#what's it like to have such a smart brain

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 — 𝐂.𝐒.

Synopsis: Nick has been your best friend for so long, but you can’t seem to get a long with his brother—Chris. You try to mess with Chris and it backfires….badly….

Warnings: illegal street racing, stupid driving, tension, smut with so much plot it hurts, street racer Chris, BIG MASSIVE SHLONG CHRIS, size kink, bulge kink, dick-wad Chris, p n v, raw sex, riding (wink), and more....

A/N: THIS IS OVER 5.2K WORDS. THIS IS NAWT A QUICK READ. Now, get in the car bitches, we're getting HORNYYYYYY!!!!

With love and bigs tits, Rose

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“Hey, cute jeans!” I wave, my lips curling into a grin as I squint my eyes at him—Chris. He rolls his tongue, shaking his head as he stalks off further down the street. Ha. 

It’s one of those rare occurrences—I’m here—at his street race, for god knows what reason. 

All I ever do is mock him. In fact, that’s why I call him cute jeans. The first time Nick and I had shown up at one of these dumb things, Chris thought I was a stranger from behind—and my jeans? Damn. 

He had to be a real asshole and hit on me. 

That night was fun for more than one reason. It sparked something—something I didn’t know existed. 

After that, my teasing only got worse. Chris’s ego couldn’t handle staying silent, he always had something smart to say. 

“Come to watch me again, huh? Gonna record it for later, I bet,” Chris winks. My mouth snaps shut as I go to say something back. He’s already gone—not giving me a second to respond before shutting the door to his car and speeding down the road. 

Typical. 

It’s still bright out. The sun sinks lower into the horizon as more people crowd the deserted street by the minute. 

“Okay, let’s just take a couple more pics and then we’ll go. I know you hate this,” Nick huffs, adjusting the leather jacket he’s wearing—the same coat that inspired this whole photoshoot. But you couldn’t blame him, he did look hot as fuck. 

Even if his looks resemble a certain idiot lurking nearby. 

Part of me is burning with spite. I hate letting Chris have the last word. But my brain sparks with an idea, a brilliant idea. 

How much would it cost him if I stayed around? 

Those stupid bets were always placed in his favor. No one could deny he was good—really good. He drove on the street like he owned it and he never even seemed nervous. 

“I kinda wanna stay—” My words are interrupted as I feel an arm rest down on my shoulders. I look over to see Beck, a girl I love seeing. 

She’s vibrant—especially with her signature red lip that seemed to draw all eyes to her. I always blossom off her confidence, loving to sit next to her when she showed true female power all with one swing of that stupid flag in the air. 

“How are ya, girlie? Haven’t seen you in months,” she puffs, hugging me a little bit closer before dropping her arm back to her side. 

I smile over at her. “Pretty good, you still stomping on egos?” I question, the glint of mischief in her eyes reflecting back as she gives me a slow nod. 

“Oh, always. Especially Chris—and it’s just for you.” She boops my nose as her words drag through the wind, the sound of tires screeching starting to muffle the chaotic hum of the crowd forming. 

Nick stares down at the camera lens, scrolling through the pictures I had taken of him—the reason why we were here, pretty much. “Actually, I think we got enough. But are you sure you wanna stay? I can come back and get you later—”

Beck brushes on Nick’s shoulder. She scrunches her nose at me while licking over her teeth. “I got her, Nick. Go home and post those pics, I’ll return her to you safely after tonight, don’t worry.” 

“Alright…” Nick sighs, reluctantly hugging me and wandering back towards his car to head home. 

“So why’d you wanna stay? Finally like cars?” Beck interrogates. 

I shake my head vigorously, laughing as she smiles at me. “Fuck no, I just—”

“You’re gonna mess with him, aren’t you?”

Her question rings through the air as a speeding car flies by—racers already warming up.

My eyes trace towards the track, seeing a sleek red sports car in the distance doing donuts. Of fucking course. Chris was always doing some dumb shit—illegal street racing or doing fucking donuts while the other racers were repeatedly drifting around the corners or fixing up their cars. 

He’s so cocky. 

I whisper back to her as I watch his car tires mark the pavement. “Damn right.”

___

Chris is already fed up—I can tell by the way his jaw clicks and his nostrils flare when I catch him in the corner of my eye. 

And I’m looking directly at him, a stupid smile covering my face as I put my money on the bet table. It’s twenty bucks, but it was twenty bucks I was willing to spend, or rather waste. Chris hasn’t lost in a while—honestly I’m not sure if he ever has. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Chris huffs, pulling me by the arm as he drags me to the side of the road by his car. 

He roughly shoves me. The feeling of his car pressed up against my backside leaves my eyes twinkling with pride—I’m really getting to him. Just like I planned.

I shrug. “Just placing my bets. Isn’t that what everyone does at these—”

“Why are you here? Why’re you–,” as his eyes stare into mine, his rough tone falls silent, his scowl curling into a smirk as he analyzes the subtle twitch of my nose. “Huh—just comin’ to watch, right?” 

I nod to his question, my pride sinking to my feet as I try to stand up tall. Chris presses his body against mine, making my weight lean against the car once more. I swallow thickly as his hand drops from my arm. 

What is he doing?

“You know, I meant it, right?” he tuts, his eyes tracing your figure with no shame. “These jeans… baby, they look so good on you.” His voice gets deeper, his head falling forward as his lips graze my ear. “-bet they’d look better off though, hm?”  

Fuck. 

I wish it didn’t make something inside the pit of my gut burn—but it did. God, it really fucking did. My heart is hammering against my chest, the pulse in my neck pounding in my ears as slight butterflies in my stomach make it harder to breathe. 

Shoving my body quickly, I manage to escape his hold. “Shut up. You’re such a cocky prick,” I spit, my arms folding across my chest as I try to keep a stern expression. 

Chris lets out a dry laugh, grinning like he’s already won. He takes a couple steps forward, letting his hand travel into the ends of my hair, “And yet, you love it. I can practically hear how nervous I’m makin’ you, it’s a real ego boost,” he husks. 

“You don’t make me—” My lips fall open further, motionless as his hand moves to my neck, his cold fingers brushing against my pulse as my eyes go wide. 

“Not nervous, huh…” His head leans towards the side as he stares all over my face. His eyes linger on my lips as I try to look away. 

But it’s impossible. Chris swerves his head, not letting my eyes leave his as he just stares at me. 

“Chris, stop—”

“Why? Do I make you too nervous?” he urges, licking over his teeth and letting his hands drop down to his sides. 

I feel a wave of heat caress up my spine and over my shoulders. “Don’t you have some stupid race to lose?” 

The taunt seems humorous to him, the last resolve of my dignity peeking through mumbled words as he wipes over his mouth. 

“Alright, alright. Guess I’ll go try to lose, but—I might need your help.” He shrugs, walking off with a wink. 

Uh oh. 

Help?

___

I can’t tell what the fuck is going through his brain. Part of me regrets staying—but another part of me is sickly invested in whatever this twisted game is. 

Nearly all bets had been placed. Stacks of money rested on the plastic table with a heavy bais—most were betting on Chris. 

It had to be at least two grand. 

He wouldn’t give up two grand for some petty argument with me, right? No—that would be insane. Absolutely bonkers. 

…right?

I watch as Beck stands in the middle of the dark street, the only glow coming from the blue streetlights above. The sun had set quickly, the stars and moon doing nothing compared to the headlights from all the cars.

My legs hurt. I didn’t realize I had been clenching every muscle for the entirety of the countdown to the actual race. The cold bleachers sting against my skin in the night air—maybe I would’ve dressed warmer if I thought I was gonna stay. But no—I was stuck shivering in jeans, a purple lace bra peeking from under my black top, and a letterman jacket. 

The front row gave the best view, but I had no one to shield the bitter breeze. But it was worth it. This way I got to sit by Beck the entire time. 

“Racers ready?” she shouts, her voice prominent over the reviving engines as she holds the flag in the air. 

Chris is on the side closer to me, his boyish smile apparent as I stare at the side of his face. The other guy was one of the better ones—the bets had some sort of hope in him, a large stack of bills showing that he had a decent amount of skill. 

My mouth waters as I see Chris run a hand through his hair, his head turning and his eyes catching mine. Holy fuck. He looks absolutely dreamy—there’s not an ounce of anxiety, pure confidence radiating from him. 

And it makes it so hard to look away. 

“Wait, I got one more bet I gotta place,” Chris announces. 

What?

My brows furrow, my face scrunching as I watch Beck relax the flag back down to her side. “Make it quick.” 

Chris nods at her words, my stomach flutters as he stares directly back at me, leaning his head out his window while licking over his lips. “Wanna make a bet, sweetheart?” he asks. 

I look around me, my shoulder sinking slightly as I take in the amount of people staring at me. 

He’s holding up the race to embarass me. Fuck. 

As I stare back at him with squinted eyes, he clicks his tongue on the side of his mouth. “If I win, I get to take you for a drive. Deal?”

“What?” I exclaim, throwing my hand in the air as I motion to the bet table, “Why the hell would I agree to that—”

“You bet against me, remember?” he points. 

My lips smack shut, the lump in my throat gathering thicker as I try to swallow. “I’ll even give you the chance to make sure I lose a round. We gotta bet or not?” he questions, his eyes twinkling as the blue lights illuminate his sharp features.  

If he had to lose one of the three rounds, that put more hope into the other racer. And if the other race won, I’d be more than content. Getting to call him a loser would definitely irk him more than anything—especially if it was true.

I hear boos chant around me. “Hurry up and race!” someone says from behind me. 

My body stiffens as I hear the chorus of disapproval. “Deal!” I shout, biting on my inner cheek. 

Chris looks at me with a daunting grin, his hand squeezing on the wheel as he nods. “A’right—ready. Sorry for the hold up.” 

Beck rolls her eyes, holding up the flag once more. 

“Racers ready?” she glares at Chris, continuing on as he revs his engine in response, “3—2—-1, GO—”

My heart drops as I watch the smoke from the tires scratching the street float around Beck. She saunters over, settling beside me as I lean forward, my pulse pounding in my ears as I watch them race side-by-side. 

As the car rounds the corner and starts nearing the finish line, Chris’s car zooms just slightly in front of the other vehicle, only seconds of a difference. 

I can’t wait to call him a fuckin loser. 

Beck walks back out, the flag raising in the air as both cars position once again. “Alright, race two. Ready, set—” 

“Hey!” 

Stomping her heels on the pavement, Beck scowls at Chris as he shouts towards my direction. I look over, my face burning as I feel the crowd stare down at me. 

I didn’t know much about racing, but I knew enough. This wasn’t normal—this was the prime way to piss people off. 

As I go to ask what he wants, Chris curls his finger, motioning for me to come closer. 

The fuck? 

I hesitantly stand up, my arms wrapped tightly around my torso as I walk up to his car window. Chris stares up at me with devious eyes. He obnoxiously chews a piece of gum, his jaw bone protruding with each movement. 

“What the fuck do you want?!” I whisper-yell, catching angry eyes boring onto me as I take a quick glance over my shoulder. 

Oh, these people are mad—fucking furious, even. 

“Kiss me.” 

I do a double take, my eyes blinky slowly as I watch him lick over the bottom ridges of his teeth, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. 

“What?” I breathe out, a dry laugh heaving from my lips. 

He can’t be serious…

“However long you kiss me is however long I’ll wait to start drivin’. Didn’t you want me to lose? C’mon pretty girl, you saw the bet table—use your head, alright? It’s just a kiss,” he taunts.

This is how he was gonna give me the chance to make him lose a round—I should’ve known. 

I shake my head, cringing as I hear the boo’s from the crowd get louder. 

“I’m startin’,” Beck says, holding up the flag. “3—”

“Yes or no? It’s up to you,” he shrugs, his eyes drawing over my face as my lips smack open and shut. 

“2—”

The noise of his engine revving makes my anxiety settle. This is my chance—my only chance at that. 

“Fuck it,” I murmur, taking a long stride towards him. 

“1—GO!” 

I crash my lips onto his, my hands on either side of his jaw. His lips meet mine with a hard urgency, the rhythm of my movement panicked and rushed. 

My breath hitches in my chest—I don’t know if it’s because I forgot to breathe or if it’s from the feeling of his hand traveling up and tangling around the back of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer as he slips his warm tongue into my mouth. 

I nearly forget everything, gasping for air as I pull back quickly, moaning as I feel his mouth hungrily chase mine. 

Never in my life had I been kissed like this—so passionately and rough. 

“Hey! This gotta be breakin’ some rules–”

Fuck. 

The person yelling from the crow makes me pull back into reality. I stand up, watching as Chris slowly flutters his eyes open at me with a grin so cocky my hand twitches with the urge to slap him. 

Why did that feel so… good? 

Before anyone can say a thing, the other car slowly halts back to the starting line. 

Had we really been kissing that long? 

My fingers mindlessly float up to my tingling lips, my head feeling lighter as the surroundings start to spin a bit. It’s like he put some drug in his mouth that immediately became addicting. I want more. 

“See? I kept my word,” Chris points out, “Now—you gonna keep your word if I win? Lemme take you for a drive?” I swallow thickly, nodding slowly. “Good. Now go sit down and cheer for me real loud, alright?” 

I don’t have time to respond before Beck interrupts with the same question, starting to count down. I quickly stumble back towards the bleachers, a sigh of relief pushing through my lips as my head bobbles between my shoulders while I sit down. 

The loud cars barely register in my brain. All I can focus on is how light everything feels, how my lips are swollen and pulsing. 

“C’MON!!!” 

Chants behind me draw my attention back to the road. What the fuck? It’s not even close—Chris is speeding around the corners way smoother than the first round, almost as if he had been—

Oh fuck.

He was holding back. 

I tried to mess with him and he played me with ease. 

Part of me should be mad as he races near the finish line—but all I feel is excitement—anticipation. 

My teeth clench into my lower lip as I watch him storm past the line, not even waiting for the other racer to finish before stepping out of his car and walking over. 

Is he…?

My eyes bulge as he walks in front of me, holding his hand out as an offer. “C’mon, you promised, yeah?” he urges. 

I nod slowly, sliding my hand in his. He drags me to his car, opening the passenger door and shutting it after I climb in. 

“Chris! The money—”

Beck’s words fall on deaf ears as Chris slides into the driver seat, pressing his foot on the gas hard. 

“You didn’t even get the money—what’re we doing?” I ask, looking behind my shoulder to see a crowd of people turned to our direction as we speed off further down the road. 

“You know, it’s not nice to try and tick me off,” he huffs, quickly glancing at me with a harsh stare. 

Oh.

Oh.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ abou–”

Chris lets out a vocal sound of disbelief, cutting me off, “Yeah, you do. Fuckin—bettin’ against me, tryna get me to lose and shit. For what? Don’t have a boyfriend to give you any attention, huh?” he asks, his hand reaching over and grasping onto my thigh. 

He knows I don’t have a boyfriend—I know he’s aware of that fact. 

I stare down at his large hand squeezing my jean-clad leg. Something about his rough grip makes me shift in my seat, my thighs clutching together as I feel a wave of warmth settle into the pit of my stomach. 

“You like my hand on your thigh, don’t you?” he says, smirking wider as I watch the blue streetlights cast a subtle glow on his cheekbones. 

“I—”

“You like it. Admit it.” 

There’s no room to argue as he trails his hand up further, his fingers tracing dangerously high as he gives me a rough squeeze. Fuck his hands feel good on me. 

“Chris what’re you—”

“Do you know how it feels to constantly see you and know I can’t touch you?” he starts, the car rolling to a stop by the side of the road as he rushedly shifts gears to park, “-you’re always fuckin’ teasin’ me—bein’ a damn brat and I have to keep my hands to myself,” he grits, shaking his head as he stares down at me. 

I swallow thickly as I shift in the seat. “Chris, I–”

“No. None of that bullshit. You’re always tauntin’ me. Why’d you stay, hm? Why?” he questions, his tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth as his eyes deepen with intensity and dominance. 

Silence. I can’t fathom any words to say, my pulse drumming quicker as Chris pats his lap, adjusting his chair back. 

“Over here. Now.” 

“Chris, what are we doing?” I ask, hesitantly starting to climb over the center console. 

His hands wrap around the underside of my thighs, pulling me quickly while I let out a slight yelp as he sits me down in his lap. His hands are firm on either side of my hips. “I’m done playin’ these stupid fuckin’ games. I just—” 

The air is quiet. His eyes fall to my lips, his hands grasping just a little bit tighter around me. I can still feel the lingering sensation from his lips on mine earlier, the slight tingle still buzzing on the soft muscle as I let myself lean in closer. 

“We should stop,” Chris breathes, his tongue sliding between his lips as his eyes flicker up towards mine. 

“Why?” 

The question rolls off my lips with ease, my palms flattening against his chest as I lower my mouth to his neck, breathing over his pulse. 

“Because–” He lets out a hiss. I place my lips on his neck, sucking gently as I massage my hand over his shoulder. “Shit—we gotta stop, baby—this, this–” His jaw goes slack as I find his sweet spot. His hands dig into my hips, the slight bulge growing beneath me making my lips curl into a smile as I gently grind myself on top of him. 

“Why do you wanna stop, Chris?” I ask, nibbling the bottom of his ear, “What’s got you so tongue-tied, hm?” 

“You’re killin’ me,” he points, his gaze trained on me as he tangles his hand through my hair, pulling me back just enough to look at him, “-fuckin’ so annoying, so pretty and horrible, I just—I don’t know how much I can hold back–”

“Don’t,” I whisper, my hand gathering the material of his shirt in a fist as I watch him bite on his lower lip. His eyes trace over my face, one of his hands slowly tracing underneath my shirt, callusing beneath my bra. 

“Yeah? Don’t want me to hold back, hm?” he remarks, his hips adjusting in the slightest, my mouth falling open as I feel him rut against me through the fabric of our clothes. 

Fuck. I can’t take this. 

I lean forward, crashing my lips against his once more. Chris hums into my mouth. He furiously helps me peel off the bulky letterman jacket, the cold air feeling like relief compared to my burning skin. 

“Holy fuck, slow down, baby,” he husks, his hands falling to my hips as I shameless grind myself against his hard bulge. But I can’t get enough. “-’m not going anywhere—gonna stay and make you feel so good. Promise.” 

My heart drops as I feel his hand delicately caress over the purple lace covering my breasts. His nimble fingers trace around my hardened nub, a slight moan falling through my lips as I feel him smirk against me. 

“Take those cute jeans off, c’mon. Be a good girl for me—just this once, alright?” he grins. 

I nod slowly, awkwardly shifting as I pull down the denim while kicking off my shoes. Chris gets impatient, yanking the clothing to his own accord before planting me back on his lap, his jacket now discarded. 

“Holy fuck, look at these legs—would look so good wrapped around me,” he whispers, brushing my hair to the side as his lips graze my neck, “-while I fuck you deep and hard.” 

Oh my god. 

My mind is numb, every inch of my skin pulsing with a hot sensation of greed. Chris stares at me with lust, his hand moving in the corner of my eye. “Want me to touch you? Right….here,” he breathes, the pad of his finger resting directly over my bundle of nerves. 

I nod slowly, looking at him with hooded eyes as he starts to slowly circle the digit with a light, feathery touch. 

“More,” I moan, pulling his shirt into my fists as I watch him smile at me. 

“Yeah? What do you want, hm? Want my big dick in you? Want me to stretch you out and make you cum over and ov—

“Please,” I whisper, my hips moving for me as I struggle to stay still. 

Chris looks down, gesturing for me to take control. I hesitantly fumble with his jeans, pulling out his hard length as my mouth starts to water. 

Fuck. He’s big. No—he’s huge. 

As I go to pull my underwear to the side, Chris stops me, placing his hand around my wrist. 

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, “-take ‘em all the way off—wanna see all of you when I fuck your guts.” 

My thighs tense from his words, my hands quickly sliding the fabric down my thighs and discarding them without a single care. Chris pets over the top of my thighs, his eyes hungrily staring down between my legs. “Fuck—are you sure you want this? I…god, I can’t believe this is happening…”

I grab his hardness in my hand, spitting and dragging the lubricant up and down his shaft. Chris grits his teeth. His hands pinching into my sides as he lets out a deep groan. “You’re so big,” I whisper, mostly talking to myself. 

My eyes bulge as I feel Chris lift me with his hands on either side of my waist, placing me so my dripping entrance is directly aligned with his tip. His eyes bore into mine with dark passion. His jaw tense as he leans forward, kissing along my neck. 

“You gonna take it all f’me?” he dares, massaging my sides but keeping me from sinking down onto him. 

“Chris, please–”

“Gotta promise to take it all, sweetheart. Been teasin’ me all day already, I don’t need anymore of that, alright? Just—just gotta promise to let me stuff you full,” he purrs, sucking on the sensitive part of my neck just below my ear. 

“I promise, just—mmphf—” He slowly loosens his grip, letting me lower myself. I feel his tip nudge past my entrance, the stretch of his size making my body tense as my legs tighten to a halt. 

“Thaatt’s it, doin’ so good, just—just relax,” he praises, brushing my hair behind my ear, “-gotta be a good girl and keep your word again, yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” I stutter, slowly starting to take more of him. A broken cry falling through my lips as I feel my body stiffen again. 

Chris is patient. His eyes are trained on my face as his hands massage over my body. “You got it, c’mon—just—holy fuck,” his hand lingers down to my stomach, my top so messed up that it’s bunched over my breasts. He’s not just admiring the skin, he’s worshipping the bulge—the distinct imprint of him inside of me as I hover over the last bit of his length. 

“Look at that, sweetheart, I mean—fuck—” 

I shriek as I feel him lift his hips upward, burying himself inside of me completely. My hands grasp onto his shoulders, my eyes teary as I watch him bite on his lower lip. “God—such a good girl, takin’ me so good,” he compliments, slowly helping me as I start to ride him. 

I feel him reach deep inside of me, my eyes staring up at the ceiling of the car while my body tenses with a wave of pleasure collapsing over every beating pulse of my skin. This is even better than that damn kiss. I’ve never felt like this before. Not ever. It’s like an adrenaline rush, so overbearingly good that it feels addicting.  

“How’s that, baby, hm?” he hums, smiling down at the sight of his length plunging into my guts with each thrust as my movements quicken. 

“I–it’s, I—” 

What the fuck was I saying? 

Everything feels so light, so impossible. 

“That’s it, fuckkkkk—look so good ridin’ me like this, keep—-shit!” he seethes. My walls tighten around him, my nails digging into his shoulder through his shirt as he lifts his hips to meet my movements.

His lips parted with pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck, fuck, I,” My words are cut off my a moan. 

Chris laughs dryly, his grip becoming tighten as he really puts in the work—using me like a ragdoll as he furiously fucks himself into me. “Mmmm, th-ere,” he rasps, smiling as I let out small shrieks and moans between each snap of his hips. 

He’s so deep. I’d never felt this good in my life. There’s a buzzing in my ears, spots in my vision as I feel my body ruthlessly convulse with the overwhelming sensations. 

How the fuck is he so deep?

How the hell is he hitting against the perfect spot over and over and over—

“You cumming already?” 

His question pulls me back to reality. I nod dumbly, my mouth drawing open as I let out a long moan, my thighs quivering as I rock myself against his movement. 

“Oh—I—”

“My name, sweetheart, wanna hear my–my name, c’mon,” he urges, the squelches getting louder as I feel my body burn with euphoria. 

“Chris, Chris, I–I—my god,” I cry out, my hips slowly rolling to a stop as I feel him pause his motions. 

I don’t have time to react—nor to recover. I feel Chris hold me tightly, flipping me over so my back hits the seat—his cock brutal as he drills himself inside of me. 

“Take it, fuckin—fuckin’ take it,” he chants. 

My hands scramble into his hair. I pull his face into my neck, letting my teeth sink into his shoulder. Every rut of his hips leaves me breathless, my body seizing as I feel his hardness drive into me over and over again while his pelvis slaps against my clit. 

“I’m gonn—”

“Wait. Wait for me, I’m—’m so close, baby, so fuckin’ close—”

I clench around him, the buildup becoming too much as he continues to drown every inch of my body with pleasure. His desperate tone lingers in the air, his breaths shaking as his hips lose slight momentum. 

“Wher–-where do you—”

“In-inside, please, just—just let me cum,” I plea. 

Chris huffs, his thrusts becoming erratic and somehow deeper. “Cu-cum with me, I—shittttttttt, so fuckin’ good, so… so fuckin’ good,” he seethes, a warm sensation flooding inside of me as I feel my body convulse once more. 

My limbs fall lifelessly. Our motions fall lazier, eventually pausing to a halt. Chris gently removes himself, pulling me into his arms tightly and positioning back into the seat with me on his lap. 

His hand finds the back of my head as I lean onto his shoulder, petting through my hair as we both try to catch our breath. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers. I let out a light laugh, flinching as I feel my stomach burn from soreness. “You good there?” he asks. 

Nodding into the crook of his neck, I lift myself to stare at him once more. My eyes trace from his sweat ridden face, seeing a clear imprint of his hand on the fogged-up car window. My nose crinkles as I inhale deeply. “It smells like sex, I’m sorry,” I let out. 

Chris stares at me incredulously. “Sorry? That was fuckin’ perfect—better than the money if you ask me. I mean… I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself anymore,” he teases, flashing me a grin as he combs my hair behind my ear. 

My lips curl with excitement. “Oh really? You like takin’ me for rides?” 

He nods firmly, biting on his lower lip. “Mhm. And you seemed to really like ridin’.” 

I let out a light laugh, shrugging my shoulders before ruffling his hair playfully. “Only with you.”

Chris cocks an eyebrow at me, “Only me, huh?” I nod shyly, letting out a brief hum. His eyes linger on mine before falling back to my lips. “You do ride good. Maybe you should be the racer,” he taunts. 

“Maybe,” I whisper, “-maybe…” 

“Let’s get you back in those cute jeans though, yeah?” 

[bloomzone]

📕 𝟓𝟎-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

March 1st ! If you’ve been slacking, if your study habits have been messy, or if finals are creeping up way too fast this is it. I did a 20-day productivity challenge before, but now, with finals staring me down and less than 90 days to go, I need to actually get my flip together.For the next 50 days, I’m locking in. This isn’t about aesthetic study sessions or fake productivity or like those 10s filming study routine 💁🏻‍♀️ . It’s about deep focus, real progress, and making sure you n i walk into finals prepared, not panicked.

before we start! what are the ..

🔴 Things You Need to Avoid

When you’re pushing yourself to study, it’s easy to fall into traps that make the process feel harder than it needs to be. One of the biggest things to avoid is procrastination. It’s tempting to delay tasks and distract yourself with less important things, but the truth is, the longer you wait, the more overwhelming it becomes. Putting things off only builds stress and leaves you with less time to focus on what truly matters.Another major pitfall is burnout. While it might feel like working non-stop is the key to success, the reality is that exhaustion doesn’t lead to productivity. If you push yourself too hard without breaks or balance, you’ll find your focus slipping, and your energy drained. Instead, aim for deep, focused study periods with scheduled rest to recharge. The key is working smart, not just hard.u also NEED to stay away from passive studying. Reading over your notes without actively engaging with the material might feel like you’re making progress, but it’s not enough. True learning happens when you interact with the content whether that’s through active recall, practicing problems, or teaching the concept to someone else. It’s about getting the information out of your head, not just in.And then there’s multitasking, which can be deceiving. You might think that juggling multiple tasks or subjects at once is a sign of productivity, but in reality, it dilutes your focus. Instead, concentrate on one subject at a time and give it your full attention. By focusing deeply, you’ll achieve better results in less time.Finally, avoid over-planning. It’s easy to get stuck in an endless loop of scheduling and rearranging without actually doing the work. While having a plan is crucial, it’s more important to take action. Don’t get paralyzed by perfection; start moving forward, and adapt as you go.

💡 What You Need to Succeed

Success in a challenge like this comes down to preparation, mindset, and consistency. First and foremost, you need to set yourself up for success by organizing everything you need. Having your books, notebooks, and study tools ready at your desk isn’t just about being prepared—it’s a psychological trigger that helps you get into the right mindset. When you see your space ready for work, it subconsciously tells your brain that it’s time to focus.But it’s not just about the materials. Your environment matters. A cluttered space can lead to a cluttered mind, so make sure you have a clean, quiet place to study. This is where you’ll spend most of your time, so make it a space that supports your work rather than distracts you. Even something as simple as proper lighting and a comfortable chair can make a huge difference in your ability to focus.It’s also essential to have the right tools. Flashcards, sticky notes, mind maps, or even physical planners whatever helps you engage with the material actively is what you should have at hand. You don’t need to follow a one-size-fits-all strategy, but it’s about finding what works best for you. What will make the material stick? What will make you more engaged and less likely to zone out?Consistency is key, too. This isn’t a sprint y'all u need to commit to a study schedule that’s manageable and realistic. Establish a routine that you can stick to every day thats what my teachers say everyday whether it’s an hour in the morning or a few hours in the evening. Building consistency will help you develop the discipline needed to push through tough moments, especially when motivation runs low.Finally, don’t forget about your energy. Sleep, food, and overall well-being are the foundation of any successful study routine. Without proper rest, your brain can’t absorb or retain information. Make sure you’re getting enough sleep to let your brain recharge and consolidate what you’ve learned. Likewise, pay attention to your body when you're well-rested and nourished, you’ll feel more alert, focused, and motivated. Let's cb !

📕 𝟓𝟎-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧

( starting March 1 – May 9)

0️⃣1️⃣ Week 1: System Reset & Strategy (March 1-7)

🔹 List everything you need to study before finals.

🔹 Identify weak areas & high-priority topics.

🔹 Create an adaptable study plan (structured but flexible).

🔹 Set non-negotiable study hours per day (📚 2< hours).

🔹 Organize notes & resources so you’re not scrambling later.

🔹 Test different study environments & methods to maximize focus.

0️⃣2️⃣ Week 2: Deep Focus & Active Recall (March 8-14)

🔹 No passive studying (no just reading or highlighting).

🔹 Prioritize active recall (practice papers, Q&A, teaching concepts).

🔹 Use visual memory aids (mind maps, charts, bullet points).

🔹 Track distractions & eliminate what kills your focus.

🔹 Keep a focus log: What breaks your concentration? Fix it.

0️⃣3️⃣ Week 3: Technical Subjects and theory based subjects (March 15-21)

📜 Literature, history , philosophy... and theory-based subjects:

➖ Read critically, summarize, and debate ideas (not just memorize).

➖ Work on structured arguments & analysis for essays.

📈 Math ... problem-solving subjects:

➖ Use timed practice to simulate exam pressure.

➖ Write key formulas & rules on flashcards.

➖ Break down problems into step-by-step solutions.

🔹 Study difficult subjects when your energy is highest.

0️⃣4️⃣ Week 4: Writing & Expression (March 22-28)

🔹 Summarize topics in your own words every day.

🔹 Create one-page cheat sheets for major topics. (for revision nothing else 💁🏻‍♀️)

🔹 Write mock essays & structured answers (practice depth).

🔹 Focus on clarity & argument-building (make your writing strong).

🔹 Challenge: Can you explain this concept in 3 sentences?

0️⃣5️⃣ Week 5: Self-Testing & Performance Check (March 29-April 4)

🔹 Take full practice tests under exam conditions.

🔹 Time yourself: Work on speed & accuracy.

🔹 Identify weak spots and revisit them.

🔹 Grade your own work harshly—improve where needed.

🔹 Find patterns in mistakes and create strategies to fix them.

0️⃣6️⃣ Week 6: Memory & Retention (April 5-11)

🔹 Daily mini-revision of past weeks’ topics (keep everything fresh).

🔹 Use mnemonics, stories, & memory associations.

🔹 Sleep optimization for memory consolidation (good sleep = better recall).

🔹 Try retrieval practice before checking notes.

🔹 Apply concepts in real-life situations (where possible).

0️⃣7️⃣ Week 7: Peak Productivity & Stamina (April 12-18)

🔹 Push study hours (without burnout).

🔹 Use study sprints: 2-3 intense sessions per day.

🔹 Reduce fake productivity (low-value tasks don’t count).

🔹 Prioritize high-impact topics.

🔹 Simulate exam pressure—train yourself to think fast under stress.

0️⃣8️⃣ Week 8: Advanced Questioning & Strategy (April 19-25)

🔹 Study past exam patterns : what do they repeat?

🔹 Learn what examiners actually want in answers.

🔹 Debate answers with yourself or others (argue both sides).

🔹 Find alternative explanations for complex topics.

🔹 Challenge: What’s the hardest question you could get? Be ready.

0️⃣9️⃣ Week 9: Mastery & Confidence (April 26-May 2)

🔹 Final review: Focus only on weak spots.

🔹 80/20 Rule: What 20% of topics will help the most?

🔹 Do “last-minute style” studying—but without panic.

🔹 Take simulated exams with time limits (test performance).

🔹 Train your brain to stay confident under pressure.

🔟 Week 10: Exam-Specific Prep (May 3-May 9)

🔹 Prioritize final polishing, NOT cramming.

🔹 Review summaries, key formulas, & essay structures.

🔹 Optimize sleep & energy (don’t mess this up now).

🔹 Have a "cheat sheet" in your mind for each subject.

🔹 Last 3 days: Light review, no stress, trust your prep.

last tip !

There will be moments when u feel like giving up, when the material seems overwhelming or the effort too much. That’s when your mindset needs to kick in. The difference between success and failure isn’t about natural talent or born smart it’s about your ability to keep going when things get tough I'm talking about the material not burnout out .The truth is, hard work, perseverance, and adaptability are what lead to success not innate ability.Think of each week as a building block, each day as a step forward. Every time you study, you’re not just learning the material you’re evolving. You’re becoming more disciplined, more capable, and more confident. Even on the days when you feel like you’ve made little progress, remind yourself that you’re making small, consistent strides. These small changes compound over time

good luck !

@bloomzone

[pupyuj]

dude I've been thinking of g!pwonyoung who is submissive and will literally do anything to fuck you, and would call you mommy typa shi🙏 and she's such a beggar like she would al say please just to get what she wants

g!p sub top mommy's girl wony my favorite thing ever !! oh i love it when you guys know just what to send in my inbox 😍😍

[cw: g!p wonyoung.]

one of the rare times wony would deliberately want to embarrass herself over and over again bcs she can’t get enough of you 🥺 you get your way with her every time bcs she never complains and it was heaven for both of you! 🤭 tell her to do ANYTHING and she'd be on it asap—the goodest of all good girls in the world and she loves it when you make it known to her 🥰🥰

wony definitely goes straight to you after a long day at work! even if you're occupied she would be allll over you, hugging you from behind while whining so cutely in your ear just to get noticed... but even if you took like, fifteen minutes to finally pay attention to her, wony would never touch you inappropriately without your permission! baby doesn't like seeing you mad... she doesn't love punishments too much either so she's as patient and innocent as they come! 🥺

and yes, she would call you "mommy"! wonyoung has such a big mommy kink it's so pathetic... she really just wants to be pampered and spoiled 💕💕 and what better way for you to do that than to take her cock after she asked so nicely? and she's totally a service top... sure, wony gets a little too lost in pleasure when she's fucking you bcs it just feels so unbelievably good to be inside you but at the end of the day, you're her world so making you feel even better than what she was feeling is always her mission! 😳💞

wonyoung is so smart too... she knows every weak spot of yours, knows what exactly drives you crazy, knows what makes you want more... and she exploits all of that bcs she loves you so much and always wants to give you the best time ever when you're with her 🥰 and she doesn't have to ask for praises bcs you're always giving them to her! it astounds her how you can speak while fucking bcs she can barely get a single word out!

there you are, getting fucked so good your brain was going haywire and yet you can still grab wony's jaw, pull her close, and tell her how amazing she was making mommy feel right up against her lips... that was always what made wony cum... but that's okay bcs she has a lot of energy to spare that all for you and you only 😵‍💫

[sayusims]

Jinshi and Maomao relationship detail

At first, when watching The Apothecary Diaries, I didn't really want Jinshi and Maomao to be together. I mean, I wanted them to be, but since Jinshi was obviously so much more in love than Maomao, I did not think that it would seriously work out. However, I’ve changed my mind. As I haven’t actually read the light novels yet, some of the information I’m going to use is based on what others have said, and I can’t really confirm 100% if it is true, but since these are discussed somewhat in the community, I feel like they are.

My top reason for thinking they are good together is the fact that they pay extra attention to and look at each other more than others. In Jinshi’s case, he is known for being immensely pretty, but because this is the only thing people look at when it comes to him, it causes him to have an inferiority complex about all of the other skills that he does possess. It also does not help that he is surrounded by anomalies of people who have super strength or are insanely smart, so he feels hopelessly average in comparison. Because of this, when he met Maomao, he thought that she would be the same—someone captivated by his beauty who does not see the real him—but it was the complete opposite. His beauty does not hold worth to her. While she obviously finds him attractive and is probably still attracted to his physical body, his worth to her comes almost solely from his personality. The times in the anime that we see best that she is VERY slowly falling in love are times when she mentions him behaving differently or behaving more like himself instead of the persona he puts on daily. She does find Jinshi annoying a lot, but she likes it when he is more youthful and less eunuch-like.

When it comes to Maomao, I remember that in an episode of the anime, Maomao mentioned how she knows she is hard to read. While Jinshi cannot read her, he still tries. Jinshi never backs down or gets put off when he doesn’t understand her apparent logic; he mostly just trusts her and her judgment. He is incredibly patient with her and honestly does not try to rush things (it is KILLING ME). He is extremely worried about her well-being and making the choice that she wants, not what he wants. It is like when he dismissed her from her job in the first part of season 1. He dismissed her even though he had the power to obviously just not do it but also to just kind of make her work even if she thought it was miserable in the rear palace, because I fear that’s what at least half of the men back then would have done. But even though at this time he had a rabid crush on her and knew he was going to be miserable like he was with his toys when he was younger, he did it since he thought that was what she wanted. Another thing Jinshi notices a lot is her injuries. After, I assume, the third time of someone noticing someone else constantly getting hurt but still either waiting to get help or just not getting it at all, most people would give up. Most people would not jump off a wall and carry them bridal style to the infirmary the sixth time, but Jinshi still did, and he did it with urgency. Every time she gets hurt now, he is always panicking and doing the most he can to help, even if it's most times him just screaming. He never gets tired of her and always wants to be around her at almost every moment.

I want to get the manga volumes and the light novel so badly, but I literally have a 50-bullet-point to-read list that just keeps growing because I’ve been stuck on Crime and Punishment for the last two months. But if anyone has some show ideas (they don't have to be anime) that I can yap about and make my brain work overtime, that would be very helpful.

[itsacruelsummerbaby]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍

The Red Thread of Fate… To your surprise, it turns out Hotch believes in it.

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader || tags: fem!reader, bau!reader, soulmate AU || wc: 1.2k || navigation

You put the cup of coffee on the table in front of you, then pick up the Cosmo you left open. Out of the corner of your eye you see the small half-smile that appears on Hotch’s lips at the sight, but he doesn’t say a word, he just returns his attention to the report in front of him.

“I hate these articles so much,” Emily suddenly says in the seat next to yours, pointing at the page you’re currently reading. You send a questioning look her way, and she turns in her seat to face you. “I once took their “signs he’s into you” piece seriously, made a move on the guy, and it turned out he was into men.”

Somehow Derek heard this story over the music he was listening to, because he pushes the headphones down to his neck as he laughs. “Don’t tell me you actually used to believe what they write. It’s all stupid,” he says.

After briefly wondering if you should kick his shin under the table, you decide it’s not worth the fight. “It temporarily shuts down my brain,” you begin to explain. “That’s more than enough for me.”

Suddenly, Hotch lays the report on the table and raises his gaze to look at you. “Good thinking. I would have been disappointed if it turned out you’re the type to consider this magazine as some sort of a Bible for women.”

Derek and Emily exchange glances, and even you raise your brows in surprise. Why is he paying attention to a conversation about such a magazine? Not like you mind, of course, which sometimes truly bothers you. You shouldn’t want his attention this badly, your dreams shouldn’t be plagued with thoughts of him being with you.

It all began when the first signs of troubles with his marriage began to show. You saw that something was eating him, so one day after work you went to his office and started a conversation to figure out why he always stayed late. For some reason, he decided to tell you the truth, going into details that were none of your business.

Is it an emotional affair? Maybe.

Is it bad? Probably.

Are you happy to have even a scrap of his attention? Surely.

“Did you really think that’s a possibility with me? That I’m like that?” you ask hesitantly.

Hotch’s gaze is fixed on you, as it was just the two of you on the plane. “No,” he admits softly.

The way you’re looking at each other piques the interest of your colleagues, and not just Emily and Derek’s, but JJ and Rossi’s too. Lucky to you, Spencer is sleeping peacefully on the couch. To make sure your boss finally stops, you tear your gaze away and gently bump your foot into his leg.

Sadly, Hotch takes this as a challenge and hooks his legs around yours while returning his attention to the report. The others lose interest eventually, hopefully letting this go for now. It’s bad enough that the man across from you is playing some stupid game with you.

This is the first time he makes such an obviously flirty move, which leads you to an uncharted territory. Is he planning to take whatever is going on between you to another level? Because if he is, you’re not really sure if you’re ready for it. He’s still married, even if Haley wants a divorce, you can’t jump into a relationship with him.

When you try to untangle your legs, he subtly glances over at you with a disapproving look, one which tells you he’s not letting this thing between you end anytime soon.

You know for a fact that he and Rossi had a glass or two of whiskey at the airport while you waited for the jet to be ready, but after this case, you honestly couldn’t blame them. Maybe it’s the alcohol that gave him the courage to make a move on you, but you’re afraid he’ll regret it the next day when he sobers up.

It’s your responsibility to be smart, to help him without making him believe you want something from him. He’s handsome, intelligent, competent, and yes, every woman would be happy to have him for herself, but the timing just isn’t right.

Less than two hours later the plane lands and the team disperses to finally head home, and sadly Hotch uses this opportunity to catch you alone. He gently grabs your wrist to make you come to a halt, and when you give him a questioning look, he just shakes his head and pulls you in the direction of a place in the hangar that’s far away from everyone.

“You need to stop,” you tell him right away.

He lets out a sigh and takes a step closer to you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it. That pull, that goddamn force every time we’re close to each other. Hell, it’s even present when we’re apart, trying to get me to see you again.”

It’s insane; he’s insane if he honestly believes this. “And what is this… pull exactly?”

“It was a mistake to make you forget it,” he whispers when he rests his forehead against yours. “If I hadn’t done that, we would be together now. Maybe Haley and I would have never gotten married, because I would have been waiting for you to be old enough.”

Making you forget? “What are you talking about, Hotch?” you wonder, the conversation making less and less sense to you.

His hand drops to his side and he takes a few steps back. “You wouldn’t believe it, it’s better if you don’t know. Forget I mentioned it,” he says with a small, sad smile.

But there’s no way you’re letting that slide now, you need to know what’s happening, so you reach out for his hand to squeeze it reassuringly. A move that makes him take a sharp breath, as if your touch sent a wave of electricity through his body.

“What wouldn’t I believe?”

“That we belong together. You always found me when you were little, you were honestly getting on my nerves sometimes,” he says with a short laugh. “But… I got scared of what this was, what this could be, so I asked someone to make you forget about me, about that string that connects the two of us.”

This rang a bell in your head. “Like the Red Thread of Fate or something?” you ask him quietly, unsure about the whole thing. He nods, but remains silent, so you go on. “Hotch, it’s… Why would I believe you?”

“You don’t have to. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe you really did forget about this for good, and in that case I'll have to accept that you will never love me back. Unless, of course, you’re willing to give me a chance,” he says softly.

Blowing out the air you’ve been holding in gives you time to think it through. It must be the alcohol, there’s no other reason for this stupid story. But in that case, why doesn’t he look drunk? After another few seconds of waiting, you let out a sigh and give him your answer, hoping he will come to terms with it eventually.

[ravennaortiz]

Valentine’s Day request

Happy (of course) the reader is female, plus size and she is feeling not very confident with herself and happy uses his ways to express his love for her (if this makes sense)

Also can I have smut 👉🏼👈🏻 use your imagination

Hope you enjoy love! 💜Thank you for sending in a request! 💜As always 18+!

You sighed and brushed at your cheek as a tear slipped down. Why had you even bothered to try dressing up? Staring at your reflection in the mirror as you broke yourself down and picked and plucked at the dress as it hugged your plump body. You hated how the fabric clung to your hips and stomach showing the world and you what you hated most. Revealing every roll and jiggle of your body that was normally kept hidden inside your baggy sweats and hoodies.

You had been disillusioned into thinking you could wear pretty and revealing clothing because of your Old Man.  If he picked you over the thin crow eaters with fake breast and asses that paraded around in their tiny tops and skirts then that meant you could wear something similar. But now as you cried even harder, pulling and yanking at the fabric you felt more like meat being put in a sausage casing.

You were so caught up in your emotions and mental spiral that you didn’t hear Happy come in the room. You jumped as you felt hands grab your waist and a warm body press against your back. Your teary eyes met his. He was silent as he chewed on his toothpick and observed you in the mirror. He didn’t have to ask what was wrong. He knew the way you had your pretty dress balled in your fist that you were worried about your size and that you were feeling unconfident. He frowned as he didnt know how else to tell you that your body was amazing. He loved traveling your curves, the way your ass jiggled as he smacked it, the softness of you pressed against him, your thighs wrapping around his head as he had his favorite meal.

You started to speak but Happy shook his head and put a finger to your lips. Normally this would have set you off but the gesture short circuited your mind in the moment as you felt him pressing hard into your back side. Surely he wasn’t getting turned on seeing you bubbling out of your dress you thought.

Carefully he walked the both of you back towards the bed where he sat. Carefully he slid his hands down your waist and over the curve of your hips where he stopped and raised a brow. You frowned as you met his eyes. He wanted something from you but you weren’t sure what. Happy moved his hands back up to your waist and his fingers tapped at the crow on each side before he moved back to your hips. When he stopped again you spoke.

“Yours” you whispered. Happy took one hand and moved it about before putting it back on your hip. You racked your brain knowing he wanted more. “Your beautiful hips?” you questioned making him grin and nod before he moved down to your thighs. This demonstration went on for awhile as he touched every part of you. Your body felt like it was on fire and cold at the same time. Electricity coursing through your veins and your brain getting foggy with pleasure and lust as he trailed his fingers and eventually his lips trailed over every inch of you.

Happy eventually let go of you and turned around on the bed. He grunted and put his hand under your dress tapping your wet panties before tapping his face. Your cheeks heated as the meaning of his gesture was not lost on you. “No. I’m too big” you started before he rose up and bit your ass cheek making you yelp. Your eyes smarted as you felt him reach back under your dress and rip your panties from your body. You spread your legs as you back up over his face slowly.

Happy let out an annoyed huff before grabbing you and pulling you back onto his face and shoving his tongue into your dripping hot center. You moaned as he held you down on him. Your eyes locked on yourself in the mirror, only able to see the top of his bald head peeking out from the hem of your dress as he lapped up every bit of your sweet arousal. His nose rubbing deliciously against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars and your legs getting wobbly. Your orgasm ripped through you in a way that had you throwing your head back and your hips bucking wildly as Happy continued to use his tongue to pleasure you right into another orgasms that had you collapsing onto him entirely, your legs no longer able to support you.

 You heard him and felt him chuckle against your thighs as he planted kisses and bites to them as he moved you down his body before rising up some. Once he caught your eye he raised a brow at you, his face glistening with your release as he licked his lips.

You rolled your eyes as you spoke. “Your wet, hot, gorgeous pussy” you stated making his snort before he pulled you back up into a sitting position and tapped the tent in his jeans.

An hour later you were both sweaty and catching your breaths as you sat atop him. His cock still twitching deep inside you as the last of his release painted your walls. Hands locked together as he smiled up at you. “Do you feel my love for every perfect inch of you now babygirl?” he inquired softly as he watched you examine yourself in the mirror. You nodded before looking down at him. You had never felt so good in your own body before.

“I might need a daily no scratch that at least twice daily reminder though for life” you joked making him laugh.

[astrolook]

Tarot Cards and Your Rising Sign: The Energy You Give, The Drama You Hide, The Power You Need💥🔮

💬 Let’s Get Personal! What's your Rising Sign, and I’ll pull 3 cards to: ✅ Reveal your first impression power ✅ Expose what’s holding you back ✅ Guide you to your full potential

🔮 Ready? Let’s see what the cards have to say about YOU!

Aries Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – Knight of Pentacles People see you as a determined, no-BS go-getter. You move with purpose, like you’ve got a million-dollar plan (even if you’re just heading to the grocery store).

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 8 of Swords Rx You’re not actually stuck—you just think you are. Stop overanalyzing and trust your own power. No more mental loops, just action.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 2 of Pentacles You’re a pro at handling chaos, but don’t juggle more than you need to. Prioritize what actually matters, and boom—success unlocked.

Final takeaway? You’ve got the drive, just stop tripping over your own thoughts and go claim your win. 😎🔥

Taurus Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – 2 of Pentacles People see you as someone who has it all together—gracefully balancing work, life, and self-care like a pro. Little do they know, you’re internally juggling 500 tabs open in your brain.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 7 of Pentacles Patience is your game, but sometimes you wait too long for results. You keep watering the same plant, hoping it’ll turn into a money tree overnight. It’s growing—just not at the speed you want.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 10 of Wands You're carrying way too much. Being responsible is great, but not if you’re overloading yourself just because you don’t trust others to do it right. Drop some baggage, delegate, and watch your life get way easier.

Final takeaway? You’ve got the persistence, but stop waiting forever and quit carrying everybody’s problems like a human storage unit. Success comes faster when you lighten the load.

Gemini Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – King of Cups You come off as calm, wise, and emotionally unbothered. People think you’ve got the best poker face, but inside? You’re analyzing everything.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – Knight of Wands Rx You want to move fast, but your energy is all over the place. One second you’re hyped, the next you’re over it. Pick a lane and stick to it.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 3 of Wands Big things are ahead, but you need a game plan. Stop winging it and start thinking long-term. Your future self will thank you.

Final takeaway? You’ve got the smarts and the charm, just stop ghosting your own ambitions.

Cancer Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – 10 of Cups Rx People assume you’re all about love, family, and emotional warmth, but deep down, you’re not feeling as fulfilled as you let on. You don’t trust easily.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 4 of Wands Rx You crave stability and belonging, but you’re hesitant to celebrate small wins. It’s like you’re waiting for something to go wrong.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 4 of Pentacles You’re holding on too tight—to people, money, emotions. Loosen your grip a little. Not everyone is out to hurt you, and not every risk is a disaster waiting to happen.

Final takeaway? Let yourself enjoy the good things without waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Leo Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – 8 of Cups Rx People see you as confident and in control, but they don’t realize how often you struggle to let go of things that no longer serve you.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 4 of Swords You need a break. No, seriously. You’re always "on," but deep down, you’re running on vibes and caffeine. Resting isn’t quitting.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – Strength Rx You don’t have to be strong all the time. Vulnerability isn’t weakness, and asking for help doesn’t make you any less of a main character.

Final takeaway? Stop forcing yourself to be the fearless leader 24/7—even lions need naps.

Virgo Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – King of Swords Rx People think you’re sharp and logical, but sometimes you come off as cold or overly critical—even when you don’t mean to.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 4 of Cups Rx You’re finally seeing new opportunities, but do you actually take them? Or do you overthink until they disappear?

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – Ace of Cups Rx Your emotional cup is running on empty. You give a lot, but do you let yourself receive? Open up a little—not everyone is a walking red flag.

Final takeaway? Stop mentally disqualifying everything before it even has a chance. Some things are actually worth feeling.

Libra Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – High Priestess Rx People see you as put-together and alluring, but you’re not always trusting your own intuition. You second-guess what you already know.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 6 of Wands Rx You crave recognition, but deep down, you don’t always feel worthy of the spotlight. Newsflash: You are. Stop waiting for approval.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 3 of Wands Big moves are ahead—but only if you believe in yourself. Dream bigger, plan smarter, and start acting like you deserve the success coming your way.

Final takeaway? Quit doubting your instincts and step into your main character energy already.

Scorpio Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – Ace of Pentacles Rx People see you as powerful and intense, but what they don’t realize is that you’re constantly rebuilding yourself from scratch. Stability? What’s that?

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 4 of Wands Rx You don’t always feel at home—in relationships, careers, or even within yourself. You crave deep connections, but you’re hesitant to fully trust.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – Death Your superpower? Reinvention. Let go of what’s crumbling and step into your next-level self. Change isn’t scary—it’s what you do best.

Final takeaway? Stop clinging to what’s already over. Your next transformation is your glow-up.

Sagittarius Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – Hermit Rx People see you as fun, free-spirited, and always on the go, but secretly? You struggle between wanting alone time and fearing you’ll miss out.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 2 of Cups Deep down, you want connection, but commitment can feel a little too real. You’re all in—until you’re not.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 10 of Pentacles Rx Chasing adventure is great, but long-term security matters too. Running from stability won’t make life more exciting—it just keeps you running.

Final takeaway? Find your balance between freedom and stability—turns out, you can have both.

Capricorn Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – 9 of Wands Rx You come off as tough, like nothing phases you, but secretly? You’re exhausted and ready to collapse from holding it all together.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – Devil You’re no stranger to working hard, but sometimes you’re chained to unhealthy habits, people, or expectations that keep you from stepping into your power.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 10 of Pentacles Rx Your ambition is unmatched, but **don’t let the quest for success consume everything. True wealth is about more than money—it’s about having a life outside of work.

Final takeaway? Stop fighting battles that don’t matter and create a life where you can enjoy the rewards.

Aquarius Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – Page of Cups People see you as playful and creative, with a heart that’s open to new experiences. You’re the dreamer who brings fresh ideas to the table.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – King of Cups You hide your emotions behind a cool, calm, and collected facade. You might not even fully express how you feel to the ones who matter most.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – 3 of Swords You need to heal from past heartbreaks that you’re trying to forget. Face it head-on, so you can move forward without carrying all that weight.

Final takeaway? It’s okay to feel—you don’t have to be the emotionless genius all the time. Let yourself heal and open up.

Pisces Rising

1️⃣ First Impression Power – Knight of Pentacles You come off as dependable and someone who’s slow and steady—always showing up, always following through. People trust you to get things done.

2️⃣ What’s Holding You Back – 3 of Pentacles Rx You’re great at working alone, but you struggle with collaborating. It’s like you’re carrying the weight of the world, but not sharing it.

3️⃣ Guide to Full Potential – High Priestess Rx Your intuition is powerful, but you doubt it or ignore it when it matters most. Listen up, it’s trying to guide you.

Final takeaway? Stop going solo and trust your gut—you’ve got a team of angels (or friends) ready to help.

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a theory of love

pairing- Professor!Kim Seungmin x Fashion Assistant!Reader summary- A fashion assistant and a literal genius find themselves on a date in an upscale restaurant, navigating their differences with humor and warmth. As insecurities creep in, they realize that intelligence comes in many forms—and maybe, just maybe, love doesn’t need a formula to work. genre- Fluff, Romance, Light Humor word count- 1.1k warnings- Mild language, mention of alcohol, light self-doubt/insecurity a/n- ahh i finally did it!!! the arvin and haley from modern family inspired seungmin x reader fic!! hope you like it! 😊💖

The restaurant was dimly lit, the kind of place that whispered elegance in hushed candlelight and overpriced wine. A soft murmur of conversation hummed around you, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. The air smelled of aged oak and truffle oil, a distinct reminder that this was not your usual kind of place. It wasn’t exactly your scene—though, in fairness, you weren’t sure what your scene was anymore. Lately, your life had felt like a chaotic series of events stitched together with double-knotted (😉) hope and caffeine-fueled survival.

Your date, on the other hand, looked like he belonged here.

Kim Seungmin. A literal genius.

Not just the “oh, he’s really smart” kind of genius, but the “has-won-awards-and-actually-discovered-elements” kind of genius. The kind who spoke in equations and theories and had NASA plaques somewhere in his office. The kind who was universally impressive in every way.

And then there was you.

A fashion assistant who had once used a shoelace to hold up a broken bag strap because you "didn’t have time for physics." A college dropout who navigated the world through instinct, aesthetic, and sheer determination rather than formulas and theorems. You weren’t unintelligent—you knew that much. But there was a difference between knowing how to style an outfit that could make a magazine cover and understanding the atomic structure of the universe. And unfortunately, you were firmly in the former category.

You watched Seungmin as he spoke, his voice smooth and measured, as if he were carefully picking the most precise words. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows in that effortlessly cool way, and his fingers tapped lightly against the table as he explained something—something about molecular structures or spectroscopic methods. The words filtered through your brain like static, half-comprehended and quickly dissolving into the ether of your mental fatigue.

“So, while that theory had been debated for years, our research team was finally able to prove it using a new form of spectroscopy. It was—”

“Totally! Wow,” you cut in, nodding rapidly. “That is so… spectroscopic.”

Seungmin blinked at you, his lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh. “Spectroscopy,” he corrected gently.

“Right, totally what I said,” you mumbled, taking a sip of your drink, the wine burning a little as it slid down your throat.

He tilted his head, watching you with quiet amusement. “You don’t have to pretend to understand, you know.”

You set your glass down, eyes narrowing. “I’m not pretending.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” you admitted. “But in my defense, you just said, like, eight words that I didn’t even know existed.”

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll simplify it. Basically, we proved something that people thought was impossible. It changes how we understand certain atomic structures.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay, but like… does that mean I get a flying car soon?”

He let out a sharp laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that sent an unexpected thrill through you. “Not quite, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.”

You grinned, relieved to have made him laugh. Because the thing about dating a genius—something you hadn’t fully considered before tonight—was that it came with an invisible weight. Not on his end. On yours.

You liked Seungmin. A lot. He was kind and thoughtful, and despite his intimidating intelligence, he never made you feel small. But sometimes, you felt like a different species entirely, like he was speaking in a language you’d never be fluent in.

“Hey, for the record,” he said, voice softer now, “I like that you don’t think like I do. It’s refreshing.”

You scoffed. “Refreshing? I feel like a kindergartener trying to read Shakespeare.”

Seungmin rested his chin on his hand, considering you. “You do things I could never do,” he said. “You see the world in a way I don’t. That’s impressive.”

You bit your lip, warmth creeping up your neck. “Yeah, well… I guess I do put together some pretty great outfits.”

“That you do.” His gaze flickered over your outfit appreciatively. “In fact, I’m still trying to understand how you matched those patterns and made it work.”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “It’s called talent, Professor.”

He chuckled, then took another sip of his drink before setting it down. “So, tell me about work. What’s the latest in the fashion world?”

You brightened at the topic shift. “Oh! So, my boss, right? She’s launching this new campaign, and—”

Before you could finish, your phone buzzed. You glanced down and sighed. Your boss.

“Crap,” you muttered. “I have to take this.”

Seungmin gestured for you to go ahead. “Of course.”

You answered, pressing the phone to your ear as you leaned slightly away. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” your boss demanded. “I need you to approve these fabric samples, like, yesterday.”

“I’m… uh, kind of in the middle of something?” you whispered.

“Is this about that date?” she scoffed. “Listen, unless he’s a billionaire who’s funding our next line, I need you to focus.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Can this wait, like, an hour?”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if we end up with the wrong shade of beige, it’s on you.”

You hung up and turned back to Seungmin, giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

“All good.” He smirked. “Sounds like high-stakes beige selection.”

“You have no idea.”

There was a beat of silence, then he leaned forward slightly. “You’re really passionate about what you do, huh?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, it’s fashion, not, like, world-changing science or anything, but I love it.”

Seungmin studied you for a moment before replying. “You don’t have to change the world for your work to matter.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart skip.

You exhaled, leaning your elbows on the table. “You’re kind of perfect, you know that?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

You gestured vaguely at him. “You’re a genius, you’re kind, and you say things like that? It’s unfair.”

Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, I have my flaws.”

“Name one.”

He pretended to think. “I sometimes get so lost in research that I forget to eat.”

“Okay, that’s just a humblebrag.”

“Fine.” He sighed dramatically. “I’m terrible at assembling IKEA furniture.”

You gasped. “Oh my god. A weakness.”

“Yes.” He nodded solemnly. “It’s my greatest struggle.”

You laughed, and Seungmin smiled at you—really smiled, the kind that made your stomach flip.

For all your differences, for all the ways you felt like you didn’t belong in his world, here he was, looking at you like you were just as fascinating as he was.

Maybe you didn’t need to understand spectroscopy. Maybe he didn’t need to know the intricacies of fabric selection. Maybe—just maybe—there was a theory of love that worked beyond equations and logic.

And maybe, you thought as Seungmin reached across the table to take your hand, you had just proven it.

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Spice Girls - Say You'll Be There *With changed lyrics.

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After Day 1 of Alegría v Caruso, a video call with secret agents, a costume-test montage, and Operation Fox, Dulce is exhausted! She took a long shower while the events of the past two days marinated in her brain. Although there was something she couldn't shake off.

Antonio doesn’t have “the time or energy for love right now,” huh?

Well, what a terrible time for Dulce to realize she’s developing romantic feelings towards him.

But you know what? It’s okay. She thinks she should stay single for a while anyway. Her previous relationships ended terribly. It seems like she either gets too attached or not attached enough.

And maybe these feelings for Antonio aren’t real.

Dating Caruso has taught Dulce that she enjoys the thrill of the chase. They were rivals during the first semester of culinary school. The tension made him attractive. Then, when they became a couple, the focus shifted to her odd desire of becoming a "celebrity power couple" with someone. That was the goal.

What if she only likes Antonio because lawyers can’t be with their clients? If she had to be honest, the idea of sneaking around sounds enticing.... don't judge! However, what if she realizes she doesn't like him once the trial is over?

Dating Alex has made her wonder if she likes… gloomy people with black hair? Yeah, they’re basically the same person if you think about it. Reserved, edgy people. That’s kiiiiind of weird if she’s looking for Alex in Antonio.

Sounds like a lot of issues. Whatever is happening right now, Dulce wants to put a stop to it. She can’t date anyone in this current mental state of hers. Plus, she just broke up with Caruso, like, two months ago? I don't know, who keeps track of that stuff?

She plans to take some time for herself, rebuild her business, and go to therapy. Those are the things she has to prioritize.

Still, she knows for sure she likes Antonio in a platonic way, at least. He's not as much of a square as she initially thought. He’s sweet.. smart.. and pretty funny if you get to know him. She genuinely wants the best for him and hopes he continues to prosper.

Dulce hopes they can cross paths every now and then once the trial is over. She'll continue to do her own thing and be there for him if he ever needs it.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating (not on you). egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - N

N is for your name on Wally's lips whenever he jerks himself stupid. It's for the nonsense newly flooding his brain—no longer just what are you wearing, but how you feel and what you think and when can I see you for things other than getting his cock wet.

It's for the fact that, as of fuck-knows-when, there's little to nothing Wally won't do for you if you look at him just right and ask oh-so-pretty. Never in his life has he been so consumed by someone apart from himself. He wants to know you, inside and out, back to front, top to bottom, and who the hell is he, where's the real Wally Clark? The Wally Clark who took girls home to bolster his ego. The Wally Clark who, "until Janet", never settled for one thing when he could have everything.

He assumed it was sexual tension, then sexual satisfaction, then sexual rampage, but, Christ Almighty, he can't get enough of you. It's never enough, no matter how many times he has you under him, over him, face to cunt, cock to mouth, around him inside you, limbs so tangled it's impossible to distinguish where one ends and the other begins.

What makes him more nervous isn't how addicted he is to the sex. It's how you've fucking nestled into his heart, brain, soul as much as he nestles into your body. The notion terrifies him—that he might be falling...down, over, backward, tripping over his own feet navigating shit he promised himself he'd never need. Yet, here he is, Wally Clark, wrapped around your little finger and you don't even know it.

He's in Janet's room, arguing with her as calmly as she'll let him, telling her to back the fuck off and stop sabotaging your chances to win an award Janet has Claire's money on. It's so fucked up. Nasty for the sake of it, because Janet's nabbed almost every number one spot she can get away with. Why can't she let you have one?

And Wally knows. Has a vague idea, anyway. You're naturally sweet, friendly, smart where you want to be, and willing to put in the work where you're not. A whole person with a nuanced sense of self that Janet loathes because she lacks identity. You're competition, and jealousy is poison in the wrong hands. Janet intends to softly kill as many of your high school accomplishments as possible before you graduate just to rub in your face how much better she is than you.

"Jesus, Janet," Wally bites, "She earned it. Let it go."

"Since when do you give a shit, Clark?"

Wally doesn't respond. Locks his jaw, crosses his arms, stares her down like he means business. Defensive.

Janet smirks, "I see the way you look at her, you know. Like you care." One step, two, and Janet's in his space, forcing him to her level with her nails in his scalp, "You don't get to have her—" LOL "—not unless I say so, and that'll never happen."

"This isn't even real." Wally reminds her, nudging himself out of her grip and taking several steps back. "I can end this whenever I want. Leave you to fucking rot on your own. We break up and you lose everything."

"Is that a threat?" Janet glares, but there's a hint of fear behind her eyes.

"Let her have the award." Wally narrows his eyes. "Do that and I'll be the best fucking boyfriend you could ever dream of. Dates, appearances. I'll start driving you to school like you wanted."

Janet considers his proposal and Wally swallows. What the fuck is he doing? The arrangement was exactly how he wanted it. Exactly how he could stomach it. Distant. Shallow. Virtually nonexistent in his mind outside of school. Now? It'll take up more time, energy, effort. But he saw how excited you were to be nominated, how much it meant to you that your talent was finally recognized, so he'll bite the bullet and adjust his terms.

Eventually, "Fine," Janet submits, sits primly at her desk and dismisses him after negotiating details.

Wally finds you at your friend's house. The Nihilistic one with the permanent frown. Rhonda Something. It's apparently game night and he doesn't leave until you're in the car with him. No fight, just urgency and frustration and, yeah, whatever, a little bit of pleading.

He parks behind the Walmart and fucks you from below, hard and vicious, to avoid going nuclear. He hates Janet. Hates what he got himself into. Hates the whole fucking world except you. Beautiful, brilliant you. "I want you to come again, baby," He pants, numbing out so he doesn't come before you blackout from pleasure. "I know you can. That's it. Let me see how good I make you feel..." Bites your nipple, nips a mark into your neck, fucks you like he owns you, and then lays with you in the back seat for a while to remind himself why he let Janet win.

There's nothing in this world, too big or too small, that Wally wouldn't do for you. And that realization scares the living shit out of him. Too bad there's absolutely fuck all he can do about it now.

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Lucifer rolled his eyes: I'd like to see you try, Husk. I might be small but I workout.

Husk growled: Yeah, and what the fuck would you do if you didn't have Adam to fall back on?

They'd be in deep shit that's what.

When Adam got there he was in his suit, not a hair out of place. The agents came in but Adam didn't sit down next to Lucifer. He's never seen him look so serious.

Lucifer watched in awe as Adam talked circles around the agents. He sounded so smart and every bit the savvy business man he was.

Was it wrong that Lucifer was getting turned on by this?

In the end, the agents wavered Lucifer's outstanding balance and no charges were laid against him or Husk.

They walked out together, Husk was still pouting.

Adam: There all better. Don't I get anything for helping you, Luci?~

Lucifer smirked and looped his arm around Adams waist: I suppose you should. Want me to fuck your brains out tonight?~

Adam blushed, his heart fluttering: Very much so.~

He leaned in for a kiss and Lucifer pulled his hair and caressed his chin.

Lucifer: You better keep quiet or I'll use those paddles.~

Adam bit his lip: Oh please do.~

He picked him up and they made out all the way to Adam's car.

The light in his life

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Adam groaned as he finally woke up from another barely restful sleep. He sat up and ran a hand through his short, chocolate locks tiredly before sitting up and getting out of bed. His mind and body went into autopilot as he took a shower, cleaned his face and teeth, and took his medication before finally donning a robe and heading downstairs to get some breakfast.

He automatically grimaced as he heard his wife's laughter before he even entered the kitchen. He saw Lilith pacing as he animatedly talked to a friend on the phone. However, her face stained when she noticed his presence.

She turned her back on him and continued her chat. Adam felt his irritation stir within him as he grabbed a mug and poured some coffee in it.

Abel: Morning Dad!

His lips pulled upwards at the sound of his seventeen-year-old. He turned around and saw his son eating on the marble counter. His smile doubled as soon as he saw Abel's.

Adam: Morning bud.

He went to sit down next to him and try to enjoy his morning with his son. Keyword, tried. He was just about to read the paper when he was barraged by Lilith.

Lilith: Well, I'm off I'll be gone for the majority of the day, but I'll be back here around four thirty or so to pick you up. When I get back, I want you both in your suits got that?

Abel: Yes mom.

Abel replied before going back to his breakfast. Adam sat there confused, however, picking him up and Abel to where?

Adam: Um Lilith where we are going tonight?

Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily: Adam I thought I told you this already. Tonight is the company party.

Adam: No, that's not right the company's anniversary isn't until a few months from now.

She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms: No, this is the anniversary of when your parents' company and my parent's company merged. Don't you remember? Because before that little contract was sealed another contract was sealed between us.

Adam knew exactly what she was getting into, she was talking about their marriage. About seventeen years ago Lilith's parents were having a rough patch with their own company. Even if their business was still lucritive in certain areas.

They decided to get help from Adam's parents, and they said that they could simply merge their companies as one. That way they would all still have rights to them as one day their children would too.

However, there was only one way for a merge such as this to happen. One minute Adam was being introduced to a beautiful girl the next he was standing at the altar saying I do. What made it even worse was that they were only eighteen at the time.

No, the worst possible outcome is being married to this beautiful yet cynical creature. At least there was one small yet noticeable light that came from this, Abel.

Adam was pulled out of his thoughts by his wife snapping her sharp, well-manicured fingers in his face.

Lilith: Ahem, as I was saying since this is our "family" company party Jr. is allowed to attend. But I want you to make sure he stays on his best behavior for the ENTIRE evening. Is that clear?

Adam: Crystal.

Lilith: Good, then I'm off.

Adam's hardened gaze followed her retreating form as she left. Not even bothering to at least say goodbye to their son. Adam started to take in big gulps of his drink, trying to ready himself for the day.

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Adam downed yet another glass of champagne trying to keep himself busy as he watched the guests mingle about. Abel was not that far away talking to a few of the employees' children. Though Abel tended to be on the shyer side his friendly character always brought others to him.

Adam: (mutters) At least you're having a good time.

The sound of a familiar voice drew Adam's attention to Lilith.

Adam: (mutters): And so are you.

She wasn't that far from him yet didn't take any note or acknowledgment of him there. Or maybe she did, and she simply didn't care. Adam however did take notice in the topic she and her friends were discussing.

Him.

Despite everything in him screaming to walk away he got a little closer to them and listened closely.

Stella: So, tell me darling what is he like in bed? Is he at least desirable then?

Lilith: Ugh, don't make me laugh he is HORRENDOUS under the sheets. It's like he has no idea what to even do with it. And it was one thing back before he started taking those damn happy pills. Because at least then he wasn't bad to look at. Now every single time I have to lay with him it's like a walrus is trying to squash me!

Her friend let out a haughty laugh: Oh, I can't even imagine the horror of that brute naked let alone actually bedding someone.

Lilith: What makes it worse is that he practically has breasts now. Breasts Stella! But that's not even the absolute most dreadful part of being married to him.

Stella: Oh? What is then?

Lilith: I have to do all the work! I run his company; I run the house, and he even wants me to run him ragged in the sheets!

Stell: (gasps) You're not suggesting-

Lilith: Yup! From the very beginning, he had me do all the work while he lay there on his back like a log. A true bore and pathetic excuse for a human being. I'm glad I only had to birth one child so I could stop pretending to want to bed him.

The rest of the conversation was drowned out as stared down at himself. A hand going to his extended waistline and grimacing. He really had let himself go hadn't he?

Retracting the hand back he used it to scrub over his face in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing. Instead, he decided to find something stronger than champagne to drown himself in.

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more modern On The Run AU

legato: vash the stampede was spotted purchasing a plane ticket to Indiana we will be waiting at the airport for him when he arrives

knives: excellent work

*later at the Indiana airport*

Meryl, on the phone: what happened vash we’ve been waiting for hours for you to show up! If we hang out here any longer we’ll finally be on your list of known associates

Vash: I messed up

Meryl: big surprise. how?

*Vash texts a picture of him looking confused there are multiple cows in the background*

Meryl: is that INDIA

Millie: that guy who had five refills of tea finally stopped yelling at the guy with blue hair

Meryl: I’m on the phone, millie!

Millie: now that poor blue haired guy is crying and ordering a lot of Häagen-Dazs

Meryl: how did you even get there vash you don’t even have a passport! you’re on the no-fly list!

*vash texts her a selfie. he is wearing an obviously fake mustache*

Meryl, gritting her teeth: that in no way answers my question

Millie: now he’s going to the cinnabon I hope he doesn’t make himself sick

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Assorted Gravity Falls doodles!

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stargazing⭐

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Hehehe to be fair I wasn't listing the absolute totality of the sources here hahaha but it is great that you popped in with the other side of the spectrum

I believe you refer on the moment in book 2 section 115 where the passage goes: καὶ μάλα ταῦτά τοι οὐκ ἤρκεσε, ἀλλ᾽ ἀναπτερώσας αὐτὴν οἴχεαι ἔχων ἐκκλέψας. "And to make matters worse that was not enough for you but you seduced/excited her to come with you that you have stolen her" (translation by me)

That is not Herodotus opinion that was him speaking on the words spoken by Proteus to Paris. Basically Proteus says that Paris basically excited or urged Helen to follow (ἀναπτερώσας αὐτὴν) but that doesn't seem to be Herodotus' opinion but rather the assumption of Proteus when he received Paris in his palace or him trying to shift the blame a bit on Helen too in order not to have as many excuses as to kill Paris for what he did because Paris claimed shelter to Egypt. But the word is not necessarily mentioning sexual desire or anything similar. As a word it also means to excite someone to do something not necessarily in love but also in adventure or something else. Basically Proteus speaks that Paris outsmarted Helen with excitement (sexual or other) and dragged her with him. I think this passage doesn't give much agency to Helen. If anything he seems to say that Helen didn't have the maturity or the brains to counter Paris even if he had stolen her as if she cannot see the right for her or not.

The way Proteus speaks in the passage seems to me like a parent accusing their kid for "exciting" another kid to do something as if that kid was not smart enough to defend itself against an obviously bad decision (It almost reminded me of how Mufasa scolded Simba for dragging Nala along with him to that obviously stupid adventure in the Lion King). Throughout most passages Herodotus speaks on Helen's matter by giving most agency to Paris instead to Helen. Helen for most part seems to be either abducted or outsmarted by Paris.

To be fair even Homer gives her a more active role but she does seem to already have regretted her decision to the passage of the Iliad and the reason why even if your criticism is valid that she could be projecting an "excuse" that Aphrodite made her do it to redeem herself to the Achaeans I tend to believe that it is not the reason because Aphrodite confronts Helen in the Iliad so her arguing with her at that passage could not be a coincidence for me so it seems that Homer being concerned, Helen was indeed influenced by Aphrodite (although of course that as I mention above could be an allegory for her falling in love and going)

As well as there is no question as to who was more good looking (all sources speak on Paris) the real question lies if beauty was the thing to move her or love. Many times we do see ancient sources comment on how beauty is a force that can lead to people do things and how sometimes it is not (Odysseus is a prime example in the Odyssey actively rejecting a number of women that could objectively be considered more beautiful than Penelope, even Helen herself to get to his wife) so I think none of the sources doubts that Paris was undoubtedly more beautiful. The real question is how many agree on her being willing or not

In fact many tragic poets do seem to make Greeks assume she is willing for example in Euripides play "Cyclops" the Greeks even mock Helen and ask if Odysseus or any other kings "shared her" because as they say "she likes it with many people" (although that play seems to be more sarcastic so it is not fully serious to begin with). In "Orestes" Electra sees her as unapologetic as she claims "look at her how she cut her hair just for show to give it to her sister's tomb and she did it so it wouldn't ruin her looks" etc.

So in the Odyssey to conclude my point, they have already patched up and she has had 7 years in Egypt to do so. So it doesn't seem like a mere excuse. If anything in various occasions she is shown to narrowly escape with her life from her husband not because she said this excuse but because she showed him her naked breasts and Menelaus not only still loved his wife but also feared to ruin such a beauty so it doesn't seem to me that Homer points to the direction that Helen is only making up excuses there (as per her passage in Iliad too)

And as I said Aphrodite could be always the force of love in general not just a goddess that has a face that decides but rather love itself as a moving force. As for the Zeus comments well I am not 100% convinced that it is actually rooted to way too many opinions! Hahaha looks to me like someone commenting on Euripides commenters! Hahahahaha! especially knowing the story of Trojan war being linked to the general Epic Cycle and all but sure these are on the table too hehe

Also another thought that is important to make is the fact that her abduction by Paris is always commented side by side with her abduction by Theseus at other sources (which was also implied by the Iliad as well with the mention of her brothers although not fully commented on). Another interesting thought is that "abduction" could also be used as the term "elope" which is something could be taken into consideration and also the abduction theme doesn't necessarily remove the willingness of the affair but rather her unwillingness to abandon her birthplace but many sources also speak on her honeymoon with him and the way they roam at least a year after they left Sparta and all so that is also into consideration.

Also I wouldn't say "remove the gods" per se I should say that not all sources need to mention them at every stop and turn. Since the story of the Epic Cycle was already moving and revolving around the gods, the importance of the Judgement of Paris was not necessarily mentioned in every single passage that mentions Helen and Paris.

Now sources like Dares the Phrygian are interesting because is claimed to be almost as old as Homer is but of course is being rescued by much later roman times thus me not including him here. Herodotus is a little closer to the times we are discussing and he is known for his consistency of gathering local legends even if those are not so pleasant for the characters themselves which is why I did include him to this. Similarly all the commenters of the Epic Cycle like Cypria are much much later sources Proclus for example being a neoplatonic philosopher born in Constantinopole in 400s so that needs to be taken under consideration too of course though scholia such as these are valuable sources to the lost poems

Even Diodorus Siculus mentions the story of a chain that belonged to Helen and now it was worn by a woman who "sank into shameful life" so it could be an indicator too on Helen's infidelity towards Menelaus (aka correlation between the stories but that is another idea)

So yup! Definitely fascinating to compare sources!

Question: Did Helen go to Troy with Paris willingly?

It depends on the source really.

Homer gives us a more complicated situation. In it Helen apparently leaves at her own accord with Paris however it is later revealed in the Odyssey that she did so because Aphrodite influenced her judgement. She already speaks with regret on her decision in the Iliad and wonders on her family and husband but in the Odyssey where more or less they have patched things up with Menelaus she says that it was because Aphrodite had her under her spell (Now of course for some people that is also a symbolism of her falling in love since Aphrodite-> Goddess of love so Aphrodite's influence -> love's influence and so Aphrodite made her fall for Paris -> she fell for Paris, but that is up for interpretation. Quite frankly given how the gods are given in a bit more literal sense in the epics as opposed to mythology in general this scenario is not necessarily likely but it is on the table)

Now other sources such as tragic writers (for example Aeschylus and Euripides) that oftentimes write their tragedies implying that Helen truly had an affair but on the other hand for once it is important to take into account that they write from the point of view of other characters for example in Euripides's "Orestes", Electra is cussing the hell out of Helen speaking on her with the worst words which makes sense given how she thought that Helen was indeed cheating her husband as opposed to the play that has Helen as a central role in which even Euripides came up with a story that says Helen never went to Troy in the first place but an idol of hers (this version is retold by Apollodorous in Epitome as well)

Apollodorous mentions how Paris persuaded Helen to follow him in his work "Epitome" so possibly here we have one of the versions in which Helen followed willingly at first. But since Apollodorous gives us many versions and retellings at the same time (as for example Euripides's version) he also mentions the word ἁρπαγή which means "taking" or "abduction" but also seems to be indicating "rape" so Apollodorous gives us many different versions for the event. Herodotus also mentions how Helen was likely abducted. Valerius Catullus in his "Carmina" also agrees.

And so on and so forth. So the majority of sources speak about how Paris carried Helen away to Troy. Now there are versions that speak on Helen being willing but I think the most prominent version is that she was not willing at least not through and through or that she was somehow either persuaded or outsmarted by Paris or by Aphrodite's influence. In general one can choose between the sources which they can place their attention to

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A radioapple AU is ghosting in my brain where Hell itself decides it will have Alastor as its new Queen and not only claims him as the new Hell matriarch but also thinks he is the perfect partner for their sad King and tries to do sth about.

Ensue the fabric of a dimension itself shipping that strange demon and fallen angel and trying its damnest to get them together.

Bonus points if everyone but the two of them realize whats going on