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littlexscarletxwitch · 4 months

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paring: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

tag(s): idk what this is lol, some angst, a drop of fluff, mostly toxic and dark (?), but it's wanda so it's fine

warning(s): toxic relationship, mentions of death/killing someone, possessive wanda, dark!wanda, mind control, manipulation, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.7k

note: I'M ALIVE. Sorry for disappearing, december was rougher than I had expected lol. But I'm here now, and I appreciate all the love I had gotten while being away. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. Hope you enjoy! <3

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The burning feeling on your stomach was creeping all over your body, you felt your entire self giving into the pain and felt your eyes closing as painful tears rolled down your cheeks.

You told yourself that you only needed a second and that you would be alright, so as you could only see the darkness, you let the pain take over. But then, once you opened them, you could only feel a pair of arms exactly where you had felt like dying.

A tingling feeling on your neck and her hot breath put you at ease. As Wanda kissed your soft skin, you realised that it was just a dream, a really bad one, but a dream nonetheless. And she was there holding your healthy and life full body, keeping it warm with her own body heat and the bedsheets.

“Good morning, detka,” she breathed out, her voice muffled by your skin.

“Good morning indeed,” you agreed, turning your head for your lips to desperately find hers, making sure she was actually there.

Her lips were always soft, always fitted against yours, always found some silly comfort when she would bit your bottom lip. But this time it felt off, they had some unknown roughness to them, they felt stiff, not familiar and her teeth bit harder than usual. You instantly pulled away, furring your brows at the discomfort, which didn’t go unnoticed by her.

“Everything okay?” she whispered, already knowing the answer.

Wanda felt your body go rigid in her arms, so she did what she had to do to fix it. With a gentle tap to your temple, your eyes flashed red for a second and once they were back to their original colour the frown had disappeared along with the red scarlet hue from her fingertips.

“Do you want to go take your morning shower and I’ll make us breakfast?” she pretended like nothing had happened, because nothing had actually happened. Nothing she couldn’t fix, at least.

She learned from the first time this kind of incident took place that it was better for the both of you to pretend as if it had never happened. She always made sure to keep her magic strong, but she had to give some credit to your strong human mind. She made a mental note to never put her guard down or she would lose you all over again, and she would rather die than let that happen.

You nodded, placing a soft kiss to her forehead then making your way to the bathroom, as her eyes lingered on your frame. Before you exited the room, you quickly glanced at her with a bright smile on your face, and Wanda felt like she couldn’t breath just by you looking at her.

She was completely in love with you. It was crazy the hold you had on her, but it was okay, she was fine with being crazy about you. She loved you too much, too hard that she knew the feeling could kill her. But she would die happy anyway, she couldn’t help it, it was the way that she was. She felt as if you were under skin, always on her mind. She had never felt this close to someone before and she knew you were the one for her.

You were her poison, but Wanda was your disease. You got her weak on her knees. She would do anything you asked her to, any demand or request, as long as you remained by her side, and she would make sure you would always stay with her.

With a smile on her face, she made her way downstairs to get on with breakfast, knowing she had everything she had ever wanted.

The moment your naked body got in touch with the warm water, you felt your body going numb. You let the warm water relax all your muscles and with a deep breath you felt as if you were falling asleep. The sound of the pouring water put you in some kind of trance and you felt as if you got back to dreaming.

It was all foggy, but you recognized where you were: your old flat, before moving in with Wanda. The floor was red, but you didn’t remember ever having a red floor. You tried to focus on the dream too captivated to know what would happen next. And then as clear as daylight, Wanda was in front of you. But she didn’t look like her happy self, she looked mad, and her eyes were shining red. You knew that was a bad sign.

Your eyes shot open at the scary image and scary thought your mind had pictured for you. You felt bile creeping up your throat at the thought that Wanda would do anything to hurt. It was a silly thought, unrealistic even, she would never do such a thing. She loved you, she took care of you, she protected you.

You shrugged it off, letting the water wash away the horrible thoughts and got out of the shower, ready to start your day with your lovely girlfriend who loved you more than anyone in the world.

As you took a look into your mirror, your eyes wandered around your almost–naked body. You were thinking if Wanda would appreciate the sexy lingerie for later, when your eyes just wouldn't pull away from your stomach. A small scar was on your side, almost invisible to the eye but now that you were paying attention it seemed as if it was getting bigger and bigger.

Your mind wandered around the dream you had, feeling the deadly pain all over again. As your fingertips traced the small healed wound, the memories came rushing to your mind. It was a lot of information for your brain to handle all at once, the more you understood the more you felt like someone was hammering your brain.

But it was all now crystal clear. The red floor which was never red to begin with, the stern look on Wanda’s face, the screaming and shouting, begging her to stop, and, of course, the pain in your stomach.

You ran to the bathroom and threw up, not able to contain your body juices anymore. It was all real, none of it had been a dream. Once you gathered yourself and your own thoughts, you made your way back to your bedroom, put on some clothes and ran downstairs to find her.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted waffles or pancakes… so I made both,” she turned to you with a smile, but it faltered once she saw the look on your face.

You looked at her in the eyes, trying to hold your chin up. “You killed him,” it wasn’t a question but there was still some doubt in your tone, you didn't want to believe it was real.

“Here we go again,” she muttered to herself.

“We broke up,” you went on as you remembered every detail. “I found someone, someone I loved,” you felt tears burning your eyes. “But you didn’t like it, and you had to take that away from me.”

“He didn’t deserve you, he was bad news.”

“You killed him!” your bottom lip was trembling, you were scared and angry. “And you almost killed me,” you called her out as you made sense of the scar on your stomach.

“I would never…” it pained you would think she would do anything to hurt you. “I would never hurt you, Y/n. Ever.”

“But you did,” you sobbed. “I loved him, I loved…” you were a shaking crying mess.

“Detka, it’s okay. I can fix it…” she said, getting closer to you.

“Stay away from me!” you took a step back, but she had already corner you in between the kitchen counter.

“Shh…” she coed, and though you wanted to scream and make a run, your body betrayed you and found some sick comfort in her hands cupping your cheeks and her forehead resting against yours. “I can fix it,” you heard her whispering as your eyes closed.

Wanda’s fingertips lighted up against your skin, her scarlet red magic doing its work and fixing up the memories you had in your brain. This time she concentrated longer, making sure the spell wouldn’t falter. She had been so caught up in her fantasy world that she didn’t notice how bad she had been slipping off. She knew you needed her to be better than this, and she promised herself she would be.

Little by little, she erased all memories of your ex, the year and a half you had spent with it, the home you two had built. But the memory she put all her mind to was the night she made sure you belonged to her.

“We can be together, baby. You can stay forever,” it wasn’t much of a request but her demanding it from you.

She made sure you forgot how you hd opened up the door to a pissed off Wanda; how she had let herself inside your home; how she had yelled both at you and your boyfriend; how pissed he had got; how one thing had led to another and next thing you knew you were holding your boyfriend’s dead body covered in blood; how you had yelled at her; how angry you had got at her; how angry she had got at you because you just wouldn’t understand; how you had grabbed a kitchen knife, scared for your life with her being present; how she had chased after you; how you had got accidentally stabbed and passed out for all blood you had lost.

“Nothing else matters,” she reassured.

She replaced all of those memories —bad memories— with happy ones. Just the two of you, the only thing you needed. She didn’t rush, she took her time picturing every single one for you, making sure her magic would last longer. And as she finished, she pressed her lips against yours, sealing the spell as you kissed her back.

It took you a second to be out of the trance she had put you in.

“I think I’d rather have the waffles,” you said with a big smile on your face.

“Then waffles it is,” Wanda smiled back at you, her heart at ease knowing she had fixed it once again.

And she would keep on fixing it, as many times as she would have to. It didn’t matter, for all she knew she would happily bury you by her side just to keep you.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Is our lumberjack nervous to be a dad?

A little bit, nonnie.

Prepping the Nursery

Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve reflects as he readies the nursery.

Word Count: Almost 900

Warnings: Fluff, ki-ssing pregnancy, slight feels (it's me), canon divergent, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Set in Into the Woods AU. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a warm and sunny day when Steve decided to paint the nursery. After testing a few colors and picking a theme, he wanted to get to work. You wanted to help, of course. He requested that you wore a mask, even though he had the window open the fumes wouldn't overwhelm you. He also asked you not to climb on the ladder.

"Hope you don't mind me using this," you said, putting on one of his old shirts before you joined him. You didn't button it though, keeping your bump exposed.

Still look better in my shirts than I ever do.

"Don't mind at all. Just stay off the ladder. That's an order," he half teased.

"You do remember I'm a perfectly capable human being who can take care of herself. I had a whole career as a writer before I met you and still do," you teased softly, observing one of the walls. He knew the room was going to be beautiful. "Between you and Bucky, I swear."

"Between the two of us, what?" he asked.

Bucky already proclaimed himself as an "uncle" and expected Steve to be the same to his baby. He couldn't believe both of you got pregnant around the same time. Maybe fate was trying to give them more of the happiness they deserved.

"The baby proofing. The restrictions. It's just a shock you don't have bubble wrap around me."

The sheepish smile on his face along with his mumbled apology made you laugh away your exasperated expression. You insisted on sticking with your routine, even on your tired days, and you wouldn't push yourself more than necessary. It was in his nature though to be protective of those he cared about. You were no exception and neither was your precious cargo. And if anything happened to you or your baby, he'd-

"Steve?" you asked.

He didn't answer as he set his paintbrush down and guided his hand to your stomach. He'd never forget the pure, unbridled joy he felt when he learned he was going to be a father. He may have shed a happy tear once he wore you out with celebration sex. It was a dream come true.

There was also an exposure of fear when all he wanted to do was wrap himself around you and keep you both safe from harm. Physically, he was now more than strong enough to keep you both safe. But with the ailments he had from his childhood, would any of those pass on? Would the serum wipe those chances out?

He just wanted his baby to be healthy.

You had enough to worry about being attached to the former Captain America. It made it easier to walk away from missions completely for the time being with a baby on the way. He had seen enough of the horrors of the world and felt the blood on his hands. He didn't want that on his doorstep.

"Steve," you said again, your eyes filled with understanding. "I'm teasing you, okay? If it makes you feel better to keep an extra eye on me within reason or be a little protective, that's more than fine."

You weren't just saying that to placate him and that alone made him relax. "Thank you. I appreciate that," he said, kissing your temple.

One of the things Steve cherished about your relationship was the give and take. You didn't cave to his whims without a second thought and he didn't enforce rules just to stay in control. Balance and communication made your bond stronger.

"And, peanut, your mama really is a strong, perfectly capable human being. A brilliant writer and a loving woman," he smiled, rubbing your stomach. The best person he knew. "I just can't help myself and I'm very lucky she puts up with me."

"We're the lucky ones, Beefcake," you said, placing your hand over his. He knew you were smiling behind the mask.

"I just want to do right by both of you," he said.

He wanted to be a hero in both of your eyes by simply loving you.

"Peanut will hear all sorts of stories about you one day and wonder how he got so lucky to have you as a dad," you said. From the moment you found out you were pregnant, you thought you were having a boy and he wasn't going to argue with your instincts. "You'll be his whole world."

You two are my world.

"Not as lucky as he'll be to have you as a mom," he said, tugging the mask down to give you a proper kiss.

You moaned a little as his beard scraped against your face. "Are we going to get any painting done?"

"You come in here wearing my shirt and saying sweet things and you expect me not to take advantage of that?" he smirked, pulling you close by your hips.

"Oh, no you don't. You said I have to wear my mask," you teased, trying to cover your mouth again. "That was an order."

"Fuck the orders," he half growled, kissing you again.

The two of you eventually got the nursery painted and he couldn't have been prouder with how it turned out. The room represented love and a new beginning. And he couldn't wait for the day his baby made his home complete.

Steve and Bucky will both be amazing fathers. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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emry-stars-art · 10 months

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Massarati was a courting gift to andrew from abram after he realized they were courting one another

My face reading this omggggggg

(Gonna put this up top instead of at the end; find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

So this is the 4800 words of fluff; @jtl-fics was bouncing a LOT of ideas with me about it and everything was so sweet 😭🥰 you can read it here! :D or continue on this post for the sparknotes version from Abram's pov (minus the picnic date tho 👀), and let’s showcase my inexperience with horses ✨

THIS IS GREAT I done got myself a little by making Maserati a rescue case… like Abram’s probably right about what happened to her though I didn’t fully decide on it (I’m also making up everything about horse breeds in this universe thank youuu). He’s out one day for whatever reason and comes across this horse in no pasture that’s tall, clearly made for working, but it’s far too skinny. A little skiddish, but not enough that Abram can’t approach after a while of trying. It’s a familiar breed under the dirt and malnutrition.

He doesn’t even bother seeing where it might have come from. He fashions a makeshift lasso/bridle thing from rope and takes a few hours calming the horse enough to bring it back with him to the castle, leaving it in one of the smaller/less used stables with plenty of food and water before going to find Day or someone else that might be able to help. She doesn’t look impressive at first, obviously. But with lots of help and lots of time from Abram taken in secret to the stables, she slowly starts to get better. She gains weight, she gets readjusted to people, she lets him take care of her coat and hair.

At some point, Andrew insists once again on keeping Abram nearby when Abram is having a worse night than usual. Panicking easily, generally unwell. (Andrew is also wondering why Abram is suddenly spending so much time away, why he won’t tell Andrew where he’s been or what he’s doing. It’s completely in his right to do it, so Andrew never forces the issue, but it’s such an obvious switch from his normal behavior. Right when Andrew thought he could start leaning into the courting, it feels like Abram is pulling away and it hurts a little. He gets worried.) Abram can’t sleep, and Andrew won’t sleep until Abram does, so they lay on his bed with Andrew resting against Abram’s lap, relaxing or reading or tracing scars with his fingertips. It’s a long while before Abram asks, unprompted, “Did you ever have an ideal horse?”

Andrew gives him a look.

“I mean… a dream horse. Maybe when you were little, something you always wanted.”

Andrew makes a small noise. “I think most kids do.”

“Right. So did you?”

It takes more convincing than that, lots of Abram assuring Andrew that it’s not stupid, he’s just curious. He’ll tell Andrew his next. And finally Andrew tells Abram of when he was young, living with the Spears, and would fantasize about being anywhere else. He’d take a horse as black as night so no one would see him when he ran away, a horse that was strong and fast enough to take him wherever he wanted to go. He used to imagine it would carry two, so he could take his governess with him, but that was before she left. It was all child’s play, anyway. It didn’t matter now. (Abram’s horse wasn’t so detailed, but he said if he had to pick a coat color, he was very happy with the blue roan he was given.)

So the next time Abram goes to the stable he looks at her, sees how well she’s bulking up, sees again how much larger she is than the Friesians he’s used to from Evermore. She looks even stronger than those already capable horses. When she’s healthy she can certainly carry two riders and more besides, and her endurance is like the horse equivalent of his own. Her coat is getting shiny again, sleek like black oil.

When she’s healthy and ready, Abram trains her. He again has help, of course - there are people who’s jobs it is to take care of and train the castle’s horses and it isn’t him - but she has an undeniable soft spot for Abram. They get her used to being fully decked out in nice tack and equipment and whatever else. Abram holds her steady to get shoed. The veterinarians/au equivalent make sure she stays healthy and the stable master grows more impressed with her every day. She’s not your average horse, he tells Abram. She’s smart. There’s real intelligence in those eyes.

Abram could not be happier.

By the time the twins’ birthday comes around she is ready to go. Abram spends the morning before his work begins making sure she is as sparkling as he can get her, all ready for her favorite stable hand to take her to the main stables later while Abram attends the prince at the festivities. The stable hand is going to put her in her new tack, too, the beautiful white set Abram spent a good chunk of coin to have commissioned. The horse is perfectly well mannered around people now, though only Abram and a handful others can ride her. Abram only plans his evening because he knows she lets anyone ride alongside him - if Abram deems them worthy, the horse won’t protest. It isn’t trust he ever takes lightly. He’s pretty certain she’ll end up allowing Andrew every privilege she allows Abram. He is so excited and so, so nervous for that night. She’s as perfect as she could possibly be, but Andrew has gotten Abram so many wonderful gifts. This is the first time Abram has returned the favor with such intention. Hopefully it’s good enough. (She is.)

Oh also in case you’re wondering. Andrew only needs a new horse because his beloved GS was finally retired, GS is old and now gets to spend the rest of his days in nice pastures where Andrew feeds him lots of treats 💕 every like is one sugar cube gods bless

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wovenintosilk · 10 months

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oh my god imagine having a nightmare that something happens to pav while he's out spider-manning and waking up next to him, scared and panting. turning to see him staring back at u with such a concerned expression. him bringing u into his arms and gently pressing kisses to ur head. reassuring you. like AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You got it!

CW: Injury/Blood

GN!Reader

Word Count: 1000

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Nobody ever lied to you and said superhero work could be considered safe. You’d spent enough hours waiting at the window for Pavitr to come home safely to know how dangerous his work truly was.

Sometimes he came home injured but you always preferred it to him not coming back at all. He’d never done it before but the possibility remained.

This time though, you’d been out on your errands when you heard the fighting. Looking for him may put you in danger but you sometimes found you really enjoyed watching him fly through the city. His mastery of his skills impressed you so much.

You should have left.

Villains weren’t instantly recognisable to you by name alone but whoever this was, their armour could take a beating Pavitr couldn’t. The hit caught his side no matter how fast he spun through the air and sent him crashing down the streets.

Your scream sounded foreign to your own ears. It caught in your throat as the fight took a turn for the worst and, against your better judgement, you began to run toward him. You needed to do something. Whether or not you could actually help barely ran through your mind.

You cared little about safety as you scrambled through the streets. The rest of the city turned to nothing more than a hum in the back of your mind as you fought to reach him.

And when you did, the icy grip around your heart just about killed you.

The blood stained through his suit in an awful variation of the normally gorgeous red. Debris blocked your path forward and pinned him down. Through where his suit had torn, the deep cuts twisted your stomach and you covered your mouth to avoid a sob.

His eyes met yours and, for just a second, you saw them start to close before you woke yourself up with a yell.

The blankets stuck to you and wrapped you up, twisted around until you felt trapped in your own bed. You thrashed and fought to get air into your lungs, ignoring the hot streams of tears that left tracks across your cheeks.

Why was your chest so sore? Did you hurt yourself or did the dream… the dream brought back a flood of memories and you brought your hand to your mouth as Pavitr’s voice finally broke through your panic.

The heartbeat pounding in your chest quietened as he sat up and caught your hand. He pulled you closer until you leaned against his chest, soothing circles rubbed into your back.

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay. It was only a dream.”

You buried your face into his shoulder. He almost toppled thanks to the force as you almost launched across the bed and into his embrace.

He whispered soft endearments into your hair as he held you close, soothing you with gentle speaking.

It had only been a dream. What actually happened that night hadn’t been anything amazing. Pavitr arrived home with a slight limp – a small injury from rubble that’d been burning for the past hour or so. You’d wrapped a bandage around his thigh while he made jokes and told you the story.

He’d been alive. He’d been real.

“What happened while you were sleeping?” he asked and his voice grounded you in a way nothing else could. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you managed after a few deep breaths. “And you?”

He gave a confused hum. “You’re the one who had the nightmare.”

You could hear his heartbeat in your chest, strong and healthy. It reassured you again and again that the best person in your life wouldn’t disappear before you could spend more time with him.

He smoothed a hand over your hair as your shaking slowed. “Did something happen to me?”

“Do you think it’s worth it?”

“What is?”

“Being Spiderman.”

A moment of silence passed. He sighed when he made the connection between your bad dream and the danger he put himself through daily. Nobody gave the responsibility to him – he’d chosen it.

“You could be safe,” you whispered. “What if you left all these problems for the police? You could stay with me and not have to worry. A very selfish part of my heart wants that.”

He hugged you tighter against his chest; wrapped you in the perpetual warmth he emitted.

“If I don’t help with these problems, the city becomes more dangerous for everybody,” he explained, voice still thick with sleep. “Then you could get hurt and I’d never be able to help you. It’s not right.”

“But I don’t want you to get hurt either,” you whispered. Your fingers brushed over the bandages wrapped tight around his leg. “What if one day, it’s not something we can fix?”

He laughed and though you tried to ignore how forced it sounded, you couldn’t pretend. “Don’t worry. Being Spiderman is far from easy. It’s like a trend that I’ll always win in the end, even if I get a little hurt.”

“But I don’t want you to get hurt at all. Even if you win.”

The injury to his leg had been an accident. The villain knocked him around a little before getting defeated but Pavitr ended up landing on a piece of rubble. Trivial really. It wouldn’t even leave a scar.

But you hated how sick he looked when you tended to him. Worried about the way he stumbled into the walls when he tried to explain what happened. You’d struggled to get him to tell you how bad it was because he didn’t want to cause concern – always focused on himself over and above everybody else.

It’s one of the things you loved about him even when you were worried sick.

“You have to promise me you’ll always come back,” you said. You tightened your arms around him, held him closer than ever. “No matter what.”

Pavitr smiled. “Always. I’m always safe, you know that.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then another to your tear-stained cheek. A third fell on your nose and a fourth on your closed eye. You laughed and this only motivated him to kiss you more, fluttering small pecks across your entire face until your side hurt and the dream slipped from your mind.

“I’ll always be okay,” he promised you.

You knew he couldn’t say something like that with full surety. Anything could go wrong when he spent most of his days fighting people who could throw entire cars at his head.

But you also knew being Spiderman meant more to him than simply helping people because he had to.

You only hoped he could stay safe for the rest of time.

#atsv x reader #across the spider verse x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #spiderman india x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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Curiosity (Yandere Tsukishima)

This was a Quotev request!

Title: Curiosity

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, suggestive themes, non-consensual touching, seriously creepy vibes from Tsukishima

Summary: Tsukishima seems like a normal guy, except that he’s always writing in that journal of his. When you decide to see what he’s up to, you learn that he’s anything but normal.

curiosity

/noun/

a strong desire to know or learn something:

DAY 1

It’s the first day of school again. (Y/n) looked beautiful as ever today, I missed seeing her in her school uniform. Of course, I’ve been following her around town over the summer, but I missed seeing her in a skirt. This is the last year I see that until I make a move, as I doubt she’ll wear skirts to university.

I’ll do my best to draw what she looks like, since this is a special occasion, but there’s no way my art can do her justice.

Tsukishima Kei was a quiet guy, which, you supposed, was common for smart kids. You hadn’t known him well throughout high school and you doubted you’d have much time to get to know him, since the end of your third and final year was nearly upon you both.

One interesting thing you always noticed is that he was always writing in a journal of sorts, sometimes sketching away in it instead of writing.

You always wondered what it said.

DAY 17

(Y/n) smiled and waved at me today. She does that to everyone, I know, but I couldn’t breathe when she turned her divine attention on me! I felt like, even for a second, I had her undivided attention! I’d do anything, ANYTHING to get that on me again. I’d fucking kill everyone she knows if that means she’ll look at me and only me.

Tsukishima always gave you the distinct vibe that he wanted a friend, especially after his only friend moved away last year, but that he didn’t know how to approach anyone. You sensed a sort of longing when he looked at you and you wondered if your friendliness appealed to his loneliness. Perhaps he was awkward or shy?

You felt bad that you hadn’t had time to talk to him, but life really was just too busy. You always tried to be friendly when you passed him in the halls or made eye contact.

It was the least you could do.

DAY 33

I love (Y/n) so much that I was willing to dig around in her trash can to find that lip gloss she’d thrown away. How many guys would do THAT for their girlfriends? She only wore it a few times since she didn’t like it very much, but that just meant I had so much of something her precious lips had touched.

I felt like I was in heaven putting it on- like I was kissing her! I had dreams about doing just that and I woke up feeling happier and more refreshed than I had been all year. I need more.

You’d always felt like someone was following you and like your things were disappearing, but you wrote those feelings off as paranoia. Maybe you should take those things seriously, but who had time for that? You were on the student council, an honor student, and preparing for college.

Why didn’t you see the red flags?

Were you really so colorblind?

DAY 52

I went to her house and climbed in through the window. Thank goodness she’s on the first floor.

I went straight to her bed and just laid on it and inhaled her scent from the pillows and blankets. She’s on vacation and I miss her so much, so I really couldn’t help doing all this. It’s her fault for leaving me.

I wonder if she wants our room to look like this or if she has a better one in mind. I’m not a fan of the color but, if she likes it, who am I to disagree? I just want her to be healthy and happy with me. I’ll make her.

You were a naturally curious person. That’s probably why you did so well in school- you had a thirst for knowing why and how that many people your age didn’t care for. You never just wanted to accept things without an explanation. Better to be informed.

Sometimes you were called nosy or told to mind your own business, but you couldn’t help it. You also had a bad habit of eavesdropping and “investigating” on your own. You’d do great in a Nancy Drew book, but it annoyed real-life people.

It’s really no surprise that, when you went to grab Tsukishima’s left-behind notebook, you couldn’t stop yourself from peeking inside and reading some of the entries and looking at the drawings.

DAY 82

I peeked through her window at just the right time and caught her getting undressed for a shower! I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Words can’t describe the experience, so I’ll draw what she looked like instead:

You felt sick. For once, you wished, desperately, that your curiosity was nonexistent. If you could take back everything you’d seen in the last few minutes, you would.

You’d just go off to university, blissfully unaware, and never see that freak ever again. How could he write and draw such things? How could he violate your privacy like that? How dare he-

“You read it, didn’t you?”

The empty classroom went so silent you could hear a pin drop. Your horror felt like metal weighing down your stomach and throat. You couldn’t swallow, you couldn’t breathe.

Tsukishima was right behind you, inching closer each moment, but you couldn’t hope to turn around or run away. You were petrified, rooted in place like you were a statue. A statue with wide eyes and terror etched into your features.

You wanted to claim you hadn’t but the journal was still open in your hands, opened up to a disgusting drawing of yourself and your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from it. Even if you wanted to futilely make up an excuse, your mouth wouldn’t form the words. You couldn’t so much as squeak.

As he stands directly behind you, his hands caress your waist, finger pads sinking deep into the flesh through your shirt. You shudder in disgust, but that’s the most movement your body can even make.

Even as his fingers dance at the hem of your shirt, daringly searching upwards against bare skin, you can’t move or make a sound. You wished you were a fight or flee kind of person and not a freeze.

You feel his lips brush against your earlobe and you violently shudder as he speaks into your ear a few chilling words.

“Don’t you know what curiosity did to the cat?”

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere tsukishima #tsukishima kei

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Great King, I need encouragement. I have not had an easy life. Any form of abuse besides sexual my parents committed against me. Any time anything is left to chance the worst possible outcome is chosen by the gods, even should I do everything right. I have more mental illnesses, mental and physical disabilities than I can count. I cant do many jobs and can hardly hold most of the ones I CAN do down, on account of the disabilities. My family comes from the worst poverty possible and its grip on me is so strong I know I will never be comfortably free from it. Everyone I've ever known has abandoned me and those that came back keep me at a healthy distance as fair weather friends. Simply put, I'm a survivor, and I intend to survive as long as there is sand in my hourglass. When I am knocked down, nails bloodied and gone, nose broken, I spit my teeth and blood out of my mouth, wipe the dirt out of my eyes and get back up only to get punched back down to the ground just to get back up again. I take pride in this fact, should the whole world and even the gods/goddesses and even lady luck herself be my enemy I will. Not. Succumb. But I am tired... I tired of being strong, I tire of pain, of being offered relief or a mercy only to have it snatched away from me at the cruelest moment against all odds, of having every bit of happiness locked behind one paywall I can never hope to meet, of having everyone like me but never cherish me... I tire not of life but never having lived. I tire of only ever surviving. I dont know what to do, where I can find relief, when or how I get to rest even if just for a moment. I know I must continue on and I know that I will but I have no desire or motivation to do so. Any words of advice or encouragement from you would be a gift, I have admired you since I was young for you have lived a similar life.

There is little I can add as endearment, for all that I would say you have already stated in your resolve.

But you have come to Demon King Ganondorf seeking wisdom. So, it is Demon King Ganondorf's wisdom you shall have.

First, I will make a wound and force it to bleed. Then, I will put salt in that wound, and make you feel the sting of truth. It is only with calm and mature reflection can one see the purpose in the words beyond appeared insult.

First, the wound.

Life is not happiness.

Life is struggle, trial, failure and pain. It can be torment and relief, beautiful and ugly, but it is never happy. Any who speak otherwise are either fools or devils.

It has been said that life is the pursuit of happiness. This is a dream for the mad.

In truth, a "good" life, or one lived well, is one not driven by happiness, but by contentment.

To achieve this, a choice must be made. It is only one choice, but it is the same choice one must make eternally. That is to choose between compromise and suffrage.

In short, will you compromise to be content, or will you suffer for it?

To place this into an example, I could have compromised as King, living content with "It could be worse." Or I could have suffered for contentment with "It could be better."

Which do you think I chose?

Now for the salt.

I have listened to the retelling of your life, and have words regarding it.

I hold no sympathy for abusers of any kind. They cannot match the skills and abilities of their peers, so choose instead to face opponents they know they can conquer. There is no honor nor challenge in an assured victory, and I expect all of them to die knowing they were failures in life and will be forgotten in death.

But as to your abandonments, I hold a different opinion. While the abandonment of one might whisper you the victim, the abandonment of all screams the opposite.

Reflect on these relationships and seek out the common root between them. Do this, but do not rest on the easy answer and use your disabilities as a crutch.

It is said that hurt people hurt people. Perhaps the abuse you sustained in your youth evolved into traits within of which you are unaware.

Seek this out within yourself. If it is discovered, then you have a choice to make.

Will you compromise with this, and remain content in your solitude? Or will you suffer to change this aspect, granting you the chance at a healthy relationship and the possibility of happy moments in a content life?

#ganondorf #legend of zelda

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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Hairy omega hob who faced changing beauty standards

For several centuries there is this 'not like other girls' thing for a woman to become noteworthy. Medieval women who became nuns were praised for rising above their sex, and Queen Elizabeth was proud of having the heart or stomach of a man, I forgot

Like maybe Hob even though he could carry babies resembled betas and alphas, and his body was accepted for centuries. Putting masculinity on a pedestal etc

But then comes the Victorian era with the angel in the home idea. Delicate fine-boned beauties, and that standard lasts into the modern day

And Hob is so far from that ideal it's not even funny. He knows he's an idiot for being upset he's not considered attractive anymore, the beauty standards of the past were based on terrible ideas, but dang does he miss alphas eyeing him appreciatively instead of looking past him

Ngl I'm always obsessed with omega Hob. Especially if he's subverting social norms <3

Because ok yeah, he was used to being considered sexy. He was strong and hearty and alphas would constantly come on to him, knowing that he'd make a good mate and would be able to bear lots of children. His trim waist and thick biceps and the hint of a good-sized chest meant that he never had to look far for someone to share a heat with. Although sometimes he'd choose to present as a beta, for hundreds of years until the 1800s he would frequently present as an omega too. It wasn't ever a problem.

And then things began to change, and instead of desirable, Hob became an oddity of an omega. Too tall, too muscular, too loud. Yes he could bear healthy litters of babies, but no alpha would trust him to be around children! He might set a bad example. Hob quickly decided that it was better to pretend to be a beta.

The modern day is a little better than it used to be. When he meets with Dream again, Hob is presenting as an omega for the first time in nearly 200 years. He's missed it so much, just being himself and having his natural scent. He's grown used to people giving him odd looks and he knows that he isn't what anyone would choose in an omega.

And then Dream looks at him in the way alphas used to, way back in the day. Like he's something delicious and lovely and worthy of attention. Hob feels his underwear growing wet and sticky, a reaction to the simple act of being desired. By the end of his meeting with Dream he's flushed and rubbing his thighs together. He hasn't felt like this in centuries.

Meanwhile, Dream is inhaling Hob’s perfect omega scent... the most delicious thing he's smelt in more than a hundred years. He's cursing himself for not noticing sooner, just how wonderful his friend smells when he's being himself.

When finally, finally Dream crowds him up against the door of his flat, Hob has to ask "Are you sure? You know I'm not pretty or sweet or submissive. I'll bite back, Dream. I can't help it."

And by way of an answer, Dream picks him up (doesn't matter that Hob is solid and packed with muscles and fat and strong bones). And doesn't put him down again until his knot is safely settled in Hob’s perfect hole.

He fucking hopes that Hob bites back.

#panickingstudent2 #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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moonlightdreamzz · 10 months

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chapter one chapter two

PAIRING ✰ Idol!Wooyoung x Black Female Reader.

SUMMARY ✰ Wooyoung knew what he was signing up for when he dreamed of being a kpop idol. The seemingIy unfair rules were never his favorite part, but he always followed them. What he didn’t know was that he was going to meet you, and all of a sudden the rules would no longer matter to him. You’re the only thing that makes Wooyoung feel alive, and yet, nobody wants the two of you to be together.

GENRE ✰ There is a little bit of everything in here, and you can expect every chapter to have a mixture of angst, fluff, and smut in it.

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is!"

Wooyoung chuckles somberly, swiftly locking his phone. Why did he think attempting to read Romeo and Juliet would make him feel any better about his current situation? Romeo and Juliet were stupid, and they cared too much about what others had to say. The only thing he could relate to was their preference to die than be apart.

He presses the power button again, this time to see the image on his lock screen—a picture of him with the love of his life asleep on his chest. There is an instant burst of solace that runs through his entire body. It doesn’t stop at his toes, finger tips, or the top of his head. It begins the fill the entire room, which causes the hairs on Wooyoung’s arms to stand up.

“As you all know, going into effect when you sign this contract, you will not be permitted to date for the first 3 years of your career. Being caught breaking this aspect of your contract, along with everything else in this paperwork will result in a consequence, including possible termination from the group. After your 3 years expires, you must get your relationship approved by the company.”

Wooyoung had been replaying that exact moment in his mind every day for the past couple of weeks, always around the same time — 4:00PM. Ironically, around 4:00PM was also the time he snuck away from his members every day. He had the same routine; he would eat his lunch, and then complain of stomach pain. Of course no one stopped him from using the restroom, and when he was asked why he wasn’t using the restroom nearby he would always have the same answer.

My stomach really hurts. I can’t do what I’m about to do this close to you all, and it’s going to be awhile anyways.

Technically he wasn’t lying. His stomach did hurt, but not because he had to release toxins. The real reason was that the thought of seeing you made knots form in Wooyoung’s stomach, to the point where he could barely breathe or walk even though the two of you had been together for six months.

He truly couldn’t do what the two of you sometimes did tucked away in a room where no one would suspect you two to be. Anyone, for that matter.

The two of you always tried your best to be quiet, but when was true love ever hushed? He couldn't help but become intoxicated off the sound of your beautiful moans, the clapping that filled the room, and the echo of how wet he made you every time, particularly on days when he was particularly worried or had not seen you in far too long. Every room didn’t have a somewhere he could lay you down, but that never mattered. He had made love to you everywhere at this point. Couches, floors, walls, mid air. He knew it was wrong and disrespectful, but it was something about you that made him not care about anything…in a good way though.

It’s now 4:05PM, and Wooyoung can’t help but feel slightly concerned. Even if keeping track of time was not always your strong suit, you were always on time for him. He detested how insane you drove him, God. This emotion never left him, whether it was from him worrying about you or from him knowing you were secure since you were in his arms.

He’s about to shoot you a text when he sees you tip toeing into the room as if you were participating in a robbery. He realized that these days, he wasn’t truly smiling unless it was your doing.

“Baby.” You whisper, your hand hiding your words as if it wasn’t just the two of you in here.

“Yes.” He plays along, standing up as if the queen of the world was approaching him. I mean, if he was being honest that’s what you were in his mind. His arms open for you, and he wants to allow you five more seconds to finish your incredible acting, but he can’t. He practically skips to embrace you.

His arms are squeezing your waist, and yours are around his neck. The embrace puts your bodies in a tranquil state—the both of you exhaling in unison.

“I fucking missed you.” The words spill from his mouth because he had been holding them in all day long.

“I missed you too.” You whisper, yet the passion in your words are so strong. It’s in his scent that you feel at home. In his arms, nothing can hurt you. He always told you that you did the same for him, and you believed him. You believed every single word that came out of his mouth, embarrassing as it was.

“Shit, baby.” He chuckles in embarrassment, not letting you go, but backing the two of you up on the couch that he was sitting on previously. Your newly installed butterfly locs are ticking his arm, but it’s oddly comforting. He knows the tea tree oil from your scalp has likely left it’s mark on the side of his face, but he doesn’t care. “How has your day been? Are you okay? You were a little late.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, but there’s a smirk that’s failing to hide on your features. “I planned to be on time, but I got snatched up.”

“Snatched up? By who?” If you were about to tell him that another member tried to make a move on you, or anyone for that matter, he was going to lose it.

“Calm down mr. jealous.” You giggle, adjusting yourself in his lap. “It was just work stuff, I promise. How was your day?”

He doesn’t like how you were avoiding going into detail, but he wasn’t going to argue.

“Let's just say I've been counting down the milliseconds to get to this moment."

Knowing that doing so will draw your chest closer to his own, Wooyoung's fingertips started to trace little butterflies along your spine. He can easily get to you now, and he starts giving you enticing kisses on the neck. Woo knows your body better than anyone ever has. He'd be willing to bet every dollar he'd ever make on that.

Like the way he kisses you, which you adore. In a slow, passionate kiss that is still filled with such heat and passion, his lips move from your neck to your lips.

His hands are so adept at knowing exactly where they should be. He alternates between stroking your ass and softly caressing your back, forcing you to grind your heat over his covered but still provocative bulge.

The thing you cherished most about him in these moments was how effortlessly you two could make love to one another. Never once did anything seem uncomfortable. You were wearing a black crop top jacket, which Wooyoung skillfully unzipped to expose that you didn't have a bra on at all.

"You're a bad fucking girl, I tell you." His low, sensual growl causes him to swiftly cuff and spank your gorgeous breasts before squeezing them together and motorboating them.

For a time, the two of you continue to press against one other until he virtually feeds from your breasts, both of you relishing the sensation of how needy you are for one another. But he is aware that you require more. To win your favor, he will do everything.

In between kisses, he taunts, "You want my hands to be lower, don't you?" His hands begin to run down your stomach, but just as they're about to slip into your biker shorts that are more than ready to slide off, he repositions them on your neck. "Uh oh." He mutters with a mischievous grin.

"You wanna play, baby? Because you know this is a game you'll never win." You tounge begins at his adams apple and licks all the way to the top of his upper lip.

"You're so lucky I don't have more time with you." He remarks as he puts his hands inside your shorts, nearly bursting out from how wet you are. He desires a personal view. He desires to reach out his hands and marvel at how your moisture adheres to his fingers. But his main objective is to accelerate your cum than the previous time.

He gets to rubbing your clit like he always does, and you're grinding into his hand like you always do. Your moans are filling up the room the closer you get, and you are so wet that you know you're going to have to change your panties after this. It would be shameful to make it so obvious what you had been doing in this room.

It's to the point now where you don't even have to grind into his hand anymore. Your head is tilted back as Wooyoung's arm holds you afloat, while his other is making your mind spin from the pleasure you feel.

"Mhm, baby." Woo moans out for you, having trouble believing he's the one putting you into euphoria like this, but then again he always did. He was so in love with you that making you feel good was all he needed. It was as if your bodies were synched. The two of you are lost in each other, both so close to the high your bodies have been craving all day. So high, that neither of you can hear the numerous foot steps coming your way, all in search of your boyfriend who had been "in the bathroom" for way longer than he was supposed to be.

"Maybe he's like, going through something." San attempts to defend, although his tone is weak. He doesn't even believe his own words.

"Regardless, these fake ass bathroom trips everyday are getting ridiculous. I hope he's truly taking a shit," Hongjoong stomps around irritably opening and closing every door in the hallway once he sees no Wooyoung in sight.

"Fuck!"

San and Hongjoong halt in their tracks. They weren't familiar with the voice, but they were dead certain of the activity that a sound like that indicated.

"I beg you, please refrain from being Woo." San thinks to himself in a low voice, knowing that Hongjoong would probably kill him in cold blood if he were to carry out that act in this place. San's eyes would be poisoned forever as well.

"I'm going to-

"Wait!" San attempts to calm his leader down, holding him back from opening what felt like an extremely forbidden door.

"Don't wait me." He responds firmly. The most terrifying aspect of Hongjoong was that. To frighten any of them, he didn't need to yell or puff out his chest. Without it, they could see he meant business.

You had just reached your climax, fully prepared to pay Wooyoung back for how good he just made you feel. You begin to sink down to your knees with a firm grip on his sweatpants when the door swings open.

Wooyoung's heart sinks to his feet, but his first reaction is to defend you. He scoops you up and stands in front of you as quickly as the door opens, with shaking hands and strength he wasn't sure he possessed. He is aware that he has already been caught.

You'd think there'd be silence in a situation like this, but the way everyone's breath told its own tale was tremendously loud. You were at a loss for what to do. Should you extend your hand in solidarity to Woo? Or would that make matters worse? Could it possibly get any worse?

Wooyoung isn't sure how much time has passed, but it felt like days had Hongjoong been staring him down.

"Who are you?" Hongjoong finally speaks, his tone showing he misunderstood your position.

"I...I...I'm nobody." Is all you can muster, quickly pulling on your biker shorts and fleeing the room. Tears build up in your eyes, prompting you to run even faster. You don't know where you're going, but you know you never want to be seen again.

Wooyoung does not hesitate. He tries to flee the room behind you, but Hongjoong beats him to it, pushing him to the ground. Woo catches himself, but it doesn't spare him from the rugburn he got from slipping.

"How dumb are you, huh? You know the fucking rules, Wooyoung. And the fact that you tried to hide this from us? Like it would work?"

Woo is deafeningly quiet, not taking in any of his leader's comments. He can't stop thinking about you and where you are. You were so distracted when you were upset; colliding with objects, falling, and-

"Hello!" Hongjoong practically screams, which causes Woo and San to both flinch aggressively.

His next remarks were ones he'd live to regret for the rest of his life. But he had no choice but to protect you. He needed to preserve your relationship and couldn't have anyone interfering with it.

"It's exactly what she said it was...nothing." HHe sighs innocently. But on the inside, he experiences a heartbreak that seems like someone stomped on it and then crushed it to the ground.

"Then why did you try to chase after her?"

"Because the two of you just raided the room and saw her damn near naked? She was embarrassed and I'm not an asshole? Don't give me the lecture like you don't get your dick wet too."

"Not in the fucking building, I don't. We're not young boys anymore, Woo. And we're trying to get shit done while you're pretending your using the bathroom? To have sex with some random girl?"

"She's-

"She, as cute as she was, needs to go." San saves his member, who he knows is about to divulge what he already knows. That you were more than just a pretty face to him. He had realized the moment the two of you met that Woo had found someone who made him happy. He smiled more broadly. His voice has grown stronger. He seemed to be cheerful about everything. He just hoped his hopeless romantic best friend wouldn't get caught. Damn you, Woo.

There is nothing else to say from Wooyoung. He once more tries to leave the room by getting up off the floor, and Hongjoong this time lets him go. "Don't start looking for her," San mutters as he hurriedly follows Woo. Return to the studio."

Wooyoung knows he has no choice but to listen, this time.

#kpop black reader #wooyoung smut #wooyoung #wooyoung imagines #ateez imagines #ateez #ateex smut #ateex angst #wooyoung angst #ateez x black reader #wooyoung scenarios #ateez x reader #kpop x black reader #ateez series

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irenadel · 21 days

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And if the devil... 1/9

Eventual smut, Aemond Targaryen x Maid!Reader

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

“And if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.”

- Farouk Gouida

He’d had nothing but contempt for you the first time he’d seen you: a too tall, mannish girl mopping up baby vomit for Helaena with less tact and grace than a stable boy. He had seen the blotchy red and white of your hands and face and had thought you one of Aegon’s cruel jests for a sister-wife he did not deserve: a freakish chambermaid for a mad princess.

And far too familiar with a lady who was in every way your better.

He told himself it was not jealousy that burnt in the pit of his stomach, brighter and wilder than Vhagar’s fire. No. It was distaste and a healthy amount of distrust, he’d felt when he’d come to visit Helaena and found you rocking her gently in your arms. You’d been in drab servant red, hair escaping your work bonnet, so strangely pale that it had made Aemond squint in immediate suspicion. Whatever it was, you were no noble companion or even one of the prettier handmaidens, just a scullery girl, dress still stained from floor scrubbing, holding a Targaryen princess and gently brushing her hair out of the way.

He’d had to control the urge to snatch her from your arms and snarl at you to leave if you wanted to keep your head… It would not have been becoming. Helaena would no doubt have found it distressing. But most of all, he feared what he would do to you the moment he’d had your pale, sickly hand in his grip. Because you had robbed him of a thing which he had not known belonged to him. His right to his sister’s pain, always so far and yet so close, because he feared the things he could say if his affection were ever to escape him. And here you were, like a thief in the night, snatching his chance before he’d even known it existed.

You’d had the common sense to leave quickly with your bucket of slops, and your eyes fixed determinedly on the floor. As if you’d known your transgression.

Helaena was not half as wise as you. Her tears had been all but gone, not there for a brother to wipe away or avenge. No forthcoming confession about Aegon that he could use as an excuse to stalk his brother’s steps and pick a fight. Just her tongue loosened by the joy of Aemond’s sudden gentleness, brought on by unwarranted competition.

You’d been recently assigned to her quarters, she’d told him and you were very good at putting the children to sleep. You weren’t squeamish like the ladies of the court, would look at Helaena’s insects without problem and think nothing of her muttering under her breath, however strange her words might be. When the children were quiet, when Helaena herself hadn’t known what else to say, you had talked to her about the great locusts of the plains of Essos, told her stories of swarms of them, climbing atop the little babes, eating the grass so thoroughly no horse or cattle could survive on what was left.

But more so, you were kind and strong and willing to put the princess to bed when her head hurt so bad she could barely think. You stayed up with her when her dreams were more a punishment than reprieve from her reality, asleep in her bed besides her or waking up for her to tend to the babies. Not a wet nurse, but you had a good head on your shoulders for fussing and crying. She had come to depend on you really.

He had not liked it at all.

He’d blamed himself for being too engrossed in weapons training and Vhagar to have noticed your creeping, insidious influence on his sister. He’d questioned his mother and had found only her relief that at least Aegon left you alone, probably less out of kindness than out of distaste. You may have been coarse and rude and perhaps unfit to deal with anything but the lower floors of a castle, but the queen had had enough problems to deal with and at least you had a strong back and a mean glare that kept even princes away.

Not Aemond though.

He’d kept his good eye on you, and a new man-at-arms he trusted always at his sister’s side. Had even thought to corner you and put the fear of the gods in you lest you had thought Helaena alone and vulnerable. Had not even considered replacing your presence with his own, uneasy with how much the prospect thrilled him.

You’d looked up only once: a lightning quick glare for the One-Eyed Prince before the subservient mask was firmly back in place. And Aemond had been struck strangely silent by your odd red eyes and let you scurry away. Your coarse yellow hair had been escaping its thin bonnet and he’d known immediately.

Not Valyrian blood, not a misplaced bastard, not some political trick as he had suspected…

Albino.

Oh but Helaena did have quite a fondness for broken, repellent things.

He’d been less wary then, but no less watchful. He’d stopped to stare when he saw you carrying the princess’s tray or even one of her children up and down a corridor, infallible technique for getting them to sleep at last. He’d haunted his sister’s rooms, lurking in doorways, listening in to your accent (not Flea Bottom, but not court either, no one had taught you how to speak to your betters or even how to speak well at all, it seemed…) as you told Princess Helaena about having eleven cousins and wrestling them all into bed, about taking in laundry because you couldn’t take in sewing, about a crotchety old uncle who had broken his hip out at sea and needed minding now. An uncle who resented the minding and the niece and wife that kept him and his children fed. An uncle who sounded to Aemond’s hungry, savage loneliness a lot like a father and a king.

He does not hear the other talk, even if allowed to be present for it he would not consider it. He would have dismissed it as women talk, gossip, having seldom let himself dwell on kindness instead of grievance, succor instead of retaliation. He does not hear a beloved sister tell you to stay one step ahead of the dragon, as far away as you can manage, because dragons bring nothing but fire even if they love you, warm enough until it becomes death. She should know.

It does nothing to keep Aemond from following behind you. When you took the children and their mother down to the kitchens for hot milk with honey. When any of them were achy or colicky or cranky and you would put a shawl over them, babies or mother. When you insisted the princess and her children could do with a stroll and some sun, and Aemond found his heart aching with hideous envy because he could hear his sister laughing at your snappish kitchen talk, speaking softly and intimately to you, as hungry to give the attention as to receive it. (Even as his sorry, wicked heart screams out, it was mine, all this was meant for me, how dare you, how dare you take what I didn’t know I needed!) When you sang Helaena’s babies or Helaena herself to sleep and Aemond found he had to cover his ears against your strange, foreign crooning, that didn’t sound like King’s Landing but sounded treacherously like home. He’d had to flee to the training grounds and take out this all-consuming anger on something, drown out your husky, kind voice with the din of his sword against a shield. Hitting the wood over and over again until he tore it to splinters and Ser Criston had to hold him into stillness, knowing there was no comforting a dragon without getting burned.

“My prince.”

You would say when you fled a staircase he cornered you into.

“My prince.”

When you’d courtesy, clumsily, still too sour-faced and suspicious to do it gracefully, when he managed to catch you on your way out of Helaena’s room.

“My prince.”

The day he had decided that yes, your prince, was exactly what he’d be to you, what you’d say to him, in whatever way he’d manage to tear it from your throat, in spite of Aegon’s taunting and the visceral fear at his own woeful lack of knowledge in matters of the flesh.

Because he had decided if you had no problem taking from him, he would have no problem taking from you.

Because you’d said it to him on your way out of the washing court, bonnet gone and coarse yellow hair sticking out of your pinned braid like a frightful halo, a bright purple bruise already forming on your cheekbone, as you’d glared directly at him, challenge in your head held high, and the water splashed all across your linen apron, sticking to your skin so closely that Aemond should have had you right then and there.

Because you’d said it with a curt nod, like Ser Criston when he approved of a particularly good move Aemond had just learned in the training yard, like a general to a soldier, “My prince.”

Because he’d just seen you swing a chamber pot directly into a stable boy’s face after hearing him call Princess Helaena “daft,” bringing it swinging back to the other side of his face, contents and all, just to take a step back to bring a fist into the stable boy’s friend. Aemond had been too transfixed by the sight of your heaving chest and the splotchy red of your cheeks to intervene after you’d taken a half-hearted punch to the face, returned it in kind and thrown the now empty chamber pot at the whimpering serving boys at your feet.

“And clean up your bloody mess!” You’d said before washing your hands in the fountain and strolling out of the courtyard, about as triumphant and vicious as Prince Aemond himself had ever felt when defeating knight after knight, telling himself he was better, stronger, a more fit ruler than any of them would ever be.

“My prince,” you’d said with your curt, martial nod, with your ruby-red eyes and the split knuckles of your hand, wounds taken in the defense of Aemond’s sister, wounds that should have by right belonged to him.

He’d taken your wrist in his hand, grip monstrously strong, and watched you realize the mistake you had made in the proud tilt of your head. You had forgotten for a second that pride wasn’t for your class of people, less so when confronted by a prince of the realm. He’d watched you realize your danger and how you didn’t care, that if there was a price to pay for pride you might as well pay it… and had realized himself that he didn’t care much either. Because Aemond had decided in that moment that he liked the defiance and stubborn anger in your ruby-red gaze, just as much as he had liked the ringing din of the chamber pot breaking something in that stable boy’s face. The prince had smiled at you then, his hunting cat smile, the one men all over the Seven Kingdoms would learn to fear, as he let you pass. Your prince, you would call him again, he decided as he let you go. Your prince, he would hear you call him, on your knees, on your back and beneath him, anyway he could get you. Because he wanted it. Because he had known himself to be spoiling for a fight and would be spoiling for a fight his whole life, the moment he had gone looking for Vhagar, the largest living dragon in the world, and won her. As he would win you. On your knees, your back or beneath him, as you called him your prince, because you wanted to, not ripped out of you by fear and hope for profit but because you wanted him. He would teach you that. That there were none like him, Targaryen or otherwise. That he was your prince and more than. He would teach you this, just as he had begun to teach the world.

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen fanfiction #helaena targaryen #dothraki reader #eventual smut #hotd fanfic #and if the devil...

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lookinghalfacorpse · 5 months

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You don't have to respond to this one, but @ your last tags on the found family trope post, I can't say I haven't been curious if anything like that was ever the case. You've been so careful in painting everyone's relationship to be on trust and healthy reliance on one another in times of need, and Techno + Dream definitely have something more intimate and close going on (which I deeply appreciate btw- I couldn't bear it if someone tried to stick itwall!Dream as a brother to Techno, or put him in alongside Wilbur as a son figure to Phil :shudders:), so I'm VERY curious how detailed those thoughts have gotten at any point in time /lh /but genuine

(talking about my semi-cursed tags on this post)

yes i can talk about this all day !! i think the dynamic that doomsday trio brings is fascinating, and i don't blame those who see it as a nuclear family dynamic because i think the comparison does work in some places, but it's more complicated than that. i touched on it (in vaguely poetic terms) in this post, but i can give more detail here.

c!philza is an old man and an experienced father, and his instinct as a guardian is strong. this is the closest we get to a nuclear family format in itwall; phil definitely calls on some of his skills as a father when he helps dream, but it's a bit more complex than that. phil recognizes that dream is an adult in human years and doesn't need to be babied (hell, he doesn't even baby Wilbur, his own son who's around the same age!). dream needs care, he needs a mentor, and he needs a better self-preservation instinct before he kills himself. i think their relationship is closer to ancient grecian mentorship than fatherhood/sonhood, the only difference is that the mentee is on death's door for a while and needs some extra attention. phil sees himself in dream, dream sees phil as someone he might like to be, and there's a level of mutual respect there.

i also think that techno and dream have a sense of brotherhood, but in the same way that two athletic teammates have a brotherhood. they have a long history of trust between them, with room for playfulness and teasing. there's a lack of touch aversion (which is HUGE for dream), and dream initiates more of their touches (as opposed to phil, where he tends to be more submissive) (i'm thinkin about ch 12 & ch 19).

and, of course, techno & phil have a complicated relationship of their own. i'm always annoyed by headcanons that techno is phil's son-- we see plenty of interactions where they mutually worry over each other and care for each other. the will is Not written like a boy talking to his father. these two are lifelong partners, and that letter is written to someone who techno knows will understand him and trusts to carry out the more sentimental, intangible tasks, like talking to niki and ranboo, with very little instruction.

highly oversimplified but this is the idea. Techno and dream have similar relationships with phil but it's not really sonhood. all built on trust. they've proven to each other that they will keep each other safe.

and honestly.. none of those relationships would have to exclude sex or intimacy. equals/partners can have sex. comrades can have sex. mentors/mentees can have sex (i think people feel weird about this one, but again: think Ancient Grecian). i have Quite A Few scenes in my head about how their sexual relationships might work (especially in the early days when dream isn't feeling good...). i guess in light of everyone being more open about shipping i would consider writing them, i'd just keep them here instead of ao3.

i think both phil and techno consider dream to be heartstoppingly lovely. i think dream would love to be loved. i think phil&techno and techno&dream may have had some encounters Before the start of itwall, so it would just be a matter of tying it all together.

#asks #itwall #sorry i'm writing essays these days i'm just thinkin a lotta thoughts #affections

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that-fangirl-1106 · 7 months

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Having some interesting thoughts about König.

So idk if y’all have seen Don’t Worry Darling but I recently rewatched it and the whole thing is so König coded.

And it can go one of two ways

One - you’re his beloved wife. And he worries so much for your safety while he’s away on missions. And your happiness, he worries you’ll get tired of waiting around for him while he’s gone. Even though he makes great money in his position as a colonel, you insist on still having your job to help with the income. He knows you work yourself to death while he’s away because you can’t stand to come home to an empty house.

When he heard about the Victory project his interest was immediately peaked. Knowing that he could do this and you’d be safe, you’d be taken care of; happy with nothing to do but keep the home clean and look pretty for him <3 It tugs at his heart.

But he can imagine what you’d say

“It’s too expensive”

“I like working, I don’t want to give that up”

Or the worst scenario

That you’d think him crazy. That you’d think him absolutely insane for wanting to chain you to the bed and keep you in a practically comatose state 24/7. That you’d leave him.

And he cannot have that. He won’t. So he does it. He convinces himself that deep down you’d know he’s doing the right thing. You’d know he’s just taking care of you. You actually wanted this, you just didn’t know it.

Or two (and the most likely scenario, in my opinion) - you’re the cute little barista at the coffee shop on base. He comes to see you to get a coffee every day. He orders the same thing “coffee. Black, please.” in his thick German accent. You easily memorized his order and learned to already have it made when you see his tall, imposing figure approaching the coffee stand.

You thought he was cute; how he was so big but tried to make himself small when he was around you. How quiet he was and how it was almost like pulling teeth getting him to talk to you about his day. His responses were always short, even on the rare occasion that he initiated conversation with you.

“The weather is nice today.”

“Your hair is nice.”

“Your nails are different from last time.”

When you started leaving little notes and hearts on his cup, he took that as a sign that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

And what better way to have you than to take you. To take you to a place where you wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing. Where you can be his pretty little housewife. Safe and close to him.

He knew you’d put up a fight at first - he can tell how strong you are. But that would all be over soon. He would easily overpower you and get you nice and comfortable in his luxurious king sized bed. He’d have everything you need: an IV bag to keep you healthy, a wet rag to drop little bits of water into your mouth, and feeling tubes to keep you fed. He’d be the best caretaker, you’ll see.

He’ll write to your job and family, pretending to be you and saying that you had left and never wanted to see any of them. You were going to start a new life. A better life.

And in the Victory project, in the perfect world that you’d be waiting for him in, he would provide for you even better. Luxurious cars, your dream mansion, rows and rows of all the clothes you could ever want. You and him will be together.

Forever.

#call of duty mw2 #call of duty #konig x reader #konig headcanons #konig imagine #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig x you #konig #call of duty x reader #konig call of duty

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loveemagicpeace · 2 years

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☔️Astrology notes��

🌸I like how Capricorns rising care about others and never do reckless things. They will always provide security. They will never make you feel uncomfortable or harassed you in any way.

🫦The specialty of complex signs (taurus,scorpio,capricorn,pisces,sagittarius) is that they don’t show their side to everyone and share their dreams, goals, things they love, secrets with everyone, but only with those who are close to them.

♑️Capricorn will always do everything according to the rules. What I noticed is that someone who has Capricorn in their personal placements and will be sick, will always follow the doctor's instructions and take everything seriously. While someone who has, Sagittarius will take everything less seriously and will be much more optimistic (maybe even won't go to the doctor). Or he will spontaneously take some medicine just to feel better.

🪐Someone with saturn in 1st house will be very critical of himself and therefore will rarely ever talk about the things that happen to him or personal stuff/issues.For example: addiction of something or something that would not be changeable by society. Because you will feel that people will judge you.

☔️People who have a lot of taurus or dominant can often be jealous if people have more money than them or a better car. Taurus don't show it like that, but many times they look at the material side of people. They will be secretly jealous of the wealth of others.

🦋I think that scorpions are not evil, even if it sometimes looks that way. A person who has a scorpion makes many sacrifices for other people and helps them and wants to be there for them. When a Scorpio takes revenge, just wants you to feel the same pain he does. Here it is more about the emotional side than the physical. Because Scorpio revenges are always related to feelings.

🧩This does not mean for all gemini. But Gemini could be evil. Sometimes you can see pure evil in them because it looks like they have some darkness in them. Many geminis take revenge for no reason or do evil things for no reason. Geminis have many times more personality than is generally known, which means that their thoughts can constantly change. And in one moment they will do something without thinking. So when they become evil they know no bounds.

🐚 People who don't cancer placements or 5th house placements many times they don't want to have children or their focus is not focused in that direction.

🧸Pisces can spend their whole lives thinking about people who are no longer in their lives. Because they give a lot of focus to the past. Their subconscious constantly reminds them of past events and things. Therefore, they can also do some things unconsciously.

🩸Venus in Virgo pays a lot of attention to health and makes sure that others are healthy. You will always help others and give them advice on how to heal faster or stay healthy. The downside of this sign is that they can often be paranoid when things happen over which they have no control and especially when something is related to illness.

🔥 Mars represents your persistence and how persistent you are with things, people. For ex.: Mars in scoprio when you set your mind to something, you do it, and many times it has to do with your emotional nature. Mars in sagittarius when you decide to go somewhere, you will go and when you decide to believe in something, no one can stop you.

🌞I noticed that people who have the sun in the 8th house like to deal with extremely dark things, crimes, investigations, murders. They enjoy such things.

🧚🏼‍♀️Saturn in 3rd house takes people's words and what they say seriously. And they will always remember if you say something inappropriate or rude to them. Their words can also have a strong impact on people. They always say something that is powerful and deeply meaningful. They will often show the harsh reality.

🌙 People with the moon in the first house are very direct people and always show how they feel. They cannot hide their emotions but always show them outwardly. Many times they also have anger problems. If anyone gets angry and seems a little out of control, it's them.

-Rebekah🦋🧚🏼‍♀️☁️

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Hi,

Could you do yandere malleus x fem reader with Narcolepsy.

Perfect match I'd say lol

Rated Lime

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♡ What a pleasure it is to have you always cuddled up to him, his arms holding you steady on his lap or carrying you around places with him. You're like a stuffed animal, just way cuter, warmer, and more beloved than any other pet Malleus could have, your humanness serving him well if he needs to explain why he is bringing you around meetings and if you are the reason he's late. "Shh, my human is sleeping" or "She's just human. I can't leave her to fend on her own" are his favorite excuses. But Malleus doesn't care about the mean comments of others when he has you dozing in his arms, once again too tired to hear them either.

♡ He knows you can't help getting extremely tired ever so often, even just over tea. So he keeps you from going on extensive activities by yourself, preferably accompanying you himself or giving you into the trusted hands of his retainers. In a way, you resemble Silver in his sleepiness, and Malleus never quite minded him either. You are better, of course, a sight for sore eyes with your soft resting expression. The drowsy eyes and puffy face all scrunched up against his chest. And when you do the cute little thing where you grip his hand or clothes after he tugged you into bed, you can make this strong, noble fae swoon like nothing else in the world; dramatically sinking to the ground next to you and waiting for you to release his wildly throbbing heart from your beautifully persistent clutches.

♡ Malleus will spend hours sitting by your bedside, reading while petting your head. He could throw you around like a doll, but he is always gentle while you sleep peacefully. He just shifts you with his magic to make space for him, either to spoon or put your head in his lap instead. Who cares if you can't take a full walk through the Valley when you look so cute resting on a blanket between the flowers? You could pass off as a fairy yourself, and it makes his heart jump excitedly to think about how well you fit in with the surroundings that other people claim are his. Just like you ♥

♡ There are, of course, the occasional annoyances, like when someone tells him, you should get treated for your sleepiness since it's not healthy for you. How can it not be healthy when you look as cute as an angel whenever you have to stop an argument because you feel drowsy? What better could there be, sitting on his throne with your consistent breaths against his neck while he tends to his duties? You're not sick. This is heaven.

♡ Nonetheless, he'll get furious if people insist he puts you down or in your room while Malleus gets his well-earned sleepy cuddles from you. Takes a few changes in his staff until everybody knows there is no arguing about whether you should be attending his meetings or not. He's known to pluck out the eyes of others lusting over your innocently sleeping form, and some hands were shed when individuals joked about helping his darling out. Malleus doesn't take kindly to implications of others doing the things that only he gets to do.

♡ That said, you can't even remember the number of tears you shed over waking up, your body bruised, bitten, hickied, and either bare like the day you were born or clothed in fabrics you didn't even know Malleus owned. Perhaps it's better that you don't remember all the things Malleus does with you unless he wakes you which, to him, is just as pleasant as when you stay quiet and unresponsive while he enhances your dreams to the best of his ability.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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hi lana! i love your content and i was thinking if you'd accept this little request of mine: reader is pregnant, they find out they're having a girl and from that moment on joe is just mesmerized by the fact he's having a little girl. neither reader or joe had any preference, they just wanted the baby to be healthy and happy. the entire thing culminates with joe holding his little girl for the first time, crying and thanking the reader and he's really star struck.

“It’s a girl!”

Those 3 little worlds changed your lives for the better, not just knowing you had a healthy baby growing inside of you, but it altered the way you both felt towards the human you had in your stomach, now that she was marked with a gender; it kind of made the pregnancy feel more real.

From that moment on, there wouldn’t be a single second wasted where Joe wouldn’t be coming up with names for your little girl, giggling about who’s features she’d gain more of. Every moment spent laid with his hand stroking your ever changing tummy, promising her all the things he’s going to do right by her in life.

Joe spoilt her constantly even though she was still a couple of months off arriving, buying little bits and redecorating what was going to be her bedroom in a flash, prepping and excited for the moment he could hold his baby girl in his arms. Clothes, toys and lots of pink and white shone across your view in the bedroom, looking fit for a princess, his little princess.

The time finally came around when you gave birth 3 weeks prior to your due date, it was all a bit of a blur from your water breaking suddenly after being sat snuggled on the sofa with Joe and a curry he had prepared for dinner that night, but you’d since read that spicy food was what probably spurred on the labour.

You’d never seen a more happier gaze on Joe’s face than that of when he first got to hold his daughter in his arms, your love for him had never felt stronger. Daddy and baby together as one, ready to take on life together, you knew from that moment and every day on that he would protect her with all his might, just the way he promised. The loves of your life huddled perfectly. Her big brown eyes only added to the feeling, knowing she had gained the sweetness of his chocolate button eyes, the ones you fell in love with all of those years ago.

Joe looks on at you, tears flowing from his eye lids as he gives you the most real and enamoured smile, the dimples strong and raging, the rosiness in his cheeks purely from tiredness yet contentment showed that not only was he the most luckiest man in the world, but the proudest for what you’d given him, what you’d created together and what had brought your bond closer than you could ever thought possible.

You fell asleep for a few hours before waiting to be discharged from the hospital and you’d wake to find Joe rocking her in his arms, the same smile cultivating his features as his little finger was clutched by her tiny hand. “Daddy’s got you my sweet girl, you’re going to have such a fantastic life with me and mummy. We love you so much.”

Your eyes were droopy and full of exhaustion but you could peak just a little to see the way Joe was talking to her, full of intent expression and love, the way you’d always dreamed the father of your children would be.

He was simply star struck by his own daughter, the time he got to spend with her when he wasn’t away filming or doing conventions, he’d be straight back home with you, helping you out, getting up for the night feeds and you’d even find him as time went on missing in the middle of the night, only to find him in her bedroom, sound asleep on the carpet but his hand gripped to hers through the railings of the cot.

Joe would never stop thanking you for this precious gift and he’d never stop badgering you to have another either, he decided he wanted his own little cult of Quinn’s; it was something you were prepared to do since the first one went so well.

#my asks #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #chocolate button eyes #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn blurb #joseph quinn x fem!reader

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widow-tarot · 2 years

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PAC: Channeled Message From Your Person

GROUPS: 1 - 2- 3 4 - 5- 6

INSTRUCTION: Think of a specific person and choose a picture you're the most drawn to. Don't choose more than two groups. The message can be read as either platonic or romantic.

Before the big PAC: Your Next Significant Love Connection, we are gonna do a short channeled message from your person. Have fun!

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Decks used: The Dreamkeepers Tarot.

GROUP 1

QUOTES:

We have found out that blood smells only of blood.

You said I killed you. Haunt me then.

I loved my friend. They went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, soft as it began - I loved my friend.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(Hanged Man, 8 of Wands Reversed, Queen of Swords Reversed, 6 of Pentacles, 6 of Cups Reversed)

Disclaimer: Two different messages come through (they are either asking if you're gonna wait for them OR they're telling you they're gonna wait for you).

Will you wait for me? Will you be here, next to me, even after all these years and after all that happened between us? Will you forgive me again? Will you care about me like before? I know I don't deserve you. I know you and I take advantage of that, just to keep you by my side, just to keep you coming back to me. It's not like I don't know and it's not like you don't know. We understand each other, we see each other for who we truly are, and maybe that's why it's so hard to let go of each other once and for all. I don't know how to tell you what I feel and I am afraid to talk to you again because you see right through me. We have a rough history; both good and bad moments seem to have similar value, yet when I notice you looking at me, all I can see is pain in your eyes.

ZODIACS:

Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Taurus, Sagittarius.

More detailed placements: significant Neptune, Mercury in Sagittarius, Moon in Taurus, Sun in Scorpio, strong Libra influence.

SONGS:

I'm Too Broken by Beowulf, rolando

Fuck it I love you by Lana Del Rey

Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 2

QUOTES:

I still forget we're not even friends. I still wake up with things to tell you.

I think you know how to love better than any of us and that's why you find it all so painful.

I want to meet you in every place I ever loved.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(Queen of Swords, King of Cups Reversed, The Lovers Reversed, Death Reversed, 9 of Wands Reversed)

I'm out of my mind when I'm with you, I feel like I'm going crazy. We have natural chemistry but it's not healthy. I feel like I'm just going in circles with you, making the same mistakes over and over again, having the same conversation just with different details, arguing over the same things. I'm stuck and I don't know what to do. I can't let you go but I can't keep you. I don't have enough strength to fight for this anymore, I'm tired of the cycle we find ourselves in. I need to walk away from this connection. I need to walk away from you. Please don't resent me for it, please don't ask me to stay. It's difficult enough.

ZODIACS:

Libra, Gemini, Pisces, Scorpio, Sagittarius.

More detailed placements: significant Libra/Gemini/Pisces/Scorpio placements, Moon in Sagittarius.

SONGS:

Pray by Beowulf

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

Star Treatment by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 3

QUOTES:

I have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me.

She kissed me or maybe I kissed her. We didn't want it to end so we made it forever. I woke up and it felt like I had dreamed her up.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

I don't know where to put it. All this love I have for her.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(The Devil, 3 of Cups Reversed, 4 of Pentacles Reversed, Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Wands Reversed).

Disclaimer: Two messages come through.

It's almost unreal what we have, sometimes it feels like a fairy tale. I don't believe in magic or soulmates but this gives me hope that there is something out there that brings people together. I have a slight obsession with you and I know it's toxic to keep you with me at all times. I will give you everything you want; new clothes, a new house, gifts. I want you to feel loved and I want to know there is no one before me. You are the only one in my life.

I don't feel attracted to you anymore and I know that is not a good excuse for cheating. Maybe I'm just someone who can't be with one person because then I get bored and look for alternatives. Maybe I shouldn't have committed to this connection with you and to be honest, I'm not sure if I ever should commit again. I'm a wanderer, a traveler. Everywhere I go, I want to leave my mark. I don't want to lose you but I can't promise you that you'll be the only one in my life.

ZODIAC:

Capricorn x2, Cancer, Earth/Fire Placements, strong Capricorn vibes.

More detailed placements: Mercury in Cancer, Sun in Capricorn, strong Capricorn influence.

SONGS:

Falling Again (Low & Slow Version) by Beowulf, Koji, Oliver Lucas

How to disappear by Lana Del Rey

Old Yellow Bricks by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 4

QUOTES:

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.

I knew from the moment I met you I'd spent a lifetime missing you.

I beg of you. Understand me. Guess what I can no longer tell you. Sense my thoughts, comprehend them and me.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(3 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles, The Sun, Judgement, Ace of Pentacles Reversed)

I'm not sure what you see in me. I'm not someone who has lots to offer when it comes to possessions and finances and I know your parents/friends don't see me in a positive light. But I'm so glad you chose me to be in your life. I'm so happy with you and I hope you're happy with me as well. We can build and create so much together! We are like a power duo, we work so well together and we understand each other greatly. We are both dreamers but we know how to make our fantasies come true! We have different skills but they complement each other so well! I'm glad we found each other. I hope we will never have to be separated.

ZODIAC:

Leo, Earth placements, Scorpio, Aries, Capricorn.

More detailed placements: Sun in Aries, Mars in Capricorn, significant Sun/Pluto influence, strong earth influence.

SONGS:

Morning Coffee by Beowulf

The greatest by Lana Del Rey

R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 5

QUOTES:

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it?

You said I killed you. Haunt me then.

I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound like the snapping of a flower's stem.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(7 of Swords, 5 of Cups Reversed, Knight of Wands, 5 of Wands Reversed, 6 of Swords Reversed)

I never wanted to hurt you and I never wanted to fight with you. Everything happened so fast. I lost sight of what was important and followed the wrong path. I chose others over you, I put a knife in your back and as a result, I received short-lived fun. Was it worth it? No. I absolutely regret everything that I've done but I don't know how to get back to you. Will you forgive me? I think the pain is too great to ever forget what happened, but maybe there is a chance to let me back into your life, to give me one last chance.

ZODIAC:

Leo x2, Scorpio, Aquarius x2.

More detailed placements: Mercury/Moon in Aquarius, Saturn in Leo, Mars in Scorpio, significant/influential Leo placements.

SONGS:

You Better Catch The Train by Madson, Beowulf

Norman fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey

When The Sun Goes Down by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 6

QUOTES:

I'm not beautiful but I could be.

I don't know where to put it. All this love I have for her.

We pretend we don't notice how far we've drifted apart.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(7 of Swords Reversed, 10 of Cups, 4 of Swords Reversed, 5 of Wands Reversed, Justice)

I'm not going anywhere. No matter what you say or what will happen between us, I'm going to remain by your side. You are the only person I could truly be happy around and you make me want to keep living. I'm not giving up on our connection, no matter if there are good or bad times. I'm with you through thick and thin; I know you will stay with me too. I think this is something we repeat from our past life - we are meant to stay in each other's life. This is our karma and our blessing. We can never be truly apart.

ZODIAC:

Pisces, Libra, Aquarius x2, Aries.

More detailed placements: influential/significant Libra placements, Moon in Aquarius, Mars in Pisces, Venus in Aquarius, Venus in Aries.

SONGS:

today is a gift by Beowulf

Get Free by Lana Del Rey

Arabella by Arctic Monkeys

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