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wavypotatochips · 7 months ago

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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in!

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"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.

Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.

The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.

“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.

“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.

“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.

“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.

“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.

“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.

“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.

“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.

“My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.

“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”

Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.

"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”

His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.

If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.

Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.

"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"

“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.

"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.

"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.

"Yes, it does," he insists.

"No, it doesn't," you counter.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.

"Because you do like me."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.

"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.

"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.

"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.

"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"

He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."

You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.

He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."

You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."

He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."

You let out another small breath. Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."

His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.

You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.

"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."

"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.

"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.

You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.

For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.

"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.

As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.

"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.

Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."

Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.

He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.

A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."

Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.

As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.

"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.

Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.

“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.

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inkdrinkerworld · 8 months ago

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no cause dick getting protective when they're at a gala and some old rich guy starts implying that y/n doesn't belong there cause they don't come from wealth

you're the best writer on this app btw!!!

That’s so sweet! I hope you enjoy this

“Why are they here?” You hear it once when you walk in and then again when Dick comes up behind you and drops a kiss to your cheek.

“They just don’t fit.”

Dick doesn’t hear until he’s dishing out your dinner, your plate being shared for both your tastes.

“You could do better, Grayson.” First he thinks it’s about his choice of food- which he doesn’t care about but then he follows the man’s gaze and frowns.

His eyes narrow, taking in the heavy set man beside him.

“Excuse me?”

He’s really trying not to flip out. He doesn’t want to make a scene at Bruce’s fancy gala but he will, he knows he will, if this man says anything out of place.

“Your date. You could’ve gotten anyone, anyone who fit in with the rest of us.” The way he says ‘us’ really grates on his nerves. As if money would matter to Dick, as if it would make a difference to your personality.

“You’re wrong. Money doesn’t always equate to value you know. Maybe you should worry more about your house than what goes on in my life.”

Dick walks off without another word and finds you sitting at your table with only Damien as company- he isn’t as bad as Dick tries making him look.

“Hey baby,” you smile softly, eyes pleading with Damien who doesn’t look the least bit remorseful as he tattles to Dick.

“Some of these old guys are real pieces of work. They don’t even realise that they’re being robbed right under their noses but they think they have the right to comment on dating preferences.”

Dick’s eyes are ablaze. “They said something to you?” You shrug.

“It’s not a big deal, bigots are bigots no matter where you go.”

Dick and Damien find it very big deals but you distract Dick, Damien’s called off by Bruce who gives you a nod that makes you smile.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s what they’re like and they’re old; they hardly change their mind. Not until they’re on their deathbeds anyway.”

Dick sighs and you decide to pull out the big guns. You walk over to his chair and sit across his lap, your nails burying in his hair as your lips press to his ear.

“Let it go Grayson, it doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t bother you.”

“Boils my fucking blood that they think they can just say those things no problem.” You hum, kissing his jaw.

“Don’t do anything crazy, Richard.”

He only groans, holding on to your hip as his hand reaches for something off the plate.

“No promises. I love you, just the way you are.”

You smile, eating straight from his hands. “I love you just the way you are, too. Which is why I know you and Damien are going to retaliate, but at least make it untraceable.”

Dick chuckles, “I know my way around tech, pretty girl. It’s one hundred percent untraceable.”

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rebeltarot · 9 months ago

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FUTURE SPOUSE ➕ VDay Special - Love Letter from your Future Spouse

“I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally in love with you.”

[3 piles] ・ [5 decks] ・ [29-39 cards for each pile] ・ [letters, quotes, songs]

Hello friends! It's almost Valentine's Day, and I am so excited to share this Special with you. What are your plans for this Valentine's Day? Are you spending it with a cherished person, your friends, or are you your own Valentine this year? Definitely let me know. I love holidays that bring people together which is why I dedicated a reading for it. Enjoy.

Painting: Diana and Cupid - Pompeo Batoni (1761)

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PILE 01 ➕

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CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

B, L, A, I, N, E, H, blank, 11:33, 11

Quote: Even if the stars fail to shine and the moon refuses to light up the world, I know I have nothing to fear. I have my guardian angel to look after me, care for me and love me forever and always. I love you!

Song: Love Me More - Sam Smith

LOVE LETTER FROM YOUR SPOUSE

Cards: Dear, Always by your side, I want to start a family with you, I am open to compromise, I have an offer for you, I am lost without you, It was always you, My nerves have been getting the best of me, Yeah nah, We have known each other in other lifetimes, I left because you told me to, I was in denial, You have so many choices and options, Make space for it, dance with me make me sway, I like it like that, destined, you cam to me at a time when my heart was selective, I'm a slave for your love, You don't own me, I don't wanna play no games, New beginnings, Feminine moon, Childhood, Wealth, Support, Ego death, Tower moment, Crush, Evil eyes

Hello, Pile 01, and welcome to your reading. How are you spending this Valentine's Day? Your spouse has a message for you, enjoy!

Dear Pile 01,

To us, distance is nothing. You’re right here in my heart, and I love you more than ever. It's impossible to put into words how much I love you or to describe how you make me feel, but that doesn't stop me from trying. You are my home, the person I trust with everything. There is no one else I would rather start a family with. It could just be you and me, or mini versions of us as well. I am more than willing to compromise with you because, at the end of the day, you are all I need and want. And I am not embarrassed to say that I need you, because I do. You, to me, are a want that turned into a need. There is no going back after knowing you. I can't possibly deny myself the magic that is loving you, so I have an offer for you, and that is my love, my devotion, and my forever. It could all be yours; you just have to say the word. I am lost without you, and there is just no one else who could even compare. It has always been you. You. You. You. Lately, my nerves have been getting the best of me. Could you tell? Did you feel my anxiety? I hope not. But if you did, I find solace in our connection. Your energy feels like home. It's like history has threaded us together and made us one. I know you. And I have known you for lifetimes. I apologize for having left you. It wasn't easy, but I respected your wishes. Honestly, I was just so afraid of your rejection that I cowardly believed you when you said I should go. I was in denial. It's intimidating to see how many people see what I see in you. How many other people are willing to risk it all for you! I can't claim to not understand, though, because here I am doing the same. Your light and your energy are just impossible to ignore and unsee. But I am working on myself. I am actively making space for you and us.

There is just no one who does it like you do. Your energy and your eyes compel me to do things I had never considered before. You are the only person—no, angel—that can ever make me sway. For you, I'll second-guess everything. For you, I'll leave everything. And I like it like that. I wouldn't change it, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You have so much power over me, but I trust you. You could do anything you wanted and ask for the world, and I would give it to you. But I know that, despite everything, you will never hurt me. No, you would never take advantage of me. With you, I am safe. And with me, you are safe. We are destined, my love. There is no way around us. When we met, I was selective with the people in my life, but you just made your way into my world effortlessly. Like it was nothing. Like there wasn't any wall built around my heart. It's as if you have always belonged. And you are right; you have. I am a slave to your love. But although I am bound to you, I am still free. There is nothing about you that makes sense, and simultaneously, you are the answer to every question I have. I want to be crystal clear with you. It's you. And I have no intention to play any games or make our journey any harder. You don't have to prove yourself to me. You are enough just the way you are and exactly as you come.

I want a new beginning for us. I dream of a fresh start with you. You are my counterpart, and we are connected in every realm possible. I feel you, always. I understand you, always. I feel honored to see every side of you, and I am so blessed to learn about the wonder of the world that is you. You are a person who is so rich and abundant and so full of life that I just can't stay away from you, ever. I want to help you and support you through everything. For you, I would take on the hardest challenges and the scariest obstacles out there. If it helps you, soothes you, or even puts a smile on your face, there is nothing that could stop me from jumping without being afraid of falling. I am there for you, always. I am around you every second of the day. Because, darling, I love you. I would die a thousand deaths for you. Whatever you need me to do or whatever you need me to be, just say the word. Nothing will ever tear us apart. I love you so much that even Cupid is jealous.

Always by your side, your future spouse.

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PILE 02 ➕

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

P, E, N, T, T, O, O, C, 11:40, message/dm, sirens

Quote: I want to drown with your lips, in the ocean of our kiss.

Song: Lemonade - Internet Money, Gunna, Don Toliver, NAV

LOVE LETTER FROM YOUR SPOUSE

Cards: My dream come true, With all my love, I respect you, Let me hold you, I am absolutely in love with you, I am coming trust, I am healing my broken heart, You light up my life, Love is not fair, I have been distracted, Yeah nah, We have known each other in other lifetimes, I am lost without you, I was always you, I talk about you a lot, You are too far away, If I follow you I could lose everything, We are from two different worlds, Clarity of mind, You make me want to do better and try harder, You like me mad you think it's funny, I hear your messages in songs, Baby would you ever want to be my girlfriend, You touch me like no other, Sexual energy, Who do you love, Follow me into the dark break up a piece of your heart, I'm facing my truth, Do you want me the way I want you, Masculine Sun, Trust, Helplessness, Clash, Unwanted change, True love, Power, Child:wounded, Trauma, Confession

Hello, Pile 02, and welcome to your reading. How are you spending this Valentine's Day? Your spouse has a message for you, enjoy!

My dream come true,

I want to get drunk in your skin, as it glistens drops of love, pouring from our sin. You are the essence of life for me. I respect you. Your thoughts, your ideas, your words, your willpower, and your intelligence. All of you! I am yearning for you; please, just let me hold you. I am absolutely and irrevocably in love with you. Darling, soon. Soon I'll be able to hold you, touch you, and breathe in your scent. I am coming; trust me. There is nothing that would ever be strong enough to keep me away from you. I am healing myself so I can be there for you wholeheartedly. My heart was broken before, but for you, I'll risk another heartbreak. For you, I'll even risk my life. Because you, my dearest of all, light up my life, my entire world, even. Although love might not be fair, when it comes to you, I'll give up everything without asking for anything in return. Lately, I have been all over the place and distracted, and I apologize. Although that is true, and although I am healing and hurting; my mind, my heart, and my energy, all of me still can't stay away from you. We have known each other for lifetimes. You are no secret to me, and I am no secret to you. Without you, I am lost. You are my guiding light, and you are the sole reason why I am finding my way back to myself. You are my only motivation and my only inspiration. It was always you, my love. There is no confusion here. No matter our pasts, it all eventually leads to us. That is the only logical conclusion. The only thing that makes sense. You and me. I talk about you often, you know. I tell everyone and everything about the wonder that is you. But you are still so far away from me. Following you could cost me everything I have. You and I are from two different worlds. Worlds that are not compatible. And although it's everything I have known thus far, I will abandon it instantly. I will sacrifice everything so I can be with you. Because you clearly do not understand that everything I have had is just a fraction of everything that you are. I am not losing. With you, I am only winning. So no, I am not sad about it. And no, I will never regret it. This is something that I will never question, and believe me, I'll make the same choice over and over again. With you, there is no confusion, no doubt, just clarity. Wherever you are is my home.

You make me want to do better. You inspire me to grow, to change, and to open myself up and be vulnerable. I am an intimidating person, but to you, that means nothing. You just laugh when I get mad because you think it's funny. And because you trust me. My god, your trust is just as sweet as honey. It's worth all the gold in the world. It's worth all that I have. We are connected, always. Even if I am not in your life right now, I can still hear your messages. You are in everything that surrounds me, but especially in the songs I hear. You are in the lyrics that capture my attention and in the melodies that move me to tears. It was never hard for you to reach my heart, because for you, there are no barriers. With you, I am open and vulnerable. Would you ever consider being with me? It's a silly question, right? But will you be my Valentine? forever? Until we both lose our breath and beyond that? Everything pulls me toward you. Like a magnet, I always find myself around you, touching you, kissing you, and pleasing you. No one heats me like you do. One simple touch and I am a puddle, water bending at your command. I have never experienced such an attraction before. I am a composed person, hardly shakable. But it takes one single look—the tiniest microexpression—and I am ready to go. I am ready to worship. Who do you love? Is it me? Will you choose to spend the rest of your life by my side? I am aware of other energies. And I have to admit that it startles me. It scares me. The slightest possibility of losing you instills fear within me that rattles my bones. Nothing, absolutely nothing, in existence puts me in as much fear as the idea, the tiniest thought, of losing you. Are you as deeply in love as I am? I want you to be. I want to touch your heart as much as you touch mine. I want to make your body ache for me as much as my body aches for you. Let's get entangled in our passion and stay here forever. I want—no, I need your love. Do you want me the way that I want you? When you are in love, in true, deep love, there is no way around facing yourself. And I am facing my truth right now, so I can be the best version of myself. You don't deserve any less than that.

I want to be strong for you. I want you to be able to rely on me. I want to provide for you. Your trust—it's the only thing I need in this life. No, your love. It's my life elixir. I am helpless without you. We're just like fire melting into ice, and I love the way that we collide. I'm pitch black, drowning’ in your light, and you are the only one who can put me in my place. You are the only person who can set my whole world on fire. My equal. And I would not have it any other way. I know that our paths to each other lead through loss and tears. You have to let go of something to be with me, just as I have to let go of everything to be with you. It's a change that neither of us asked for, but if it leads us to each other, if it leads us to true love, isn't it worth it? You are so breathtakingly powerful. A force to be reckoned with. The entire world trembles to see your beauty, your power, and your intelligence. You are the only person I trust, the only person who will ever know me for everything that I am. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It's all yours. There is no point in hiding it; you see through me so effortlessly.

With all my love, Your future spouse

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PILE 03 ➕

CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

S, U, R, E, B, E, U, I, blank, 11:47, sirens

Quote: I want to make love with my tongue, and whisper kisses, through your mind, until your body comes, undone- Body language.

Song: LAW - Yoon Mirae, BIBI

LOVE LETTER FROM YOUR SPOUSE

Cards: My cherished, Devotionally yours, I don't think I ever truly knew you, I left because you told me to, I hold back because I don't want to be rejected, Other opinions have clouded my vision, I don't want to lose you, Definitely, My surroundings don't approve, I need more time, I was a fool, We are too different, I'm ready, I think we should slow down, It's ok to feel feelings, I hope we can love through the pain after the honeymoon fades, I wanna marry those eyes, Sexual energy, I don't understand, You don't own me, Baby would you ever want to be my girlfriend, don't be scared I ain't afraid, Love making, Judgement, Surprise, Withdrawal, Tower Moment, Support, Privilege

Hello, Pile 03, and welcome to your reading. How are you spending this Valentine's Day? Your spouse has a message for you, enjoy!

My cherished Pile 03,

If there is a parallel universe, I will fight through the stars to find you. Darling, I don't think I ever truly knew you. I don't think I will ever truly know you. You are the entire cosmos, ever-changing, and it will take lifetimes, if not forever, to discover everything that makes you you. I am sorry that I left. I turned away from you and us because you told me to. And I hold back because I don't want to be rejected. Losing you once has nearly broken me; I don't think I'd be able to survive another time. There is so much noise around us. There are so many opinions and so many views that have clouded my vision. I am confused. I don't want to lose you. ever. I exist, so I can live on a planet graced by your presence. Just knowing that you are alive and well keeps me going, and it makes life worth living. Your presence humbles me to the point where just breathing the same air as you feels like a blessing. There are people in my life who are jealous of our connection. People who do not approve of us being together. I need more time to sort out all the thoughts in my head. So many doubts have been planted in my mind that I need space to clear out the clutter that clouds my vision. I was a fool. Such a fool! I regret hurting you. I loathe that I was the cause of your hurt, the cause of your tears. We are so different, yet we get along so well. I am ready for you, darling, but I think we need to take things slow. Rushing into it will only hurt us. It's okay to feel your feelings. Love, true love, evokes so many emotions in us. It makes us feel deeply, and it makes us hurt deeply too.

I hope that we can love through the pain, even if our honeymoon fades, even once you take off your rose-colored glasses. Your eyes. Oh my god, your eyes. I want to marry them. You bring me to my knees with your gaze. I have never met a person before who had me in a chokehold like you. I don't understand it, and it confuses me. When you look at me with your beautiful and hypnotizing eyes, I'll say yes to anything. Whatever you want, it's yours. You don't own me, not yet. I am not yours, and you are not mine. But would you be my forever person? Would you marry me? I know it feels like a big commitment, one that might scare you. But it doesn't scare me; it never will, because I trust you. I yearn for you deeply and passionately. I imagine us making love. I imagine you, naked, looking into my eyes and screaming my name. Don't judge me, please. I just can't help it. The pull you have on me is just as surprising for me as it is for you. I might be withdrawing right now, but it's because I need to collect my power and my energy, so I am ready for the change that is you. For the new beginning and world that you promise. I want you; I crave you. It's primal. I want to support you, I want to be strong for you, and I want to earn the privilege that is your love.

Devotionally yours, Your future spouse.

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yeopoet · 2 months ago

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MEET ME IN THE HALLWAY

`౨ৎ~ pairing: ateez x gn!reader genre: forbidden romance, fluff, kinda suggestive if you read between the lines ౿ ׂ ִ warnings: kissing (?) word count: 2k.

author's note: highly inspired by this post. ps: the divider does not belong to me.

﹒ ◠ ✩ hongjoong ⊹ ﹒

Two powerful families competing fiercely in the construction industry, locked in a never-ending battle over urban development projects: his family prioritizes large, luxurious complexes, while yours is dedicated to eco-friendly, sustainable initiatives. The differences between you go beyond business, turning what should have remained professional into something personal and deeply entrenched. Your parents have made it clear—they never want you anywhere near the Kims, and his parents share the same sentiment. But Hongjoong couldn’t care less about the rules. He sneaks to your bedroom window in the dead of night, not with malice, but driven by an irresistible urge to explore what he’s been told is forbidden. You’ve tried pushing him away, again and again, but nothing works. He’s relentless, and despite all the barriers that should keep you apart, to him, you’re the only thing that matters.

“You can’t just show up here like it’s no big deal,” you whisper-yell as you open your window. “They’ll find out, and that’ll be the end of both of us.”

“I’ve tried to forget about you, but it’s impossible.” Hongjoong exhales deeply, slipping through the window with ease, like sneaking into your room is something he’s mastered. “I missed our midnight talks.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “What? Are you in love with me or something?”

He smiles, stepping closer until he’s near enough that you can feel his warm breath on your face. “And what if I am? Would that be so bad?”

﹒ ◠ ✩ seonghwa ⊹ ﹒

Someone born into a life of luxury, with a future carved out by endless wealth, isn’t supposed to waste his time with people of "lower status." As the heir to a well-established hospital chain, Seonghwa has never had to worry about anything—not even the clothes on his back. His sole purpose in life, as dictated by his family, is to follow the path toward taking his father’s place. But with dreams of his own, he somehow ended up in your studio, signing up for a beginner's sewing class. It wasn’t exactly the best first encounter, especially since your classes weren’t designed for heirs of empires, but over time, Seonghwa managed to capture your attention. He now pays for private lessons, driven by his passion to become a fashion designer. He shares sketches of outfits with you, designs he’s never dared to show anyone else. What was supposed to be a professional relationship between teacher and student gradually became something more. And honestly, how could he not fall for you?

“I know I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t stay away.” His words spill out the moment you open the door, sadness pouring at your feet. “Please, just give me a chance to fix all of this.”

“You’ve already caused enough damage.” You take a deep breath, holding back tears. Watching him beg for something you both know he can’t change feels like a knife to the heart, and if you’re not careful, you might cave. He steps closer, and you know this is the moment to slam the door in his face—before his father shows up again, threatening to destroy everything you've built if you don’t leave Seonghwa alone. But your heart wavers, seeing the redness in his eyes. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, Hwa. We can’t be together. If anyone sees us, it’ll be the end for both of-”

“Just one last time.” He’s crying now, his hand gently cradling the back of your neck like he's afraid you’ll disappear. “Let me be with you one last time.”

﹒ ◠ ✩ yunho ⊹ ﹒

It’s not easy having parents who watch your every move as if you’re incapable of taking care of yourself. But if it weren’t for their overbearing protectiveness, you never would’ve met Jeong Yunho, your bodyguard—the one who pulled you out of your monotonous life and gave you a taste of freedom. He sneaks you out for daring, late-night adventures, always careful not to push things too far and jeopardize both your lives. Yunho tried to keep his distance; he was never the kind of employee to cross the line. But avoiding his inevitable downfall with you was impossible.

“They warned me about you,” he says softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand gently cradling one side of your face. “But I didn’t listen.”

“And I’m glad you didn’t.” You smile openly, wrapping your arms around his waist before pressing your lips to his with intensity.

﹒ ◠ ✩ yeosang ⊹ ﹒

When the extravagance of your world becomes overwhelming, you find yourself seeking a place to breathe. Conveniently, that place always ends up being in the arms of Yeosang, the butler of your household. You've known each other since childhood, long before he took over his father’s role and before you were promised to marry someone you don’t love. The quiet meetings behind the tallest hedges in the garden offer you a peace you’ve never experienced around your family. The love that has never faded grows more painful as your wedding day draws near, and no matter how much you both long to escape, you know you've been condemned since the day you were born.

“This is the last time,” you whisper, casting a sorrowful glance at the man lying beside you. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Yeosang doesn’t respond right away but holds your gaze with a quiet tenderness. Then, after a few torturous seconds of silence, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “We said the same thing the last time we met,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you slowly, lingering. “The truth is, I’d have to move to another continent to ever be able to stay away from you.”

﹒ ◠ ✩ san ⊹ ﹒

He fought hard to get where he is. It wasn’t easy landing a job at one of the most prestigious networks in the country, and once inside, he quickly realized why the selection process was so difficult. His bosses are strict; they don’t tolerate irresponsibility and push him to the brink of exhaustion. Still, the salary makes it all worth it. San is building his life, shaping his dream career as a reporter, doing everything he can to avoid trouble. That is, until you, the boss’s daughter, showed up and threw all his plans into chaos. It wasn’t your intention to disrupt anyone. You’ve always kept a distance from the company’s employees, taking your duties as an heiress seriously. But who could have predicted that at a party with over 100 people, you’d end up kissing the newest intern?

“No one can know about this, promise me,” he whispers, gripping your elbow as he keeps the two of you dangerously close. “That was a mistake, and it won’t happen again.”

“As if I wanted it to,” you fire back, your breath mingling with his as your gaze locks onto his—eyes that are saying something completely different. “But if you keep pulling me into closed-off spaces out of nowhere, people are going to get suspicious, and it won’t be my fault.”

“Right, we should keep our distance,” he says, yet doesn’t move an inch. “I just wanted to make things clear.”

“I got the message loud and clear.” With every passing second, your faces inch closer. San tightens his grip on your arm, though not enough to hurt. He tilts his head, muttering a soft “good” against your lips before making the mistake of kissing you again.

﹒ ◠ ✩ mingi ⊹ ﹒

A friendship that has lasted for years could never be shaken by something trivial—or so you thought. But could your feelings for her brother be enough to ruin everything? She’s always made it clear that Mingi is off-limits. He constantly breaks her friends’ hearts, and they always end up drifting away. So, to keep the friendship intact, she put up a wall between the two of you. Too bad it only makes things more exciting from his perspective. You try your best to resist Mingi’s advances, but he makes it nearly impossible when he walks around the house shirtless after training, or when he finds lame excuses to touch you at random moments—like holding your waist to squeeze past you when there’s clearly plenty of space. It’s ridiculous.

“You really need to stop doing that,” you say, crossing your arms like you’re throwing a tantrum. Mingi looks at you, eyebrows raised, with that same clueless expression that drives you insane. “I’m serious, Mingi.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, leaning forward to reach something in the back of the fridge.

“There are literally two other ways to get to the fridge, and you chose the tightest spot—right where I’m standing.” You stomp your foot. “And not only that, you—”

Your sentence is cut off by the sound of the fridge door closing. Mingi steps closer, and you hold your breath. “And I what?” he asks, leaning against the counter without breaking eye contact. “Last I checked, this is my house, and I can walk wherever I want.”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you mutter, avoiding his gaze and staring at your toes. Mingi gently lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

“I thought you liked it when I touched you.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand slowly trailing down your shoulder, along your arm, until his fingers entwine with yours.

“We shouldn’t…” your voice falters. “Yena is—”

“I know, but I can’t help it sometimes.”

﹒ ◠ ✩ wooyoung ⊹ ﹒

He’s never been the type of guy to care about his friend’s girlfriend. It’s one of the most disloyal things you could do to a friendship. But when it comes to you, Wooyoung loses every last shred of honesty within himself. Falling for you was never part of his plan, and he tried everything he could to push those feelings away. If he had known that taking care of you when his friend messed up would spark such a dangerous affection, he would have let you handle your problems on your own. You, on the other hand, are deeply grateful for the countless times Wooyoung has saved you, and for showing you that love isn’t what you thought it was. All the lingering hugs, unfinished sentences, and the longing to give in to something forbidden have made you both question how much you're willing to sacrifice for each other.

“Every time I see you, I have to remind myself that you’re not mine,” he says, standing just far enough away to keep himself from giving in to his darker desires. He’s held back all this time, never crossing the line—but here you are, at his doorstep on a Saturday night, minutes after his best friend just left your house.

“So please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“And you think it’s easy for me?!” you explode, pushing his chest hard enough to make him stumble back a couple of steps. “You decide one night that you’re going to cut me out of your life, and you expect me not to react?”

Wooyoung grabs your arms, stopping you from hitting him again. “I’m trying to make things easier,” his eyes fill with tears, or maybe it’s yours—both of you just staring at each other, struggling not to sob out loud. You finally weaken, collapsing against his chest, muffling the sound of your pain as Wooyoung holds you tight, the way he always does.

“There’s no easy way out of this. No matter what we decide, someone’s going to end up hurt.”

﹒ ◠ ✩ jongho ⊹ ﹒

The life of a celebrity isn’t always glamorous. The fear of appearing in the tabloids caught in a dating scandal can feel more terrifying than the fear of death itself. After appearing on a variety show with you, Jongho developed a silly crush that, over time—fueled by risky texts during award shows and innocent meetups while everyone else was asleep—grew into something much bigger. To keep things discreet, you both decided to act indifferent toward each other, even though it’s become nearly impossible for him.

“Every moment we spend together is a risk, but I just can’t stay away,” Jongho says as he plants a flurry of kisses across your face. He made sure to clear out everyone from the dressing room just to have a few minutes alone with you before the show.

You laugh, trying to pull away from his eager touch to keep him from messing up your appearance. “Jongho! I have a performance in half an hour. You can’t mess up my makeup!”

He immediately steps back, placing his hands behind his back in an exaggerated effort to keep them off you. “You’re right. Sorry.”

“We’ll see each other later, okay?” You give him a playful, reassuring smile.

“Okay, I’ll try not to die until then.”

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noira-l · 3 months ago

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦

⋆ ★ '𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞' - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

chapter summary: you are looking around for a flat, but there is just one problem...

pairing: gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader

warnings: kinda fluff, teen gojo is annoying, but also sweet, swearing, reader must understand what sleeping with gojo means, mentioning of depression.

author's note: well. I hope I get it right :) teen gojo is kinda bratty, no?

"The hell you mean we can't have separate bedrooms?!"

You looked at the requirements from social services in disbelief.

You were sitting in Satoru's room, spread out on his bed, still on the school grounds, going over the papers that social services had delivered to the address of the Gojo clan headquarters. You were fortunate that Satoru had obtained the paper before his mother.

If you wanted to adopt Megumi and Tsumiki, social services had to look at your flat, to determine that it was suitable to live in. And since you didn't have your own flat yet, you decided to look for one that met these regulations - immediately.

Stupid social services. If Satoru had made you an offer earlier, or if he hadn't "needed time to think about it" as far as Tsumiki thread was concerned, then you wouldn't had to deal with social services at all, who found the sibling in an empty flat with no family. You didn't know how they were able to find them. You only suspected, that it might be Zen'in's clan doing, Satoru is know for his yapping, so maybe they found out this way? Or maybe neighbours were alarmed about thier mothers long absence? Well, you are not sure. But, because of this situation, unfortunately, you are forced to go down on a fairly legal route.

No... it couldn't have been the Zen'in clan's doing, they would have made it difficult for themselves by calling in social services, you thought.

"Who comes up with these regulations?" he scoffed, placing his feet on the top of desk, leaning back in his chair.

"Unfortunate for us, someone who genuinely wants to look after the wellbeing of children, at least by definition. They want confirmation that a loving and compatible couple will take them in." you slightly squeeze the paper, he fiddled with a pen, you sighed looking around.

"Still, I didn't sign up for the lack of privacy and one room with you." you continue to read the paper.

"You signed up to be 'married' to me, but you didn't sign up to share a room?" he smiled towards you. He continued to play with the pencil, twisting it into every possible position with his fingers. "You're weird."

"I-I didn't expect it, and I didn't think it through very well." you were trying to hide the fact that you really don't know what you're doing with your life. Although your tone still sounded normal. At least you tried to make it so.

"It's been a few weeks since we got married and you're already regretting it? Ouch." he gasped, grabbing his heart dramatically. He was having fun from this conversation. Satoru liked to play this little theatrics with you.

"The only thing that hurts is my pride." you don't even pretend to read the pages in front of you anymore.

"You should be bursting with pride..." he pointed the tip of his pencil at you, his eyes piercing with glimmer from under his dark glasses "you're a Gojo now." smile only grew bigger. You scoffed.

"Does this mean that after your death I get all your wealth?" your smile was cheeky. You loved to bite back with various combacks.

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of clogging up your mouth with some remark. Dancing with him in this verbal way satisfied your need to rival him.

He blinked twice, looking at your face. You started laughing, leaning forward. "Now you haven't thought it through?" now you're the one pointing the finger at him.

"I'ld look good in clan attire" smiling, you began to imagine yourself in white, expensive robes. At least you thought that they were white, you never had the chance to see him in ceremonial garments, or yourself in something more expensive than second-hand clothes. Your gaze somehow drifted to him, taking a look at his clothes and figure. You once saw him in something that wasn't casual or his uniform. Through your eyes, you put him in the same thing that he wore when you were signing the marriage certificate. You couldn't deny that the term "attractive" is combined with the word "Gojo".

"I doubt it." He cast a glance at you, scanning you from top to bottom, frownig through the process "No amount of colour can save this face." you threw a pillow at him, he was taken aback, eyes wide.

"You look pale, didn't you forget to put on make-up today?" hoped your snarky remark will leave an effect on him. He took a pillow in his hands, aggressively, and place it at his chest, hugging it.

"Ah, yes, I forgot that with you all my pores are opening up." said rolling his eyes with annoyance "I need to invest in some good anti-aging creams if I'm going to live with you." you were surprised that he even knew such a thing existed.

"And I need to invest in earplugs from your constant yapping." you pointed at your ears. "Do you talk in your sleep too?" you pitched your voice, cooing.

"You're always such a complainer? I would have moved out to another room the very first day if it wasn't for these regulations and this theatrics of pretending." turned his head towards you "You whine like an old hag".

"Said the one who turned down 4 perfect housing offers!" now you raise your voice, pointing at him.

"The first was too expensive, the second was too small, the third did not have a nice view from the window and the fourth did not have air conditioning." he began to list it to you on the fingers of his hand "They weren't ideal, since we're going to share a room together anyway."

"You were just being picky." you crossed hands. You reminded yourself walking the streets of Tokyo with him, with a map, asking where a particular flat was, while he cheerfull looked around unbothered to help you, or worse - he was being late. However, once you proceeded to take look at the flat, Gojo would either start barraging the owner with questions, to the point where it was unbearable, or he would stand quietly in a corner without saying a word while you, were the one doing the talking.

"UGH. How am I going to survive you every morning?" you lay back on the bed, banging your head against the pillow.

"Only mornings? I would worry about afternoons and evenings too."

Just as you were about to throw some witty remark at him, your phone rang. You dug it out from under your pillow.

"Good morning, (L/N) he- I mean Gojo here." you answered the phone quickly, you still couldn't get used to his surname, mistakes still happened sometimes. In presence of someone outside your social cirlce, you smiled sweetly and said you still couldn't believe you married him. You had to keep up appearances, especially in the company of officials or landlords who called you back.

You rose from the cushion, sitting up rapidly.

"Today? And what time?" glanced at the clock on the wall "of course, the date suits us just fine." gaze fixed on the clock "No apology needed, as I said the date suits us just fine." you began to laugh nervously, consoling the caller. Moment of silence. "Please wait!" you found yourself right next to him, throwing his legs off the table and reaching for a piece of paper and a pen. You clipped the phone to your ear "Please, repeat the address again." you began to write the street name down on a piece of paper. "Yes, of course, we'll be there." voice was full of satisfaction. "Of course, thank you, I'll see you there." your caller hung up.

You almost squeal with joy.

"They called me back! He called from this flat in this beautiful neighborhood!" you squeezed the phone with satisfaction. "It wasn't available before because someone had booked it, but since they called back, apparently it's still in stock!" turned to him "It meets all the requirements from social services!" you thought you were in heaven, you hoped it will turned out like that in person, falling in love with the photos from the catalogue you saw.

"Does it meet my requirements?" he continued to hug the pillow, smiling.

"You'll love it." your smile was smug.

★ --

Of course you rent this flat.

He has loved it since his foot stepped in it.

Satoru looked around. It was spacious by Tokyo standards, well lit and had a thoughtfully constructed kitchen with an island. Three fairly large bedrooms and a bathroom with a bathtub and shower.

Can you even afford it?

He began to wonder if it wasn't better to look for another alternative. You don't have that much money and that standard is quite expensive. He was just about to articulate this to you, but you dissapered from his seight.

He moved to the next room.

You were standing in what was probably your future bedroom, staring breathlessly at the view. Usually the balcony in such blocks have a view of the city, or kiss the wall of another block as soon as you step outside. In this case, this balcony had a view of a small children's park, a lot of greenery, and in the background, buildings obstructed the view of the river.

"We take this." Satoru didn't look away too focused on beautiful scenery.

"I told you you'd love it."

★ --

Moving in was hard, at least for you. You were a bit stressed, the company you hired to move in was really helpful. More so than "your husband" who didn't take a single cardboard box from you, stating that "you're strong, you can do it."

So here you are, out of breath, sitting on a carton of books, taking a sip of water from a bottle. Gojo brings in the last box, you hired a moving company for two hours, they helped with the helped with loading everything from your dormitories into the car and into your flat and carried the heaviest items. Yaga let you take his old desk, which was in perfect condition but didn't match his current office décor, so he gave it to you as a 'wedding gift'. You must say, your Sensei had a sense of humor.

You put the water bottle down next to you.

"Moving in is harder than fighting curses?" he teased. You caught your breath "Sort of." reponded.

"I was so stressed today." you lay down on the floor, finding that sitting was no longer comfortable. Your shoulder blades painfully pounded into hardness.

"Why so?" he put the box down at the very top of the small pile. It seemed like you'd have less stuff, but when you started packing everything up, it turned out to be quite a lot. Gojo also added a few boxes from himself, which came from his family home.

Obviously he was not tired. His black blouse did not show an ounce of sweat. You didn't either, you were more mentally exhausted, afraid that you would have to pay the company a premium for another hour's work. It cost extra and would went beyond the budget. Lucky, you manage to do everything in time.

"If we couldn't bring everything in, in time, we'd pay extra," you felt your breathing slowly return to normal.

"I would cover the cost of if the need came up" he put his hands in pockets, looking at you lying on the floor. You scoffed.

"Do you have the budget for the extra cost?" you rose to the sitting position.

"I have a lot of savings I'm not talking about," he leaned in.

"If you do." you rose fully "We should go to the shop, buy some groceries" you headed for the kitchen and opened the fridge. Water and a few cans of sugary drink. "We don't have anything for dinner."

"We'll take food to go, they have a nice place nerby." He stood right behind you, leaning against the kitchen pillar. You glanced at him with a raises eyebrow.

"You're not joking?"

"You're lucky to have married rich." his smile was striking. So were the clavicles that protruded from under his collar.

"Then why did I bother to save money?" now you start to get angry that all your stress has gone to waste.

"If you'd said earlier, I wouldn't have been afraid to book the company for longer." you frowned. Verily could have just told you about his finances, you would have agreed on a budget. In theory you'd be splitting the cost of the move in half anyway, but still.

"Ayay~" his smile was killing you. It was so dismissive, as if he thought you were exaggerating. His facial expression despite that smile expressed it too.

"I'm rich, by design. So far not enough for me to sponsor everything." he passed you and took a can of sweetened soda from the fridge.

"So you're not that rich."

"Geez, just talks about money, such a gold digger." he continued, turned and started walking towards the bedroom, swigning the can in his hands.

Gods have mercy.

★ --

You have unpacked, arranged almost all your belongings into their respective rooms. Fortunately, most of the furniture was put straight away by the moving company. You didn't have to buy much furniture, as Yaga and Nanami helped a lot by donating some of their equipment. The previous owner also was really generous, by leaving you his bedroom furnishings. Probably when you first met him, he pulled out his phone, Satoru, disrespecting someone's privacy as always, saw that he had wallpaper with one of the Digimon characters. The owner's happiness was immense when they both shared various details about the game, that you were completely unaware of. The conversation went on for far too long, but at least you gained a really good set of furniture and claimed a friendship with the men. Satoru's "personal charm" is on to something, though.

So there you are.

In "your bedroom".

Gods, how strange that sounds.

You've stacked the last of your T-shirts in their place, folding them neatly so they don't get crumpled. Satoru did exactly the same. You were surprised when taking out his elegant trousers or shirts, how much he takes care of his clothes. Not to mention how he cares about their price, because you saw these brands in the most expensive shops. He may sometimes be a bit of a mess, but he cares about cleanliness and his belongings.

"Do you have a blindfold for sleeping?" you pulled a blue piece of satin fabric out of the box. He looked over to glance at what you were holding in your hand.

"Sometimes I get migraines, my old room was too bright and I couldn't rest properly. My eyes are very sensitive." you were surprised by his direct answer and his tone of voice, which was not provocative at all, it was just direct.

"And that was enough to get rid of your migraine?" you asked curiously. In fact, you don't even know why you want to find out.

He sat down on the bed, looking in your direction.

"Normally yes, sometimes I would ask Suguru for a head massage and sometimes I would beg Shoko to help me because the medicines weren't working." He lay down completely on the bed.

"I hope to rest here, it seems comfortable." he added, putting his hands behind his head as support.

Well, yes, "your" bed. King's size. Satoru was in heaven as he lay down and had room for his legs. With his height, it must be a real luxury to have a bed that doesn't bruise his ankles or calves.

For that, you were not so happy. Having to share a bed with him is so.... Weird.

"Don't look at that piece of furniture with such disgust." his voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Perhaps you have indeed been looking at that bed for too long. Although your thoughts were not focused on the furniture. You looked away, as if someone had caught you at something.

"Isn't it strange?" gaze in the floor.

"You mean? Yeah, I'm also surprised that such a short guy had such a big bed. That was probably his complex." you snorted with laughter, his humour could sometimes defuse tension. Although at the same time, he annoys you after a while.

"I mean..." you pointed at the bed, unable to find the strength to make a sound, lips set in a thin line.

"Sleeping together?" he asked raising an eyebrow, looking as if you were odd.

"Yes," you admitted, taking a deep breath. Sometimes you wondered why you found such trivial matters embarrassing.

"What about this? You've slept with me more than once." these words sound strange when he says them...

"Yes, but the circumstances of that were different..." your gaze is suddenly next to the pillow next to his head. You are reminded of all those nights where you simply passed out on him. You would come to him, or he to you, when times were worse and you would just cuddle, both of you trying to soothe each other. More often than not, you would just collapse from exhaustion, mentally and physically unable to do anything, and you did not care where you lay, the important thing, was that you felt safe, to a certain extent. You didn't eat, you didn't talk to anyone exept him, you only slept when you had shed all your tears and head was spinning enough to make you lose consciousness. Dark times..

"I don't mind sleeping with you." he said looking up at the ceiling and the lamp, "It's nothing special to me. You're the one getting weirdly excited."

"What." You furrowed your eyebrows at his remark, he turned his head towards you.

"Look at you." he pointed at you with his hand, his smile sly "You're concerned as if we were going to sleep with each other, and not sleep in the same bed together." your face in disbelieve.

"I-I don't-" nervous. confused.

"I'm not going to consummate the marriage," he interrupted you, smiling and putting his hand up, "I'm not interested."

"Ey! What the hell do you mean by that. It's not like that!" your irritated gaze caught his eyes

"It's not?" his eyebrows raised. Satoru waits for you to say something to defend yourself from this situation. Your gaze just turned sad, he didn't even notice when, looking at the floor, your feet in your flip-flops.

"Sleeping with someone always seemed so intimate to me. It was reserved for the person I love. And I don't mean in that context.." you tried very hard not to sound as confused and anxious as you actually are "..but maybe I just need to move away from that concept and start treating this situations more maturely." your sigh was nervous, and your face quite serious.

It's true. You had never slept in the same bed with anyone else before, only with Suguru and only when you were together. Yes, you did happen to fall asleep on his shoulder while watching a movie, but before you became a couple, you didn't have a situation where you specifically came to sleep with him on the same mattress. It seemed kind of strange and new to you.

Satoru expected every reaction, teasing him, an outburst of anger or an easing of situation, but he could not expect that. Minimally, he felt that it probably wasn't the best idea to strike with this kind of joke in that direction. It even started to make him a little awkward. His gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"You're right, it's just a bed." you said, now he shifted it to you, you smiled "There's nothing special about it as long as there are no feelings, right?" he didn't say a thing.

Why was your smile so sad?

"Anyway" you quickly clapped your hands. If you don't change the subject immediately you'll sink into your thoughts again. Face back to normal.

"I'm going to shower and probably sleep. It's quite late and I'm tired." you grabbed your pyjamas from the dresser "We still have some things to talk about, but that's tomorrow. You've got two more days before you have to leave, so we'll make it in time." you left the room, closing the door behind you. You wished there was an option for another room or a sofa.

★ --

It was a long shower, full of thought. You stared at the wall, the white tiles reflecting the distorted face of your person. The steam was rising high, warming your body. You tried to put unnecessary thoughts out of your head, repeating to yourself that you should focus on the present. That this is nothing, and your stress is unnecessary. It's just sleeping in one bed. Stop acting so dramatic. He won't there most of the times, busy with missions and other stuff.

So why were you replaying old memories? Why were you thinking about him again? At one time, you would have said you were looking forward to sleeping in one bed with your husband. Now "your husband" is just your friend. Just someone you share a goal with, nothing more. Well, there is more, you share a bed. Then why are you so heartbroken about this? Because things used to be different? Because a while ago you shared a bed with someone you loved?

You didn't cry like you thought you would. You just stared blankly with the water running down the tiles. I guess that's what adulthood is supposed to be about. Wet hair made your head seem heavy. Eyes staring at one point too much, betrayed how unable you were to think about the present. You don't know how long you were stuck in your head for. Probably enough for Satoru to knock on the door, waking you from your state of reverie.

"Will you hurry up? I know beauty takes time, but don't let it take so long!" voice muffled from behind the door, turned off the shower. You had finished some time ago, you just didn't have the energy to get out.

You came back, your hair still damp. You passed the white-haired one, entering the kitchen immediately after washing, you were still in your dressing gown and decided that a glass of water before bed would be a good idea.

While Satoru took shower, you tried to get comfortable on the new bed, having chosen your section long ago. You shared a duvet and one blanket together. It was indeed comfy. Although the pillows could have been a little more fitted. On the other hand, you could not complain about the bedding. You were surprised that the blue-eyed had such requirements for his sheets. Choosing cotton for winter and satin for summer.

"Why are you covered? It's hot." You turned your head towards him. He was standing in the doorframe, in just shorts, with a towel over his head, one hand wiping his white locks. The room was dark, the lights long since extinguished. His silhouette was in the semi-darkness that spilled over his body and covered all the cavities.

"Because I'm cold?" you weren't too moved by the sight of him.

"Huh? How can you be cold, it's freaking hot." he looked at you in disbelief. His wet hair frizzed. White strands scattered in all directions. You snorted with laughter.

"Huh?! What are you laughing at?" he stopped rubbing the towel over his hair. Blue eyes emitted light in this darkness.

"You look like a white pom-pom." you bit your lip to keep from laughing more.

You didn't make it, when you looked back at him you burst out laughing. In your mind, you had the sight of his head as a fluff ball. Satoru was unimpressed, mouth twisted in a grimace and his eyes were annoyed. You wiped away a tear that had accumulated from laughter. He threw a wet towel at your face, silencing you.

"Did you use my shampoo?" you frowned, smelling your toiletries on the towel.

"It smells nice, so sweet I couldn't resist~ It's a bit strange that you chose such a nice scent." he sighed dreamily. Suddenly you regret buying this shampoo when it was on discount.

"And what's that's supposed to mean?" yes, that's what you needed, for him to annoy you as you were about to go to bed.

"You usually smell like cheap soap or some kind of weed." such shower gels and shampoos are the cheapest - you explained yourself in your mind. No one has ever pointed out to you that you smell bad. Why are you even thinking about it? You know very well it's not true.

He said it so straightforward that you couldn't get the words out for moments. Your mouth was opening and closing trying to catch any words.

"Are you suggesting I stink?" now you felt like punching him. You clenched your fists on the bed sheets. He walked deeper into the dark room. His silhouette was lit now from the side, showing all the sculpting on his shoulders and abdomen. He leaned a little over you, took a deep breath and sniffed.

"Not now."

The towel flew towards him, unfortunately bouncing off the barrier he'd managed to activate. The material stopped in place and fell to the floor. His shit-eating grin was even wider.

He inhaled the scent "Now you smell sweet."

"Asshole." you clenched your teeth, he chuckled, picked up a towel from the floor and dismissed himself to the bathroom.

"I told you to worry about evenings too." he shouted from across the corrifor, reminding you the words from your conversation with him, from a few weeks ago.

You growled, burying your face in the bed.

It's going to be a looong night.

★ --

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" a cheerful voice greeted you in the morning. You didn't even look up to see him.

It was quite chilly in the kitchen, despite the frying omelette. You didn't answer him immediately, so he skirted the kitchen island to look at you from a different angle. You had half-closed eyes, bags under your eyes and were yawning an average of four times a minute.

"Bad." was the only thing you were able to articulate. You put the rest of your energy into preparing breakfast. His plate was already on the kitchen island, waiting next to a mug of brewed tea.

"That's weird." He scratched his temple. "I don't know when I've slept better."

"Cool." your voice was slurred.

He glanced at his plate, which was well laid out and the dish itself perfectly prepared. What you had in the pan didn't resemble it at all. Satoru only now saw that your head was flying down at times.

He approached you, squeezing through and turned off the stove.

"What's wrong?" he put one hand on the cabinet above your head as he leaned over you, his voice quite serious as he tilted his head so he could see your face up close. His six-eyes made it clear that this was no ordinary fatigue.

"Your infinity is terrible." you muttered. "You've been shoving me off the bed all night, this stupid force field kept pushing me out, I tried to say something to you but it was like you couldn't hear me at all. Of course I couldn't just poke you and wake you up. I didn't want to use my powers." Despite being tired, you found moments to be angry. You had something to be angry about. Your first night in your new flat and you already looked like a corpse. You came from missions sometimes more alive.

Satoru could see your cursed energy was barely smouldering. No wonder you're tired. He put his hand on your shoulder.

"I've learned to sleep with it, it activates automatically for me, but I'll try to do something about it, 'key?" You just nodded in agreement.

He thought his infinty was quite stable when he was sleeping, apparently he was wrong, he will work on this. He looked at the pan. Despite being so tired, your prority was to make him a good breakfast. Eyes glanced at your tired face again.

"Come on!" said, suddenly grabbing you by the shoulders, turning you around and leading you into the bedroom. You didn't have the energy to resist him.

"What are you doing?" however, you had the strength for irritation in your voice.

"Sleep a while, get some rest. It would be pointless for you to put up decorations today when your eyes are barely open." you sat down on the bed, pressed down by the pressure on your shoulders.

"No need, Sato-"

"A a a" he waved a finger in front of your nose, his other hand on your shoulder pushing you onto the bed "I'm serious, rest." he ordered, you signed, know there's no point in arguing, you turned so that your head was on the pillow. You're on his side, but so what. The duvet covered your body.

"I'll wake you up in two hours." he made sure you're covered properly. You heard him step away from the bed and close the curtains to make the room darker.

"Fine." you muttered quietly, settling yourself comfortably and pressing your cheek against the pillow.

You heard only a quiet murmur before the door closed.

tl: @kalopsia-flaneur

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zweiginator · 5 months ago

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hear me out. you and patrick are best friends, but you both secretly want more. you decide to go out on a date with someone to try to get over him, but it gets the best of patrick and he bribes the dude not to show up or something and confessions and smut ENSUE hehehehe

like he grew up so rich that he’s a little detached from money and wealth and all that.. so when he knows you’re going out with the captain of the stanford lacrosse team (which he thinks is an incredibly stupid sport)—he meets up with the guy. feigns interest in his game and tells him its in his best interest not to show up to the date he has planned with you tonight.

he looks flabbergasted at how much cash patrick hands him. $2k like it’s a twenty dollar bill.

“why should i take this from you?” of course he’s planning to. he honestly just wants to get his dick wet, and $2k is a lot of beer and weed.

“you don’t have to.” patrick gets in his face, close enough to make the boy visibly uncomfortable. patrick is taller than him by a few inches. he grabs his collar. “i’m just saying it’s in your best, interest that’s all.”

he grabs the cash and quickly walks away, muttering about how much of a freak patrick is.

patrick laughs.

you call patrick an hour after the date was supposed to start. you had waited at the sushi restaurant for the full sixty minutes. texted him a couple times. he never responded; in fact he blocked you.

“pat,” you’re sniffling. not because you really like this guy, but because he left you abandoned like a dumb little puppy. played with your time and your feelings.

this is the part patrick feels shitty about.

“what’s wrong hon?”

“he stood me up—i don’t get why this keeps happening. am i that awful to be around? i did my makeup and everything-“

“shh. you’re not awful to be around these guys are fucking pricks. i’ll beat up every last one of them.”

in reality, he had told your past few love interests he would beat them to a pulp if they showed up on the date. confused, they each took their cash and agreed.

but you are obviously really upset by this. maybe one is forgivable, but four is excessive. four had tainted your self-confidence.

patrick comes to your house with flowers.

“you didn’t have to—oh pat.” you sniffle and hug him, standing on your tippy toes. you’re in the prettiest little sundress. god, patrick wouldn’t take any amount of money to leave you behind.

“sit down. i need to confess something to you. don’t be mad please.”

“did you get caught driving high again?”

patrick laughs. “no, no. i’m better than that now. i—how do i say this.”

“you’re making me nervous.” you cut the ends off the flowers, putting them in a vase. you notice it’s a dozen red roses, interesting choice.

“i—i’ve been telling your past few dates to, like, not show up.”

“what the fuck do you mean?” you slam the scissors down. “how?”

“i have been bribing them. and—threatening them. like, an insinuation there is a threat.”

“patrick what the fuck why?”

you’re livid. he had pretended for months to be confused, had come to your house late at night to comfort you—all because of something he orchestrated?

but you see that look he’s giving you. his green eyes huge with worry and sorrow. he rarely has that look.

patrick swallows. “i don’t want you to go on dates with them. i want you to be with someone who really appreciates you.”

“how am i supposed to know if they appreciate me or not when my dates are all fucking sabotaged?”

“well maybe i wanted to come over and comfort you and watch movies and eat ice cream. maybe those have been our dates for the last few months.”

you know patrick is bad at sharing his feelings but jesus christ.

you lift his chin up; his back is against the counter as you stand in front of him.

“maybe.” you whisper, lips close to his. “you can just ask me out in the normal way.”

patrick slips one of your straps down your shoulders, heart beating. he never thought this far ahead. “we’ve been on a few dates already. i feel like it only makes sense that we fuck.”

patrick fucks you against the counter, your legs spread as he stands between them, pushing his cock into your weeping cunt. god, you wish he would’ve just confessed this earlier. he rubs his cock against you and revels in how you moan for him, clenching around nothing. as he pounds into you, his hands roaming up your body to squeeze and play with your tits, he kisses your neck, whispers in your ear.

“doesn’t fucking matter if those guys showed up i would’ve beat their asses—“ he thrusts deeper. “would’ve slashed their fucking tires—“ he pulls out, listens to you whine for him. and then he fucks back into you. “would’ve sabotaged it anyway. paid them each $2k not to fucking touch you. would’ve drained my bank account for this fucking pussy.”

#ask #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #challengers smut #drain that account and those balls hunnny!!!!

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lurkingshan · 8 days ago

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Hi Shan

I've been watching your commentary on Peaceful Property with regard to its mishandling of its class conflict themes and I have to admit that I'm coming to agree with you on it.

I had to basically go "Welp, I can't see how they get out of the mess they've made now - I guess I just have to give them a pass on the grounds of found family?" in order to keep enjoying the show, which did let me do that but also left a bit of an icky taste in my mouth.

So I guess I wanted to ask - do you think there's a way they could have handled the wealth disparity and classism issues more gracefully within the show's narrative? And also whether there are any QLs you would recommend that do handle the topic to your satisfaction? I could use something good to watch!

Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I feel like you always make me consider topics more deeply and reflectively, even when I don't agree with you.

Hi, thanks for dropping in! I feel you on this, and I want to be clear that my criticism of the show is not criticism of people who still like it despite these failures. If you have still been able to connect to the friendship and family themes without this getting in the way, that's great and I'm glad for you. Just because the show is doing one thing very poorly doesn't mean there's nothing of value in it.

That said, you're right, they've passed the point of no return on their missteps with the class disparity themes. Early on in the show, after several episodes in a row of ghost stories involving poor or working class folks harmed by Home's wealthy real estate developer family on top of the class disparity between Home and Peach/Pang, I said I was confident that the show had something to say about this issue. And that was true! Unfortunately, what it had to say was garbage.

To your first question, I actually think it would have been very easy for the show to handle the wealth disparity and classism issues more gracefully, and that's a big part of my frustration. They had all the ingredients--a family history of exploitation, a ghost busting team including working class folks to shed light on the family's sins, and an ignorant grandson uncovering wrongdoing case by case and learning that there was always a price for his privilege. All the show needed to do was allow Home to come to some natural realizations about his family's treatment of others, via both the ghost case work and his relationship with Peach and Pang, and then use the power and resources he has to take accountability in the form of restitution and reparations to the people and communities they harmed. My ideal story line based on what they set up in the first half of the show would have had Home setting out to right his family's wrongs and take real steps to restore the communities they harmed. Even if a full on wealth redistribution narrative was too much to hope for, at the very least Home should have been made to reckon with what his family did and set out to do better in the future, both by Peach and Pang and by his family's countless victims (including Kan).

But that's not what we got. Instead, the narrative tried to sell us on the idea that none of this is anyone's fault, and that any harm that came to people at this family's hands was the result of a "curse" or one bad apple's wrongdoing. Instead of saying anything meaningful about systemic inequality and the responsibility of the wealthy and powerful to avoid extractive and exploitative practices, they painted Home's Gramps and family corporation as benevolent, concluding that they destroyed a bunch of people's lives by accident and without intent or even knowledge. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how utterly absurd and insulting that is. On top of all that, despite Home being the one with the most power in this little friend family and making some very serious mistakes that caused harm to the others, the show consistently centered him and his feelings in all conflicts, including Peach's near death and the death of Kan's father and destruction of her community. It also ignored the very real stakes it set up for Peach and Pang's dire financial situation whenever the plot demanded. The second half of the show became all about the poor people Home and his family have harmed forgiving him without any accountability because they felt guilty he was sad, and then those same people spending their time and energy fighting to save this rich family's reputation and livelihood. That's not me offering an interpretation, that is what literally happened on our screens!

So yeah, it was bad! It was clear weeks ago that it was not going in the right direction, but I understand holding out hope that they'd pull a rabbit out of a hat or look into the camera and say sike. But that ship has sailed at this point, and Peaceful Property becomes another in a pattern of GMMTV shows that try to incorporate class disparity in their narratives and get it very very wrong.

Which brings me to your second question: are there any QLs I recommend that do this better? Yes! Here is a short list for other Thai shows that have genuinely done this better:

Moonlight Chicken: not a class disparity narrative, but the only GMMTV show to date that has depicted working class people with full dignity and empathy

Dark Blue Kiss: the only GMMTV bl to tell a romance story that involves class conflict and not completely bungle it (snaps to TayNew for having another show that did better on this)

My Ride: a slow burn romance between a doctor and a motorcycle taxi driver that gets the way their class disparity would shape their relationship right

Love Sea: this one isn't perfect (I think the working class character in the pair gets too little narrative attention relative to his rich counterpart) but it does take the class disparity seriously and ensures it informs the relationship the whole way through

Laws of Attraction: don't laugh at me, I'm serious! This show is mostly absurd but the core narrative is all about class conflict, and it informs the romance quite thoroughly, too

The Loyal Pin: including this one on the word of @twig-tea because I haven't watched yet, but I understand it's dealing with class very directly in its core relationship (with the disclaimer that it still has two episodes to go so something could go sideways)

I'd also throw in some shows that aren't really about class disparity but do include it as part of the narrative background to inform characterization and plot like I Told Sunset About You, Love By Chance, Khun Chai, and 3 Will Be Free

Outside of Thailand, South Korea is always a safe bet for strong class disparity narratives, and in QL you'll find the best examples in Hwang Da Seul's works (Where Your Eyes Linger, Blueming, To My Star 2, and currently Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo). Japan and Taiwan actually don't do much of this, because most of their shows are about middle class and working people as a rule. Miseinen, a Japanese BL that just started airing, looks to be tackling a class disparity narrative, though, and doing it well so far (not a coincidence that the source material is from Korea). And We Best Love is a classic Taiwanese BL with a significant class disparity informing the romance conflict. Blue Canvas of Youthful Days is a currently airing Chinese BL that is doing a class disparity romance and has been killing it so far.

So there is my incredibly long answer to your questions! Thank you again for sending me this kind note; I'm so appreciative that we can chat about this stuff and still maintain our love for these shows. I hope you find some things you like on the rec list, as well. :)

#peaceful property #thai drama #shan recommends #class disparity narratives #shan answers #long post

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julieee404 · 17 days ago

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Kinktober day twenty-eight!!

A little too close

❥ Incest, Edging, Breeding, Double penetration, Anal ❥ Tom Riddle and Mattheo Riddle

POV: You've always been a bit closer to your brothers than most siblings, logical with the parentage you share. One day you come home, and you brothers decide to claim you as their own finally.

Trigger warnings: Incest, P in V, P in A, Edging, Breeding, Taboo. Swear words, Unprotected sex.

Today had started out really good. After I woke up I had breakfast with my brothers Tom and Mattheo, before all of us went out for work.

Tom worked for our dad as a death eater. Mattheo worked in the muggle department of the Ministry of Magic. And I worked as a healer in Saint Mungos.

We always made sure we had around the same work schedules so we would have meals together. Two years ago the three of us moved out of Riddle Manor and into an apartment in muggle London.

When I say apartment I do mean penthouse, our family is quite wealthy, and we were used to that wealth.

Work was busy since a lot of wizards came in with burned marks from muggle fireworks. The wizards had been invisible walking through muggle England, and obviously, the muggles who were setting off fireworks during the holidays didn't see them.

Because of this, I missed dinner, which my brothers and I always ate together. I came home around eight, absolutely starved.

"I'm home!" I yelled out as I walked into the house nd locked the front door behind me. Mattheo was in the kitchen and Tom walked out of his room. "You're late." He said matter of factly.

I nodded giving them both a hug "Yeah I know sorry, it was a rush at the hospital and we were understaffed since Mandy and Jade are in America."

Tom still glared at me and I sighed. "I'm sorry Tommy, truly." His gaze softened slightly. Mattheo spoke "It's okay sis, we would've just liked it if you could have let us know."

"I will next time I promise, is there any food left?" I asked when my stomach rumbled loudly. Mattheo laughed and nodded "Yeah there's left over pasta el limone in the fridge, I'll warm it up for you."

"Thank you, Matty," I said gratefully, sitting down at the table and yawning softly. Tom was looking at me with an intense and possessive gaze.

Before I could ask what was on his mind he turned and left walking into his bedroom and shutting the door. When I looked at Mattheo he shrugged, gave me my food and went after Tom to see what the problem was.

After dinner, I took a shower and walked into my room with only a towel around me. Without knocking my bedroom door opened and Tom and Mattheo walked into my room.

Their gazes were dark and intense, having a hint of desire and possessiveness in them. Tom spoke as he and Mattheo walked up to me. "We talked little sis, and we came to the conclusion that we don't like you working over time as much. You're ours and you're picking that job above us."

The anger in his voice was clear. "I'm sorry Tom, I'll make sure that I won't happen anymore okay." Mattheo shook his head "Not good enough princess."

By now they reached me and Mattheo pulled me against his chest, making my towel fall off my body and on the floor. Tom's eyes darkened with lust. "You're ours doll."

I looked at them confused, but Mattheo spoke before I could ask "We love you little sis, more then brothers should." My eyes widened in surprise as I looked at him.

"But that doesn't matter, we love you, and you're ours. We want you." Mattheo went on. He gave me time to respond, this was so wrong, they were my brothers, by blood. But I couldn't deny that I felt more then brothers for them. Always have.

Tom spoke, "You know you want us as well, don't pretend." He said his voice harsh and cold.

Finally, I gave in. "Okay yes, I do want you two." That was all they needed before Mattheo pushed me on my bed and they looked at me, eyes raking over my entire body. Like predators looking at their prey.

With a flick of Tom's hand, both of them were naked as well. I salivated at the sight of them, and my walls clenched around nothing at the sight of their cocks. I was ashamed to admit that this turned me on this much, I was soaked.

Mattheo moved between my legs and spread them widely, eyes darkening at the sight of my wet cunt. "Fuck little sis, you don't even need any prep, you're soaked."

That made Tom chuckle "Yeah does the idea of fucking your brothers make you wet doll." I let out a whine at their words and blushed.

"I'm going first, I'm the eldest." Tom said to Mattheo, making him glare at Tom. He however moved away laying behind me and pulling me against his chest.

Tom moved over me and lined up with my entrance, stroking himself before slamming inside of me. A loud moan left my mouth as he stretched my walls deliciously. He wasn't that thick but really locked, his tip trying to push through my cervix.

In the meantime, Mattheo was playing with my breasts while sucking hickeys on my neck. "C condom" I managed to say wanting to know if Tom was wearing one.

He stopped his movements and growled. "Fuck no, the only way Mattheo and I will be fucking your pussy little sis, is raw, I'm not gonna let anything be between us, understand." His grip on my thighs tightened painfully.

"O-Okay" I said and he huffed before starting his movements again, setting a brutal pace that made me rock against Mattheo.

Mattheo kept whining that he wanted to fuck me as well, which annoyed Tom and made his thrusts harder and sharper.

"I- I'm gonna cum." I said, the joined motions from Mattheo's fingers and Tom's thrusts, being too much. As soon as I said both of them stopped their movements, making me whine and try to clench around Tom to orgasm as well. Hating that it was being ripped away.

Tom slid out "Okay your turn," Mattheo smiled and flipped me over so my chest as against his and his cock was against my cunt.

Mattheo smiled at me and slipped inside of me. I let out a loud moan at the stretch, he was much thicker than Tom and a bit less long, but he still touched my cervix when he was deep inside of me.

I let my head drop on his shoulder and I clenched around him, sensitive and desperate to get my release. Mattheo smiled and held my hips starting to thrust up into me.

Moans left my mouth as I clung to him, hiding my head in his neck and scratching his back making him growl and fasten his pace.

Tom however was really impatient wanting to be inside of me again, aching to be inside of me again. "Hurry up Matt." Mattheo however ignored him and slowed down, just to spite him.

I whined at the shift in pace, not liking it much since my approaching orgasm was again ripped away from me.

This continued for a while, Mattheo sped up his pace and slowed down again, keeping me from orgasming and irritating Tom.

"Okay, that's it," Tom said and he moved over me pressing me firmly on Mattheo's chest so I was sandwiched between them. Tom's thumb pressed against my tight ring, making my eyes widen and let out a gasp. "Wait no no one ever-"

Tom cut me off "Don't worry sis I won't hurt you, and stop moving Mattheo."

He grumbled but did as Tom said and stopped moving. Tom started pressing his cock against my back entrance. "Relax doll," He said and Mattheo stroked my clit to get me to relax.

It didn't hurt. Tom had used a lubing spell to make him slide in easily. The stretch was foreign and a bit uncomfortable, but when he was fully bottomed out, I felt full—incredibly full.

Both of my brothers were stuffing me full with their cocks. I let out little moans which turned into screams and loud moans as soon as they started moving.

They moved in tandem making sure I never felt empty. The sensations soon became too much and I came around them, eyes rolling back as I had one of the most pleasurable orgasms I've ever had.

Neither of them stopped, letting me ride out my high. They didn't slow down after that either, in fact, they sped up their pace.

"Are you gonna let us come inside of you?" Tom asked.

"Yeah? Are you gonna be a good girl for your brothers?" Mattheo added.

Tom spoke again, "Feels good huh, your brother's cock in your holes."

Their filthy words drove me further and further towards the edge of a second orgasm. I know Tom and Mattheo weren't far behind me from the stutter and unevenness of their paces.

I clenched down around them and came once again. My body went limp against Mattheo. He let out a loud groan and came, spilling his seed inside of me and painting my walls white with his cum.

Tom followed quickly after us, the sensations from me clenching around him, and him feeling Mattheo's dick pulsate from the thin wall that separated them was too much for even him.

He came shooting him cum inside of me before slowly pulling out, watching his cum drip out with dark eyes, completely fascinated.

Mattheo pulled out of me and turned me around so my back was against his chest. "You're ours, princess." Mattheo said "Don't forget it.'

I nodded "I won't, I'm yours, only yours."

Both of my brothers smiled and kissed my cheek. "We love you sis." They said softly before they shared a devilish look. I knew we weren't done yet, not for a long while.

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sleepynegress · 1 year ago

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THIS ISN'T COMMON KNOWLEDGE BUT SHOULD BE...ABOUT MEDICAID....

If you ever find yourself in the position of living in the home of a parent who is disabled and requires full-time care and you are their primary caregiver for at least 2 years, and they intend to leave their assets to you after they pass, make sure to transfer ownership of their assets, home/land in your name ASAP...or they will require you to pay back any benefits received and claim those assets even out from under you, as soon as your loved one passes. This is yet another way that generational assets /wealth are easily taken out of marginalized communities. It is a loan.

And the sharks circle as soon as your loved one passes. Here's an article about it:

Decided to add context. I don't like to talk about it here, because ehh, social media is for my vapid entertainment thoughts for me. It's a hobby/getaway/ place to get semi-social with strangers and online friends with shared interests, but I don't want anyone else to go through what I am... Of course, this applies specifically to the U.S.'s broken healthcare system. So, for those who don't know, my mom passed recently. I am an only child with no siblings or children. My whole life during that time was 24/7 care. She had insurance, but it wasn't enough to cover everything that she needed, so Medicaid was the obvious solution, right? The government takes care of our disabled elderly who have worked until retirement, right? It seemed like the routine thing to do, I had never heard anything during the process about having to pay it back,but sure enough, less than 12 weeks after her passing, I was hit with a warning (which I followed up on and was told I would NOT be charged because of my caregiver status) and then 2 weeks later the "bill". The lady I spoke to, totally changed her attitude from the first time I spoke to her to the point where I felt scammed. Out came a patronizing voice certain people use with children, that measured whiny thing (it's always a red-flag to me and makes me instantly dislike you if you do this even with kids, btw... speak to kids like PEOPLE). I feel like an idiot. I have been doing this for over a decade and didn't think to transfer any assets of hers during that time because it *was* hers. I wanted her to feel as empowered about that as possible.

Not a single soul said I should transfer those assets to keep this from happening and now I'm facing down what feels like some kind of weird conspiracy to take the land and house.

FYI, there have been weird inquiries, the census came to mark down my mother's death literally *immediately* after she passed...and odd timing called the day of the notice to "help", with all the southern Christian signifiers (bless your heart we'll be praying for you).... It feels so seedy. Anyway, all this to say if you find yourself in a similar position....

TRANSFER THOSE ASSETS INTO YOUR NAME 2 years into caregiving or they will take them from you, house etc..

#medicaid #currently dealing with this #hoping to get a waiver #I'm doing what i can to navigate the system...I hope to negotiate a lower settlement or something... I can pay part since I did save some #I am terrified and coming off some illnesses myself #I am working on it with someone (s) who has some knowledge of the system #whatever happens I'll keep you updated...again if/when there's a solution I'll share to help others PASS ALONG this knowledge #to all you know this could potentially effect

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fishnapple · 3 months ago

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Current situation: should you let go, wait or act?

This reading is about a current situation of yours that you find confusing or stuck. I hope this reading will give you some more clarity.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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I see that you are in an inertia. The situation is at a standstill. You feel like with just one action, the scale will tip over, and the whole situation will change its direction. But you are wary of this change. Even though you hope for relief from this state, you are someone who needs concrete proofs and a full preparation before you engage in any course of action.

If this is about a connection, things were good before, you and them were getting along pretty well, sharing enjoyable moments together. This connection made you feel relaxed and more carefree. But then one or both of you reached a point where there should be more solid commitment. Maybe you wanted to do something together, and the question of practicality came in. Things seemed not fun anymore but required serious consideration. A light attitude and the attempt to bring the connection back to its previous state wouldn't solve this issue as you have hoped.

If this is about other situations that you need to make a choice, the same things also applied. There's a need for you to slow down a little and reconsider the situation. There are opportunities for you to move forward and build something substantial, but you will have to commit to it with practical plans. I see something related to finance, spending, and accumulating wealth. It could be about changing your mentality about these matters. Instead of your feelings, which have the possibility of being influenced by many factors and likely to change, base you course of actions on the actual facts about the situation and your current resources, even your time and energy are your resources. So the advice for this situation would be to wait a little, you should collect more information and use your resources more wisely.

This might be for the people who are currently single and not committed to anyone. The energy is very independent, someone who is just enjoying life and their freedom.

This might be a little specific, but some of you in the past could have experienced breakups or seen other people's commitments falling apart. This made you sceptical and lose faith in relationships. So now you choose to enjoy being alone, focus more on yourself and explore other options.

In general, you might feel quite contented with the current state, but sometimes you can't help but look at others who are in relationships and feel a desire to be in one. But that means you will have to end your current state, and you want someone who can match your energy, who can let you have the same freedom just like when you were single, which is not easy to find and can be an unrealistic expectation.

For other of you who is not in this dilemma, but in other situations that require you to get out of your comfort zone or independent mode to join others. You will have to make a choice, to leave behind the old habits and cultivate new ones. Maybe you're someone who likes to work alone, to shine on your own, but if you want to join some community or a group project, you will need to work with other people, it will be a shared effort.

The general advice is to make the choice only if you're willing to accept the departure of your old self. It's hard to make a choice and expect things to stay the same.

I think you are someone who is quite practical and reserved. Who doesn't allow themselves to be wild or act rashly, always consider the consequence and the effects of your actions. You are not open with your energy. It feels hard and unmoving, like a wall or a statue.

But the situation that you have in mind is something that has the potential to infiltrate that wall and take you out of your usual shell. Sometimes, we are attracted to things and people that represent the opposite facets of us. It's usually when our energy feels too bounded and static, so we need something to break us out, to balance us.

This situation seems to invite you to be more open with your feelings, let loose a little and mingle more with people. It promises connections, joy and flow. It seems good based on that impression, but I sense a hidden slope in it, one that can make you slide down into being undisciplined and go against your principals. There's a pull that leads to overindulgence, making the restraint in you slowly slipping away. It could be someone close to you invite you to try out new things, new activities, introduce you to new people, or you yourself in the process of going out of your comfort zone, trying out different things that can bring more colours and excitements into your life. But the advice for you here is to stop and think clearly, remain cool headed and logical. Having more boundaries and discernment, knowing when to resist invitations to things that have the potential to affect you negatively. Take time and space to be with yourself only.

This could be about work or something where you are providing help for other people. You do it simply because you think it's necessary, you just want to help without thinking too much about it, without expectation for something, maybe you've been providing something for free or for too often. But this kind of behaviour can lead others to the assumption that you're naive, easy to take advantage of, or on the opposite side, that you have hidden motives and try to please people. Simple acts can be interpreted as something more complicated. I think this will be a learning process for you, to think more carefully before jumping in to help. I'm not saying that you should be more calculative or stop helping people altogether, but be more clear in your intention with them.

Some people could get used to your help and expect more and more. It could gradually become a burden for you. Setting clear boundaries is important. When you feel that your time and energy aren't appreciated, make a clear decision to stop and try to untangle yourself from people's expectations. Also, setting priorities, some of your actions have actually hindered your progress.

I also see some kind of hidden rivalry, maybe on the surface, things seem pretty friendly, but there might be talks behind your back, passive-aggressive words, actions that won't reveal their true intentions. Don't jump into conclusion too hastily, but if there is something amiss and you can sense it, don't hesitate to make a clear-cut decision to stop this kind of behaviour. Maybe remove yourself from that situation. If it's hard to do so, detach yourself and avoid engaging further.

You are excited to start something new, to execute a plan, a vision. The plan is based on your past experiences. You remember how things were good in the past and eager to start them again or to dive back in. The actions here are based on an idealistic view of the situation. This situation might have already happened in the past once or many times before, but you somehow have forgotten some of its effects or consequences. It's like you didn't remember the event in its entirely, some parts were blotted out. This could make the situation right now seem a lot more positive than it actually is. Or maybe you remembered the past, but you're optimistic about the future, you might believe that this time, it will be different.

There's a feeling of haste. Everything is just in a preparation state, but you want to act quickly, decisively. The fruits haven't been ripe yet, but you want to harvest them already. So the advice is to wait more, observe more, plan more, try to see the situation in different angle, if you want to act, at least do so in small steps, avoid taking grand actions. Being told to wait while having inspiration can be frustrating, but there's something hidden, an information, a help, an opportunity, awaiting you if you're willing to slow down a little to listen.

The energy of this group is really about enjoying themselves, enjoying life in general. The message for this group might be really short because it seems that you will soon receive the reward for your effort. Just keep doing what you're doing, the tree will grow if you keep nurturing it, the scarf will get longer if you keep knitting.

You might want to relax more, to have more fun, and be confident in your ability to make things real. Emotions might be heightened more in this period. If you've been planning to try something new, now is a good time to do that, you are infused with more confidence and spontaneity to try out things that you didn't think you would be able to do. Just be a little mindful of your spending, a high spirit could likely make some impulsive purchases that you would regret later on.

This message is just for a specific group of people, but if you are in a triangle relationship or there is a third party involved, you might want to reconsider your choice and put your peace of mind at the top priority. If the situation generates too much dramas and the indecisiveness from the people involved is not resolved then be ready to let go and walk away, I do see another opportunity for you in the future.

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