand so obviously touching himself through his pants.Â
âTake it out,â you find yourself instructing him.Â
He grunts, shifting the boxers down a little as he reaches inside them for his dick, pulling it out and stroking it a couple of times.
âCan you⊠move the boxers down⊠further?â Your mouth feels dry and you try desperately to swallow.Â
He pulls them down a little more and you gulp, seeing his balls exposed under that big, thick shaft. You take a few more photos. Elvisâ chest heaves.Â
âTouch yourself again.â
He does as heâs told, slowly moving his foreskin up and down, staring right into the camera as he does it. You adjust the lens, take more photos, squeeze your thighs together.Â
Your hands shake as you move the camera away from your face. He looks so good.Â
âYou got what you need?â He asks, still lazily stroking himself.Â
You shake your head, trying to put the camera down carefully before walking the couple of steps it takes to reach him.Â
âNo. I need your dick inside me.â
He groans, watching as you pull your pencil skirt up around your waist and position yourself on his lap, pulling your panties to the side and sinking down on his length.Â
âFuck,â you murmur, feeling him stretch you.Â
âYou okay, baby?â He asks, as you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up completely.Â
Youâre surprised at the tenderness, at the way he pulls you into a kiss when you tell him yes. Your arms snake around his neck and his fingers grip your hips, thrusting up into you from underneath. You lean your forehead against his, panting as you roll your hips too, both of you holding each other.Â
âHow long have we got?â He asks.Â
âI donât know,â you breathe, cursing yourself for not checking the time when you let everyone else go. âWe better be quick.â
He nods, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he fucks you from underneath. You start to bounce on him, matching his pace, both of you moaning against one anotherâs skin.Â
âBaby, you feel so good.â
You bounce faster, your fingers finding their way into his hair. âFuck me harder,â you murmur.Â
His hips snap up obediently, driving his dick even deeper inside you. He can feel himself getting close but he wants you to cum first.Â
âYou close?â
You nod, pulling one of his hands down between your legs. He doesnât need any further instructions, his thumb rubbing your clit as he keeps pounding you. Your fingers grip and pull his hair as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach.Â
âFuck. Fuck.âÂ
Elvis grips you more tightly, feeling how close you are. His thumb rubs harder and faster and you feel yourself start to unravel.Â
âIâm cumming⊠ohhhhâŠ.âÂ
He watches you as you arch backwards, riding him through your high, desperately wishing he could take a picture. Your walls squeezing him tightly push him over the edge too, and without thinking he cums inside you.Â
âFuck. Honey. I uh⊠are ya on the pill?â
You lean your sweaty forehead against his again, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck.Â
You smirk. âYeah. Donât worry.â Pressing a kiss to his lips. âBut what did I tell you about calling me honey?â
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I really don't think you should be trusting Hama's history at face value.
a) But I should be trusting Hamas' word about Jews, Israelis, and the current war that they started at face value?
b) Oh, don't worry. I get my history from many different sources, and most of the ones that aren't from pro-Islam propaganda corroborate Hamas and other Islamists' boast that "Islam was spread by the sword."
Historical Analysis shows that the spread of Islam did not equate to the spread of Arabian people.
a) So that makes it better? The Islamic Arabic language, culture, and religion being the dominant ones across the entire Middle East and North Africa following the 150 years of violent colonial conquest of native peoples from medieval Arab caliphs, officers, and nobles...
And it's fine because "most of them aren't ethnic arabs--just the descendants of culturally assimilated native peoples and cultures under the Islamic Arab banner"?
b) You've clearly never heard of the 1400+ year Trans-Sahara or "Arab" Slave Trade, have you?
The 1400+ year racial slave trade that makes the 400-year Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade look tame by comparison predominantly perpetuated by ethnic Arabs and Middle Eastern people against ethnic black Africans in their own home continent and beyond.
You know Islam is the predominant religion in North africa for the same reason Christianity is the predominant religion in South Africa, right? Colonialism.
In fact, the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade was a brief off-shoot of the Arab Slave Trade. Reason being: European Slavers never went too far far into the African mainland until the 1800's (hence why they didn't colonize African land until the 1800's Imperialsim, when European powers suddenly saw how rich the continent was in raw materials and resources, after the centuries-long slave trade ended), yet European Christian slavers' reach extended well into the African mainland.
Why was that? Partly because traveling caravans of Arab slave traders, who were more-than-happy to add to their already booming industry of kidnapping pagan ethnic blacks, carting them all the way across the continent, and selling them to the highest bidders near the coasts of Africa.
In fact, enslavement and marginalization of ethnic blacks in the Arab world was so ubiquitous that, to this day, Arabic word for black people is also the word for "slave," and the two are often used interchangeably.
In North Sudan, the terms "Abeed" and "Abid" are commonly used to refer to South Sudanese people (mostly Dinka and Nuer), who are considered by many North Sudanese as a "slave tribe" due to their enslavement during the trans-Saharan slave trade. Usage of the terms in North Sudan is considered derogatory in nature and has fallen into relative disuse in recent decades
This is the same Sudan where the Darfur Genocide is happening RIGHT NOW; ethnic black Africans being rounded upo and killed by ethnic Arabs and Middle Easterners.
The Rapid Support Forces (RSF), an independent military force, and its allies, primarily Arab militias, are responsible for a campaign of ethnic cleansing, targeting the Massalit people and other non-Arab communities in West Darfurâs capital, El Geneina. The apparent objective was to permanently remove them from the city.
By the way, the territory of "Palestine" is not immune. The word "Abeed" also makes a grand appearance in t Palestininian territories:
The practice of owning slaves by Arabs in [British] Mandatory Palestine and Jordan was observed at least until the 1930s, many of these slaves were from African descent and as a result many of today's Afro-Palestinians are themselves of African descent. The legacy of this practice is still evident in today's Palestinian territories: The term "Abeed" (slave) is used as a slur against dark-skinned Palestinians. Moreover, Afro-Palestinian also face several aspects of de facto segregation: They are limited in who they can marry and have limited employment options. They also live in separate neighborhoods. These neighborhoods are often referred to using the Abeed slur. For example, in the Gaza city district of Al-Jalla, the Afro-Palestinians live in a neighborhood called Al-Abeed [or "children of slaves" or in Jericho, Afro-Palestinian's neighborhood is still called the "slaves of Duyuk."
So, yeah.
Now that we've established that ethnic Arab/Middle Easter
While Arabian's migrated in small numbers to conquered parts of the Caliphates, mostly as offices, officers, nobles and such, the Native peoples remined in their place for the most part.
Kind of like what the British did to the Irish?
My goodness, do you hear yourself??
You're practically making my point for me:
Medieval Arab warlords, caliphs, officers, and nobles violently conquered Native peoples across the Middle East and North Africa, reduced them to second-class citizens in their own homelands, and slowly phased out the native languages, religions, and cultures and assimilated them to Arab supremacy.
In fact, let's take this moment to learn two new terms:
Pan-Arabism: a pan-nationalist ideology that espouses the unification of all Arab people in a single nation-state, consisting of all Arab countries of West Asia and North Africa from the Atlantic Ocean to the Arabian Sea, which is referred to as the Arab world.
Not to be confused with Arab nationalism:
A political ideology asserting that Arabs constitute a single nation. As a traditional nationalist ideology, it promotes Arab culture and civilization, celebrates Arab history, the Arabic language and Arabic literature. It often also calls for unification of Arab society. It bases itself on the premise that the people of the Arab worldâfrom the Atlantic Ocean to the Arabian Seaâconstitute one nation bound together by a common identity: ethnicity, language, culture, history, geography, and politics.
Soooo... where does that leave non-Arab Native populations who might not be interested in living under the Islamic Arab banner?
Like Kurds, Druze, Sikhs, Hindus, and other non-Muslims being driven out of Muslim-majority countries in the Middle East right now? Not to mention the "separate-and-inferior" status of dhimmi (non-Muslims) in Muslim-majority countries?
The Arabs refer to a group of related preexisting cultures who were united during the Islamic Golden age/Middle Ages, identified primarily by the use of Arabic as a first language. Arab =/= Arabian =/= Muslim.
AKA groups of pre-existing cultures they violently conquered, colonized, and assimilated.
b) You know the "Golden Age of Islam" has been largely debunked, right?
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Long story short, the term "Islamic Golden Age" was coined by an Irish journalist in the 1880's, and mostly purported by post-20th century Islamist retroactively taking credit for millennia of scientific camplishments made by the peoples the Arabs conquered. (Mostly from the Islamisized Persian Empire and Jews with Arabic-sounding names in Islam-majority countries.)
I could honestly go on and on, but tumblr keeps glitching out, so I'm just going to post this here.
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Colors
A knock on the doorframe of you open door disturbs you from your concentration. You look up to see Lucifer standing there, a concerned expression twisting his lips in a slight frown.
"Something wrong?" you say, breaking the slience.
He crosses his arms. "Nothing serious, but earlier Beel mentioned that you're colorblind. Why didn't you say anything sooner? We could have made better accommodations."
"What are you talking about? I'm not colorblind." You swivel your chain to face him, thoroughly confused. "Why would Beel say that?"
He frowns deeper. "He's certain that you are. If I remember correctly, he said you couldn't differentiate between red and *****. Apparently you tried to eat an unripe Devilberry, which are red when ripe."
You blink. "Sorry, red and what?"
Lucifer repeats the word, and now you're certain it's not one you know. "The fruit naturally starts out that way, then turns red as they ripen. I believe Satan posted a list of foods that are poisonous to humans on the refrigerator, which you must have seen when taking the berries."
"Yeah, I know the list is there. But the berries were red. I wouldn't have taken them if they weren't. The unripe ones are poison." Is he messing with you?
Lucifer shakes his head. "No, red is a very different color. I suppose Beel must have been correct in his assessment."
"What? No, I've taken tests, I have a good eye for color. I don't know what word you said, but that's not a real color." He has to be messing with you.
Before he can respond, Asmo bursts into the room and throws his arms around you. "Oh you poor darling, missing out this whole time! I didn't realize you couldn't appreciate my true beauty!"
You don't have time to formulate a reply as Mammon and Levi both barrel past Lucifer, who stumbles a bit before regaining his balance. Mammon hugs you tightly from behind over the back of your chair, ignoring the awkward angle he has to lean.
Levi sits on you and pokes your face a little too close to your eyes and you swat his hands off. For once, you pushing him back doesn't seem to bother him. "So that's why you suck at Devilcart - you've been playing severely impaired! Don't worry, Henry, I'll adjust the color settings so you can see better next time."
"Back off, clingy! They just discovered their vision is piss poor, can't you see they're distressed?!"
"You're the only one stressing them out, loudmouth," Belphie says, taking a seat at your knees, leaning his head against them. You hadn't even noticed him entering the room.
Beel stands in the doorway next to Lucifer, looking sufficiently apologetic for unleashing his brothers on you while you were trying to study. "I told Satan too, but he went to the royal library to figure out what colors humans are supposed to see. He said humans usually see ***** as red and wanted to double check."
"Well, I still have no idea what word you guys keep saying, but it's not one I know. And yeah, as far as I could tell, those Devilberries were red."
Immediately, all six of them gave you identical pitying looks. This is ridiculous. Three of the four cuddling you immediately chatter over each other, all competing for who was being most empathetic to your newfound inability.
"So this whole time, every time you've been poisoned in potions class, or wherever else due to a misunderstanding of ingredients, it's because humans can't see that part of the light spectrum. Their brains just interpret it as the most convenient color rather than actually processing it as it is," Satan explains, stepping around Beel, nose buried in a leather-bound tome that looked at least four centuries old.
"That was fast. Beel said you just left," you say, deciding to be unbothered by the situation.
Satan nods. "I already knew where the book was; I just had to grab it and come back."
"Wait wait wait - are you saying no human can properly appreciate my beauty? Not even Solomon?" Asmo detangles his arm from you long enough to 'faint'.
"Can you quit yappin' about yourself when MC is having a crisis over here?! They clearly don't need the extra hassle!"
"You're the loud one, Stupidmammon! STFU and back off!"
"Oh, you know, I forgot that other things can see colors humans can't, and vice versa. I guess demons can see a larger portion of the light spectrum?" you reply, completely ignoring the drama trio. "Humans can see from red to purple, nothing further on either side. I think there are colors we recognize as being real when that's not what they should look like, like yellow, but I can't remember more than that."
"I don't know what you mean by that, but this book does mention that humans can see a very limited range of colors. Even shrimps can see more than humans, which is odd, given how inferior the species is," Satan explains.
You've been living in the Devildom for a while now. You're used to the batshit insane shenanigans they get themselves into daily. But for some reason, Satan, one of the most powerful demons in existence, one of the great tempters of mankind and one of the few demons most humans believe in, saying 'shrimps' set you off giggling like a maniac.
"We're not doing this again-" "Oh HELL no, it was terrifying and creepy enough last time-" "Predictable weird humanness-" "They were fine last time-" "Is laughing just how humans cope with stress?"
With a heavy sigh, Lucifer strides over and easily hefts you out of your chair and away from the four leeches like a parent lifts their toddler from a highchair. He sets you down a little distance away from them, giving you space to collect yourself.
The brother disperse not long after that, the novelty of your apparent colorblindness already wearing off.
The next day, however, Asmo drags you with him to the mall, saying he needed your help with an experiment. And that's how Asmo discovered that humans can't see ultraviolet and that most of his favorite colors either look like a basic blue or purple, and that you genuinely think ***** looks good on him (it does just like everything else, but it's so not his color, hun).
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You believe in soulmates. Alhaitham does not. Itâs not as though he loves you any less for his beliefs, but he certainly doesnât entertain your baseless theories.
Youâre determined to change his mind.
âWhat would you do if we never met?â You ask, staring up at him with your cheek pressed against his chest.
He glances down at you, sighing as he shakes his head. Here we go, he thinks silently. âI probably wouldnât do anything, considering I wouldnât know you existed.â
âYou wouldnât be sad?â You frown.
âHow can I be sad about something that I donât know exists?â
âWell, you could know of me,â you insist, âjust because you donât know me doesnât mean you donât know I exist.â
âIn that case, I probably would not do anything,â he snorts. You donât like that answer, glaring up at him as he adds, âI wouldnât know what Iâm missing if we never met.â
âYouâre a real romantic, has anyone ever told you that?â You grumble. Thereâs a vibration of his chuckle through his chest, right under your cheek in a soft, rhythmic feeling that youâre so used to, you think it might be familiar from another life.
Over the course of the Akademiyaâs years, there have been two prominent theories that have been debunked about soulmates:
1. The law of conservation of mass-energy states that matter and energy cannot be created or destroyedâbut only transformed. When a person dies, their body decomposes, breaking down into atoms that return to the earth, air, and water. These atoms then get recycled by nature, eventually becoming part of other living organisms, thus reincarnating from their previous life forms. It is possible, then, that two individuals could fundamentally be linked to reincarnate together from the same set of atoms in every lifetime.
It was later debunked by a scholar named Lamiya. Atoms themselves donât retain information about where theyâve been or what theyâve been part of. They are interchangeable at a fundamental level, which means there is no difference between an atom in a human and a rock.
2. The heart and brain generate electromagnetic fields that extend outward from the body, with the heartâs field reaching several feet. Studies suggest these fields may be sensed by others nearby, subtly shaping feelings of comfort, attraction, and connection. It is possible that certain individualsâ frequencies may naturally align, creating a sense of harmony between electromagnetic fields, thus indicating that two individuals are naturally connected and could be labeled soulmates.
This theory was later disproven by a scholar named Dharmakirti. While human bodies do generate electromagnetic fields, there is no evidence that these fields influence interpersonal attractions or emotional resonance. Fields produced by the heart and brain are exceptionally weak and rapidly diminish with distance, making it unlikely they could be sensed or create harmony between individuals in measurable ways.
They fascinate you enough that Alhaitham pulls strings to allow you access to the archived files, but it doesnât go unnoticed by you how he scrunches his nose in distaste as he sifts through them himself.
Soulmates have no plausible evidence of existing, he argues.
Lots of things have no plausible evidence, yet they exist, you always argue back.
You like to think despite all the differences, you and Alhaitham are soulmatesâthat some form of you, outside of your physical bodies, exists for each other and each other alone.
You think it must be the case when your eyes seem to find his in a crowd without even trying. What are the odds that in a sea of people, they always happen to come across his by chance? And what other explanation would there be for the way he always seems to just know youâre staring at him while he sleeps every morning, waking up not too long after your eyes fall on his face in admiration? And how else would you rationalize the fact that you could tell his presence apart from anyone. Youâre certain that if two bodies were standing behind you from a distance, your heart would know which one belonged to him.
Soulmates, you argue. That has to be the answer.
âI think we were always meant to meet,â you murmur quietly, tracing a finger along the pale skin of his chest. âDonât you?â
âWeâve shared numerous classes together and have offices within within the same hall,â he states blandly, âI think the chances of not meeting would be rather improbable.â
âOr maybe,â you huff, âwe were always meant to meet because weâre soulmates.â
âI think that theory has been sufficiently disprovenââ
âYou never know! We believe in the divine even if weâve never seen them, havenât we? Whoâs to say Celestia arenât fakeââ
âThe Archons have spoken of them multiple times, and The Gods, in fact, do exist for us to see, so I think we can trustââ
âMaybe Celestia decide soulmates,â you reason, raising a pointed brow at him, âhow will you disprove that? Thereâs no evidence that they havenât, and you canât collect much evidence about them, so I think itâs safe to say that itâs possible.â
âBut then itâs equally as safe to say itâs not possible by that logic, as well,â he says smugly.
âFine,â you huff, glowering up at him through puffed cheeks, âI guess youâre just too stubborn to convince.â
âIâm not stubborn,â he argues (which he does quite stubbornly, you want to say), âI apply logic and reasoning to my theories. Which is why they are hardly disproven.â
âDo you at least think weâd be soulmates in another world if they did exist?â You ask hopefully.
He looks like he wants to argue about the likelihood of another world existing altogetherâit irritates you enough that it pulls a frown on your face before you grumble a quiet forget it, shuffling out of his arms and turning away to face your back at him.
He chuckles, shaking his head. Something fond blooms in his chest, like a fresh padisarah in May.
âIf,â he emphasizes as his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush against his chest once more, âif in another world we existed where soulmates were real, then yes. I do think it would be you and I.â
âReally?â You ask quietly.
âYes,â he whispers. Suddenly, he sounds rather sure about a theory he never even believed in the first place.
âI wonder what weâre doing in that other world,â you hum thoughtfully.
He sighs, bringing the blanket back up to cover both of your bodies and mumbles, âI would hope weâd be sleeping at a reasonable hour before a work day.â
âââââ
Stay tuned for them being soulmates after all in another world *wink wink* ;)
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