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rachalixie · 1 year

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Can I request comforting Lee know during the stressful comeback when he’s all exhausted and stressed and y/n does her best to be there for him even though he’s stubborn

a/n: this. this request warmed my heart. i needed time to sort out my thoughts bc the urge to care for this boy is so??? strong?????

you usually don’t bother minho when he’s working; he tends to gets so fixated on what he’s doing that his attention rarely strays from it. even if you try, you’re met with absent-minded answers that he apologies for after, but his passion is one of the things that you fell in love with so you can’t complain much.

but with their new comeback he’s always worrying, working nonstop to make sure his members have the choreography just right. it’s different than before - he doesn’t rest until it’s perfect, not a single foot or finger out of place.

he’s sitting and watching the practice videos when you get home, his gaze bleary like he’s been staring at the screen for hours upon hours. he doesn’t look up when you move towards him, pressing your body to his side and a kiss to his cheek.

“hi, mine,” he mumbles, his hand reaching up to distractedly pet your cheek as he continues to click through the video, looking for imperfections even where there weren’t any.

“how long have you been sitting here?” you ask, rubbing what’s sure to be a sore shoulder with your hand. the muscle feels tight under your fingers, a sign that he’s been here longer than he’s willing to admit.

“not long,” sure enough, he’s understating. he sags when you click your tongue.

“you need to take a break baby,” you press, voice even and without judgment. you know that when he gets like this, the harder you push the more he pushes back.

“can’t,” he mutters, fingers flying again. “have to make sure this is perfect.”

“you trust your members right?” you ask, moving two fingers under his jaw, turning his head towards you and making sure he looks you in the eyes. they’re red-rimmed and drowsy, dark bags already beginning to form under them. he finally releases the mouse and keyboard from his grip.

“of course,” he says, voice strong with conviction. you knew this was the way to get through to him, it’s a practiced art that you’ve been trying to perfect for a while.

“then trust that they will get it right. they have the best teacher, you’re more than anyone could ever ask for. they will meet you halfway.” you’re almost pleading now, desperate for him to see that he deserves to rest.

“they will,” he nods, eyes clearing up bit by bit. “but…”

“sweetheart,” the name slips out of your mouth naturally as you wrap your arms around his neck. “you work so hard already. you’re allowed to take a break.”

he leans into your embrace and lets out a deep sigh. his breath warms your shoulder as he finally nods, making you release your own breath of relief.

“okay,” he says, sagging further into you and letting you run a hand through his mussed hair.

“c'mon. let’s take a bath. then i’ll feed you and we lay down together,” you help him up, steadying him with a giggle when his knees buckle under him from disuse.

he sits on the closed lid of the toilet as you ready the bath, head resting on his hand and eyes incredibly fond. his gaze is just as unwavering as it was before, but this time his attention is on you. you can’t help but feel a bit warm at the affection he’s showing you; no matter how much you know he loves you more than he loves his work (or, at the very least just as much), it’s a nice reminder to have. even when his eyes are tired, they’re bright as they watch you.

you sit between his legs in the bath, the warm water sending clouds of steam into the air, shrouding you both in a vanilla sweet blanket. he dozes off behind you, head resting on your shoulder and soft puffs of breath hitting your ear. the steady rise and fall of his chest lulls you into a light sleep too.

you don’t even regret it when you both wake up later, fingers and toes pruned so badly that you order in instead of cooking for him. you eat in bed, a rare thing for him. he prefers not allowing food into his sheets, not wanting to stain the crisp white bedding accidentally, but one doe-eyed look from you makes him cave fast.

you fall asleep curled up into each other, takeout containers forgotten at the foot of the bed, you following him into his dreams.

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soft hours

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #stray kids drabbles #skz soft hours #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts

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angelicvity · 6 months

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super shy, tsundere chou tzuyu x fem reader

genre : fluff

a/n : part 1 is here

tzuyu, the feisty and tsundere girlfriend, had always prided herself on being independent and strong-willed. but when a sudden bout of sickness struck her, she found herself in a vulnerable position. however, her pride prevented her from reaching out to y/n, her loving girlfriend, for help.

as her symptoms worsened, tzuyu couldn't deny the fact that she needed assistance. she lay in bed, feeling weak and miserable, but stubbornly refused to admit it. deep down, she knew y/n would gladly take care of her, but her embarrassment held her back.

y/n, perceptive as ever, noticed tzuyu's unusual behavior and sensed that something was amiss. with concern in her eyes, she approached tzuyu, gently placing a hand on her forehead. "tzuyu, you seem really sick. are you okay?"

tzuyu tried to brush it off, her cheeks flushing slightly. "i'm fine. it's just a small cold. i don't need your help."

y/n's brows furrowed with worry, but she respected tzuyu's stubbornness. "alright, if you say so. but remember, i'm here for you whenever you need me."

days passed, and tzuyu's condition continued to deteriorate. she struggled to get out of bed, feeling weak and lightheaded. the mounting frustration and discomfort finally overwhelmed her pride, and she couldn't bear it any longer.

with a sigh of defeat, tzuyu finally admitted to herself that she needed y/n's help. summoning all her courage, she sent a text message to y/n, albeit with a hint of tsundere tone.

tzuyu: "hey, you. don't think i'm asking for your help or anything, but i'm feeling really sick. maybe... if you're not busy, you could bring over some soup or something."

y/n's heart skipped a beat as she read tzuyu's message. she immediately set aside everything and rushed to the kitchen to prepare a nourishing bowl of soup for her sick girlfriend. with a smile on her face, she texted back.

y/n: "of course, i'm only doing it because i want to. i'll bring the soup over right away. just sit tight."

minutes later, y/n arrived at tzuyu's doorstep, carrying a steaming bowl of homemade soup. she walked into the room, her eyes softening with concern as she saw tzuyu curled up in bed, looking uncharacteristically small and vulnerable.

tzuyu averted her gaze, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "i told you i don't need your help. but... thanks for coming anyway."

y/n chuckled softly, placing the bowl of soup on the bedside table. she sat down beside tzuyu and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. "you may not want to admit it, but i know you need me right now. and i'm more than happy to take care of you, tzuyu."

tzuyu's eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "you're annoyingly persistent, you know that?"

y/n grinned. "i'll take that as a compliment. now, enough talking. eat your soup and get some rest. i'll be here by your side, taking care of you until you're back to your usual feisty self."

as tzuyu took a spoonful of soup, her heart warmed at y/n's unwavering support and love. in that moment, she realized that vulnerability and asking for help didn't make her weak; it only strengthened their connection as a couple.

days turned into nights, and y/n stayed faithfully by tzuyu's side, tending to her needs and offering comfort. they shared moments of laughter and deep conversations, strengthening the bond between them.

one evening, as the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, tzuyu's fever finally broke. she lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling a renewed sense of strength and gratitude.

y/n, sitting beside her, noticed the change in tzuyu's demeanor. with a tender smile, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on tzuyu's forehead.

tzuyu's eyes shot open, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and her breath hitched in her throat. she blinked at y/n, momentarily lost for words.

y/n, noticing tzuyu's flustered reaction, couldn't help but smile. "you're so adorable when you're flustered."

tzuyu's blush deepened, and she averted her gaze, suddenly finding immenseinterest in the soup bowl. "i-i'm not... it's just... you caught me off guard, that's all."

y/n chuckled softly, her hand reaching out to gently tilt tzuyu's chin upward, making her meet their gaze. "you don't have to be embarrassed, jagi. i couldn't help myself. i just wanted to show you how much i care."

tzuyu's eyes softened, and she mustered a shy smile. "i know you care. and... i appreciate it. more than i can express."

y/n's smile grew wider, their thumb brushing lightly against tzuyu's cheek. "good. because I'll always be here for you, taking care of you, even if you try to push me away."

tzuyu's stubborn façade began to crumble, revealing the vulnerability underneath. she leaned into y/n's touch, her voice barely above a whisper. "thank you, love. for everything."

y/n leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches away from tzuyu's ear. "you're welcome, jagi. and just so you know, i'm always going to be here, kissing away your worries and making you feel loved."

tzuyu's blush intensified, her heartbeat quickening at Y/N's words. she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her chest, melting away her tough exterior. with a mix of shyness and newfound courage, she whispered back, "i wouldn't mind more of those kisses."

y/n's eyes sparkled with delight, and with a mischievous grin, she placed a tender kiss on tzuyu's cheek. "consider it done, my adorable tsundere."

in that moment, tzuyu realized that vulnerability and allowing herself to be cared for didn't diminish her strength or independence. jnstead, it deepened the bond she shared with y/n, bringing them closer together in a love that was tender, passionate, and filled with moments of sweet fluster and affectionate kisses.

and so, as the days turned into weeks, their love story continued to unfold, with tzuuyu and y/n navigating life's challenges hand in hand, supporting and caring for each other every step of the way.

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solomons-poison · 3 months

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I keep thinking of Silvio with his first kid, I feel like he'd end up with either all boys or at least majority boys. But generally thinking how soft he becomes for multiple reasons.

His family life was shit, one parent that manipulated him and the other that openly hated him. No luck with his siblings either, for multiple reasons. He grew up expecting people to only ever want something, specifically money, from him, and it skewed his view on relationships and family so much.

But now, now he has you.

Someone who was so ridiculously honest and and kind-hearted and sassy and stubborn that he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Someone that didn't just want him for his fortune or for special favors, but saw through his difficult sides and defensive nature and need to solve all things with money and accepted him anyway (even if it involved some fighting and arguments along the way).

He never could have predicted having a loving family, someone that treats him like an actual human being and not just a get-rich-quick scheme personified, being willing to touch someone with vulnerability and opening his heart to them. Honestly, part of him expected his work might kill him one day; before you, it probably would have been a blessing to die on the seas with his crew, away from the troubles of his kingdom and the hatred of his family. That, or maybe his thirst would finally consume him, the expensive wines he invested in finally taking him in the end.

It was a selfish thought, because he cared for his kingdom and worked hard to make it strong, that was his responsibility as prince. But sometimes, if he let himself think too long on it, it became too much for him. As much as he spouted that money was all that mattered, his heart still felt differently, and it was killing him inside. But meeting you saved him, in more ways than one.

Bringing you home to Benitoite, introducing you to the nation and the king and queen, getting married, it was all so unreal and like a fantasy. Sometimes Silvio was convinced he was just dreaming a drunken dream, and he'd have to slap himself or pinch himself to make sure it was reality. You did your best to assure him you really were there with him, your love and your warmth was real, but you couldn't blame him for how he felt knowing just a fraction of what he'd been through.

That dream-like feeling continued even as you eventually told him you were expecting, as he watched over the months as your belly grew and felt the small kicks of life. Of course he was happy, but he was terrified, too. Terrified that the only good thing in his life would be ripped away, like so much else, that someone or something would take the last bit of light from him and he'd go back to the half-alive existence he had before. He focused his anxieties into protecting you, staying by your side and holding you close. But sometimes the only things keeping him sane were your touches and your reassurances, reminding him you were always with him, that not even the strongest forces of nature could take you away from him. And he'd melt into your kiss, engraving the feel of your lips and your warmth into his heart so he'd never forget.

Things only stopped feeling like a dream when, after hours of labor and frantic pacing, he was finally holding his son, the newest prince of Benitoite and newest addition to the royal family. Just holding that wrapped, wriggling bundle in his arms, sharp wails of tiny lungs piercing his eardrums, finally cinched it all together. He wasn't adrift anymore, he wasn't ready to die with his boat or from excess drink. He had you, your unwavering love and resilience and wit, and this new life that you'd gifted him, that you'd made together. And he'd be damned if anything was going to take that away from him.

Having a family is foreign to him, a loving partner and a child that seeks him out (he will always think of the first time he heard "da da" and thought his heart would explode). Sometimes many times he worries that he'll do something to fuck it up, that he might act like his father or that you'll come to your senses and leave him for someone better. It takes a lot for him to unlearn these feelings, to work past these anxieties, because he wants to be the best he can be for you and his growing family. But he gets there, trusting in you and in himself that you two have got this, that it'll take more than an army to separate you from the people he cares about.

On occasion, he still thinks about if this is an elaborate dream, although the thought is more one in passing than a legitimate worry these days. But if this is a dream, it's one he never wants to wake up from.

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astrojulia · 11 months

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Hello! Would you kindly considering making a “All About Taurus” post? 🌺

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Hello Siren! I see no problem, I love when people wants more of a series that I started by myself... I feel like at least there's someone interested. So here we go! Kisses from the Sea!

₊˚ପ⊹ Peace seekers – Taurus people are inherently drawn to peace and tranquility. They yearn for moments of serenity and often seek to create a harmonious environment around them. Conflict and disturbances can disrupt their sense of calm, so they prefer to avoid confrontations and maintain their own peaceful corner.

₊˚ପ⊹ Independent and entrepreneurial – Taurus possess a strong sense of direction and are driven to achieve financial stability on their own terms. They have a direct approach to their goals and are willing to put in the necessary effort to succeed. Their determination and practicality make them natural entrepreneurs who strive for personal and financial independence.

₊˚ପ⊹ Great advisors - they have a grounded and realistic perspective on life. They can offer practical advice to others, particularly to those who are seeking guidance. Their down-to-earth nature allows them to see through illusions and provide honest insights, making them valuable advisors. Pisces and Cancer individuals, who are often dreamers, may appreciate the practicality and realism that Taurus brings to the table (our sweet trine).

₊˚ପ⊹ Attracted to trust and stability – Trust and stability hold great importance for Taurus individuals in their relationships. They seek genuine connections with people who are committed to supporting one another's growth. They value reliable and loyal companionship, as they thrive in an environment where trust and stability are present.

₊˚ପ⊹ Impatience with waiting – While Taurus have a strong relationship with their own sense of time and pace, they can become impatient when waiting for others. They value their own schedules and dislike wasting time. Waiting for decisions or the arrival of others can be frustrating for them, as they prefer efficiency and promptness.

₊˚ପ⊹ Defensive when attacked – The symbol of the bull represents Taurus' nature when feeling threatened. They are known to adopt a defensive stance and may even launch a direct attack when they perceive a threat. Taurus people are fiercely protective of themselves and their loved ones, and they will go to great lengths to remove any obstacles or enemies that come their way.

₊˚ପ⊹ Directness in communication – They are known for their practicality, which extends to their communication style. They prefer to express themselves clearly and concisely, aiming to convey their message effectively with minimal misunderstandings. They appreciate good communication skills in others, as it allows for smooth and efficient interactions.

₊˚ପ⊹ Extreme stubbornness – Taurus people are often renowned for their stubbornness. While they may exhibit flexibility in certain aspects of their lives to maintain harmony, they generally have a strong determination and steadfastness in their beliefs and decisions. Their unwavering nature can be attributed to their fixed earth sign quality.

₊˚ପ⊹ Dedication to loved ones – When Taurus develop deep connections with others, they exhibit unwavering devotion. They are willing to go to great lengths and overcome challenges to support and uplift those they care about. Taurus people find joy in nurturing their loved ones and often express their affection through quality time and thoughtful gestures.

₊˚ପ⊹ Desire for safety – They thrive on stability and predictability. They prefer to plan and organize their lives meticulously, disliking surprises or unexpected changes. Taurus individuals find comfort in having a sense of security, and sudden deviations from their plans can provoke frustration and anger.

₊˚ପ⊹ Realistic and responsible – Taurus people have a strong connection to reality and tend to approach situations with a practical mindset. They are known for their grounded nature and may even display a more pessimistic outlook at times due to their focus on realism. They take their responsibilities seriously and often prioritize stability and practicality over idealistic notions.

₊˚ପ⊹ Resilience and perseverance – They possess an inherent toughness and resilience. Regardless of how many times they face setbacks, they have the ability to rise above challenges and continue striving for their goals. Some Taurus adapt and create new plans to achieve their objectives, while others may persist in pursuing the same path due to their strong determination.

₊˚ପ⊹ Loyalty – Building trust with Taurus individuals can be a gradual process. Once they feel secure and confident in a relationship, they demonstrate unwavering loyalty. They expect the same level of commitment and faithfulness from those they hold dear. They deeply value trust and loyalty in their connections and cherish relationships where these qualities are reciprocated.

₊˚ପ⊹Intuition for deception – Taurus people possess a keen sixth sense when it comes to detecting falsehoods or nonsensical statements. They have an innate ability to sense when someone is being deceptive or dishonest, which stems from their heightened intuition. They value honesty and authenticity, and they may become wary or distant when they sense deception in others.

₊˚ପ⊹ Love rooted in trust – They approach love cautiously and require a strong foundation of trust before fully surrendering to their emotions. They are not inclined towards love at first sight and tend to take their time to develop deep and meaningful connections. They prefer a gradual progression in relationships, engaging in conversations, discovering shared interests, and savoring the romance with a touch of sophistication.

₊˚ପ⊹ Reaction to betrayal – Betrayal can deeply affect Taurus individuals, and they often go through a period of emotional turmoil when faced with such situations. They can experience a prolonged period of sadness and find it challenging to move on from the pain of betrayal. They take loyalty and trust seriously, and breaches in these areas can have a significant impact on their emotional well-being.

₊˚ପ⊹ Frustration with indecision – Taurus people tend to be decisive and appreciate clear and direct communication. They have little patience for those who are indecisive or sit on the fence. They heprefer straightforwardness and dislike the ambiguity that comes with indecision, as it can impede progress and hinder efficiency.

₊˚ପ⊹ Appreciation for sophistication – Ruled by Venus, the planet of love and beauty, Taurus people have a natural inclination towards comfort, beauty, and elegance. They seek out aesthetically pleasing environments and appreciate refined experiences. They have a refined taste and often gravitate towards sophisticated and luxurious elements in various aspects of their lives.

₊˚ପ⊹ Timeless romantics – Taurus individuals approach romance with a measured pace, savoring the process of getting to know their partners step by step. They enjoy engaging in conversations, exploring common interests, and allowing love to unfold gradually. They appreciate a touch of subtlety and sophistication in their romantic endeavors, often finding overt displays of affection overwhelming or excessive.

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novamariestark · 6 months

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Shadows to Sunlight [Part 2]

Summary: When you tell your father about your relationship with Bucky, he tells you to break up with him or he'll kick Bucky out. So you leave with Bucky

Warnings: none

Word count:��2155

Tony cleared his throat, and both you and Bucky stirred. You looked up, your eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. Bucky, on the other hand, shifted to sit up, his gaze meeting Tony's.

"What's going on here?" Tony's voice was strained, his eyes flicking between you and the former assassin.

You bit your lip, searching for the right words. He was the only one who didn’t know about you and Bucky. You knew he’d react like this, "Dad, we... Bucky's been having nightmares…"

Tony's jaw clenched, and he took a step further into the room. "This isn’t happening, Y/N. You can't be... involved with him like this."

“Like what?”

“Like a couple. That will never happen. I forbid it,”

“It’s already happened,”

“What?”

“Bucky’s my boyfriend,”

“I said ‘it’s not happening’,” he seethed, “Either you end this, or he’s out,”

Your expression hardened, and you sat up, your resolve clear. "If you kick Bucky out, I go with him. You'll never see me again."

A heavy silence filled the room, the weight of your words sinking in. Tony couldn't bear the thought of losing his daughter, not after everything you had been through.

"Haven't you taken enough from me?" Tony's voice wavered as he turned to Bucky, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and pain. "First, my parents, and now my daughter?"

Bucky's expression softened, and he stood, giving you space to talk to your father, “Bucky,” you called after him, but he shut the door behind him. The room felt charged with emotions, and the decisions made tonight would alter the course of your lives.

As you looked at each other, torn between your love for one another and the circumstances that threatened to tear you apart, you both knew that something had to give. But you also knew that that he was a stubborn ass. So he probably wouldn’t budge.

You had always been your father's daughter, strong-willed and defiant when necessary. As you slowly pushed the blankets off you and climbed out of bed, it was clear that you had made up your mind.

"I love Bucky," you declared, your voice trembling as you wiped the tears from your cheeks. Your resolve was unwavering, and your eyes locked onto your father's with a determined gaze.

“He’s a murderer. He’s lucky I let him stay here in the first place,” Tony snipped

"Lucky?" you scoffed, incredulous at your father's words. You shook your head in disbelief, a hint of anger in your eyes. "Lucky?" you repeated, did you hear right? You took a step closer, your expression intense. "Was he born into money? Was he free to make his own decisions?"

He opened his mouth to counter, but you didn’t let him speak you went back to packing your bag. Your hands moved hastily, folding clothes and grabbing essential items. You’d defend Bucky until your last breath and you didn't hold back. "What about what you did? Weapons? Ultron? Sokovia?" your voice took on a low, fierce growl, as you reminded your father of his own past mistakes.

You were undeterred, your voice steady as you stood your ground. “It might have been his hand, but it wasn't his mind," you insisted.

As you zipped up your bag, your voice trembled with determination as you told your father, "He's been through a lot too.” With your bag in hand, you walked past your dad and left your room, heading to Bucky’s.

You found him in his room and your voice was firm but filled with love as you told him, "Come on, we're leaving."

Bucky, his eyes filled with guilt, hesitated. "I don't want to come between you two. I'm not worth it," he confessed.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gently cupped his face in your hands. "You're not going back. I won't let it happen," you vowed, your voice quivering.

Bucky sighed, a heavy weight on his shoulders. "He's right. I've already taken so much from him."

With all the love in your heart, you insisted, "But it wasn't you, baby. It was Hydra,” you wiped the tears from his eyes, “My baby would never hurt anybody,”

As you and Bucky left the compound behind, you headed to your apartment, a gift from Tony for your high school graduation. It had been a while since you last stayed there, having spent most of your time at the compound. You were only going to be there for summer vacation but when Bucky started staying with you, you stayed there. So, it was no surprise that when you arrived, the apartment had a layer of dust covering some of the furniture. You turned to Bucky with a soft smile. "Welcome to our new temporary home."

Bucky's eyes scanned the apartment, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "It's nice," he said as he walked to look out of the window.

“You okay?” you asked, walking over to wrap you arms around his waist, resting you head on his shoulder.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life, baby,” you told him without hesitation, kissing his stubbled cheek. You unwrapped your arms from around his waist and walked over to your bag, reaching in to grab your phone. You knew you needed to keep Steve in the loop, so you sent him a text to explain the situation:

Hey, Steve. Dad threatened to kick Bucky out, so we've left the compound. Bucky's with me, and you're welcome to join us. – Y/N

The events of the day had left you both emotionally drained, and you were in dire need of distraction. You turned on your TV and sat on your couch, patting the seat beside you for Bucky to take. He gave you that beautiful, adorable smile before moving to sit beside you. As you scrolled through the list of available movies, you snuggled into Bucky's side, your head resting on his shoulder. Bucky gently placed a kiss on the top of your head. You lifted your head to face him, you leaned in a pressed a kiss to his perfect pillowy lips, pouring every bit of love into that one kiss.

With your fingers intertwined, you watched a movie you chose, your laughter mingling with the soft hum of the television. A sudden knock echoed through the room. You gently disentangled yourself from Bucky’s arms, with your hair tousled from leaning on his shoulder, slowly moved to open the door. Standing on the other side was Steve, a concerned expression etched across his face.

"Hey, Stevie," you greeted him, offering a small, tired smile. You stepped aside to allow him into the apartment.

Steve's eyes swept over you both and a small smile touched his lips. "Hey, you two okay?" he asked.

You both nodded, "I have Bucky caught up to where we are with Friends," You suggested, looking to Steve. "You wanna watch with us?"

The soft glow of the television illuminated the room, and the familiar theme song filled the air as you all settled in to watch "Friends."

You, unable to resist the magnetic pull of Bucky, snuggled back up to him on the couch. You rested your head on his shoulder. Bucky, in turn, wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even nearer.

Steve, sitting beside Bucky, couldn't help but smile at the sight of you two together. He was glad to see his friend look so happy and content. As the episodes played on, your laughter and playful commentary filled the room.

As Phoebe tried to seduce Chandler, you couldn't contain your laughter. "This is going to be good," you said, your eyes sparkling with amusement. Bucky chuckled and Steve joined in with his own brand of humor.

As your "Friends" marathon continued, you began to feel the comforting embrace of sleep drawing you in. The sound of the sitcom's laugh track, combined with the warmth of Bucky's chest created a cozy cocoon. Bucky noticed you drifting off and gently adjusted his arm to cradle your head, allowing you to find a comfortable position on his chest. He looked over at Steve, his expression reflecting the guilt he had been feeling.

"Steve," Bucky began in a low voice, so as not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the woman in his arms. "I don't know if I'm worth all this trouble. Tony... he's got a right to be angry."

Steve looked at Bucky, "Bucky, you are worth it," he assured, his voice unwavering. "And Y/N knows that too. She loves you. It wasn't you. Nothing that the Winter Soldier did was your fault. It was Hydra's manipulation. You deserve happiness, Buck,"

Bucky's eyes returned to your sleeping face, “She makes me happy,”

Steve let a smirk paint his face, “I know,”

As the last episode of "Friends" came to an end, Bucky and Steve decided it was time to call it a night. They shared a knowing look and turned off the TV. They were watching the show with you, and it didn't feel right without you.

Bucky effortlessly lifted you into his arms, your sleep-laden form barely causing a stir. He looked to Steve, his expression quizzical as he didn’t know where your room was.

“Oh it’s the door on the far left,” Steve chuckled at Bucky's expression, "Not what you think," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "Y/N let me stay here when I was looking for a place in DC. I have my own room here."

Bucky nodded and he carried you to your room, careful not to wake you. Gently, he placed you on the bed and watched you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. He chucked off his shoes and his shirt and climbed in next to you.

You and Bucky were jolted awake by a sudden, loud knocking at the front door of your apartment. Disoriented and still half-asleep, you exchanged glances before hurrying into the hallway. Steve had poked his head out from his bedroom, curious about the noise.

With a deep breath to steady herself, you went to open the door. Bucky and Steve stood close behind her, ready for whatever might be on the other side. As you swung the door open, you found your father standing there with a stern expression.

Tony's gaze locked onto you, his features a mix of anger and concern. "We need to talk," he said.

You glanced at Bucky and Steve and nodded, and they both left the room to give you space. You stepped back to allow him to enter the apartment. And you braced yourself for another difficult conversation.

You crossed your arms, “Well?”

Tony cleared his throat, his expression softening with a hint of vulnerability. "I've thought about it, Y/N," he began, "and I've decided that Bucky can come back to the compound." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I realize that what happened to my parents was not his fault. He was under Hydra's control."

Your eyes widened with surprise, and your gaze shifted briefly to where Bucky and Steve went.

"I'm willing to forgive him," Tony continued, "because I know he's not that person anymore. And if he's brought you happiness, then I can't stand in the way of that."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you’d been holding, you approached him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Dad,"

Tony hugged you back, "I love you, Y/N. And I want you to be happy."

Bucky and Steve re-entered the room. The air grew tense as Tony stepped closer to Bucky. You and Steve watched anxiously. Tony extended his hand towards Bucky, and the two men locked eyes for a moment that seemed like an eternity, “If you break my daughter's heart, you won't get a second chance."

Bucky nodded solemnly, showing his understanding of the gravity of those words. "I promise you, Tony, I'll do everything in my power to protect her and make her happy."

Tony nodded, a glimmer of approval in his eyes, though he remained the protective father. With that unspoken agreement, a silent truce was reached. Soon he made himself at home and grabbed a beer from your fridge.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. His lips pressed gently to your temple, and a soft smile graced your face, "I kind of liked staying here," he admitted, his voice low.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up into his eyes. A playful glint danced in your gaze. "Is that your way of telling me you want to live with me?"

Bucky's eyes met yours. "Yeah," he said as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and nodded, "If you'll have me."

A surge of happiness filled your heart. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss, "I'd love that, baby," you whispered against his lips.

Hope you liked it 😊

Part 1

#reader insert #female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction

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songbirdseung · 8 months

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arguments / en- hyung line🤍

Argument with Heeseung

Y/N couldn't help but feel frustrated as they stared at Heeseung, their argument heating up. "Heeseung, you never listen to me! It's like my opinions don't matter!"

Y/N and Heeseung had been high school sweethearts, sharing dreams and aspirations. Their love was the kind that felt unbreakable, and they had always believed they could conquer anything together. However, as the years passed and Heeseung's music career took off, they found themselves drifting apart.

It wasn't just the late nights at the studio; it was the missed dinners, canceled plans, and the fact that Heeseung always seemed preoccupied even when he was physically present. Y/N had tried to be supportive, cheering Heeseung on in his pursuits, but the emotional distance between them had become undeniable.

The argument began one chilly evening when Heeseung had promised to spend time with Y/N, only to send a message saying he had to stay late at the studio once again. Y/N felt a mixture of loneliness, frustration, and fear that they were losing the closeness they once shared.

"Why are you always putting your work before us, Heeseung?" Y/N's voice trembled with hurt as they stood in their dimly lit living room. "I feel like I'm not even a priority in your life anymore."

Heeseung sighed, frustrated by the weight of Y/N's words and the guilt that had been building up inside him. He knew he was hurting the person he loved the most. "Y/N, this is my dream," he said, his voice softer but tinged with sadness. "I thought you'd understand that sometimes I have to make sacrifices for it."

Their argument was fueled by their love, both passionate and stubborn. Y/N wanted more time together, craving the connection they had lost, while Heeseung struggled to balance his career, a dream he had worked so hard to achieve, with their relationship, which meant the world to him. It was a clash of priorities, dreams, and emotions that neither of them wanted to let go of, but they knew they needed to find a way to bridge the growing gap between them.

Argument with Jay

Y/N and Jay had always been known among their friends as the fiercely independent couple. They both cherished their individuality and freedom, which was what initially drew them together. Their relationship was marked by passionate love and unwavering support, but it also had its moments of tension.

The latest argument had been building up for a while. Jay had been invited to a party by a close friend, and he was excited to attend. However, the party was on the same night as their monthly date night, a tradition they had maintained for years. Jay felt torn but ultimately decided to accept the invitation, believing that Y/N would understand his need for personal space.

When Jay broke the news to Y/N, it didn't go as he had expected. Y/N had been looking forward to their date night, which was their cherished time to reconnect and share their thoughts and dreams. Hearing that Jay wanted to skip it felt like a blow to Y/N's heart.

"You can't expect me to be at your beck and call all the time, Y/N," Jay argued, his tone sharper than he had intended.

Y/N felt hurt and ignored. The tears welled up in their eyes as they tried to explain, "It's not about that, Jay. It's about wanting you to include me in your life. We used to be so close, and I just don't want us to drift apart."

Their argument was a testament to their strong-willed natures. Jay needed space to maintain his individuality and friendships outside the relationship, while Y/N needed reassurance that they were still a priority in Jay's life. It was a challenging balance they had to strike in their relationship, one that they both knew was worth fighting for.

Argument with Jake

Jake and Y/N had been together for a while, and their relationship was marked by Jake's playful and mischievous nature. He had a knack for making Y/N laugh even on the toughest days, and his humor was one of the things Y/N loved most about him. However, lately, Y/N had been feeling overwhelmed.

It had been a particularly trying day for Y/N. Work stress, personal issues, and a general feeling of exhaustion had left Y/N emotionally drained. When they came home, they hoped to find solace in Jake's company. But as soon as Y/N walked through the door, Jake greeted them with a teasing remark about something trivial.

Usually, Y/N would have laughed it off, but today was different. Y/N's emotional reservoir was already overflowing, and the teasing comment felt like the last straw. Tears welled up in their eyes as they confronted Jake.

"You never take anything seriously, Jake!" Y/N exclaimed, their voice quivering with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I can't always handle your constant teasing, especially not today."

Jake, seeing the tears in Y/N's eyes, immediately regretted his words. He had no idea that Y/N was going through such a tough time. He tried to apologize, but his words seemed inadequate in the face of Y/N's hurt.

Y/N was too hurt and overwhelmed to listen to Jake's apologies at that moment. The argument that ensued wasn't just about the comment but also about the accumulated stress and feelings they had both been carrying. It became a turning point in their relationship, highlighting their need for better communication and a deeper understanding of each other's emotional needs.

Argument with Sunghoon

Y/N and Sunghoon had been dating for a while, and their relationship had always been marked by intense passion and affection. However, lately, Y/N had been struggling with a growing sense of insecurity. Sunghoon was not just good-looking, but also incredibly friendly and outgoing. It was a quality that had drawn Y/N to him in the first place, but it had also become a source of jealousy.

One evening, they were at a social gathering when Y/N noticed Sunghoon engrossed in conversation with a charming girl. They were laughing and seemed to be having a great time. Y/N tried to suppress the gnawing feeling of jealousy, but it grew stronger with each passing minute.

As the evening wore on, Y/N's emotions bubbled to the surface. Unable to contain the jealousy and insecurity any longer, Y/N confronted Sunghoon. Their voices were hushed, but the tension in the air was palpable.

"Why are you always so friendly with everyone?" Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "Am I not enough for you?"

Sunghoon was caught off guard, his gaze shifting from Y/N to the girl he had been talking to. He never intended to hurt Y/N or make them feel this way. He knew he had a friendly nature, but he had never meant for it to cause such doubt in their relationship.

"You know I love you, Y/N," Sunghoon said softly, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I can't control who I talk to. It doesn't mean I love you any less."

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung #park jay #jay #park jongseong #jongseong #sim jake #jake #sim jaeyun #jaeyun #park sunghoon #sunghoon

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blooming-water-roses · 9 months

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Tobirama for the ask game plss

Yayyy comin' right up!

favorite thing about them

His intelligence & skillset. Also his self-control & discipline. It commands respect. His voice too, whew it's so authoritative. I also think his character design is so cool! The blue wardrobe against his pale skin and hair (I support the headcanon that he's albino, I think it adds so much depth) with his red eyes and face marks. How prettily his eyes are shaped too. His sarcasm and dry humor. And (last thing I promise) when he gets so indignant after Nart mistakes his jutsus for Minato's. (i literally named almost everything whoops)

Cont. below cut:

least favorite thing about them

His stubbornness & huge ego. The man will never admit he is wrong out loud even when he knows he is.

favorite line

"First you must take a hard look at yourself and come to understand who you are objectively."

This speaks to who he is as a person. Look at yourself unbiased, with all of your shortcomings, your flaws, and your weaknesses as well as your strengths, know your limits and know what you're willing to do to lessen your faults. It's how he came to be who he is, and man if it isn't good advice.

brOTP

HashiTobi obvs. I think their brotherly relationship is cute. Hashirama is the older sibling and yet the one who is more responsible and level-headed is Tobirama. Also the fact that Tobirama lived his life to realize Hashirama's dream of his village--as he knew Hashirama was a visionary but lacked the concrete know-how to actually execute his vision.

OTP

I have two.

TobiIzu in the way that they were true equals and I headcanon the idea that while Tobirama harbored the generational mentality that Uchiha were evil, he was also very fascinated by the Uchiha in general because of their traditions/prowess, and Izuna's strength and abilities in particular were so intricate, it was his favorite thing to study. Izuna got under his skin (which amused Izuna) and Tobirama couldn't help but be interested and in awe of him despite his pesky beliefs about the Uchiha. I believe he felt heavy guilt when he killed him.

TobiKaga in the way that Kagami was the only Uchiha ever to gain Tobirama's utmost trust. I want to know so badly how Kagami was able to obtain it. I believe Kagami was a very sunny-personality-type, who inherently understood where Tobirama was coming from and had unwavering respect for him. The beautiful "you are my exception" trope. I support the headcanon that Kagami got his Mangekyo after Tobirama left to be the decoy.

I do enjoy me some MadaTobi/TobiMada, after all they are very similar and they butt heads to it's always fun to read fics where they're stubborn in admitting they're attracted to each other.

nOTP

TobiMito, I just don't see it. Mito is Hashi's wife &...why would they be attracted to each other?

TobiSaku...I see so many Sakura-self-insert ships that make no sense and this is one of them.

Just bc I don't ship/understand doesn't mean I judge you if you like it tho, by all means ship what u ship

random headcanon

I have SO many

the lines on Tobi's face each represent a fallen loved one, and the last line for Hashi is on his forehead underneath the protector

he created the Reanimation Jutsu to bring Izuna back

He hadn't meant to kill Izuna, he believed he would counter his Flying Raijin slice and was shocked & horrified when it actually worked

That he is albino & autistic (I love these hcs)

unpopular opinion

I don't believe he is prejudice against the Uchiha, I believe his misgivings about them are so ingrained (from growing up as Butsuma's son, having to view them as enemies all his young life) in his mentality that he refuses to give them up because that would mean admitting he's wrong which he never does.

I believe he did his very best to make sure Konoha would be successful and strong (creating the ANBU, delegating roles to clans, etc.) and the fact that some backfired was not his fault. He's only a person and did the best he could with what he had.

song i associate with them

R.I.P 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood

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favorite picture of them

Pretty, pretty, and pretty.

Ask me here!

#ask game #tobirama #tobirama senju #tobirama headcanons #tobiizu #tobikaga #hashitobi

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yellowsocialbunny · 6 months

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targaryen sims pt. V

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen was a great beauty. She had black hair and lilac eyes. By the time Rhaenys was fifty-five, she had a lean, lined face, and her black hair was streaked with white. She was a clever, capable, spirited, proud, fierce and fearless woman. She had a fiery temperament. Rhaenys wore steel and copper armor which flashed in the sun.

Lord Corlys Velaryon was a proud man. He was hailed as the greatest seafarer the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Corlys was said to be as brilliant as he was restless, and as adventurous as he was ambitious. Though he accomplished much and more in life, he was seldom satisfied. Corlys was known to be intractable, even in old age. He was remembered as wise in peace and valiant in war.

King Viserys Targaryen was a peaceful man who hated conflict, and was plump and pleasant. He was described as amiable, open-handed, and eager to please. Though Viserys was never considered strong willed, he was not pliable or indecisive either; when he made a choice, he was unwavering, and firmly stood by his decision. King Viserys's generosity was legendary, and the Red Keep became a place of song and splendor during his reign. Viserys was well loved by lords and smallfolk alike. Viserys sported a bushy, silver-gold mustache, and wore the crown of his grandfather, Jaehaerys I Targaryen.

Queen Aemma Arryn Aemma was the fifth child of Lord Rodrik Arryn, and the only one by his second wife, Princess Daella Targaryen, herself the daughter of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen and his sister-wife Alysanne Targaryen. Aemma's mother died in childbed. In 97 AC, Aemma gave birth to a healthy daughter, Princess Rhaenyra. Aemma and Viserys both adored their only living child. In early 105 AC, Aemma became pregnant once more. Late in the year, she gave birth to a son, Prince Baelon Targaryen. Aemma died during the birth, and her son died a day later.

Prince Daemon Targaryen was described by Maester Yandel as dashing, daring, and dangerous, but mercurial and quick to take offense. Archmaester Gyldayn wrote that Daemon was ambitious, impetuous, and moody, as charming as he was hot-tempered. Daemon was a renowned warrior skilled in the joust, hunting, and swordplay. Daemon had silver hair and wore plate armor. While Commander of the City Watch of King's Landing, he wore a gold cloak and a surcoat depicting the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. He wielded Dark Sister, a Valyrian steel sword, and rode Caraxes.

Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen had her family's Valyrian looks, wearing her silver-gold hair in a long braid in the manner of Queen Visenya Targaryen. Rhaenyra had a large bosom, but never lost the weight she gained from pregnancies, and she had grown stout and thick of waist at the age of twenty after her third pregnancy. Rhaenyra was proud and stubborn, and there was a certain petulance to her small mouth. Though she could be charming, Rhaenyra was quick to anger and never forgot a slight. Rhaenyra always dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets and golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns. Her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds, and there were always rings on her fingers. During the Dance of the Dragons, she wore the crown of her father, Viserys I, which had first been worn by King Jaehaerys I Targaryen.

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lychee-angelica · 2 years

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sun through the signs ༺ ৎ୭ ༻

note: the following is based off vedic astrology, so your zodiac sign may be different to western astrology (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

aries ~ Mesha april 13 - may 14

innocent, almost childlike nature. places their energy into themselves. enthusiastic and energetic. strong-willed and forceful. natural leader, ability to dominate and assert themselves. optimistic attitude. confident and courageous.

taurus ~ Vrisha may 15 - june 14

youthful nature. habitual and routinely. strong work ethic and reliable. places value in monetary efforts and gains. inflexible to change. stubborn. holds strong, unwavering beliefs. pessimistic outlook. accommodating, gentle and supportive.

gemini ~ Mithuna june 15 - july 14

childlike curiosity. excitable. extroverted presence. social interactions uplifts them. tends to adjust easily to change. optimistic nature and outlook. assertive and dominant presence.

cancer ~ Karka july 15 - august 14

sensitive, intuitive and emotional. moody and temperamental. attentive to the needs of others. creative, inventive and innovative. gentle, feminine and motherly. pessimistic attitude. prone to anxiety and depression.

leo ~ Simha august 15 - september 15

passionate and energetic. enjoys admiration and attention. expressive and enthusiastic nature. stubborn, adjusts slowly to change. independent and assertive. can be irresponsible and insensitive to others.

virgo ~ Kanya september 16 - october 15

sweet and nurturing. concerned with other people, tries to ‘fix’ people. their honesty can come across as harsh rather than helpful. values stability and consistency. accommodating and supportive. adaptable and versatile nature.

libra ~ Tula october 16 - november 14

social creatures. loving and considerate nature. logical and rational although can be indecisive. ability to take charge and lead. cheerful disposition. strong, courageous and independent. can be rebellious.

scorpio ~ Vrishchika november 15 - december 14

deeply emotional and sensitive. intuitive and self-aware. can be controlling. dislike of change. in touch with their feelings. sensitive to their surrounding. pessimistic outlook as they tend focus of the dark side of things.

sagittarius ~ Dhanu december 15 - january 13

wise, old souls. fun-loving, carefree nature. adventurous and impulsive. laid-back and adapts well to change. hopeful and optimistic. resilient, brave and independent. can be ignorant to responsibilities.

capricorn ~ Makara january 14 - february 11

serious and strict nature. stable and reliable. hard-working and ambitious. responsible and values establishing financial security. natural leader. pessimistic view on the world. tend to complain and focus on imperfections.

aquarius ~ Kumbha february 12 - march 12

intelligent and wise presence. humanitarian and philosophical. innovative and organised yet stubborn. inquisitive, observant and analytical. optimistic and hopeful attitude. can be rebellious, questioning of authority.

pisces ~ Meena march 13 - april 12

ethereal presence. sensitive, emotional and in touch with their feelings. emotionally expressive and vulnerable. laid-back attitude. tendency towards mental health issues and addictions.

key points:

the zodiac signs chronologically represent maturity. aries to cancer are young signs (generally childlike, naïve natures). whereas sagittarius to pisces are the eldest (generally wise, mature natures).

elemental energy: fire ~ agni (passion, energy, enthusiasm), earth ~ prithvi (stability, loyalty, diligence), air ~ vayu (social, intellectual, curious), water ~ jal (emotional, pensive, serious).

masculine signs (all fire & air signs), feminine signs (all earth & water signs). in context of the signs; masculinity relates to optimism and stereotypical masculine traits, whereas femininity relates to pessimism and stereotypical feminine traits.

reminder: you must look at the entirety of a chart for an informative and holistic reading! e.g. aspects, conjunctions, house and nakshatra... in terms of instigating the basics of characteristic traits, i suggest to also look at ascendant and moon. this is just one piece of the puzzle ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡ enjoy ~

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elysiansparadise · 2 years

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Hello from France 🇫🇷 ! Could you describe someone with a Pluto in the 11th house please ? 😌

Hello love! Of course I can.

Pluto in the 11th house

They are very selective people with the people they surround themselves with, they are not people with many friends and they prefer small circles in fact. These natives could have intense or very strong experiences with friendships, from betrayals, stabbing in the back, lies, gaslighting, manipulation or simply somewhat possessive friendships of them. It's not easy for them to open up to anyone and they don't call anyone "friend". They take friendship very seriously and are the most loyal and honest people you can find. For them it is important to be there for their friends, but more important that they are also there for the natives, that both parties put their energy and commitment. They can bring enemies that masquerade as friends, so it is normal to see them alert or constantly scanning the people around them. On the more positive side of this placement, these natives can bring powerful friends, either financially or in terms of their personality. If Pluto is well aspected [like the ruler of this house] they can attract friends with whom there is a strong connection, mutual protection and unwavering sincerity.

They are people who are very sure of their points of view and will always defend them tooth and nail. It is very likely that people may see them as somewhat stubborn, but the reality is that they will not change their views just to fit in. Speaking of which, these natives have trouble feeling like they fit into places they're supposed to fit in [family, friends, school or workmates, internet communities, etc]. Many of them may find it very comfortable to be on their own and may prefer to work autonomously. Their ambition is one of their strengths, they want to get there, they work for it and it is very likely that they will get where they want to go. This placement gives us certainty that the native, through a job that they have or will have in the future, can have a lot of money and be very powerful in the economic sector. They can attract profiteer people who want to take advantage of or "take away" their power in some way, so they should be careful when choosing companions. These people fear the idea that their freedom, expression and autonomy could be taken away from them, they hate hanging out with overly controlling people and they know how to spot manipulative people from miles away.

They may be interested in having a leadership role and people may perceive them as people who really know how to lead the masses, as admirable, strong people who can give a voice to those who need it most. Here we have the protestor against injustices, those who go against the system, against corrupt authority figures and are willing to call out whoever is abusing their power. They are brave people who can transform the people around them. They have a great power of persuasion. They can become recognized through the internet and much, they can have a very devoted and in some cases somewhat obsessive fanbase. It is very likely that their experiences on the Internet will be transformative for the native, for better or for worse. There are two extremes to this placement, as there will be a group of these natives who may not like being in the public eye [especially those with Pluto making lots of hard aspects] while the other group of these natives may like the popularity and they can become popular or well-known [most likely with a Pluto making harmonious aspects].

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themuse-if · 3 months

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Maxine Matthews

The Best Friend!

Maybe my favorite....I know I shouldn't pick favorites but I LOVE her!

Maxine Matthews | 18 yrs old | she/her:

Max is not just a friend; she's your lifelong partner in crime. Destiny brought you together through your parents' friendship, and luckily, you hit it off. Those shared family functions turned out to be a blast, thanks to your genuine connection. Over the years, you and Max have cultivated some cherished traditions, from Friday movie nights with pizza and Ben & Jerry's to midweek gossip... uh, study sessions at the beloved Smelly Cat Cafe.

Max is the hilarious commentator of your shared entertainment world. It's no surprise that her decision to major in dramatic writing aligns perfectly with her witty and insightful commentary on every show and movie you watch together. Some outsiders might raise eyebrows at how close you two are, questioning the nature of your friendship. Yet, you both know that your bond is unbreakable, built on genuine love and mutual understanding.

Named after Maxine Shaw from "Living Single," Max inherits not just the name but also the strong-willed and slightly stubborn spirit of her namesake. Especially when it comes to her opinions on film and TV, Max is unwavering. Her passion for storytelling and her knack for holding firm to her beliefs make her a force to be reckoned with, adding a layer of vibrant personality to your shared adventures.

Navigating university life with your best friend by your side is a dream come true, and you wouldn't want it any other way. After all, who better to share the highs, lows, and laughter of this new chapter than Max?

Scroll all the way down for a Q&A with Max!

Top row left to right: Everyday, formal, activewear, sleepwear

Bottom row left to right: Party, swimwear, hot weather, cold weather

Maxine Q&A

Q: What’s your sign?

A: I'm an Aeries.

Q: How tall are you?

A: I’m 5'5.

Q: Name your top 5 artists your listening to?

A: My top 5 favorite artists include Erykah Badu, yeule, Sunset Rollercoaster, Men I trust, and Puma Blu. At least for right now.

Q: What’s your favorite food?

A: Nothing beats a classic plate of spicy, creamy Cajun chicken pasta. It has to be my mom's recipe or else it just doesn't hit the same.

Q: What’s your ideal date?

A: We would go see whatever movie Rooftop Cinema Club was playing, I just thinks its so fun to go see a movie in a different setting. After the movie we could go out for dinner, anything as fine as long as the menu looks yummy. And then we could top the night off with dessert in a cozy café.

#choice of games #choose your own adventure #choose your own story #dashingdon #interactive fiction #interactive if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #character profile #choice script #cast #ts4 #themuse if #twine story #twine game #interactive novel #if: themuse

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Hi! I'm curious to know if there are any fictional characters that have these placements as there big 3 in you're opinion: cancer sun taurus moon Sagittarius rising

Well, this isn't an easy question. It's quite big actually, because I haven't given any character that big 3. So let's do some investigating and break this down.

*Yes I know this can be argued, this is just my opinion.*

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐧 (Cancer - The Divine Mother, protector, guardian)

Tarot Card: The Chariot

Ruled By: The Moon

Element: Water

Symbol: Crab

Modality: Cardinal

Nurturing, protective of others

Caring & kind

Extremely loyal!

Motherly aura, even if this person doesn't have kids or want them. They just make people, particularly younger people - feel safe

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 (Taurus - The Divine Feminine, the sustainer)

Tarot Card: The Hierophant

Ruled By: Venus

Element: Earth

Symbol: Bull

Modality: Fixed

Down to earth

Stubborn / Strong Willed

Once they have made a commitment, they’re persevering.

They tend to go out of their way to avoid “messy” or unpredictable situations, crises, and emotional displays.

Moon in Taurus natives are generally very romantic: their affections are strong, deep, and unwavering.

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (Sagittarius - The Explorer, the seeker)

Tarot Card: Temperance

Ruled By: Jupiter

Element: Fire

Symbol: Archer

Modality: Mutable

Doesn't like tedious work, outdated ideas or difficult lovers.

Indepedent and loves freedom

One of the most endearing traits of a Sag Rising is their willingness to keep up a sense of humor.

They can be very intimidating

Restless and active

Now, onto the results...

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

Steve Harrington | Stranger Things

Trixie Franklin | Call the Midwife

Buffy Summers | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

With these first three characters, I looked up their mbti and turns out - they all have the same! ESFP!

So that made me look at other characters with ESFP personality and Cancer Sun, Taurus Moon, Sagittarius Rising could be applied to a few more:

Amy March | Little Women

Rachel Green | Friends

Baloo | The Jungle Book

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Little Red Rogue (Chapter 7: Slow Dancing in the Dark)

Rating: Mature Word count: 2.6k Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav (named) Warnings: violence, strong language, innuendo

Summary: Astarion and Ruby get into a fight.

*Link to AO3 Post

*Link to Previous Chapter

Give me reasons we should be complete You should be with him, I can't compete You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well Can't you see?

~Slow Dancing in the Dark, Joji

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As the party ventured into the foreboding depths of the Underdark, a sense of oppression hung heavy in the air. The absence of sunlight, that life-giving force, seemed to cast a pall over the group's spirits. Despite their numerous accomplishments and triumphs in the face of danger, the perpetual darkness gnawed at their morale.

Yet amidst this gloom, there was one beacon of unwavering positivity: Ruby. Her boundless optimism and compassionate nature seemed undiminished by the oppressive surroundings. While the others grumbled and brooded, Ruby's infectious energy refused to be dampened.

As they navigated the twisting passages and cavernous expanses of the Underdark, Ruby found opportunities to extend her hand in aid, not once, but twice.

However, this relentless display of generosity began to wear on Astarion's patience.

As Ruby agreed to aid the deep gnome in her quest to save her clan, Astarion felt a twinge of exasperation claw at his insides. With a saccharine smile plastered on his face, he took her aside, his voice dripping with false sweetness that belied the growing tension between them.

"Darling," he began, his tone deceptively soft, "might I remind you that we're not heroes?"

Ruby met his gaze with a mischievous glint in her eye, her response quick and sharp, laced with a hint of playful defiance. "Might I remind you that I'm a monster hunter?" she retorted, her smile cheeky and unapologetic. "It's not that big of a deal anyway. We already promised the Myconids we'd bring them back Nere's head. Halsin told us that's where the entrance is to the Shadow-Cursed Lands."

As Ruby's defiance flashed in her eyes, Astarion's gut twisted with a sense of foreboding. He knew deep down that this clash of wills was a harbinger of trouble, yet he couldn't bring himself to back down.

A weariness settled over him like a heavy cloak. For too long, others dictated his actions, and defined him by their terms rather than his own. But now, faced with the dhampir's unyielding determination, a fire ignited within him, a stubborn resolve to assert his own autonomy.

"All I'm saying is…I don't care," he declared, his words lacking conviction even to his own ears. He watched as Ruby's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of disappointment and frustration.

"Is it really that big of a deal, Astarion?" Ruby's voice was tinged with exasperation, her arms crossed tightly over her chest in a defensive gesture.

Astarion felt a surge of frustration rising within him. "Of course, it's a big deal, darling!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically. "We have multiple powerful people after us, a parasite in our brains, not to mention we can possibly turn into a mind flayer at a moment's notice."

Ruby's hands remained raised in a placating gesture as she tried to diffuse the tension between them. "I get that, Astarion, but-"

"But what, Ruby?" Astarion interrupted, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "You're always so preoccupied with playing savior to every sorry soul that stumbles your way with their sob stories. I don't care about their problems, I care about mine and right now, I'm more concerned about turning into a brain-eating squid."

As his words hung in the air, heavy with frustration and resentment, Ruby's lip began to quiver, a sight that stirred something foreign in Astarion's undead heart.

"Aestar, we're nowhere near Cazador. You can stop wearing your mask," Ruby murmured softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Astarion's gaze hardened, his resolve unyielding. "This isn't a mask, Ruby. This is me. This is who I am."

Ruby shook her head in disbelief, her eyes brimming with compassion as she began to approach him gently. But as she reached out a hand in a gesture of comfort, Astarion instinctively took a step back, his defenses still firmly in place.

The hurt in Ruby's eyes cut through him like a knife, a stark reminder of the walls he had built around himself to protect his fractured soul. But even as he recoiled from her touch, a part of him longed to tear down those walls, to let her in and share the burden of his fears and insecurities.

"But you do care, Astarion," the dhampir insisted, her voice soft but unwavering. "You don't have to hide that part of you anymore."

As the vampire spawn's mind wrestled with conflicting emotions, a flicker of doubt momentarily pierced the armor of his stoicism. For a fleeting moment, vulnerability crept into his thoughts, like a crack in the facade he had painstakingly built over centuries. But before he could fully grapple with this vulnerability, it was drowned out by a rising tide of frustration and anger.

"I don't care!" he snapped, the words bursting forth with a venomous edge. "How many times do you need me to tell you that before you can get it through your head? I'm not you, Ruby. I don't have a bleeding heart. Mine doesn't even beat. If you'd endured even a fraction of what I have, perhaps then you'd comprehend why I am as I am."

The bitterness in his voice hung heavy in the air, a sharp contrast to the gentle sincerity in Ruby's eyes. With each word, Astarion felt the walls around his heart grow taller, the distance between them widening with every passing moment.

"Even though it doesn't beat, you still have one…and I've seen you use it," she declared, her voice trembling with raw emotion. A surge of guilt washed over Astarion as he met her gaze, her words piercing through the icy armor he had erected around his heart. In that moment, he couldn't deny the truth in her words, nor could he suppress the flicker of warmth that stirred within him at her unwavering belief in his capacity for compassion.

But before he could respond, Ruby unleashed a torrent of anguish and defiance, her own wounds laid bare for all to see.

"I might not have been through some of the shit you've been through, but don't downplay what I've went through either," she continued, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry you've been tortured for as long as you were and I don't know where to even start when I say I'd do anything to take that pain away from you. But that doesn't give you the right to be a complete and utter asshole to everyone who cares about you!"

Ruby's tears flowed freely now, leaving glistening trails down her cheeks as she wiped them away with a sudden, desperate motion.

"And if you despise my 'bleeding heart' so much, why are you still here? Nobody's forcing you to stay."

Her final words struck a chord within him, stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions. He could feel the pull of freedom beckoning to him, whispering promises of escape from the tangled web of obligations and responsibilities that bound him to this motley group of adventurers. He was free from Cazador...for now. He could simply vanish into the shadows, leaving behind the complexities and dangers of their journey without a second glance.

But then, there was the matter of the tadpole—the insidious parasite lurking within his mind. Despite his fears, he had yet to succumb to its monstrous influence, the transformation into a grotesque squid eluding him thus far.

Yet, even as he entertained the idea of fleeing, a nagging realization gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Despite his best efforts to maintain his aloof facade, he couldn't deny the truth that lay buried deep within his undead heart. He needed Ruby and the others. He needed their protection, their...companionship.

She must have seen the hurt flash across his eyes, for her own widened in realization. Without another word, she turned on her heel and fled, leaving Astarion standing in silence, his thoughts swirling in turmoil. In that moment of profound vulnerability, he realized just how much he had come to rely on the bond they shared.

As he watched her disappear into the darkness, a sense of longing welled up within him. With a heavy sigh, Astarion knew that despite his inner turmoil, he couldn't deny the undeniable truth—he belonged with them, for better or for worse.

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The oppressive darkness of the Underdark enveloped Astarion like a suffocating shroud, its weight pressing down upon him with each passing moment. In this lightless abyss, time seemed to lose all meaning, the boundary between night and day blurred into an indistinct haze of perpetual gloom. Yet, amidst the suffocating darkness, a flicker of light danced in the distance—a small fire pit, its feeble glow casting shadows against the cavern walls.

Sitting alone cross-legged in front of his tent, Astarion's nimble fingers moved deftly as he stitched up a hole in one of his shirts, the rhythmic motion a soothing distraction from the turmoil of his thoughts.

He glanced to the side, his gaze drawn inexorably towards the flickering light of the fire pit. There, bathed in the warm glow of the flames, he caught sight of Ruby and Wyll, their figures illuminated against the backdrop of darkness. They stumbled into view, their laughter echoing through the cavern like a beacon of light in the oppressive gloom.

Astarion's undead heart sank like a stone in his stomach as he heard the genuine chuckle that had once been reserved solely for him. It reverberated through the cavern, a bittersweet reminder of the connection he once shared with Ruby. Envy clawed at him, its tendrils winding their way through his cold, undead flesh as he listened to their conversation from a distance.

"I had fun, Ruby. I hope you will join me again in the future?" Wyll's voice carried a warmth and sincerity that cut through the darkness like a ray of light.

Ruby's response, filled with enthusiasm and her usual sweet smile, only served to fuel the flames of Astarion's envy. He watched in silence as Wyll planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, the gesture causing her face to flush with color.

As Ruby turned to face the vampire spawn, her eyes brimming with affection and warmth, he met her gaze for a fleeting moment before redirecting his attention to the task at hand. His lips curled into a sardonic smirk, a mask of nonchalance concealing the tumult of emotions roiling beneath the surface.

"Did you find his blade?" Astarion's voice dripped with mockery, his words a calculated barb aimed at Ruby's perceived indiscretion.

Ruby's sweet smile faltered, replaced by a scowl as she crossed her arms defiantly across her chest, her frustration evident in the set of her jaw.

Astarion chuckled softly as he set aside the sewing supplies and rose to his feet, closing the distance between them with languid grace. "You're not answering me," he observed. "I take it you did. Tell me, darling. Was it a dagger? Perhaps a shortsword?"

Ruby bristled at his taunting tone, her patience wearing thin as she shot back, "I did nothing of the sort and even if I did, it's none of your business."

Astarion's dark chuckle reverberated through the dimly lit cavern, a chilling echo of amusement tinged with malice. "Really?" he clicked his tongue, his voice dripping with disdain. "A shame. Judging by that little token of affection he bestowed upon you, I'd wager you're not exactly being truthful."

The vampire spawn knew he was pushing her buttons, his words calculated to provoke a reaction. There was no logical reason for him to antagonize her other than the fact that he was consumed by envy, a festering seed of resentment toward the one person in their group he did not trust at all. Was it childish? Perhaps. Did he care? Not in the slightest.

"I'm sick and tired of you being such an ass all of a sudden," Ruby retorted.

"Oh, darling. I've always been one, that's nothing new," Astarion countered flippantly, his smirk widening into a self-satisfied grin.

He expected her to lash out, to succumb to the mounting tension between them and either try to throw herself at him out of sexual frustration or lash out with a punch. Yet, to his surprise, Ruby's reaction was not what he anticipated. Instead of lust or aggression, she regarded him with genuine sadness, her violet eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

With hesitant tenderness, she reached out and placed a hand on his ivory cheek, her touch gentle yet filled with a silent plea for understanding. Astarion felt his carefully constructed mask begin to slip once again in the face of her compassion, the walls around his heart crumbling beneath the weight of her silent empathy.

Her eyes searched his, delving beneath the facade of indifference he so meticulously maintained.

"I'm done fighting with you about this. Stop trying to push away the few people who care about you."

Astarion's defenses wavered as Ruby's words washed over him. He broke eye contact, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he crossed his arms defensively. Despite his instinct to retreat, he found himself unable to pull away from her touch.

"You don't know how they truly feel about me," he muttered.

Ruby refused to let him retreat into the shadows, her determination shining through as she forced him to meet her gaze once again. "You're right, I don't know how they truly feel," she conceded, her voice steady and unwavering. "But I do know how I feel, and I care about you, Astarion. Whether you like it or not. Whether you believe it or not, I do. Don't push me away. I want to help you."

Astarion felt a knot form in his throat, a surge of conflicting emotions threatening to overwhelm him. For a moment, he found himself lost in the depths of Ruby's violet eyes. But even as her gaze offered him solace and understanding, a wave of self-loathing crashed over him like a tidal wave, drowning out the flicker of hope that dared to stir within him.

He didn't deserve her kindness, he knew that much. Not after the way he'd treated her, the walls he had built to keep her at arm's length. She cared for him, believed in him, even when he couldn't find it in himself to believe in his own worth. But he didn't deserve that either. He was a monster, plain and simple, and no amount of kindness could erase the bloodstains that marked his past.

With a heavy heart, he pulled away from her touch. He began to retreat to his tent for the night, each step a silent testament to the chasm that lay between them, a gaping void he feared he could never bridge.

"Oh, just slink back to your monster hunter, why don't you?" he muttered bitterly. "You two were repulsively made for each other anyway."

Glancing back at her over his shoulder, he saw the look of disbelief and concern etched upon her features. She didn't believe him, he could see that much, but he didn't need her to. She didn't deserve him, didn't deserve the burden of his darkness weighing upon her gentle soul. All she could see was the good inside of him, looking past every questionable thing he'd done. He didn't understand it, couldn't comprehend how she could still find goodness in him when he knew all too well the depths of his own depravity.

If she'd only known the extent of the horrors he'd caused, the lives he had snuffed out without remorse, she'd leave him without a second thought. But he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, couldn't bear to see the look of revulsion and horror that would surely cloud her eyes if she knew the monster he truly was.

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***I Am Here***

(All Might/Reader Discipline Story SFW)

My Hero Academia: All Might/Reader Disciplinary Story

(CONTAINS DISCIPLINARY SPANKING OF MINOR: SFW)

You turned the corner too fast, feet tangling together and you hit the wet concrete of the alleyway hard, letting out a pained cry as your body slid across the rough surface. Tears sprang to your eyes at the sting of raw skin on your palms and elbows. You scrambled to your feet and felt panic set in.

No. NO! I can't lose my head start or else he's definitely going to....

A large shadow suddenly blocked the light of the empty alley and your heart drop to your stomach. You turned to see the unbelievably imposing figure of the Number One Hero in the world staring down at you. Though his unwavering smile remained solidly fixed...his eyes were dark and serious. You felt like throwing up.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

It was just a stupid dare! You had wanted to fit into their clique so badly that you were willing to do nearly anything just to get them to just acknowledge you even existed!

Starting the 6th grade in the middle of the school year in a new city meant you had no friends. You had tried so hard to find a group of friends, but junior high was a brutal time for any kid. You were just so lonely. It didn't help that you had this stupid Empathy quirk that none of the kids understood. They basically considered you Quirkless because no one could see Empathy. If only they knew the curse of it.

You felt and held onto everyone's emotions. You could be the best friend in the world because you'd always understand what someone was feeling and going through...but no one ever bothered to try and understand you. They all went off in their little groups, showing off their quirks and laughing at you behind your back.

So you remained alone...and you had become truly desperate. Even though you KNEW they were only trying to get you into trouble, when the group of popular students unexpectedly came and sat with you at your empty table during lunch, you pushed your quirk away and revelled in their company. They chatted with you, asked about your last school, what your hobbies were (purely to ease you into the dare, you knew). They talked about this convenience store they liked to hang out around after school and invited you along today. Then they brought up the "little initiation" they all had to do before joining the group.

"You won't get into trouble, promise! We just want to make sure you really want to be our friend!"

FRIENDS. I don't care who they are or what their real motivations are. I just want to belong for once.

And now here you were, staring down the strongest hero in the world, who was coming after you for stealing.

On television, All Might's presence always made you feel protected, secure, comforted. His triumph over criminals made him seem like a beacon of light, warming you with hope and peace.

But his shadow falling upon you...the criminal...was the complete opposite. Complete despair, hopelessness, and fear filled every inch of you as stood facing All Might in that lone alley, the money box you were dared to steal from the store still clutched in your arm.

The shadow suddenly grew larger as he took a step towards you. You actually felt a tremor in the ground. Panic overwhelmed your senses and you took a step back, crying out.

"Stop!! Don't come near me!!"

All-Might's eyes narrowed a fraction as he took another tremorous step.

"Young person," he began, his voice deep and strong. "Stop this careless, immature thievery. You have a hopeful future ahead of you that is bright with possibilities. Do not throw it away with this moment of youthful recklessness. Give me the box and let's rectify this mistake together."

In spite of your fear, you felt a stirring of adolescent stubbornness rising up in your chest at being misunderstood once more, and in a bold moment of pure stupidity and adrenaline, you took a step forwards TOWARDS the world's greatest hero, eyes flashing with defiance.

Youthful recklessness? What does he know about any of this? All-Might is beloved by the entire world! Who do I have? No one.

"Young person," All-Might's voice had changed from gentle reprimand to a deeper warning tone.

"You want this stupid box?! Take it then!"

With a yell of pure frustration, you hurled the money box towards All-Might with all of your strength, intending to flee as he went to catch it.

You severely...SEVERELY underestimated your current situation.

Barely half a second after the box left your hands you felt a rush of wind and your feet were off of the ground.

All-Might had rushed forward and caught not only the box but yourself as well. You were dangling under his massive forearm like a grocery sack, staring down at the concrete and the backs of All-Might's shins.

Your fight mode immediately took over and in your idiocy you began to pound your ridiculously small fists into All-Might's rock hard back, legs kicking wildly in your desperation to free yourself.

You heard the loud and regretful sigh from All-Might and felt yourself being tilted downwards.

What in the world----?

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Stars lit up in front of your eyes when All-Might swung his open palm down onto your upturned backside. His hand was so large that he effectively covered every inch of your bottom in one stroke, the sting and burn so fierce that it was as though he had sat you down on an open rangetop.

You let out a shriek of pain, hands desperately trying to reach behind to block any further blows.

All-Might spoke calmly and matter of factly.

"Young person, now that I have your full attention, I want you to actually hear what I am trying to tell you. It is important. If I feel you aren't listening again, I will regain your attention in the same manner. Here, allow me to demonstrate."

Your eyes flew open again in sheer terror and you wriggled desperately in his iron grasp, pushing now at his forearm in a futile effort.

"No!! No no no no no no!!! Please, please don't!! I'll listen! I'll----"

But All-Might's palm flew down again, this time striking your outer thigh and eliciting such a shriek of pain from your throat that surely it must have echoed throughout the entire city. You could actually feel where each and every finger on his hand had left its mark, pure agony and burning fire.

You felt hot tears pour down your face and heard All-Might's voice once again.

"Now then, young person, you have an idea of what awaits if you wish to continue this childish tantrum. I assure you that your backside will tire before my arm does. Will you now stop this nonsense and listen to me? I only want to help you."

In your abject misery and hatred of yourself and situation you put yourself in, all that registered in your mind was that not only could you never find friends, not only were you alone, not only had you been tricked, but now the most admired person in history was disciplining you like some five-year old who had taken a cookie without their parents' permission. Nothing could be lower than this moment. Sobs began to wrack your body and you just shook your head miserably, weakly punching into his back once again. In your absolute despair, your quirk initiated its secondary power of its accor, and your own feelings passed through All-Might's mind in perfect clarity.

Oh young person, All-Might thought sadly, feeling your loneliness and self-loathing. Let us then end this dark path you are heading down here and now. I will show you that someone cares about you and understands your struggle. I understand more than you realize.

Faster than a breath, All-Might had seated himself on a nearby crate, pulling you swiftly across his lap before you even knew what was happening. His left hand pulled you snuggly into his torso, and he spoke to you in a gentler tone than earlier.

"Young person, I feel your pain and sadness, but hear these words from me and feel my sincerity. You are worthy of a good life. You are worthy of friendship and kindness from others. You have much to offer this world. If I understand your power correctly, you feel the emotions of those around you. That is invaluable in the world in which we are living today. Where heroes like myself conquer evil with our physical powers, you have the ability to reach people's hearts through emotional connection. Did that ever occur to you?"

Your sobs had abated somewhat during the transition and you realized you had not only projected yourself to All-Might, but were now feeling his words emotionally. He was being completely honest and believed every word he was telling you with total conviction. It shocked you to your core to be understood for once in your life...and by All-Might of all people. Your face scrunched up in regret at your shameful display this afternoon and you bit back your tears as you nodded that you heard and believed All-Might's words.

All-Might grunted in approval at your willingness to listen. Now came the really hard part...he had to make sure that you really felt the impact of your actions this day. Criminals, no matter how small, had to atone for their misdeeds. It was the only way to find peace and hope. He steeled his heart for what had to be done for your own peace.

"That is good, young person. I want the world to be filled with peace and smiles. I hope by the end of this day I will see your own smile; however..." he paused, his right hand now rested on your still smarting backside.

You turned to look at him and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the determined and stern look on his face. There was no anger, no disappointment, no judgement....just gentle, firm determination. You realized what was about to happen and you began to cry immediately, shaking your head back and forth, hoping he would have mercy on you. But this was All-Might. No crime had ever gone unpunished under his watch. Not even this one, it would seem.

"....however, you must face the consequences of your poor decisions today. Only then can you begin anew. I am truly sorry for the pain this will bring, but use it to remind yourself that someone cares enough about you to help you become stronger. Brace yourself, young person. I will be swift."

An before you had a moment to prepare yourself, a lightening fast palm lit the fire anew on your still sore backside. You bit back a yelp, wanting to be brave for All-Might, to show him you could change.

But this was All-Might, and this was no ordinary spanking. His hand began to descend a volley of fiery stings to your rear and outer thighs. Building off of one another, the pain and sting grew to epic proportions rapidly and by the third strike you let out another shriek of pain, tears flowing once more down your face, dripping onto All-Might's boots.

Due to your quirk, All-Might had both the advantage and disadvantage of feeling your every emotion. He winced at the pain he was inflicting, while also feeling relief that it wasn't too much for you to handle. He didn't feel the full contrition he was after yet so he raised his knee higher, elevating your backside and giving him a new target, one he hoped would bring the message home.

When his hand struck the underside of your bottom where it met the backs of your thighs, the wail that escaped you was devastating. You began to plead.

"All-Might please!!! PLEASE NO!! It hurts too much! It's too much, please stop!"

Pain gripped his heart but he knew he had to go just a bit further. He raised his hand high and brought it crashing down on the backs of your thighs. You sobbed piteously, reaching back with your hands and covering your bottom. All-Might tsked and easily scooped them up in his left hand before peppering your bottom with a flurry of spanks that left you wailing, snot and tears pouring off of your face.

"Now young person, as we head towards the end of your punishment, let me impart these words to you. You are worthy of being loved. You are worthy of being heard. You are worthy of being a hero of your own kind in this world. I see worth and goodness in you. I see kindness and loyalty. I see someone who is so much better than the common criminals I deal with every single day. I would not be here teaching you this lesson if I thought you unworthy of a new start. Think upon that as we finish this lesson."

And as his words echoed through your ears, the pain and fire that erupted across your backside as he landed his final ten strikes left you unable to speak, unable to cry, unable to breath!

You were trying to catch your breath when you felt yourself being lifted gently upright and pulled close to All-Might's chest. You felt the beating of his heart, the heat radiating off of his body. It was comforting and safe...just like the Number One Hero should be. His hand that had moments ago felt as hard as steele was now as gentle as a cloud as it rubbed your back in small circles.

"Your crimes are atoned, young person. Calm your mind and body. Breathe slowly with me, now. I am here."

You tried to match the slow, deep rhythm of All-Might's breathing, sobs still hitching your own breath every so often. You soon found yourself melting into his embrace, your own arms wrapping themselves around his neck.

All-Might breathed a small sigh of relief, feeling your anxiety melt away and true contrition taking its place. He held you like this for a few minutes more before carefully pushing you an arm's length away, studying your face.

Red swollen eyes, face wet with tears, hair mussed and clothes rumpled. This was the look of a chastined child. He knew he need not worry about you any longer. His smile finally reached his eyes and you looked down, suddenly embarrassed.

"All-Might," you whispered, shuffling your feet awkwardly.

"Yes, young person, what is it?"

"I'm really, truly sorry for what I did. I promise I'll find a way to make myself useful in the world, just like you said."

"I know you will."

"All-Might?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Y/N, btw."

All-Might threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh.

"Well, Y/N, it seems only appropriate we know each other properly after today. I am most pleased to meet your acquaintance."

You finally looked back up at his friendly face, a small grin finally breaking through your own.

All-Might nodded approvingly.

"Yes, very good! Now, Y/N. Let us return the box and money to the proprietor's of the convenience store and make your apologies. I do not believe any charges will be pressed when I assure them that I have taken responsibility for you. As for your "friends"...."

You shook your head.

"They're not my friends, and they were never going to be my friends. Just let them go. I stole the money, not them. And in the end, I got to meet you...though it wasn't exactly how I had imagined it going when I used to dream about it." You rubbed your bottom gingerly, wincing. It was probably a mass of purple hand prints under your clothes.

All-Might looked down at you once again and let out another hearty laugh...and your heart lifted higher.

You walked side by side with the Number One Hero, and felt at peace.

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sorryimananti-romantic · 1 month

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let me explain sun , moon , and rising

Your sun sign represents your core personality, the essence of who you are.

Your moon sign represents your emotional side, your inner feelings, and your subconscious self.

Your rising sign, also known as your ascendant sign It's all about your outward personality, how you present yourself to the world, and your initial impression on others.

and there a lot of things that can influence your placement for example the house that placement in we have 12 houses and the degree of the sign in the house and there is something called planetary aspects its about the angles the planets were from each other and finally the retrograde the planet will look like it's moving backwards.

my cute constipated anon

you've got this Cancer Sun, which means you're like the ultimate caretaker among us. Cancer is all about being super nurturing and protective, like a cozy blanket wrapped around those you love. You're really in tune with your emotions and have this deep connection to your family and home. It's like you have this built-in radar for anyone who needs a shoulder to lean on. You're all about creating a safe and secure space for yourself and those around you.

Now, your Leo Moon? That's where the drama and passion come in! Leo is all fire and excitement, just like you when you're feeling your emotions. You've got this magnetic energy that draws people in, and you're not afraid to let your feelings be known. You crave attention and recognition, and you shine brightest when you're expressing yourself creatively. Your emotions are big and bold, just like your heart.

And let's not forget about your Taurus Rising! This adds a whole layer of stability and practicality to your personality. You're like the rock that everyone can rely on, always there with a steady hand and a calming presence. You've got a real eye for beauty and appreciate the finer things in life. Plus, you're as stubborn as they come when it comes to sticking to your guns!

Putting it all together, you're this beautiful mix of nurturing and protective, dramatic and passionate, and stable and grounded. You've got this warm and generous spirit, and your loyalty to your loved ones is unwavering. Life with you is like a creative adventure wrapped in a cozy hug, and I wouldn't have it any other way!

my lovely yumi

So, you've got this Capricorn Sun, which is like having a big dose of ambition and determination in your personality. Capricorn is all about being practical and driven to succeed, just like you. You've got this inner fire that pushes you to set goals and go after them with all you've got. It's like you always have a clear roadmap for where you want to go in life, and nothing can stand in your way.

But that's not all! Your Capricorn Sun also means you're super responsible and grounded. You take your commitments seriously and approach life with a sensible and pragmatic mindset. People know they can count on you to be reliable and dependable, no matter what. You're like the rock that everyone leans on when things get tough.

And let's talk about discipline! With your Capricorn Sun, you've got this amazing ability to stay focused and disciplined, even when things get challenging. You're not one to give up easily, and you're willing to put in the hard work to achieve your long-term goals. It's like you have this inner strength that helps you push through any obstacles that come your way.

Lastly, your respect for tradition and authority sets you apart. You value established systems and structures, and you're not afraid to follow the rules when it makes sense to do so. Plus, your natural leadership skills mean you're often the one people look up to when they need guidance or direction.

So, to sum it all up, you're practical, ambitious, and disciplined, with a strong sense of responsibility and respect for tradition. You're like the ultimate goal-getter, always pushing yourself to be the best you can be. And that's what makes you such an incredible person.

my mbti is INFP

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thank you for explaining simply in so much detail, this was helpful haha! and constipated anon, you gotta let us know how accurate this is hehe (you sound like a warm person and i'm 🥹)

as for me, the ambitions be a little low lately and the discipline a little lacking, but i do think of myself as disciplined, very practical, somewhat responsible, reliable and dependable, and i def have that inner strength that keeps me going no matter how low i hit 😔✌️ thank you so much for this comprehensive explanation <33

also constipated anon you have your answer we have an infp here :D

#constipated anon you sound fire #🦝 anon we need to know what your moon and rising and sun? mean for you too #🦝 anon #yumi.asks

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