#(he's got a lot of self-doubt but when the cards are down he stands by who or what he needs to)

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way: Chapter 2

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, attempted sexual assault (not Joel), somno, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot)but fair warning, major age gap

This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.

Please make sure you read the warnings, this chapter will have some of the most intense stuff of this fic!

You woke up with a start, scrambling on the dirty mattress to sit up. It was Tommy, not Joel.

“It’s just me” He said with a plate of food. “He’s doing business, he’ll be back later.”

You knew what ‘later’ meant for you.

Tommy set down the plate and stepped forward, making you scramble back against the wall. “Relax, honey, I ain’t gonna touch yuh. Joel made sure to give a  big speech full of vivid details on what he’d do to anyone who did” He pulls something out of his pocket; a deck of cards. “You know how to play solitaire?”

You nod.

“Good, you can have these. I imagine it’s gonna get real boring here when he-” Tommy stopped himself. Your purpose here was for Joel to fuck, and not much else, this was sure to lead to intense boredom in your solitary confinement; Tommy was offering you a small mercy, something to do.

“Go fish?” You asked softly.

*

You and Tommy end up playing the world quietest game of go fish, slowly easing up to him. You learned a thing or two from him in the small pieces he gave you, like that Joel was his older brother. You found it odd at first, to be sure, but the parts came together the more you thought about it. Their personalities were different, Tommy was much softer, kinder, gentle; it gave you an idea.

“Whats it like?” You asked.

Tommy looks up from his cards at that. “What’s what like?”

You don’t look at him. “Joel… he’s gonna…  and I’ve never” You feel your heart rate pick up, anxious for his reaction.

You hear a loud sigh, and see Tommy scrub his face. “I can’t be having this conversation with you” He starts to get up.

“NO!” You lunge forward, grabbing his hand and looking him dead in the eye. “No, please, I need to know what’s going to happen.”

With a groan, he sits back down, looking up at the ceiling. “Well, you’ll probably bleed, but not everyone does. And it’s gonna hurt. I doubt Joel’s gonna take it easy on you.”

There’s a long period of silence before you say your next words. “Can you do it?”

In a flash, Tommy was standing up and walking to the door.

“Wait! Please!” you scramble up, grabbing his arm before it turns the handle.

“No! I’m not participating in this! I got enough on my conscience as it is!” His eyes are shut tight as you pull on him to turn to you.

“Please, Tommy, you’ll make it easier, I don’t want it to hurt!”

He opened his eyes wide, gripping your shoulders. “It’s going to hurt either way! There’s no ‘easier’, you’re fucked!”

You freeze, tears welling up in your eyes. “Tommy, please. I need you to do this.”

The desperation in your eyes gave him pause to consider. He had tried to stop this whole thing from happening, tried to pull back his brother the way only he knew how, to give Joel some sort of moral compass that he lost the day Sarah died… but even Tommy wasn’t enough. He saw the look Joel had in his eyes, that intense focus, that desire, not just to fuck her but to control her, own her in every sense of the word… and if Joel ever found out he did this, he’d be fucked. But Tommy was trying his best to make things easier on the young girl, and she was right; he’d be easier than Joel.

“You can never tell anyone, or we are both dead.”

Tommy was careful, opening you up with his fingers first, then fucking you, placing his pants under you, stopping the bleeding from staining the bed; a dead giveaway. He tried to touch you, out of courtesy, give you at least something, but you declined. Joel wouldn’t do that, you shouldn’t get used to it.

When it was over, Tommy couldn’t look you in the eyes as he wiped you off, putting on his blood and cum stained pants and leaving the room.

You played solitaire for hours until Joel stomped in.

With wide eyes, you stare up at Joel, setting down the cards.

“Get on the bed” He spoke harshly, dirt and blood on his skin and clothes and you could tell it had been a long day, and you were about to get the end of it. You did as you were told, getting onto the ‘bed’ which was a mattress on the floor, and waiting for instruction. Tommy was right; it had hurt, and Joel was bigger, and much, much angrier.

“It’s simple, little one. All you have to do is lay there and take it. Don’t gotta do nothing fancy, no tricks, no skills.” he took a few steps closer, beginning to undo his belt. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll make ure everything is okay.” he pulled off the belt, and slid down his pants before stepping out of each leg, moving slowly towards your shaking form, towering over you. “ I don’t want to hurt you, and I ain’t letti’n none of them touch you, so no more worrying about whose cock is going to be in your pretty little mouth.” 

Joel bent over and you whimpered as he took your chin in his hand, forcing you too look up at him. “It’s yes sir, no sir, you don’t talk back, you do as you’re told, don’t try to escape and you’re good to go.” He let go of you, standing straight up and god, he was intimidating from where you sat. “You’ll never have to wonder where your next meal is coming from., you just get to sit pretty for me.” Joel finally pulled down his boxers, spitting in his hand before beginning to stroke his extensive length. “And really, isn’t this just better?”

Despite at least know what to expect, you were terrified. You had seen Joel kill your brother only yesterday, you knew what he was capable of, and you didn’t believe his ‘I won’t hurt you’ spiel for a second.

“Please don’t” you plea softly. “I don’t want to…”

Stepping out of his boxers, he huffs a laugh. “Funny, I don’t remember askin’ you”

Picking you up, Joel flipped you onto your stomach and straddled your legs, pinning you to the bed as you squirmed, quite ‘no’s’ and ‘please’s’ slipping out of your mouth, getting louder until he tugged down your pants and it all culminated in screaming while you twist and turn, trying to get away and hit him. “GET OFF ME! YOU FUCKER!”

Joel did not like that, turning you over fully onto your back and slapping you, hard. Your head rang from the force of his large hand, and you tasted blood in your mouth. Everything was hazy as you stilled in shock, and you didn’t even realize what he was doing until a second stinging pain pulled you attention.

“Ah, AH!” you shout as Joel thrusts into you in one go, splitting you open, and if you had any sense in you, you’d be thankful Tommy was your first; you couldn’t imagine the pain you’d be in right now. However, in the moment, you were only concerned with the pain as you continue to whimper.

“Shut the fuck UP!” Joel shouted, covering your mouth as he thrust into you, looking down to watch himself disappear into you. “You look so good like this, little girl, all stretched out around me, fuck. Awww you're bleeding?” Joel patted your pussy. "Am I braking you? Just a lil bit?" He picked up the pace, harsh and brutal, and you begin to cry, as quietly as you can.

“Fuck, you cry so pretty, no wonder all those men wanted to hurt you, so fucking gorgous” Growing more eratic, a thin sheen of sweat grew on his forehead and he smiled cruelly, slipping his hand around your folds "But they don't get to, not anymore" you were wetter than you'd like to admit. “Sure you don’t want this? You’re awfully wet. Think I can make you come huh? While you cry and pretend to hate the feeling of me filling you up?” Joel touched your click, and laughed when he felt you clench around him. “Yeeeeah, yeah you like this, sweet thing”

There was something warm brewing in your stomach, a warmth that spread to your skin, and you weren’t entirely sure what was happening. Were you poisoned? Is he fucking your dying body? But it felt good. 

“Let go, little one, come on my cock”

A pleasureful pulsing in between your legs and suddenly your body felt great, and you didn’t know why; it didn’t last long, however, not long enough to distract you from what was happening. When it faded, you realized Joel was coming on your pelvis and the dirty shirt you still had on from yesterday. You didn’t look at him as he got up, turning your head to look at the wall, trying to stop existing in the moment. When you heard him leave, you curl over on your side and keep crying, too tired and too upset to notice when he came back until Joel arms wrapped around you again.

“Please” You whimpered, too tired to put up much of a fight. “It hurts too much.”

“Shh, shhh sweetness, we’re not going to do anything.” Joel scooped you up, wrapping the ratty blanket around your exposed bottom before carrying you out of the room. You were disgusted with him and yourself, but you were scared and lonely, so you clung to him; you didn’t want to be alone. 

Joel carried you into the bathroom, pulling off the blanket and laying you down into a hot tub of water, pulling off your old shirt.

“There we go, little one, just relax, close your eyes and relax” Joel spoke softly, washing you with the harsh soap and gentle touches speaking softly into your ear. What did he think this was? What were you to him? When you were cleaned up, he put you in his clothes, whispering promises to get you your own. You could tell, as you walked from the bathroom to your room, that the men were watching you, but Joel arms around you left no room for them; you were his.

This was the routine for nearly a week. Joel would fuck you, and it would hurt. He never kissed you, but he always made you come, slowly conditioning you to have a pavlovian response to him; your body associating him with an orgasm, making you start to get wet when you saw him, despite how afraid you constantly were. This made things a little easier, but Joel never took it easy on you during sex, and it was multiple times a day. Afterwards, however, it was strange… sometimes he’d draw you a bath, sometimes he’d bring you food, clean you off, small, soft moments that never failed to confuse you with the juxtaposition of what was happening. You took it, however, whatever he gave you, because you were lonely, and you were scared. You saw Tommy sometimes, every day he brought you food and stayed to talk for as long as he could, even if just a few minutes, but sometimes long enough to play a card game or two. You felt like you were going crazy, secluded enough that you almost found yourself looking forward to Joel. Almost. 

Despite his insistence he didn’t want to hurt you, he did. Not on purpose, you didn’t think, but more that he was careless as he manhandled you, the painful grip on your face in he covered your mouth, the punishing pace he set, your face hitting the wall when he turned you. In the moment, it was painful, but after he came and he calmed down, he seemed to almost feel bad, hence taking care of you.

But tonight it had simply been too much, everything hurt, your heart ached, and you were going stir crazy in your room with nothing to do but play solitair and get fucked. You had been assessing the room and different options, and you realized while the window didn’t open, it wasn’t bared. If you broke the glass and climbed out fast, you could get a head start in the woods. It was spring, cool but not cold, and certainly you could find somewhere to go, right? Run away, somewhere far, far to where Joel could never find you.

That's how you found yourself, running in the woods, blood on your hands from punching the window open despite wrapping the thin blanket around your hand, fleeing for your life. You had heard shouts from the house as you escaped, they knew you were gone, and were after you. You could hear the sound of a horse, although the lay out of the woods made it impossible to tell where the hoof prints were coming from as Joel, Tommy, or one of the other men chased you down, you weren't sure who. Weak from lack of food and sleep, and the cold air in your lungs, you tried to run, not getting very far when Joel nearly trampled you with his horse, picking you up by your shirt and throwing you over it on your stomach. You kicked and screamed and pleaded and cried, but it was no use. Joel didn’t say a word, quickly riding back to the barn and yanking you down. His silence was terrifying, and eerie calm before the storm you knew was coming. 

“Joel, please, I’m sorry!” You shout, trying desperately to make things better, but Joel was on a mission, dragging you by your hair out of the bar and grabbing something you couldn’t see.

“JOEL!” You hear Tommy shout from across the field of grass, running over to where you were desperately attempting to keep up with Joel’s long strides and he pulled you by your hair, not caring if you tripped and it hurt. “Joel, stop, you need to calm down” Tommy tried to calm his brother, but Joel wasn’t listening, an Tommy attempted to pull you up to ease the weight on your scalp. When you got inside, the other raiders had gathered in the living room, and you expected Joel to take you to your room where he’d do whatever he was planning as punishment; instead, he stopped by the fireplace, throwing whatever it is he grabbed from the barn into the fire.

Joel pulled you up, hand still deep in your hair as he thrust your back up against the wall. “Don’t I treat you good?” He asked, oddly calm. “I take care of you, I feed you, I don’t let anyone else touch you.” Is that what he thought? That he was taking care of you? “You don’t have to do a damn but sit in that room and cum. You think things are so bad here? You think I abuse you? I’LL FUCKING SHOW YOU WHAT ABUSE IS!” Joel suddenly screams, loud and in your ear. “You think I treat you like a whore? I’ll show you how a whore gets treated!” Joel let go of your hair, but you were too terrified to move as Joel grabbed the collar of the shirt and ripped it open and pulling it off before yanking down your pants, exposing your naked body to Tommy and several hungry looking men in the room.

Tommy stepped forward, talking quietly. “Joel, don’t do this-”

Joel pulled out his gun, pointing it at Tommy, “Stand against the wall, you don’t get to play knight in shining armor this time.” 

Tommy looked at you apologetically, then backed away. Your eyes turned to another man you recognized from the first day, the redhead, was staring at you like a piece of meat before Joel yanked your face back to his. “Tommy ain’t saving you this time, neither is Nick.” He throws you over the table, bare stomach to the cold wood, and handcuffing your right arm to the leg. “Fucking ungrateful bitch!” You heard him unbuckle and before you had a chance to blink, he thrust into you violently. “This is how whores get treated, is this what you want?” When you didn’t answer, he screamed again. “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!”

“No” You sob, looking up to Tommy for help, but Tommy stood where he was told too, closing his eyes. There was no point in trying to stop Joel on a rampage, unless you wanted to die.

You do as Tommy did; you close your eyes, and try to pretend you weren’t here, that the pain wasn’t happening, that you weren’t being violated in front of several men, including one that was the only person you could consider even close to a friend. From where you were bent over you could feel Joel hitting your cervix. Joel continued to degrade you, telling you this is what whores get, that dumb bitches don’t get cared for, that this was all you were good for before pulling out and cumming on your back.

You thought it was over, but Joel had one last trick. 

“Since you want to try and run away, despite how good I’ve been, better make sure anyone that finds you knows who you belong to.”

“STOP!” Tommy shouts, one last try. “This is enough, she’s learned her lesson Joel, you're going to fucking far!”

Joel didn’t listen, and when you turned to see what he was doing, you realized what he grabbed from the barn

A cattle brand, his initials on the hot iron. 

“Jo- AHH!” Your final attempts at begging for mercy are cut off by the searing pain on you hip, burning, blinding pain as you were branded. You were vaguely aware of Tommy yelling something, but you couldn’t tell anyone. Still handcuffed and bent over a table, Joel slapped the fresh burn as a last bit of punishment, and you were so exhausted you were only capable of a whimper. You could smell your own chard flesh in the air as the adrenaline coursed through you.

Joel walked around to the other end of the table and bent down to be face to face with you, brown eyes large and intense even in your bleary vision. “You’re gonna be thankful for just me, little one”

Joel stood up, and announced to the men there that they could all have a turn with you tonight, and stormed off into his room.

You were out of tears, out of pleas, ready to just lay there and take it until it was over, and hope to god if you behave Joel would go back to how he was.

You could see the redhead, step forward and begin to unzip, but Tommy, forever your savior, pushed him away. “Back off Nick”

“Oh I suppose you want her first?” 

“No one’s touching her” 

You felt a warm blanket draped over you, before Tommy knelt down and picked the lock on the handcuffs

Nick argued. “Joel said we can have her”

“And I said no. I can’t stop Joel’s bullshit, but I can draw the line with you all”

“What, so you can have her but we can’t?”

“No one but Joel is having her, fuck off”

"He said"

"And I said no"

Wrapping the blanket around you to cover your modesty, Tommy picked you up and carried you into your room, carefully laying you on the side that wasn’t burned. “I’ll be right back” he promised.

And he did, gently putting ointment on you and bringing his clothes for you to change into, but you were so shaken you preferred to just stay wrapped in the blanket.

“I’m sorry, honey” were the last words he sent to you before he left. You lay in your shitty bed, awake for hours, crying on and off.

When the door opened again, you thought maybe it was Tommy, but you recognized Joel’s footsteps, and froze in place. You weren’t sure how much you could take, at this point, how much more he could do to you before you gave up, before you found some way to end it all. For now, however you were going to behave, you were going to be good; you didn’t want to be hurt again. So you laid there, ready for Joel to take you how he always did, hoping to god he’d protect you from the other men and not hurt you again, not like he had, anyway.

But he didn’t.

Joel laid down behind you, pulling you in so that his body encased yours, wrapping his arms around you with a tender touch. Suddenly, your exhaustion took over the alert terror in your body that was keeping you up, and despite the fact he was the one that hurt you, you felt relaxed and safe. Before you drifted off to sleep in his arms, he gently placed his hand over the burnt skin where his initials were permanently etched on you. "Mine" he whispered in your ear. “No one else gets to touch you, little one”

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[nahoney22]

Hello! I loved your Card Bane soulmate story and was wondering if you could do a soulmate one with Wrecker. I have a feeling he would be so cute with a soulmate!

The Light in the Night (Soulmate AU)

Wrecker x GN!Reader

word count: 2.3k

AU in which you meet your soulmate in your dreams when the closer they are, the clearer you see.

warnings: slightly insecure reader who has a lot of self doubt, brief crying reader but mainly fluff, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, somewhat mutual pining, soulmate au.

Thanks for the request , enjoy 😊

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You were exhausted, having just come back from another grueling day at work on the planet of Ord Mantell. Despite the long hours and low pay, the only thing you looked forward to was sleep, even though you never dreamed.

That is, until tonight.

As you drifted off, a faint glimmer of light appeared in your mind, breaking the darkness that usually filled your dreams.

"Hello?" you called out, half-convinced that you were imagining things. But the light didn't fade, an array of mist surrounded you and as your eyes adjusted to the new source of illumination, you realise that there was a figure standing in front of you. Although, not exact. They were blurry, practically a silhouette.

Your heart begins to race, even in your deep slumber. You recall many stories about people seeing things in their sleep, usually people, and it all linked to… no… surely you do not have a soulmate?

You called out again, louder but to no avail. You even find yourself reaching out through the mist but the blaring sound of your alarm roused you from your confusing dream.

You jolted upright in bed, gasping for air as beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Letting out a groan, you slammed your hand over the blaring alarm, finally silencing its incessant noise that roused you from that peculiar dream..

“What was that?” you murmured to yourself, peering through the darkness of your lonely flat and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

For what felt like hours, you sat upright, replaying the minimal dream over and over in your head. It was a fluke, right? These things didn't happen to people like you. You tried to shake off the memory as you made your way to work, passing by a busy food stall that sold an array of different foods.

As the day wore on, your colleague noticed a shift in your mood. Your typically upbeat self was now down in the dumps. “What's wrong?” they asked, pulling up a chair next to you during lunch break.

You knew your friend had experience with this sort of thing; they had already met their soulmate. But you didn't want to admit outright that you may have found yours. Maybe it was just your imagination. Maybe you had eaten something that sent you on a wild dream. Besides, you had always dismissed the notion that soulmates existed.

“It's just...” you trailed off, nervously twirling your spoon in your cup of tea. “Can you tell me how you met your partner again?”

Your friend raised an eyebrow, a small smirk flitting across their lips. “It started when I was sleeping and out of nowhere some mist appeared.”

Your skin prickled with goosebumps, the memory all too familiar. “And then what?”

“Every night, the image of them got clearer and clearer until I saw exactly what they looked like. That means they're close by,” they replied nonchalantly, gauging your reaction. “Why do you ask? Did you have a dream like that?”

You drummed your fingers against your cup, sighing as you nodded. “Just one.”

“Eeeee!” your friend squealed, patting you on the back. “That's exciting, isn't it?”

Your countenance betrayed a mixture of emotions, with excitement far from the forefront. Instead, nervousness and confusion seemed to be the primary emotions flooding your psyche. What if you never meet them? What if, one night, you fall asleep only to be met with the darkness once more because they had gone? You were prone to underselling yourself regardless of the situation, so why would this be any different? You had tried dating in the past to no avail due to a lack of suitors. What made this situation any more promising?

“I don’t feel well, I need to go,” you announced to your colleague, rising abruptly from your seat and shedding your apron before placing it on the crates. You ignored their curious expression as you made your way out, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. “You okay to shut up shop?”

Your colleague merely gave you a sad smile and nodded. “Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Despite your friend's words, sleep eluded you. You occupied yourself with watching old holomovies and other activities that could keep you awake, determined not to give in to the seductive call of slumber. Disappointment had no place in your life, so why start now? But no matter how hard you tried, your eyes grew heavier until you found yourself succumbing to the dream world once more.

You were alone but not lonely. Speaking aloud, as you often did both in reality and in sleep, you caught a glimpse of a silhouette. This time, however, it was clearer. He was tall, very tall, and remarkably muscular, donning dark armor whose design you could not discern. Could he have been a soldier? You could feel the thrill of excitement running through you, but then you began to wonder about his allegiances, if he had any at all. It was very typical of you to see faults in everything.

Then you woke up.

So, you repeated the day ahead. Get up, go to work, and return home. But this time, you went straight to bed, eager to dream of him again. If the dream was clearer last time, what was to say it wouldn't be even better this time around?

Your vision was sharper. You could see him, really see him. And he was a sight to behold.

Tall, muscular, and with an infectious laugh you could not hear but one that made you long to hear it. He was definitely handsome, with tanned skin and some scarring, but he appeared lovely nonetheless. It was almost too good to be true.

You soon realized that if you could see him, he was probably dreaming of you as well. You grew paranoid, wondering if he felt the same way about your appearance. But before you could overthink it any further, you awoke to the sound of your alarm.

From that day on, you went to bed eagerly, content to dream of him. Your colleague noticed a change in your demeanor, teasing you about the object of your dreams and asking what he looked like. But it felt too personal to share. Only you could see him, and you weren't sure if you were ready to share him with anyone else yet.

Because you could see him, you hoped that he was on the same planet as you. So during your lunch breaks, you set out in search of a glimpse of the man of your dreams. But you weren't sure what you would do if you actually found him.

Unsurprisingly, your search for him in waking life proved fruitless, so you resigned yourself to the magic of your dreams to conjure his image. But this particular night held a different outcome. With an eager smile on your lips, you wrapped yourself tightly in your blanket and shut your eyes, hoping to coax sleep into coming sooner. When it finally arrived, your heart seized. He was gone, leaving you alone in a void of darkness.

You woke up in the middle of the night feeling deflated and despondent. Where had he gone?

The next day at work, your colleague noticed the worried expression etched on your face and slid you a cup of caf before asking what was wrong.

“He wasn’t there in my dream last night,” you mumbled, realizing how silly and pathetic it sounded to miss someone you had never met.

“Don’t worry,” your friend reassured, “he may have just gone off-world for a bit.”

But you knew the truth. You only saw him when he was close by. “So, you don’t think it’s because he’s no longer my soulmate?” you asked, hoping for a different answer.

Your friend looked down at their own drink and shrugged a little shyly. “I don’t know. It isn’t exactly unheard of someone losing their soulmate in their sleep.”

Pang. Your heart may have just shattered into a million pieces. “Oh,” you whispered sadly, once-hopeful anticipation replaced with aching sorrow.

Despite your friend's reassuring words, which failed to settle within you, you returned to work and anxiously awaited the end of the day. Maybe, just maybe, he would be there tonight.

But he wasn’t. Nor was he there the next night, or the next, or the one after that.

As weeks passed, the memory of the tall, strong man faded into the distance. Each night, your dreams remained empty and dark, void of his presence. Though you tried to convince yourself that it didn't bother you, the truth was that the thought of never seeing him again weighed heavily on your heart.

You tried to maintain your composure, telling yourself that it was all just a silly fantasy. But when a rude comment from a customer pushed you over the edge, all the emotions you had been suppressing came flooding to the surface.

Tears streamed down your face as you fled the shop, the weight of the past few weeks feeling heavier than ever before. You collapsed against a wall in a secluded sector, feeling completely lost and alone.

With your head buried in your knees, you release deep and trembling breaths in a futile attempt to quell the storm of emotions brewing inside you. Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat draws your attention, and you lift your gaze to find a young girl standing before you, a box of mantel mix clasped under her arm. Her soft voice breaks the silence, “Hey, are you alright?” Her head tilts to the side, her blonde hair falling across her face.

You sniffle and hastily wipe away your tears, before nodding in response. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.” Your gaze wanders, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of protectiveness as you realize she is alone. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. It’s not safe.”

“Then neither should you,” she counters playfully, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

“You got me there,” you reply, still sniffling but feeling the weight of your emotions lift slightly.

“I’m here with my brothers anyway,” she offers, grabbing a handful of mantel mix and then extending the box towards you, which you decline politely.

“Ah, that’s good then,” you murmur, leaning your head back to gaze at the sky above, oblivious to the fact that the girl is studying you intently.

“You seem familiar,” she says slowly, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty as she struggles to recall where she might have seen you before. You glance back at her and shrug.

“If you’ve ever been to the small market to the left of the district, you may have seen me there,” you suggest, but she shakes her head.

She lifts her arm, tapping into her comm device. “Wrecker, can you come to where I am for a second?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “One of your brothers?”

She nods. “I feel like he knows you, but I can’t quite remember why.”

You waited anxiously, feeling your heart pounding in your chest, until a deep, resounding voice called out from the distance. “Hey Omega, you alright?”

Your head whipped around to locate the source of the sound, and your eyes locked onto a towering figure striding confidently in your direction. His imposing physique was unforgettable. It was him, the man from your dreams, the one you knew deep down was your soulmate. As he approached, he focused his gaze on the girl, but when his eyes met yours, he had to do a double take.

“It’s you!” he exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes widening in awe, but he couldn't help but smile, a broad and infectious grin spreading across his face.

You gaze up at him, utterly stunned, completely speechless, and nod your head in response, awestruck. He lowers himself to your level, and his smile is replaced by a frown when he notices your tear-stained cheeks. "Hey now, why the tears? Has someone upset or hurt you?" He asks tenderly, his enormous hand coming towards your face as he wipes away a tear with gentleness.

"N-no," you stammer, finally finding your voice. "It's just," you pause, hesitant about revealing that you were crying because you missed seeing him in your dreams, but his next words put your mind at ease.

"You missed me?" He asks, hopeful, a shy expression on his rugged face. "Because I missed you a lot when I left this planet."

So he did leave! Your heart pounds rapidly, a wave of emotions engulfing you. "I missed you too," you say, letting out a short laugh. It feels strange to miss someone you've never met, but thankfully, he feels the same.

"Come with me. I want you to meet my sister and brothers," he invites, extending his hand to you. His hands are massive, and yours seem tiny as he lifts you off the ground as if you weigh nothing.

Omega is beaming, giddy, and already running towards the others, leaving you alone with him.

"So, soulmates, huh?" He asks with a bashful gaze, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I suppose so," you reply sheepishly, quickly introducing yourself. "And you're Wrecker?"

"That's me!" He exclaims, looking down at you with tenderness. "Maker, you're stunning."

You blush, turning away, but his hand under your chin turns you back to face him. "Don't be shy with me," he whispers. For a big man, his whispers are almost silent.

"Okay," you breathe shakily, taking a chance by glancing briefly at his lips. He smirks instantly at the gesture.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks curiously, not hiding the fact that he also wants to kiss the person who has been in his dreams for a long time.

You blush brightly, stammering over your words, and in the midst of it all, he hears you say yes. He silences you with a soft kiss, savoring the moment until you both part. "I'm incredibly lucky to have you as my soulmate," he breathes softly, wrapping his arms around you and holding you closer.

You never want to leave his embrace.

You also wondered why Omega seemed to recognise you but you can’t help but get the feeling that you had been the topic of conversation for however long he had seen you. And clearly, it worked out for the best.

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may the devil request a smut of gun :'(

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MINORS SHOO

How do you like your coffee?

Gun Park x female!reader

Includes: oral (male receiving), penetration, goo just existing, mentions of past abusive relationship, one night stand.

A/N: this is the first time I’m writing a smut so I’m really sorry if its bad!

You called a cab and rushed out of the house since you were already late. On the way to the club you started to doubt if this was a good idea, your self-esteem was down to the ground even after it took so long to get ready, you still doubt you will attract someone since the words of your now ex boyfriend were playing on repeat in your head. Words of how no other man will look at you the way he does, how no one actually finds you attractive, words that soon will be erased from your mind.

Arriving at the location was faster than you expected. After getting out of the cab you saw your friend in front of the club waiting for you. After hugging your friend they broke the silence:

“I’m so glad you decided to come.”

“How could I not come? I haven’t seen you in like forever” you said as a smile made its way to your lips.

“You know what I meant by that. I thought you still want that bastard back.”

An embarrassed look took over your face at the memory of how many nights you cried for that man.

“Whatever, you will find yourself a man this night and be forever over that ass hole.” Your friend said as you two made your way into the club.

It was very dark inside, the only source of light were the blue and purple neons that kept flashing in rythm with the loud music. You and your friend got were now sitting in front of the bar waiting for your drinks.

“Sooo? See anyone?” your friend said pretty loud enough for anyone near you to hear.

“Well, not really” You said pretty embarrassed that you were in fact here to get a man’s attention.

“Here are your drinks” The bartender said and when you took your card out to pay he added “That guy paid for them.” motioning towards a blonde guy that was sitting at a table a few feet away from you with another man you found to be really handsome that seemed to be annoyed by the blonde’s presence.

After taking your drinks you decided to go and thank the blonde man.

Noticing you coming towards him a wide smile was now plastered on his face. “You’re way prettier up close darling” he said looking up to you.

“Thank you for paying for my and my friend’s drinks” you said as formally as you could.

“I sweat that you literally have the same line for every girl you see” the man next to the blonde said in an annoyed tone while pinching his nose bridge.

“Awwww, c’mon Gun, dont be so mean to me.”

You wanted to laugh at the dynamic between them two but decided to keep that laugh in.

“So, sweetheart, whats your type?” the blonde dude asks you.

Deciding to be bold you replied “Your friend resembles my type very well.”

“What?” was the blonde’s response as he saw how amused was Gun with your reply to his faulty flirting.

“Y/N” your friend called making you divert your attention from Gun who seemed to be inspecting you.

“Y/N! Why did you let me alone at the bar?” your friend said, their eyes darting between you and the two men from the table.

“AH! YOU’RE WAY PRETTIER UP CLOSE DARLING!” Said Goo to your friend and both you and Gun started laughing at him.

“Um.. ok” your friend said not giving the blonde any attention. “So, Y/N, how do you like your coffee?”

“What?” you replied not understanding what f/n wants.

F/N then motions towards the two males at the table and it clicks for you. They were asking you which of them you liked. Looking towards them you gave a side-eye to Gun and they got the idea.

“Can we stay with you two?” Your friend asked turning towards the blonde dude. “I’m F/N”

“Of course you can ! I’m Goo and this is Gun” said the man with a very excited tone.

“Oh, that’s right, I’m Y/N”

The four of you talked for a while, you had a lot of attempts to get Gun to talk with you before he finally gave in and you two actually had a more decent conversation. As the alcohol was kicking in you moved more close to the man and were more bold with your flirting. This didnt go unnoticed by Gun and by the time your friend interrupted he already had his hand on your tigh.

“Y/N, I’m not feeling good” your friend said.

Before you got the chance to ask them whats wrong Goo spoke:

“It’s ok! Don’t bother Y/N, I will take you outside so you can take a breathe of fresh air”

“Are you sure its ok?” You asked your friend

“Yes, its fine” f/n said as they made their way outside with Goo.

“You live close?” Gun asked you.

“Kinda, but we don’t live together and besides they won’t let me take them home.”

“That’s not why I’m asking.”

“Oh” You said before the male pressed his lips on yours. Your head was spinning from the alcohol in your drink and from his intoxicating smell. You kissed him back as the hand he had on your tigh was slowly going upwards your dress. Then he broke the kiss and repeated “So you live close?”

The way home felt like it took forever. After finally getting home you didnt even get the chance to take your shoes off sincer Gun’s hands were all over you as he was kissing you roughly. Clothes were torn apart or being tossed on the floor making a way towards your bedroom. His kissing got more aggressive, his hands searching for more parts of your body before finally finding the clasp to your bra.

Your hands started exploring his body, fingers tracing the scars he had on his back before getting down to the hem of his pants as Gun got up looking at you with a smirk across his face.

“You’re waiting for what now?”

His words were enough to make you open his pants and caress the outline of his cock through his boxers earning a groan as a response from the tall male. Taking his boxers down you were met with his hard cock, a sight that made your mouth water. Taking Gun’s lenght into your mouth seemed easier than actually was, his girth and lenght made it really difficult to suck on it making you a drooling mess as Gun entangled a hand in your hair to keep you still as he started moving his hips back and forth.

The sight of Gun naked and the way his cock was marking your throat made you try to rub your tighs in an attempt to get some sort of relief, this didnt go unnoticed by him as he pushed your head away from his cock, leaving a string of spit going from your mouth to his length.

Gun pushed you on the soft blanked on your bed looking at you with a lust you’ve never seen before. The moonlight rays were passing through the bedroom’s window, the only source of light made him seem so dreamy, contouring his face and body making him appear so out of this world.

He then kissed you hard, his hands roaming around your body, drawing circles on your skin here and there as he spread your legs. A moan escaped your lips as Gun sank into your wet core going slow first and as your moans got faster, your nails dug deeper into his back, his moves got more rough. You kissed him again, this time it wasn’t a rough kiss like you two exchanged before, it was more of an intimate kiss, that, to your surprise, he returned.

Your moans got louder as you started loosing your vision and his name came out of your mouth as a chant.

“Go ahead, I’m almost finished too.” Was all Gun said as you came, taking only a few more thrusts for the man to reach his climax too.

After some time you got out of your bedroom leaving Gun to wonder what exactly happened, he took out his cigarette pack from his pants that were laying on your bedroom’s floor but before he could light it you came back with something to eat and a shy smile across your face.

“I didn’t have enough ingredients to prepare a real meal but I think what I came up with will do” you said handing Gun a bowl as the male gave you a look that you couldn’t tell if it was disgust, empathy or something else.

The next morning he wasn’t there as you woke up. It made you feel empty that the only thing you knew about him was just his name.

On your bedside was an envelope.

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[youthnighttarot]

What’s your Soul’s Mission…?

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Tarot Card: Death rv, QOS, 2OP

(This one was long y’all)

You see what ur purpose is but, you don’t have a clear definition of what or where it is. It feels at a distance in some way. Something’s keeping you from evolving towards your mission keeping you stagnate. In the end keeping you from essentially growing towards ur higher self. There is some type of habit, quality, or personality trait your not aware of. It’s caused you a lot of inner chaos for you. Things may even feel quiet or at a stand still with you. Your at a distance from ur mission, which is represented by the pillars on the death card. (Which is at a distance from the knight) (I speak out loud when I doing my readings and immediately when I thought this I started to stumble on my words) There may be some blockages happening with your way of communicating, how it relates/translates to other people. As well as what you’re thinking vs what you’re saying. (If that makes sense?) How is it coming across to people you know..? You try to find the balanced energy inside of you however, you struggle and it leaves you feeling empty and unfulfilled. This need to find balance amongst your thoughts, emotions, and logic leads you to come off cold and stoic towards others. And maybe even come off too harshly (Even when you don’t mean to) There may be some internalized struggle you have with childhood traumas. This impacts how you view your adult self from your child eyes. You may feel like your “Adult” self is unattainable. But it most certainly is for you..! Your moon sign may have something to do with how you emotionally express yourself. (Listen to express yourself by Madonna there’s a message) Once finding this balance you will be able to throughly articulate and vocalize your thoughts and ideas. You will begin to say what people need to hear in that moment or just need to hear in general. By learning to transform yourself, you can help other’s to do the same for themselves. For some the reason you’ve been feeling this way is connected to childhood wounds you haven’t dealt with (For Some..!) I’m actually quite shaky right now…are you anxious pile one. Are you dealing with nerve problems or feelings if so, you really need to relax before you give yourself a panic attack or worse a heart attack..!!! That’s a sign that you need to let yourself be free, release your pain and let your true self go. Balancing the energy will release all blockages from your life…which will allow you to help others on the same or similar journeys. Don’t let how someone treated you in the past dictate how YOU treat others. (Karma is real!!!) Continue on your oath and grow.

Pile (2)

Tarot Cards: 8oS, 9oW rv, The Hermit

With the 8oS I’m getting the woman (On the card) may be telling herself she’s trapped but, she’s really not. Deep down she knows this. So maybe you will be helping people see through things that are not there lye beyond the surface. Helping people maybe escape their own mental prison. Maybe a therapist? (I also got that with pile one so you may resonate with that pile as well) You lost the wonder and drive you had because of this mindset. Keeping yourself in. Mentally torturing yourself and picking your life apart doesn’t help you in the long run. You could see this in others and want to help them break away from that self-prison you know so well ( If anyone knows that movie where Leo DiCaprio plays a guy wearing a mask that he’s trapped in that’s what I’m getting but mentally) You may be doubting yourself you have the ability to do what you want. You may have an idea or ideology that will benefit society. I kept getting throat blockages. Do you feel like your not being allowed to vocalize? (This also happened in pile one) something is causing you mental and verbal blockages and in order to focus on overwhelming and unhelpful thoughts which judge and negatively critic you. You may feel like you’ve failed but you haven’t. This unhealthy mindset leads you to overthink and loose drive for the things your passionate about. There will be a time where you isolate you may be doing this already. During this time you acquire a certain knowledge that will help society with whatever that may be even if it’s your local community. You will encourage people around you with how driven and vocal you are about what you believe in. You could even be exposing secrets and bring truth to light. Whether it be through therapy, the gov’t, or the entertainment business. You will be spilling the tea ☕️. You will be ripping down the veil of smoke and, mirrors of lies or secrets exposing what’s been hidden to the natural eye. Could even have something to do with the environment things like global warming and natural disasters. You may see something that others don’t see about to happen even. 333 popped out. 10th house popped out so you will def be something impactful on the public or in the public eye. (For some👀) SOME may even be in the entertainment industry. You could earn a lot of money from exposing these secrets, lies, or knowledge. Don’t let yourself be overwhelmed with these thoughts.You may not want to stop isolating yourself after but you need to! Ur on a mission don’t stop now.

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Tarot Cards: The ⭐️, Temperance rv, KoC rv

Hater energy lurking around you definitely. You may see how corrupt people can be towards others. You may create emotional balance or environmental balance. Whether it be between earth 🌍 and water 💧 (Farmer, gardener, botanist possible careers) or logic and emotion. You may go around the world to spread this ideology or system, that’s will possibly help children. You could be combining earth, water, and solar energy to power something that will benefit children in some way. It could have something to do with hands and feet each of the cards has the people holding something in there hand and touching land and sea with the feet. You may bridge the wealth gap somehow by helping to feed peoples children. You may do this by providing them access to jobs. And could possibly help the environment at the same time. People may have doubted you and secretly hater while standing by the sidelines doing nothing for themselves. But remember no one can judge you and somebody loves you 💓. You may receive a divine message from spirit where received these ideas…or you may be giving out the message you received on your own. You will definitely find balance between the elements of logic and emotions. 444 on the clock. You may do this in the public eye or lucid dream about it.

Thank you for reading!!💖💖

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[mysticbewitched]

MYSTIC AAAA OKOK I've been thinking of sharing this success story online but I feel like a lot of your audience need a serious self concept / confidence boosts and proof that mindset really is the goddamn KEY so here it is :))

this was YEARS ago, I was a teeny tiny middle schooler stopping by 7/11 on my way home from school. I grabbed my snickers bar and waited in line. in front of me was this reallyy cool and cute highschool guy. for some quick context: where I'm from, you can use your bus card to buy shit at certain places like 7/11.

I wanted his attention, to seem cool in front of him, you know? so like out of the blue I started scenario daydreaming. "what if the card machine (the one that lets you use your bus card to pay for shit) isn't working today? and the boy wouldn't have any actual money to pay for the thing he's got?" i have money "what if, in Cute Guy's time of need, I give him the money I was going to use for my beloved snickers bar?" middle school brain man she was so boy crazy. ANYWAYS I then think to myself "what's a cool way to ask someone if they need money?" because of course. immediately I start brainstorming on "cool" ways to ask if he needs money. I start panicking and thinking stuff like, "quick you have to think of something to say!!"

and guess what? seconds after that, when it was his turn in line, that exact scenario happened. the machine wasn't working, the boy didn't have money, I was all, "hey, you need cash?" and lmao yes that was what I came up with. I had hit maximum cool girl energy as I'd hoped, I gave the boy my candy money so he could pay for his bubblegum or whatever the fuck and I STRUTTED OUTTA THERE LETS GOO

now let me tell you, I did not fuckin know what manifesting even was. I literally thought I had had a VISION 😭 but looking back jt was so clear. I embodied the mindset immediately, I didn't think something like "ohh this isnt actually going to happennn" NO I submerged myself completely and anticipated it was already true, that it was just about to happen, that it was inevitable. and it manifested in seconds.

so bitches, embody the mindset, trust yourself, don't even acknowledge the "possibility" (because there is no possibility) of your desire not manifesting.

love you mystic!!

Little Bear, you are starting to become one of my favorite followers.

You are absolutely awesome as hell, my friend.

Thank you so much for sharing this with me, and reading this just blew me away. Wow, this was wild. Your reaction to this event going down must have been funny as hell back then. I'm sure you felt like you were in the twilight zone at this point.

Isn't it best the damn thing ever to be the operant power of your own reality? It is absolutely priceless and simply amazing.

It's such a beautiful thing to truly wake up from the dream and realize your power and the complete control you have over your entire reality. With all of that said, I'm so incredibly glad to hear that you realized the mindset truly is the key to easy and effortless manifestation success.

This is what I have been preaching about since day one, guys. I know exactly what I'm talking about here. I share my knowledge from deeply studying the law of consciousness for two years, being involved with witchcraft for five years, and looking back on my past successes with conscious manifestation.

It was *always* about the state of the mindset.

You just need to change your mindset to the mind of a confident manifestor, and all the struggles with your manifestations simply disappear. It's truly that easy.

Your self-doubting mindset is the only thing standing between you and your manifestations. Why are you doubting yourself? You are the creator.

This is all about faith in yourself.

Love you too and I send so much love to you. 🖤

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[levmada]

fluff alphabet [6/6]

last part last part !! This one has V–Z: value in the relationship, random hc, how affectionate they are, how they cope when missing their partner, and the lengths they will go to for the relationship.

thank you for the support on this little series (which was somehow easier to do than the smut alphabet lol)

wc: ~1.6k

warnings: S3P2 spoilers, sleep deprivation

V » Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

(Canon) Levi obviously has his priorities to the cause - it’s his duty. But listen! He was so selfish to - with the opinion that letting Erwin die would damn humanity - let Erwin rest instead of allowing the world to turn him into a monster.

This in mind, if Levi is willing to fight with you and for you, then he’s willing to risk his life for the sake of what you share. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘fling’ mao.

I think there’s very little he wouldn’t do - as any person he chooses to share his life and love with is what he holds with most value :((

W » Wild Card - A random fluff headcanon

The way Levi sleeps is either really funny or a little creepy. Let me explain:

He prefers not to sleep in a bed because he always wants to be on his guard (added by traumatic memories from the way his mother died) + what with growing up in the Underground, that meant being able to sleep in all sorts of places, and quietly, for short amounts of time. He must've been forced to be on his guard constantly, especially seeing how he was the strongest in the Underground too.

In the first place, Levi is hesitant to let you sleep in bed with him: nightmares, his chronic sleeplessness, and his crippling self-doubt in general.

but he cares a great deal about you (and you, him) so once he feels he’s ready, he gives in to bed-sharing. He’ll still be dressed in his white uniform shirt, pants and socks when he goes to bed with you that night (but at least his shirt is untucked with the collar loose, right?...).

Anyway, he doesn’t sleep that night: he’s not used to it :( of course baby isn’t used to sleeping in a bed, or shutting down much at all. Plus he’s with you. If he fell asleep, he could have a nightmare and wake you up (because those are common for him).

So Levi doesn’t sleep for more than, like - 10 minute stretches on the nights that follow, for long enough that the bags beneath his eyes to look literally bruised. He becomes a lot more irritable (even more than usual), a lot more distracted, a lot more tired.

When you caught him standing in his office, eyes fluttering and swaying on his feet, that’s when you stepped in…

Only for Levi to snap awake, and insist he was fine.

He smacks into the edge of a doorway face-first as he went to escape the confrontation. That’s when you really put your foot down and got him to get some rest.

And for once?? Not a hard battle.

(This is getting long...) After this, and after Levi goes back to sleeping alone for a while, he decides to take the leap, and try again. (You make him promise to wake you up if he needs anything. He does.)

It was difficult, at first - allowing himself to let his guard down for a few hours at a time. He can never know when something’s going to happen, and this has been his routine for many, many years. He survived using it.

Plus, it was a strange feeling to have someone less than arm’s length away, guard totally down. He couldn’t get over the fluttery shock that erupted in his belly when you held him (or when he held you) at first.

Many tries… many nightmares… a lot of patience.. so many reassurances.

“Even if there was an emergency,” you whisper, “you’d be awake right away, right?”

In the darkness, Levi watches you, covers tucked up to his chin, hands balled into fists. “Yes.”

“I’m right here, ‘Vi.”

His gaze becomes glassy. “Right. Yeah... Thank you.”

Things get better :) While you sleep, resting your head on his shoulder, affection like a flower blooms in his chest. At some point he’s content to let his eyes flutter shut with you curled up together, a tangle of limbs side by side. With his face tucked into your neck, he allows himself to feel safe.

In general: Levi sleeps silently, oddly enough. There is never a snore, a hum, and he hardly ever even moves once he’s down. He might as well be dead, save for the rise and fall of his chest, unless you shift around a little too suddenly and he jolts awake.

He almost always jolts awake in general - especially before he gets used to you being there - but he eventually learns (unconsciously) to be deaf to those little sounds and movements of yours.

However, he twitches and jolts in his sleep a lot. It’s not always because of a bad dream, either. It’s a sleep thing… or a Levi thing, because his nose tends to scrunch up, and his brow will twitch and furrow like he does when he’s particularly pissed off.

And he won’t ever (ever) fall asleep before you, if he can help it. Not even out of a sense of self-preservation, but in case you need something :( And, he can’t be 100% you’re safe and alright if he’s already dozing.

As a skill from the Underground… Levi can ironically fall asleep anywhere. His chair is a given, but if he’s tired enough, he can get in a few minutes in any chair, given it’s quiet (or he’s just that exhausted). On expeditions, too: leaning on the wall of a guard tower, stooped upon a log in front of a campfire… you name it.

Say you’ve been together a long time (and by extension, sleeping in the same bed). You will find out that Levi is capable of napping quite often, and usually using your thigh, lap, or chest as a pillow.

He’s a pretty avid sleep-talker too ! Most of the things he mumbles are pretty nonsensical, but his rudeness and sardonic attitude pretty much goes away; all that’s left is soft, sleepy Levi. He gets so vulnerable :(

TLDR: alternate headcanon says that when Levi drinks enough to actually feel the effects of alcohol (which is very rare), he gets very affectionate and at least 70% more emotional than when he’s sober: cue Levi wrapping his arms around your waist from behind (in a room with people, mind you), and cooing in your ear how nice and sweet and pretty you are.

X » XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

At first?? No: receiving affection makes him go stiff and uncomfortable - not because it’s you, but because he has no idea what to do with being treated softly yk.

But you can’t convince me Levi isn’t touch-starved. Give him time :( And then, when he starts leaning into your hand, your lips, your hugs, he’ll very gradually begin to respond in kind… maybe trace little patterns into your fingers, flop down on the sofa and make a pillow out of your lap, or roll over in the middle of the night and tug for you until he’s cradling you to his chest :((

Even past that point, Levi isn’t a super affectionate person in general - it’s just not the primary way he shows his love. But, he’s good at being the first to reach out, and he enjoys making you blush and laugh. He enjoys making you happy.

Y » Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

Compartmentalize his emotions + pretend his feelings Do Not Exist. This is how Levi deals with everything - his grief, his worries, his anger, etc.

That said, no one on the outside will be able to tell. When he’s alone, the first thing Levi’s going to do is distract himself until he can no longer keep his eyes open without his vision blurring, let alone thinking about it, and by extension letting himself hurt.

He has a hard time taking care of himself when he’s like this, because if he’s going to such great lengths to distract himself from his lack of your presence, he’s going to forget other things: sleeping well (or sleeping at all), eating (especially if he can’t stomach anything), and when he does sleep, he may just forget about the bed altogether and take a nap in his uniform. The bed feels too empty without you:(

Also... he's going to wear your clothes when he can get away with it - especially if you have anything particularly baggy. Levi is a sweater-lover.

Z » Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?

Yes, yes yes!! If you have an issue of some kind, he will do his damndest to resolve a misunderstanding / get you to see his side. As I stated above, there’s very little Levi won’t do for you. He will fight, he will kill, he will even risk getting himself killed in the efforts to guarantee your safety.

But, if it’s clear enough to him that he no longer (or doesn’t) mean that much to you, Levi will close himself off immediately. He goes quiet, takes a physical and metaphorical step back, and eventually retreats to take some time for himself.

He has very little self-worth beyond his strength, so he already sees himself as undeserving of a romantic relationship. It’s easy to make him overthink and doubt himself in this regard.

It’s not right in his eyes to change a decision you’re already resolved to making, so he won’t force you, and if you wanted to go, he wouldn’t stop you.

In his mind, that'd probably be the best-case scenario anyway - his job is dangerous, and he knows he's horrible at showing he cares for you, or for anyone. Maybe he doesn't even think he deserves it.

holy shit don’t ever leave him poor baby

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[aidenlyons]

This is part of a Twitter/X crossover with @/grimfenris (Twitter/X), @/ulfrgrimdark.bsky.social (Bluesky), and his Dusk to Dawn story.

This IS canon to my story as well, and taking place in 'current' time. If you're confused, go check out his page for Chapters 1-3! He came up with an amazing story that I'm pleased to be a part of.

When a General shows up at Derrick's house, on his day off, he knows it's something bad. When the General brings a large file folder with him, that's even worse.

D: General Tyson. What can I do for you?

T: We've got a situation we want you to take care of...

T: I wasn't here when the Mother incident went down, but I was briefed. Recently we've discovered some files. Locations. Labs like the one your team.. discovered.

D: If you plumming tell me they're active....

T: No! No, nothing like that.

T: This one is in Strangerville, and apparently came with its own self destruct. Paranoid bastards. We thought you might like the satisfaction of destroying this one yourself.

D: What's the folder for?

T: Location, door codes, layout, things like that.

D: I cannot believe we're still dealing with this shit.

T: I understand how you might feel -

D: No offense, General, but you really, really can't.

T: Will you do it?

D: Plumming right I will. At least that way I can sleep at night, knowing it was done right.

The address seemed familiar, but when Derrick gets to the lab, he knows he's been here before. Years ago and more than once with his team.

It makes him sick to know he was delivering occults to the hands of monsters who were a bigger threat than they were.

(lot by Serabee)

The space has been cleared out and neglected, anything on the upper level ruined. He restarts the generator per the instructions.

They want him to destroy the base but he's not doing it before he finds out everything he can. Just in case.

Despite the generators being turned on, only one of the doors opens to the code and card that Derrick was given. His suspicion increases. There's not a lot left, but he starts with the file cabinets in the hallway.

There's a little information, more than the General probably realized. The computer is old, not connected to any outside systems, but Derrick manages to get the information off to some disks to examine later.

Derrick looks closely at the monitors as they flicker from room to room. What the hell is that? Some sort of fabricator maybe? He's never seen anything like it. It looks rusted from disuse. Who knows how long the air vents were off.

A lab. That's not surprising. According to the files they were trying to find SOMETHING. To make better soldiers, stronger soldiers. It turns Derrick's stomach just the way it did the first time.

Another lab with some sort of... stasis pod?? Derrick has no idea but he keeps glancing up at the security screen as the flick between images until... something MOVES in one of them and he scrambles to switch back to that camera.

That's... that's the kid, they brought back years ago. The vampire. The mission they all thought was a little suspicious but at the time it was easy to brush aside.

The kid's a vampire but even they age a LITTLE. He looks the same. Derrick read that vampires can hibernate, but..

The lights come on, the fans, the air starts circulating again. And there's a heartbeat nearby. Those things draw Dusk out of his hibernation. The chance that he could finally leave. SOMEONE is there, though he can't see them. Yet.

Derrick isn't stupid. A vampire who has been down here who knows how long. No way is he going in there. Instead, he turns to what looks to be an intercom system. This, at least, he recognizes.

D: Hello?

The kid just stands there, staring at... the mirror? Shit, is it two way?

D: Listen, if you can hear me, wave, ok?

The kid.. Dusk.. waves. Ok, then.

D: Doubt you remember. I'm one of the team that brought you here. Former team. I hope you understand, I'm not coming in there.

Dusk nods, it makes sense, if he still thinks he was told the truth.

D: Ok, if I'm doing this right, there should be a microphone in front of you. Press the red button to talk.

Dusk's voice is rough from disuses and dry when he does as asked.

Dusk: I'm not gonna hurt you.

D: Shit. Uh. No offense, but that's what they all say.

Dusk: They lied to you. Your team. I'm not dangerous.

D: They lied about more than you know. I'm sorry. None of us knew about this shit, alright?

Dusk: I guessed. There's files in here.

D: I got them out here. I'm supposed to blow this place to kingdom come.

Dusk: And me with it?

D: No. No, you were innocent. I have the files, that's enough for me.

Dusk: So what, then?

D: Listen, I don't have much. But I can leave a bag out here for you. A little cash, some clothes.

Derrick hits.. something, and his side of the mirror clears.

Dusk: And this place?

D: Uh. I can set a timer. 30 minutes to get out. Follow the hallway to the door at the end, there's a stairwell there. It's daytime...

Dusk: I'll manage.

D: I'll be back in an hour with the bag.

Dusk: Right. I'll... wait here.

Dusk has little to lose. He can't escape on his own and if Derrick never comes back at least the end will be quick.

Derrick chuckles despite himself. At least the kid has some humor left. Some humanity.

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[tarotlogy]

The Chariot (VII)

Here we take The Fool takes the next stage of his journey through life as we meet The Chariot.  A man rides out-of-town in a chariot, standing tall, strong and determined. He is dressed in battle attire and holds a wand in one hand. One his shoulders rest crescent moons with blue faces. His belt and lower garments are decorated with symbols. A star covered veil acts as a canopy over the chariot. The front of the chariot is decorated with blue wings and below the wings is the symbol of Isis who is the ancient Egyptian goddess of magic and mothers.

Two sphinxes pull the chariot forward. One is black and one is white which is a reminder of the pillars in The High Priestess . These sphinxes once again represent duality or opposing forces. The Chariot appears to rest partially in water and on land again representing duality. In order for him to keep his chariot moving forward the man will have to gain control of these opposing forces. This is no easy job. One sphinx represents the heart and the other, the head so we have a mix of emotions and practicality, masculine and feminine. The man is mature enough to understand that he will get no where in life unless he learns how to control both his animal instincts and his emotions. His battle dress suggests that he is prepared to put in the necessary hard work to do just this.

If he lets the black sphinx have his way then he risks becoming too emotional and letting worries and his imagination run riot. He will achieve nothing. If he lets the white sphinx have free-rein well he may end up in trouble and many battles as he becomes aggressive and lacks compassion. Tenacity and self-discipline is indicated in his strong and determined stance.

The Chariot card in a number VII and with all the sevens in the Tarot the message is to not give up, to hang on in there and be determined. Keep going and through sheer hard work and commitment he will succeed or be victorious. He must maintain a forward momentum. He must not doubt himself or his abilities, he must not let the sphinxes know of his fears. He must keep the wheels of The Chariot turning.

The man in The Chariot has control of great power at this point and whatever this card is connected to in life it demands completion. The journey he has set out on has got to be completed. Commitments need to be fulfilled. His success depends on his steely nerve now and on his control. Unless he is prepared for this journey and the hard work and effort it will demand of him he should not commit himself to it. It will be too late to change his mind halfway down the road when he looses control of the sphinxes.    He has learnt a lot so far in his journey and carries with him the knowledge of all the preceding cards. The wreath he wears around his head once again confirms his victory and success. He is master of his own destiny as he drives his chariot forward.

The Chariot along with The Moon card and any of the Cups Court Cards represents the sign of Cancer.  As we have already discovered with Cancer, part of the challenge they face in life is to control their emotions. Because this card represents Cancer and the fact that Cancerians are generally emotional, gentle and nurturing it seems out-of-place that they be represented by an apparent strong masculine card. However, Cancerians also are known for their sometimes frosty,  hard exterior as in the crabs shell (the crab being the symbol of Cancer).

The Chariot may then suggest that appearances can be deceiving. This man may have the presence of a hard disciplined soldier in charge of these strong beasts but beneath it he is soft and emotional. Behind that hard exterior he may be crying out for help. Or maybe, he, like the crab, has his defences up for some reason or other.

The Chariot struggles to keep his feelings and fears under control. The sphinxes just see life in black and white and given the chance would dash off in opposite directions. The man in The Chariot positions himself between the two which allows him a better chance to listen to their individual needs, thus allowing him to balance the energies and drive them forward to a common goal.

If you look closely you will notice that there appears to be no reins connecting the sphinxes to The Chariot. How does he control his chariot we may well ask? He controls it through the mastery of self-discipline and self-control. When using his mind to make a decision he also takes into consideration his feelings. By allowing both the black and the white sphinx a say he keeps their temperaments under control and they in turn happy that they are individually taken care of and considered allow the man to dictate their direction.

Strong leadership is suggested with The Chariot but the man cannot drive the chariot alone. He must rely on the support and cooperation of others as symbolised by the two sphinxes in order to be successful. There is strong evidence of teamwork involved with The Chariot.  A firm but gentle hand may be the best approach.

MEANING

Victory and success, but as a result of hard work and determination. The reins are in your hands now and great power has been given to you. Others are waiting to see what you will do with it. The Chariot often indicates travel, usually by car or overland.  It can also suggest the purchase of a car and car related issues. You might be taking a journey or moving to a new location. You may feel torn in two directions. You need to use your mind to sort out this problem but also take your feelings and other’s feelings into consideration when making your decision.

The Chariot is a masculine card and a strong, powerful, successful man is suggested by his presence. This man is tenacious and doesn’t give up. Success can yours through self-discipline and control. You may be moving ahead in your career. You may have mastered a new skill and are applying it to your life or career. You are overcoming difficulties and obstacles in your life and feel in control. Look around you and see what needs to be completed.  There may be left projects unfinished or arguments unresolved. Finish what you start. Don’t commit to something that you cannot finish. When involved in teamwork, make sure you are all singing from the same hymn sheet. Maintain balance and harmony within a group or team by listening to people’s needs and feelings while staying in charge and in control.   Be strong but not forceful.

The Chariot can also suggest that you may be hiding behind a mask to hide your vulnerability.  You may also be acting defensively and aggressively.  Are you hiding behind your defences.  Have you declared war on somebody, as dressed for battle, you ride out to conquer all? The Chariot augurs well for success in competition or sport.

The Chariot as discussed earlier can represent a Cancerian person.  In relationships The Chariot would suggest that in order for your relationship to succeed you may have to control your emotions. Don’t give up but work to reconcile any opposing forces in the relationship it will be worthwhile. Don’t let your imagination or fears get the better of you. Calmly use your logic and reason to sort out any emotional upheavals. Things may not be as they appear, may not be as bad as you think. A disciplined confident man who keeps his emotions under control or hidden can be suggested by The Chariot in a relationship reading.  It may take some time to break through his defences if you want to get closer to him.

#tarot #tarot meaning #the chariot

[dearest-allure]

MARGARITA: Fallen from Grace

Los Angeles, early 2000s, after 2005

Tags: toxic dynamics, significant age gap relationship, angst, self-doubt

All I wanted to do was to act. I sacrificed a lot of things for this. Blood, sweat, and tears. Remembering those nights and gruesome set conditions.

Oliver once told me he would never let me down. That he would rather chase me to the ends of the earth than let me go.

Sunlight streaming through the window wakes me up with a start. I hold the sheets against my torso, careful not to take a tumble as I slip into the bathroom.

“You’re up early today.”

Berline comes prepared, as she always does. Armed with her earpiece and the usual tablet in hand, she hands me a cup of coffee.

At least she knows I take it with a little milk and no sugar. I take it with a nod and listen to her briefing of the day.

“Okay, we’ll head out now. The car’s already on the driveway.”

“Got it.”

Grabbing the bag I had been assigned to by the stylist, I tuck it on my shoulder and step out of the apartment, shoulders rolled back.

Berline had the door open and she’s waiting, as patient as she will ever be. I don’t waste any time.

“Make room!” One of the bodyguards tell the crowd, which continues to push back and I have to hurry inside the waiting car.

Cameras nearly shoved into the open door, though I am grateful for their quickness in closing it behind me.

“We will be there in about 40 minutes. In the meantime, here, I got your script for today.” Another list of questions. I skim through it, some have been asked repeatedly, as it mostly happens.

It should have been faster, but since I have an entirely different scheduled meeting the day before, we had to pick this hotel, for the sake of safety and distance.

Berline is busy with her phone, tapping fast and glancing at the iPad on her lap, screen illuminating her angular face. As it often is, the car ride is mostly silent.

“We’re here.” The driver halts to a stop, my designated agent-slash-manager announced. She is out in a flash, waiting for me a few steps ahead.

Again, we went through the mob of people, this time at least with a little space between us, with the makeshift fence set to separate the crew and the one with no pass cards, fans who came all this way, and media attempting to sniff any gossip.

“I missed you this morning.”

Oliver leaned to give me a kiss on the cheek, his demeanor seems calm today. My shoulders droop a little.

Secluded in the bubble of my trailer, we are allowed to be in each other’s company. He had arrived shortly after, must have been courtesy of Berline, feeding him information every second of the day.

“You left this morning.”

Leaning against the throw pillows on my nook, I stare ahead. There is a living area and a table where we sometimes eat. Last time, I recall it was Thai food.

“I’m sorry, Paloma, I had to. Work called.”

Head tilting back as he kisses down my neck, I let out a little sound of what, I’m not sure. Either pleasurable or annoyance. Somewhere in between.

Right as he starts to toy with the buttons on my shirt, a knock resonate through the door. Oliver hides his face on my chest, muttering something about 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.

When Berline’s stern face appears and she sets to work, handing the script and waiting for me with barely concealed patience, I raise to my feet.

“I have to go.”

Oliver seems rueful, but he eventually let me go, though not before squeezing my wrist one last time. He, too, stands.

“Me either. I have to be home.”

𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦. Even if he talks about how his own marriage is past the point of repair, and that we might be able to be together in public sooner than expected, he always refers to them as his home.

“Oh.”

It’s hard to hide my disappointment. I guess even when my job revolves around ‘fake it until you make it’, I find it harder to hide my feelings when someone I have affection for is involved.

“I’ll see you.”

Before the door is closed, I steal another glance at him. He sits there, giving him that look. Filled with something dark and a touch of lust. I remember it, just like the day we first met.

Stepping into set reminds me to get my head back in the game. After all, it is what I have worked about most of my life for. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this.

“Margarita! Ah, there she is. Alright, everyone, places!”

It ended in the morning. I gratefully accept the coat handed by one of the set assistants, tightening it around my shoulders. Berline is already waiting, looking like a hawk watching its prey.

“Here.”

Handing me a pair of glasses, which confused me, though I hold it, blinking, watching how she immediately turns her back on me. The last time she did this, I had been accused of being a politician’s side piece. Which raises the question, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?

“Berline—”

Before the question can be given a voice, I soon realize the truth lies just beneath the surface. A mob of photographers stand on the fence, clearly would love to catch me at any possible ‘rock bottom’ moment.

“Margarita!”

“Can you share about your relationship?”

“Is it true?”

“I heard you’re dating the producer—”

“No comment.” Berline exclaims, fending them off with the bodyguards, leading her into the waiting car. Feeling numb, she keeps her head down.

. . .

“We decided to go a different direction with the casting.”

“Next time. We will keep you in mind for the next project.”

Then, the phone calls stopped. Sitting on her nook, she thinks about what happened. Maybe it has been a long time coming.

Margarita never had a lull in working projects. She jumped from one movie to another. At first it was soap operas, then a hit movie, before she knows it, she’s on a plane ride to LA. The city of angels.

Palm trees and beaches. Fake tans and practiced smiles. Camera flashes and microphones. There should be an award for all this ass kissing she had to dish out.

During all of this, the only lifeline she thought she has is him. The one who leaves her stranded.

Margarita picks up her phone and dials the only number she knows won’t judge her decisions.

“Hola!“ Catalina’s voice is cheeky as ever. There was shuffling, she can hear other voices, then a click and the background noise receeds.

“I need you.”

[msommers]

we're going to pretend that aphrodite deets were dropped in a timely manner and move on with our lives bc she's here now!!

tldr: rising popstar with an ego the size of a skyscraper but talent enough to back it. bad home life + horrible break-up = substance abuse struggles & trust issues. writes a lot of sensual/romantic music but has plenty of room for sad/angry love songs on the side to vent her emotions (maybe one day she’ll be grown enough for deeper self-reflection tunes).

— Aphrodite, lead singer and songwriter of Aphrodite and the Lovers. she/her, polyam bisexual, problematic fave.

— some links for fun: pinterest • character playlist • band vibes playlist • band spotify graphic set • infamous

— fun keywords: flirtatious, quick-witted, sensual, resilient, hard-working, passionate, charismatic, attractive // not-so-fun keywords: addict, stubborn, manipulative, bitter, egotistical, diva, selfish, messy, pr nightmare

— her legal name is Mildred Cartwright but she cannot fucking stand it, so she chose her own name at around age 13-14 and refused to acknowledge people unless they addressed her with her new name. only a select few people can get away with using her “real” name, even then it's usually met with an attitude (her parents always use Mildred, no matter what she says or does). Rowan is authorized to call her Millie because he holds the best friend card, but that's rare. 

— her parents live off of giving every appearance of success to those around them, which included getting the big ass house, the pets, and the kids. ended up going horribly as they quickly realized they didn't like actually raising a child + their careers required them to be traveling near constantly, leaving Aphrodite to be raised by a rotating cast of nannies until she was around 16 and deemed old enough to handle herself. they have ridiculously high standards and expectations to match, none of which Aphrodite would ever meet due to [insert essay of issues here]. never understood her desire for a musical career and so their support of it never came, though plenty of awkward mini-lectures on their disappointment and doubt of her pursuits did. they had plenty of money to provide for her in the material with a forever-stocked kitchen and a card to freely swipe on clothing/jewelry/etc, but that support never extended to her dreams of fame and music. she probably tried to make them happy by going to college for a year or less before dropping out tbh.

— has some big time attitude problems because of her home situation + lucking into making friends that often enable her diva nature since she’s so fun to be around and is a genuinely good friend underneath the PersonalityTM. due to her parents being nearly always away, Aphrodite started hosting parties at her home once the final nanny was dismissed. they grew more unhinged as the years passed, especially when she started to become a bit reliant on substances to keep good vibes up. got truly out of hand when she was around 22-23 and she went through Thee break-up with Seven and her messy ass started to spiral hardcore (the angry crazy ex that only just got talked out of keying your car and making a viral video out of it kind of hardcore). played off all of the spontaneous hook-ups, drinking, and drugs as just fun and sexy times so silly nothing to worry about, but she was absolutely miserable and showed little to no concern for her own health/safety. her friends/band-mates truly kept her from disaster during that period, and she’s eternally thankful they haven’t held it over her head. when Orion joined on as the band’s manager he took over a good portion of Aphrodite Caretaker Duty, which meant 99% of the coddling was converted into stern conversation to let her know what paths her actions could lead her down. (she’s still partying by the time botb starts and is prone to being persuaded into bad decisions but she’s managed to tone it down a little bit for his sake + the band’s future)

— Aphrodite and the Lovers formed when she was around 15-16, initially called something else but that was lost to time. the band has always written their own music but they’re also fans of performing covers on the side, enjoying the process of transforming some of their favorite songs into something that fits their vibe for a bit of extra fun. their first EP—Purely Pink, which consisted of 6 songs—was released when she was nearly 19 years old, receiving no huge numbers but being immensely satisfying as the first completed project for them all. pop band!!! with a focus on themes of love/relationships/sex/attraction, hence the name and vibes they go for to accentuate Aphrodite’s vocals which naturally lend to seductive energies. break-up songs started to get scattered throughout as a way for Aphrodite to cope with the horrible Seven split (she also had some responsibility in that but you wouldn’t be able to tell from her lyrics. brat in denial :/), as well as some others on longing for love/support/acceptance. glaringly obvious she’s letting out some feelings on trust + parental issues on one or two bops lmao. she’ll get some truly vulnerable songs down the line when she’s grown up (recognizing her wrongdoings, working to repair them, getting clean, finding true love, etc etc), but those are a bit off.

— fortunately she does have the talent to back her ego as an incredible vocalist and natural at dance (add on the waves of charm and good humor, truly insufferable how lovable she can be), but Aphrodite still has real problems with frequent displays of selfishness and believing she's the main character in every room. one day the band will snap at her about it and she'll cry but my god will it be deserved, because she's a great friend most of the time but oof when the self-importance shines,,,,that bitch be bright. used to be less noticeable when she shared the spotlight with Seven, but her ever-growing need to be the center of attention played a decent part in things going to shit with him.

— she's either going to get a lot better or a lot worse depending on which romance route she's going down :) ending the post here without further additions bc then i'd just be making the thing way too long with a bunch of small details nobody cares about

#ch: aphrodite #that banner was made so many months ago and i hate it now but am too lazy to update it #i'll talk nicer about her in other posts some time but a lot of this is lowkey bullying her as she is #i have. a lot more on her but this is just a basic intro so there's some basis out there when i start rambling n ranting #anyway as always bc it's a tabby oc she's subject to change at any time but this is her rn

[bubbleonice]

Reading for Ross MacDonald

This is the original request.

Angel of addiction healing:

He is recovering from some addiction problems, whether that is drugs or alcohol, maybe sex addiction. He is on a healing journey.

Blessing in disguise:

Sometimes what seems to be problematic might just be the blessings he need. What he thinks is a problem about himself, someone finds as an answered prayer. Maybe he judges himself a bit too harsh.

Life purpose:

He is always asking himself what is the purpose of life.

Invest in your spirit:

He needs to invest more in himself, his health, his wellbeing, things like getting enough sleep and eating the right nutritious food. He neglects those things too often. And he needs to pay more attention to himself and what’s good for him.

Tell the truth:

He tends to keep secrets as not to hurt people. But that turns to hurt himself instead. He needs to be stronger as to tell the truth eventhough it might hurt.

The world:

Looks like something big is about to happen for him. A major event. Might be a new project, a marriage, a kid, or something similar. His efforts are being noticed and he will soon reap the rewards. This is abojt celebration, accomplishment, fullfillment, maybe even travel.

Seven of wands reversed:

However he easily gets exhausted and overwhelmed. He can let his thoughts destroy his confidence. Self doubt is a big issue for him. He is very insecure.

Knight of pentacles:

He does have the energy of a knight of pentacles which stands for hardwork, productivity, routine, responsibility, slow and steady, financial growth, achievements. He has got a lot of earth energy which means he is very down to earth. Easygoing. Very trustworthy and reliable.

The lovers reversed:

But he does struggle with self love, imbalance, takes bad choices, and have a fear for commitment.

6 of wands:

Again, he is going to recieve good news, achieve public acknowledgement and recognition.

When it comes to love. I pulled these four cards: EGO, Reflection, Forgiveness and reunion. All four cards represent something from the past. It’s about reunion with someone, putting aside pride and egos, forgiving one another and reflecting over past failures. So this major event or reward we talked about in 6 of wands, and the world, might be that he is getting back with someone he really cares about and has been missing from his life.

I hope you enjoy this reading. And please keep in mind that this is done for entertainment purposes only. I use tarotcards and oracle cards actively in my readings, as well as my intuition. Energies come and go, what is relevant for today’s reading might change in a few weeks time. But some aspects will always remain constant and the same. Thank you.❤️

#celebrity tarot #intuitive readings #tarot reading #tarot reading for celebrities #celebrity tarot reading #ross macdonald

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My Hero PSLE: S4E12 "WHAT DO YOU SEEEEEE????"

"Yo mama so stupid she sold her car to pay for her gas bills!"

-yo mama jokes series

"TODAY. WE FIGHT FOR OUR FREEDOM AND FOR THE SAKE OF ENTIRE WEEK OF FOR HOLIDAY IN THE FUTURE. AVENGERS! ASSEMBL-" Tempest commanded loudly.

"Aw hell nah we're not using that stupid code- SHIT PEOPLE! GET YO ASSES HERE IF YOU WANNA FREE WEEK HOLIDAY!" And then came Grandmaster into the equation.

*entire squad of Chrysalis assembles*

"Well I guess that's works too, ANYWAY! TODAY WE PROCEED AS PLANNED! IS THAT CLEAR?" *insert visibly annoyed and also impressed Tempest meme here*

"YES SIR!"

"SEMULA! WHO SAY YOU CAN GO! BARIS BOKKONAN-wait-" *insert quality Grandmaster self-doubt meme here*

(leave a comment if you finished the command in your head in your own in the voice of senior in which case I advise you to go get some therapy 💀)

"Ok ok just go carry out the plan lah, don't care anymore, we will provide backup soon," Tempest re-commanded.

OPERATION: FREEDOM AND HOLIDAY: FIGHT!

Lol well if you came here thinking you could read some elaborate plan then no, it's just some people fighting some gods and some cummy guy who won't stop talking about sex-

ANYWAY ANYWAY. How about we focus on Unicorn-face's side of things, eh?

Anyway. All is quiet in the prison cell she is locked up in. The guards are sound asleep. They do not know what is to come.

And then suddenly-a loud bang across the room. The guards are startled from their sleep and rush to go investigate the matter. But it's only-UNICORN-FACE! WHO HAS SOMEHOW MANAGED TO ESCAPE! OMG! I WONDER IF IF'S DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE OF HER POWERS AS AN ANIMAL-FACE OR WHATEVER! OMG!

Anyway. The guards go there...and then are strangled to death as Unicorn-face holds their dead bodies by the throat in each hand and step out walking like cool shit.

She walks slowly.

And slowly.

And slowly.

And slo- "EY CAN HURRY UP OR NOT? WE HAVE A FUCKING EXUVIA AND CUM GUY TO KILL BRO!"

Moral of the story: Don't walk like how the characters walk in movies, they have thicc ass plot armor as thicc as yo mama-

SO. Unicorn-face has the Dark Sleep ready, apparently she was getting locked up in prison just so she'd have easy quick access to that when the time came, and the Chrysalis, after receiving the news, has assembled preparing to challenge the Heavenly Lord.

And since they're all just standing in a parade in the middle of the fucking town city where everyone can see them, of course someone dialled Heavenly Lord and he came down soon.

And then they all did a really really really cool thing. When Heavenly Lord came, he just asked a simple question: "What the fuck is going on here?"

To which they simply replied by taking off their masks and exposing their faces.

Of course this shocked Heavenly Lord since, ya know, he ask everyone wear mask and those who don want have to go get killed, but now so many people thicc skin want to don wear mask in front of him.

"We. Have decided that we are not going to wear your stupid masks. You got a problem with that?"

And then Heavenly Lord responded with a "OF COURSE I'VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT SHIT YOU JUST SAID! FIGHT!"

*assembles own army of citizens of dystopia and regulat citizens too*

And then they fought. (But not Heavenly Lord straightaway obviously, since they clearly don wanna kill the leader first that would just end everything)

And then halfway through Xiao Ming and the gang came into the scene and started fighting too.

And then the people who got turned into monsters by the plague also came to help fight.

An interesting conversation was between COM and Ma Xiao Tiao:

COM: You have no business being here.

Ma Xiao Tiao: Oh but I do have a lot of business being here.

COM: ANYWAY! I BESTOW UPON YOU THE POWER OF CUM-

Ma Xiao Tiao: NO YOU SHALL NOT! UNO REVERSE CARD!

COM: UNO REVERSE GUARD! *pulls out handguard made from uno reverse cards*

Ma Xiao Tiao: NOOOO!!! GIGACHAD POWER REFLECT!

COM: AAHAHAH NOOOO

Ma Xiao Tiao: *flicks magical middle finger for the final blow*

COM: *is now like half-dead after being defeated by the power of memes*

Ok now back to the main story. Now the Chrysalis is busy fighting off the other brainwashed citizens WHEN THEY CLEARLY COULD HAVE JUST TRIED TO KILL HEAVENLY LORD WHEN THAT WOULD END IT ALL.

And even Heavenly Lord isn't bothering to do anything. He's just sitting there, watching the people fight and watching COM and Ma Xiao Tiao fight and eating his popcorn comfortably.

Wa lao eh, BUAY SONG AH? YAO DA JIA AH? Ey wait, is don want to da jia then liddat what...

Anyway. Now finally after doing her slow cool walk after so long, Unicorn-face has finally escaped the prison and made it to the fighting arena of right in the middle of the fucking city square. OH FINALLY SHE'S BROUGHT THE DARK SLEEP WITH HER THIS TIME!

But luckily no one noticed her, so she quickly vaporised the Dark Sleep, put it into like tear gas sprayers, and then sprayed Heavenly Lord full of it.

And then of course Heavenly Lord will breathe it in. Then suddenly he knelt down, clutching his head, screaming:

"RSYXOD0WKWNBFUCICMRKEPE!!!! MY THRIUMPH OVER THIS LANDDDDD!!!!"

[therippingtides]

What’s your unpopular archetype?

the loyal

it’s a good thing you’re so patient. you know what it’s like to feel the full weight of doubt bearing down in you. for years, it tried to squeeze the life from your lungs. but nothing’s going to make you bow. you kept the candle’s flame alive. you whispered the names at nightfall. the vigil still lives inside of you. one day, the waiting will have been worth it. all your love is going to come home to you. you’re more important than you know. you’re still the one true believer.

personality: calm, level-headed, stubborn // counterpart: the accomplice

Tagged by: @buildabuddha

Tagging: Whoever wants to do this

#a wave that stays strong (ray) #(ray definitely is someone who's loyal) #(he's got a lot of self-doubt but when the cards are down he stands by who or what he needs to)

[kashimos-hajime]

pretty face on a pretty neck | b.b.

summary: they aren’t fucking dating. not fucking friends, either. no, bucky just fucks romanoff’s best friend until she’s fucking stupid, begging for it, and leaves in the morning because that’s how the universe fucking works. and sometimes, he wishes it didn’t work that way.

WARNINGS: a tiny bit of smut (18+), fingering, choking, swearing, drinking, brief mentions of cheating, bucky’s just really fucking jealous, mentions of a shitty relationship and self-doubt from it, the dark knight spoilers, fluffy end!! pairing: modern!bucky barnes x fem!reader, brief steve rogers x fem!reader lmaoo  word count: 5.5k

a/n: this is a cute lil piece written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​​​​​​! my prompt was “you called me, remember?” inspired by kiwi by harry styles. 

For a moment, Bucky wonders how the fuck he got into this situation.

Then again, he’s not complaining.

The view is fucking stellar.

You weave through the crowd, glistening like some glazed dessert that he can’t wait to get his mouth on. Your lips are shining with a swipe of that sweet lipgloss he loves to suck off and you’re wearing that black dress.

The black dress. Shorter than short, showing every inch of skin yet not enough.

You toss your head back, exposing that neck that he loves to bite to Steve who grins, glad his joke landed. Stifling a scowl, Bucky grabs his scotch and throws it back, desperate not to grab you and throw you into a stall just to mark you up as his.

You had made him promise, after all. No socialization outside their little nightcap sessions that often lead to… well, Bucky’s game for anything really.

A cigarette is pinched between your lips and Steve helps you light it with a flick of his lighter, the burning embers glowing in the dark, seedy bar. Leaning on the bar counter, you talk to Sam wiping down his station and he nods, eyes dragging over your face and Bucky cannot tear his gaze away as Sam pours you three shots of vodka. You blow out a lungful of smoke, cigarette pinched between two fingers before glancing at Steve and making some sort of bet, based on the way your lips curl.

They go down like water, dripping down your chin and you laugh when Steve wipes it off your collarbones before he grabs your chin and smashes his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocate, mouth opening as he bends you over the bar, his hair golden and his hand trailing up your thigh.

“Fucker,” Bucky mutters, finally managing to rip his gaze away. A heat blazes through his stomach.

Stupid fucking party for damn Romanoff’s birthday. Sometimes he hates being some of the oldest friends that redhead knows. It makes him feel creepy, wading through a sea of college students that are only one or two years younger than him. Steve himself is finishing his last year, so he’s sure he doesn’t share Bucky’s plight of feeling old.

He wishes he could just approach you and ask to leave, pin you against the wall of his apartment, take you like he knows Steve’s going to later, but he can’t.

You aren’t fucking dating. Not fucking friends, either.

No, Bucky just fucks Romanoff’s best friend until she’s fucking stupid, begging for it, and leaves in the morning because that’s how the universe fucking works.

And sometimes, he wishes it didn’t work that way.

“Not enjoying yourself, James?” Birthday Girl Romanoff asks, appearing at his shoulder and he turns to her, shifting in his seat.

“Steve’s too busy chatting up your friend for me to do anything,” he replies, keeping his tone light and Romanoff glances at where Steve’s made his way to kissing up your neck, your fingers carded through his hair.

“Give him a break,” Romanoff says. “They both need to get laid.”

“You don’t think she’s getting laid?” Bucky asks incredulously. “Every fucking guy I’ve met has said they wanted to get with her at least once.”

“Sounding a bit jealous over someone you claim to hate, James,” the redhead teases, sipping on her mojito with raised eyebrows.

“I’m just saying. All the boys were saying they were into it.”

“And you?”

“She’s… a brat.”

“Seems to me that you’re into that,” she hums, leaning on his shoulder. “Honestly, it would’ve been better if you two met before her and her stupid boyfriend did. Ever since she moved in with Rumlow…” The woman trails off and Bucky absently fills in the blanks, she’s faked every single orgasm she’s had with him. “I don’t know. He’s a fucking prick. Doesn’t treat her like she deserves.”

“Does he—“

“No. Just… never a priority, is she? Why else is she here alone?” Natasha pauses, as if debating how much to tell him, then adds, “Then he gets all pissy about where she’s been. On his beck and call, isn’t she?”

“Asshole,” Bucky replies distantly. Steve has his hand basically up your dress and he watches as your legs pull him closer, your lips running along the shell of his ear. “You’re endorsing your best friend cheating on her boyfriend, you know, when we could just be beating him up”

“Hey. She said she was going to break up with him. I can’t make those choices up for her and I’m not about to land any of my friends in jail trying to be my ride or dies.” Romanoff shrugs, glancing at her friend. “Besides, she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, does she? It’s not like she can move into my dorm or move back into her parents across the country.” Bucky watches as you hook your legs around Steve’s waist and he hoists you into his arms, disappearing into the crowd.

By the direction, Bucky can guess the destination and some distant part of his head whispers, She could move in with me.

“Might want to avoid the bathrooms for a while,” he comments and Romanoff snorts, the ice crackling by her straw as she stirs her drained glass.

“I’m going to go get laid, too,” she replies frankly. “Don’t stay brooding in the corner, Barnesy-bear. Your face is one worthy of being sat on.”

“Thank you.”

With that, the redhead slips into the crowd and Bucky gets up, plucking his jacket and leaving the bar. His pants are tight with the thought of your mouth and the sound of your gasping breaths echoing in his ear. The feeling of your fingers scratching down his back makes him roll his shoulders back as he flags a cab.

So what if you’re fucking Steve?

It’s not like he’s exclusive with you.

He can’t fault his best friend for having excellent fucking taste.

As he enters the cab and tells the driver his address, he wonders how the fuck someone like Rumlow snagged the title as your boyfriend when there are so many other options.

Steve being one, but he’s still living on-campus.

Bucky doesn’t want to say it, but maybe he, with his own apartment and steady job and intimate knowledge of your desires and interests and needs, is the other.

.

It’s two weeks later when he finally sees you again, at Romanoff’s birthday function at the beach. Something with closer friends, in broad daylight at a beach house Romanoff’s parents own. She and Sam are already there by the time Bucky gets there, unpacking in rooms for a weekend stay.

“Take any room you like,” Romanoff calls from upstairs and Bucky does so, choosing one of the few rooms on the main floor just as another figure walks in.

“I’m here, Nat!” Your voice echoes against wooden walls as Bucky pokes his head out of his room to see you there. He doesn’t know whether he should feel guilty or not that he’s glad Steve hasn’t sated your hunger when you show up alone, shorts riding up your thighs and a t-shirt that is so sheer it does nothing to conceal the bikini top you wear beneath it. “I’m taking my usual room.”

“Fine with me!”

With that, you walk down the hall, eyes meandering over the living room and kitchen. Bucky’s throat closes up when you walk past the stairs to stop at his room and you smirk all saccharine at him.

“Hey, Barnes.”

He scans your face for a moment. “You came. Thought you’d still be sucking Steve’s face off like you were back at the bar. Or… sucking his dick. Whatever floats your boat.”

“Well, that was a one-off thing. Heat of the moment,” you dismiss, leaning against his door frame and he hates the way you look against the wood. Makes something in him stir, makes the blood run hot and his mind focus on one image in particular.

“What’d your boyfriend say when he saw your neck fucking marked up?” he asks, uncaring of the thin ice he stands upon. You frown, arms crossing.

“I was careful,” you reply tightly, “and I didn’t let him leave any marks.”

Bucky can’t help the small flash of satisfaction at hearing that. “You’re not careful with me. I like seeing your neck tatted up with it,” he comments, his hand twitching to wrap around your throat as he lifts his finger to trace the soft, pulsing vein along your neck. You tilt your chin up, eyes narrowing with amusement.

“I’m not yours, Barnes.”

“What you say tells me differently, princess.” Dropping his hand to grab your wrist, he pulls you into his room and slams the door shut, pinning you against it with a harsh push. You exhale sharply, the breath pushing out of your lungs as your bags drop with a disant thump. His senses zero in on everything about you, the light scent of the sunblock smeared into your skin, the cotton twisting beneath his fist as his other hand finds your neck on its own accord. “You’ve been distant lately, kitten.”

He can feel your racing pulse against his palm as you smirk, hands wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush against you. Every inch of his skin is pressed against yours as you hike a leg up onto his hip. His hand at your waist immediately goes to cup it and you loop your arms around his neck innocently.

“I’ve had a lot of work to do. Brock and I…” You let out a soft hum as if to ponder but he knows it’s just to piss him off, “spent some time alone. Romantic trip out of town. Then, I had other things to do.”

“Did you?” It’s not a question Bucky wants answered as you nod demurely, lips twisted into a smirk. He wants nothing more than to yank your shorts down, spin you around, and have you screaming his name as he takes you again and again. He’s been blue balled for two weeks and you haven’t answered any of his calls.

Now, he knows why.

“So, that stupid boyfriend of yours was with you, huh?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he leans in close. He can taste the vodka in your mouth still, the vodka he never got to taste two weeks before in a bar, along with something fruity. Your gum, maybe, or an orange that you sucked clean off its peel. “And then what? Did you hop off after you faked your way through a few nights with him and head for Steve’s? Hm?”

“Temper, temper, James,” you whisper, lips barely brushing his. His entire body is alight, every nerve shooting sensations through his limbs as your fingers curl against the nap of his neck. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“Jealous, yeah.” His hand on your thigh trails up and inward, sneaking past the hem of your shorts as you lower your leg to hook on his calf, pulling him infinitely closer. His dick is pressing against his swim shorts, completely obvious and painfully hard against your navel as he shifts his hips just enough to let his hand sneak further up your shorts. “Why would I be jealous?”

His fingers find the silky slip of your bikini bottom and brush over the junction of your hip, smirking at the tremble he can feel course through your body.

“You wanted me that night at the bar,” you whisper as he slowly trails deeper inward. “Tell me that isn’t true.”

“Who didn’t, hm?” He smirks when you turn your face away, biting your lip at his fingers dancing around a spot already slickening with anticipation. “C’mon, princess. You telling me you didn’t wear that black dress for me? Look at me.”

You refuse and he rubs his thumb into the side of your neck, dipping his head to bite at your collarbones.

“Look at me, princess,” he whispers, lifting his head to see your defiant gaze meeting his. “Tell me the truth about the black dress.”

“I didn’t wear it for you,” you bite back softly, “to fuck me in.” His hand tightens, just barely around your neck and your eyes flutter shut. Oh, how badly he wants to ravage your lips, lock you in this room and just take you in every way you want…

“Trying to make me jealous, kitten?” he rasps as your hips roll against his dick and you bite your lip, chin tilting up as your nails dig into his skin. Because it worked.

“So what if I was?”

“Then, you’re going to have to pay for it.” He spins you around and moves to shove his shorts just past his hips. You let out a sharp exhale at the pressure of his hand against the back of his neck, your hands pressed flat against the door. “You got anything to say for yourself, princess?”

His swim shorts fall and he tugs your shorts down just past your ass, tracing the smooth curve of it with an arrogant curve to his lip. His lips find your neck, nipping lightly before raising to your ear.

“I asked you a question.” His hand lands on your ass, kneading it with warm, familiar fingers and his words are a warning. In the silence, he can almost hear you rolling your eyes, struggling not to moan when he feathers smooth skin, tempts you with tiny brushes between the legs.

“You gonna keep talking, Barnes, or you gonna prove a point?”

His fingers hook on your bikini bottom, pulling the elastic away with an amused grin before letting it snap back against your skin.

“I don’t know. Are you gonna continue being a fucking brat?” He squeezes your neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh and you almost seem to melt against the door before he drags those bikini bottoms down too. Rolling his hips flush against your ass, he smirks when you shudder and try to thrust him in with a messy jerk back. “Aw, did you miss this?”

“Wouldn’t miss a thing about you,” you reply but it comes out strangled as his other hand wraps around your hip, travels down your navel. It wraps around your waist, keeps you tight against him as you smother his wrist between the door and your hips. When his fingers find your bud, you let out a soft sigh at the pressure he begins to rub into you and he smirks, biting the shell of your ear.

“C’mon, princess. You can admit it if you like,” he murmurs. Your fingers dig into the wood as you try to push yourself—in what direction, away from his hand, towards it, Bucky doesn’t know. He reaches farther down, fingers tracing through slick heat and he chuckles huskily against your skin, biting lightly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “‘S that all for me?”

“Shut up,” you growl. Your eyes flash to him and he pushes you flush against the door, your head falling back against his shoulder as cock nestles itself between your cheeks. So close, not quite there. His hand on your neck travels forward, crooking inward and his fingers wrap around a silky neck from the front. He can feel every beat of your heart, the raspy whistle of your breathing. Lips falling to your exposed neck, Bucky sucks marks he knows are going to last if he doesn’t stop himself soon but two weeks has been two weeks too long— “Barnes.”

“Relax… it’s been a while since you’ve had a proper fuck.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“Needy brat.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his fingers work at a languid pace inside you. He knows every nook and cranny, every angle that brings you euphoria and he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust, arrogant smile growing when you melt back onto his shoulder, lips slightly parted.

“Don’t have time for foreplay,” you finally manage to croak and you turn to look at him, eyes surprisingly clear for having his fingers in your soaking heat and working you up a steady incline.

“It’s the fucking beach, kitten. They won’t be in a rush to get anywhere.” Your lips are tantalizing up close and he chuckles, fingers pressing gently into your pulse. “How quiet can you be?”

“Try me,” you breathe, chest heavy and eyes filling with assured focus, “bitch.”

Challenge accepted.

Nudging your legs ever so lightly apart, he is about to push in. He can feel your heart beating through your back, a quick, racing drum and your breasts heave with every anticipating breath.

“James! Y/N! Wanna meet Steve at the beach?”

Natasha’s voice breaks the humid tension like a hot knife through butter, and your eyes fly open as if you’ve risen from a trance and he growls, not quite moving yet.

To say nothing raises suspicion.

He hates it here.

“Sure!” Bucky yells back right into your ear, much to your displeasure and he shrugs, trying to repress the smirk as his hand drops and playfully squeezes your breast. You return with a subtle nip to his jaw and he steps back. Your shoulders drop and you turn around, leaning against the door with a soft, condescending smile. Your eyes are blown with a mistiness and your thighs press together as he sucks his fingers clean. Your gaze narrows, he smirks with glee.

“What was that about not being in a rush to get anywhere?” you ask, dismissively sweeping your gaze up and down his body before grabbing your pants and pulling them up. His eyes follow the slow trail of the fabric and he sighs softly between parted lips. “Play one of those audios I know you’ve got on your phone. Can’t ever get enough of me, can you, soldier boy?”

“Don’t put yourself on a pedestal, princess.”

“I’m not.” You pick up your bags and open the door, letting cool sea wind sweep into the room that was cloudy with heat and lust. He can’t help the smile that digs into his cheeks despite how disappointed he is as you shrug innocently. You play the part so well. “It’s just the facts.”

Not for the first time, Bucky is left with the thought that Rumlow doesn’t deserve a second of your time.

.

It’s near the end of the month, the very last day. The thirty-first of May.

You broke up with your stupid boyfriend three days ago. He knows because he looked at your Instagram only to find all the pictures with him gone.

But he wasn’t stalking. He was just…

Curious.

Also, Natasha FaceTimed him and Steve, ranting all about it. So, he came upon this naturally.

Not stalking at all.

“Hey.” Bucky’s lying flat on his bed, naked and the sheets are too warm as he hears you pick up with a disgruntled sigh. “You awake?”

“Am now.” You don’t sound too heartbroken but your voice is a bit thicker than he remembers as you sniff. “What do you want?”

“Are you sick?”

“No, I was crying.”

He arches an eyebrow at your blunt response but doesn’t continue that line of interrogation. “Where are you staying?”

“Why does it matter to you? What do you want?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come over, princess,” he replied dryly. “But if you’re on the streets, I can come pick you up.”

“I’m not on the streets,” you reply sharply in a way that makes Bucky doubt your words. “But fine. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Princess,” he begins but you cut him off.

“I just needa pack some things. See you in twenty.”

You hang up without another word. He lets his cellphone drop with a heavy sigh, sitting up and pulling on some boxers and some ratty old university hoodie.

It’s another fifteen minutes before there’s a knock on the door and he moves from the kitchen to the door, abandoning the orange juice he poured to pass the time. Swinging open the door to reveal that pretty face, he smirks to hide the concerned expression threatening to overtake his face. You look like hell, heavy eye bags and a wariness that he’s not used to seeing on your bold face. You’ve got luggage by your legs and a backpack is strapped to you as you regard him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

“You called me, remember?” you reply dryly. He steps aside, inviting you in. Walking in, toeing off your sneakers, and shedding your jacket, you let your backpack drop as Bucky pulls your luggage in. “Woke me up and everything.”

“Yeah, I bet I woke you up from your beauty sleep,” he snorts and you roll your eyes as his eyes trail over the dull skin of your shoulders, the limpness of your hair. He closes the door behind him, an unfamiliar tug pulling at his stomach. “Your boyfriend didn’t even give you time to find a new place?”

“No. And he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Just a guy you used to fuck on occassion who couldn’t even make you come,” he says sagely and you sigh, rolling your eyes again.

“Are you describing yourself?” The words make blue eyes flash to meet yours and you smirk at the dangerous warning glimmering in his irises. Cocking your head, you shrug and lean against his dining table. “So, what do you want?”

“Why do I ever call you here if it isn’t for fucking you, huh, princess?” he muses, but even he can’t find the reason anymore. Whatever libido he was housing had melted in the time between you hanging up and you arriving at his apartment. As you stand before him, his blue eyes flicker from your exhausted face to the way your body seems strung out and on high alert. He sighs, too. “I didn’t want you in some seedy motel where the locks don’t work and the concierge is probably on the registered sex offender’s list. That sound good enough for you?”

You smile, the only thing familiar about you, and it sends a wave of relief through him. “Being nice isn’t your colour, Barnes.”

“Go take a shower,” he retorts, plucking your bag from the floor by your feet and he notices you don’t protest when he grabs your jacket and throws it in the hamper. “Then, we’ll talk.”

“Fine.” You’re unnaturally obedient as you head silently for the bathroom and he brings your luggage to the living room, setting it by the couch and laying it flat. Unzipping it quickly, he grabs the clean clothes he can find right off the bat and goes into his room to put them on his bed so you can grab them as soon as you come out. You’re standing in his bathroom, shedding your tank top and he grabs some clean towels.

It’s a strangely intimate silence as he offers you the towels and you dip your head in thanks. He can see the beginnings of a bruise on your bicep and he reaches tenderly for it, fingers barely brushing your skin.

“Did he—” The anger comes unbridled, hot and heavy and dark, in his voice and you don’t even jerk out of his touch. You’re completely relaxed in his presence as you look at your reflection in the mirror, so unlike a few minutes before when you’d been a ball of tension and you shake your head. His thumb gently digs into your skin and he can feel the pulsing heat of it. It’s fresh. Not even a day old, probably.

“No. I was walking and it was dark. Guy was coming out of a cab and didn’t see me standing there. Got whacked by the door,” you assure, pulling your arm out of his loose hold. Unbuttoning your pants, you continue to undress as he stands there, eyebrows knitting together. The air is wrought with an energy he’s unfamiliar with and he withdraws but your hand reaches for his wrist. Wide eyes dart to your face and he’s shocked by the surprisingly soft smile pulling at your lips. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, uh, sure. Hungry?”

You let go of his wrist and his skin is tingling. He rubs at it absently as you nod, your strange smile ever present. “Starving.”

“I’ll whip you something to eat.”

As he’s stirring Kraft Dinner around in a bowl, he listens to the shower run and thinks.

Or doesn’t think.

Time seems to pass in such a strange way. He’s cooking for you and you’re in his shower and nothing about this is normal or something he’s used to, but it’s not something he hates.

The shower turns off just as he’s sliding the mac into a bowl and he pours you a glass of water before finishing his own abandoned cup of orange juice.

Your footfalls are light and you smell like his shampoo as you sit down at his kitchen island, clad in the clothes he laid out for you.

“It’s just some Kraft I had lying around,” he says uneasily, pushing the bowl towards you but you take it anyway with a shrug and a easygoing smile. You look more awake after the shower and colour has worked its way back into your lips. There’s new life in your eyes as you eat and Bucky, satisfied, heads for the couch just to watch whatever’s on until you’re done.

Everything seems so strange, mundane, almost… domestic as you eat, scroll your phone, and he watches The Dark Knight just because it’s on. He watches the movie blindly, his mind still going a mile a minute and his body unintentionally becoming attune to yours in a way he only knows with when he’s fucking you.

But now, he knows how you move, knows when you’re putting your bowl in the sink and knows when you’re walking towards him by the way his heart starts beating just a millisecond quicker, the gentle give of his couch as you sit down beside him. Your eyes burn into his cheek and he glances at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Come here,” he allows, lifting his arm from the pillow and you scoot closer, pulling the pillow into your lap and hugging it tight. He rests his arm along the back of the couch. “You didn’t die of food poisoning. Pity.”

“You’d have to be truly something to fuck up Kraft Dinner, Barnes,” you reply dryly, smirking at him and he suppresses a snort as you tuck your knees up. “It was good. Although, I hope you’re not living off of that stuff.”

“I do take out every once in a while,” he says with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“I’m a college student and I can cook better than you.”

“You’re one year younger than me. We’re not so different.”

“Whatever you say.”

Bucky can’t help the amused smile edging its way onto his face as you fall into silence, watching the movie, too. One thing Bucky’s always liked about you, even if he didn’t like anything else, is that you share a lot of the same interests as him. They had whole rants on how terrible some movies were, or the disappointment that was some TV finales. It always made pillow talk a fun time, if they ever made it to that stage. 

It was more often than not either of them would wake up before the other and just head out without a single word.

Bucky finds he likes your companionable silence more than he thought he would. Maybe he should’ve indulged pillowtalk a bit more. By the small, sated smile on your lips, he wonders if you’re thinking the same thing.

“You know,” you say after a while, “when I said at the beach house that you wanted me…” Your voice rouses Bucky from his trance of staring at the TV. The credits are rolling and he hadn’t even realized. So lost in his thoughts he was near the end, thinking about Rachel’s letter to Bruce and hyper aware of your every shift in your seat beside him, the movie seemed to pass by in a blink.

Something about the long lost melancholy of lost chances…

Bucky’s never been fucking sentimental, but even he can see the chance that Bruce Wayne really… really missed out on, and the blue-eyed man doesn’t want to be in that position ever. To do the right thing only to find out it’s too late. Because she died in the end, didn’t she? She died and he was alone even though he tried…

“What?”

“At the beach house,” you repeat. “When I basically told you that you wanted me…” you say with a roll of your eyes, “it was just teasing, foreplay.” Then, more seriously: “But I guess I was being like Two-Face. Double entendres, innuendos, all that.”

“You’re going to become a vengeful, homicidal DA?” he quips wryly and you huff in faux irritation, poking him lightly in the chest.

“No. God, use that brain inside that pretty little head of yours for once.”

“Aw, you called me pretty.”

“Barnes.”

“Fine. Continue.”

“Well, what I was saying… When I said you wanted me… God, this is stupid. Feel free to just punch me in the face after, but…”

“But?” Eyebrows knitting together, he looks at you and you pull the blanket up to your face, embarrassment telltale in the way you avert your eyes. He gently pushes the blanket down, muting the TV and waiting patiently. You look more alive that you did the first minute you walked into your apartment and you look like you want to bury yourself in the blankets but he’s not going anywhere and you stare at him, lips pressed into a flustered line. “I’m not going to punch you in the face. You can just tell me.”

“I guess… I just... I wanted to believe that you wanted me,” you state, shaking your head, “for me. Like some affirmation that there’s a possibility you could ever want me like that, and… I’m being dumb. I swear I’m not usually like this, all sentimental and shit, but it’s just I feel like shit and you don’t care about any of that and Brock… I broke up with him because I know he doesn’t love me even if he says he does and that I deserve better but I just… it gets to me, you know? It fucking gets to me when I’m all alone and now I am alone and if he didn’t put me first... maybe it’s because I’m not wanted.”

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs, reaching for your hands and you surrender to him easily as he cranes his head to keep your eye contact despite you ducking your head. “I don’t judge you for any of that shit and that’s wrong. He’s a fucking prick, and people want you here. Romanoff, Steve, Sam…” Me.

“I know. I know and I just… I’m scared because I have nowhere to go. And, you’re always honest with me, and just slap me in the face because… I can’t believe I’m asking you this what if… what if everyone’s gonna treat me like Brock did? What if no one will ever really want me?

There’s a beat.

Then, two.

He’s squeezing your hands so hard he’s surprised you haven’t drawn away but then he realizes your fingers are clutching onto him even tighter, his bones wincing as you crush his digits.

“It’s stupid. I’m stupid—”

“No, you’re not.” Bucky shakes his head and you—fourth year college student and someone he shouldn’t be attached to because you two are so different but he is because you two are so alike—are something else. No one has gotten under his skin like you have.

You’re not fucking stupid. Because I do want you. In a way. In more than one way. And you are irritating and burn so fucking bright and you’re fucking bold, but—

I want you.

He doesn’t say any of that.

And it’s complicated, but that’s how the universe fucking works.

“You’re free to stay here for however long you need to,” he tells you quietly, seriously. “I don’t care how long it is, and there are no catches. Just… just don’t give that fucker another chance, yeah? ‘Cause there’s always gonna be someone who wants you, kitten. Someone who’ll treat you right.”

You smile faintly, knees tucked to your chest and hair still a bit damp from your shower. You’re warm, soft, with no cigarette smoke clouding your silhouette and no glossy sheen of alcohol. You look like you in a way Bucky’s never known before.

He thinks this beats you in any kind of black dress.

“Okay,” you accept and you lean over first to kiss him. It’s a soft peck to the corner of his mouth, an innocent, flitting thing, but Bucky doesn’t mind. He eases against the couch and you lean against his chest, cuddling close against him. His arm falls around your shoulders, holding you tight to him and you melt against him just like he does around you.

For a moment, Bucky wonders how the fuck he got into this situation.

Then again, he’s not complaining.

The view is fucking stellar.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Fire Dogs: End

The trip out to New York is uneventful. You sleep in the car occasionally but you do stop at a couple of hotels you never sleep super well. Besides there’s something about being in a car with your Alpha that just soothes you to sleep. You wake at one point and hear him talking softly on the phone.

“Nat, I don’t want a big party. It’s going to stress her out and she’s probably going to be close to a heat so I don’t want a ton of people around. Just you, Clint, Wanda, Carol and Jarvis.”

“Everyone is so excited though.”

“They’re going to have to wait. Her well-being is my first concern.”

“Steve,”

“Natasha.” He warns lowly and you hear her sigh.

“Fine. Fine. I’ve got a few places lined up for you to look at as well as a property so if building your own place is more appealing you can do that. I don’t know how sensitive your Omega’s nose is.”

“I doubt she does either. We’re about four hours out. Thanks for doing all of this Nat.”

“I’m glad you finally found someone worthy of you Alpha.” You don’t love that she calls him Alpha, so you take a deep breath so Steve knows that you’re awake.

“Thank you Natasha. See you soon.”

“Bye.” She says and Steve hangs up.

“How much did you hear?”

“Her call you Alpha.” You admit grumpily and he laughs softly.

“Are you a little jealous?” When you grumble in response he sobers up, “They all do that Omega, not just Natasha. It’s a respect thing.”

“It was jarring. You’re my Alpha.”

“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve warned you.” He soothes, his hand is warm on your thigh when he reaches over. You trace the back of his hand with one of your fingers.

“How close are we?”

“About 4 hours, you need to stop?”

“No, I was just curious. I’m nervous too, I’m meeting your pack.”

“You’re only meeting a couple today. The rest will trickle in when you’re ready, take as long as you need.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The rest of the ride is spent in comfortable conversation and singing along to the radio. He puts you at such ease that you forget to be anxious, at least until Steve pulls off of the freeway.

“Take a breath Honey, it’s going to be fine.” He promises and you cling to his hand as he drives for a couple more minutes then pulls up to a little house. “Let me know when you’re ready to go in.”

“Can, god this is so stupid, can you calm me?”

“Oh Honey I can absolutely do that. C’mere.” He mutters before kissing you softly, his hands cup your face and you feel the sense of calm wash over you. He pulls away from you then kisses along your jaw, before covering your mouth once more. “How do you feel Omega?” He murmurs softly and you hum lowly.

“Good.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, as I will ever be.” His calm makes you feel a little drowsy but it’s better than the panic you could be in. Steve gets out of the car and you follow him, Cooper waits patiently in the back to be let out. You take his leash and he walks calmly next to you, Steve meets you at the front of the car. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze,

“I don’t think anyone is here yet.” Sure enough when he unlocks the door the house is empty.

“Oh god it smells good in here.” You mutter softly, “Can I let Cooper wander?”

“It’s your house too now Honey. You don’t have to ask.” You unhook Cooper’s leash and he wanders around the living room. “You look good in here, you belong here.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Steve.” You tell him giving him a tight hug.

“Oh Honey.” He says gently before kissing your cheek. “Wanna see the house?” You nod and he leads you through the house showing you where things are. The doorbell rings and you tense up and the calm washes over you again as Steve presses a kiss to the side of your head. Cooper barks and you can’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all.

“Thanks Steve.” You follow him downstairs and when the door opens it’s just Sam and Bucky and a pretty blonde woman who you assume is Carol.

“Had to fight Becca to get her to stay home.” Bucky says with a punch to Steve’s arm, “thought she was gonna scream me to death when I told her ‘bout your Omega.” Carol gives you a kind smile as she follows Sam into the house, she smells like Oranges and chocolate.

“Wish she would’ve screamed you to death. Then we wouldn’t have to listen to your dumb ass anymore.” Sam says lowly.

“I see the two of you have had enough time together.” Carol says with a laugh, “Hi Fawn, I’m Carol. Sam’s much, much better half.” She doesn’t try to shake your hand or touch you in anyway which you appreciate.

“Hi, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for spoiling Sam, he says you’re one hell of a cook.” She says kindly, “We live right next door so when the boys are at work feel free to call if you need anything.” She puts a business card down on the end table then drops down onto Sam’s lap.

Next comes a young woman with auburn hair and a tall man with purple hair. Steve introduces them as Wanda, an Alpha and Viz, a Beta. They’re one of the newer pairs in Steve’s pack but it seems like everyone was just kind of waiting for it to happen. Wanda is a calm in the storm that is the three other Alpha’s currently wresting for control of the remote on your couch.

“Enough.” Steve growls at the three of them as their scents spike and you bury your face into his chest.

Natasha and Clint come next, Nat is the one that you’d heard on the phone earlier and when you see her that little possessiveness rears it’s head. She’s beautiful. “Omega.” Steve rumbles into your ear and you feel so silly for being jealous of her using his title.

“You didn’t do her justice Rogers.” She says giving you a kind smile, one you tightly return. She and Clint are both Betas, she’s more smoky smelling and he’s more earthy but both are pleasant. She calls Steve Alpha once but he quickly pulls her aside and after they talk quietly she doesn’t do it again. Overall the night is a success, and you go to bed happy.

The next day is spent looking at different houses they’re about thirty minutes outside of the city. The first neither of you is thrilled with, the second doesn’t have a yard for Cooper, the third is off a busy street and smells terrible but when you pull up to the plot of land it all clicks.

“Would you be mad if I said I wanted to build?” You ask Steve as you stand at the top of the hill the property is on. The view here is incredible overlooking a river and some woods below you.

“Not at all.” He assures you, a hand on the small of your back, “whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“It’s going to be so expensive.”

“That’s okay. I’m independently wealthy.” You stare up at him for a second to see if his kidding,

“I’m sorry what?”

“Old money. If you didn’t want to you’d never have to do another book again.”

“Why are you a firefighter?”

“I like serving the community, and I’m good at it.” You stare at him for a moment longer then look back out over the property.

“This feels right doesn’t it?”

“Yea Honey it does.” He agrees, so you sign some paperwork and buy the plot of land. You want to get building started before your heat hits and you smell like an Omega and you do so just in time. Apparently Clint runs a very successful construction firm so you get the layout of the house done in two days.

When you wake on the third day you know you’re in your heat. You wake up feeling just as tired as you did yesterday and everything smells so bad except Steve. He goes to get up and you whimper softly, and he freezes as you reach out to him.

“Honey are you in heat?”

“I think so. It’s been so long since I’ve had an actual heat.”

“Do you want to talk to one of our Omegas?”

“You actually have those?” He huffs out a chuckle.

“Yea, not many but we do. Becca is one.” A cramp hits and you gasp in surprise. Steve reaches for his phone and you grab onto his arm.

“No, I just need you Steve.”

“Omega are you sure?”

“Yes, please Steve. I wanted to be sure that without my suppressants you were still my Alpha. You are. Please.” He rolls so that he’s on top of you, his knees between yours an arm on either side of your head and his scent all around you. “You smell so good Steve.”

“So do you Omega.” He grumbles he’s about to kiss you when his phone rings. You both groan loudly before he rolls off of you and grabs it.

“What?” Someone on the other end talks, “No, my Omega is in heat.” He says before hanging up. The phone rings again before he even puts it down so he stalks to the window, opens it and throws the phone outside.

“You know there is such thing as a power button.”

“I was going to smash it so I feel like I should get some credit for my self control.” He says stalking back toward you. This time his mouth finds yours before he’s settled back over you, his dog tags hit your chest and you cling to them keeping him close to you. Steve kisses down your jaw to your pulse point then down to your scent gland.

“Do it.” You whisper, “please.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You’ve never been more sure about anything in your life. You feel his breath on your scent gland and you take a slow breath, then he bites. The pain and pleasure are so overwhelming that you black out. When you come to Steve is still placing soft kisses to your face.

“Omega. You back?”

“That was- indescribable. Thank you Alpha.”

“Careful Honey or you’re going to trigger my rut and then I won’t be able to spoil you.”

“I don’t need to be spoiled.”

“Too damn bad Honey. You’re going to be for the rest of your life. Now, I’m gonna go make some breakfast Becca always said day two was the harder day so I want to make sure you’re up to strength.” He goes to get up but you’ve still got a grip on his dog tags. “Omega.”

“You don’t wanna? I mean I thought-“

“Oh Omega I want you, terribly, but I don’t want to wear you out for tomorrow. From what I remember day one is for lots of sleep and comfort, day two is for sex and day three is for more sleep and comfort. Do you want me to have Bucky come take Cooper?”

“Yea. But you’ll have to go get your phone.”

“Damn it.” He grumbles but he gets to his feet, grabs the shirt he was wearing before bed and passes it to you before getting a clean one for himself. You pull his shirt on and sigh happily brushing your fingers gently over his mark. Steve glances over at you and gives you a small smile then holds a hand out for yours. “Wanna come with me to the kitchen? I can kiss ya some more while we cook.” You nod and climb out of bed with a wide smile taking the hand he offers, you’ll gladly go wherever he goes for rest of your life.

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[gryphis-eyes]

⊙ Le Ciel

2022 PAC

Welcome to your reading pile 2, I wish you the best for the year of 2022 and hope this reading will help you. Remember to read the intro on the main post of this PAC in order to understand how it work and just get the general info. Seth decided to show up for your reading I hope his presence and advices will help you but first i’d like to apologies I tried to keep the reading ”smooth” but he kept being rude in his messages (Seth being Seth yes) ⊙

• Your Major Arcana from the Egyptian deck is The Sky

Usualy people mistake The Sky for being related to The Star card but Egyptians associated it with the comets which is more like The Tower card. I think you get it and with Sutekh’s presence, this year you’ll face a chocking change (this next message was hard to translate 💀) ”Remember the most dreadful events brings the best teaching” say Sutekh. You’ll discover the hidden truth, doubts will disapear wether they were good or bad, you’ll discover the hard truth, you’ll have to make difficult choices... I had hard time to translate that (again) in french we  say ”un mal pour un bien” it is used when something bad happen or when someone have to take hard decision but all of those hard things to do happen for a good reason, a better futur. Seth showed me a weird scenario but I think it illustrate the thing so well ;

”Imagine you are riding a horse and it got stuck in quicksand, sure you can escape but not the horse there isn’t anyone to help around and there is a storm coming. You are faced with 2 choices ; stay here and die or accept the fact that the horse will die and you can’t do anything so you leave” (I know Sutekh’s teaching is strange) this horse can represent à lot of things it can be someone, a relationship, a job, a toxic house. Wathever this horse means to you helping it will be the end of you, some of you might stay with someone very toxic just because you keep telling yourself that you can ”save them” (yes savior complex) or think you only deserve to stay with that horse and die ”because I don’t want to fight” is what I heard but those quicksand illustrate an event that will give you the occasion to leave or at least will make you realize how toxic this situation is for you. After all Sutekh is the god of chaos who is the only one who can kill the snake that embody evil, Apep. It is the Chaos who destroy in order to create. You might want to check the lyrics from Run boy run by Woodkid everything goes well with your reading, in some way it’s your theme for 2022

” You live in the present with happiness Ô Child of the Earth, but you’re not assured of your futur. Plan wisely, look at the sky but keep yourself grounded on this Earth. Leave a door open for the unknow and try to not fall into dispear. ”

⊙ Sun, The Self

7 of Wands, 4 of Pentacles, Learning

I think i’ll repeat a lot of things that were in this reading’s intro. During 2022 you’ll teach yourself how to stay strong and grounded during hard time you won’t let adversity put you down anymore. Fear will slowly become courage you’ll learn who you truly are and it will make you understand what you truly want in this World. ” Nobody can take anything from you anymore you’ll cherish yourself and your body like a dragon who is cherish its treasure, anyone who wants to take the dragon’s treasure will perish in fire. ” Stand your ground pile 2 you are better than that !

Moon, Healing and Emotions

3 of Pentacles, 5 of Cups, leave this situation

You’ll heal from the past, let go of what doesn’t serve you and slowly but surely go with the flow. Since you’ll defenetly know you worth more than what you have now it will be easier for you to move on, to embrace the unknown and hardship without falling into self destructive mindset. It’s like in the present you refuse to forgive yourself for something that happened in the past so you refuse to move on, it is where you should start your healing journey by healing your heart’s past and remember you don’t have to apologies to anyone or even forgive them, you are the one who deserve apologies not the things that destroyed your heart. It might be difficult but you will stop all of those negative self talk that you hide behind ”oh it’s just humor” but Sutekh clearly say ”But you are really thinking this about yourself aren’t you ? Don’t think of me as a fool I know what you’re doing here.” (why does it sounded like a menace 💀). Everytime you do those negative self ”jokes” or ””joke”” about killing yourself you spirit team is rolling their eyes so much it’s a roller coaster. ”You can’t blame yourself for what happened but pushing yourself in a dark place won’t help at all, wake up kid ”

Mercury, Career and Study

4 of Cups R, 6 of Swords, The Strength

”Leave that shitty job” was the first thing I heard I think I don’t need to explain the message haha. In 2022 you’ll have to make the first move in order to create change and I repeat ”just leave”. By quitting your actual path that you don’t like you’ll create an empty spot but never forget nature hate empty spot and spirits love to spoil you with gift so you’ll be rewarded with new opportunity. You know the classic but amazing scenario where someone quit their office job in order to create their own business, it can be your career life if you got the courage to put strenght in something that light your inner fire. Just remember the new begining will be a bit slow, in some way it is here like a test. For people in school you might be studying something that your parents wanted you to do but you don’t give a fuck about it, you want to go in that school and Study your passion, for some of you I get art school. You’ll build the courage to tell your familly what you really want to do and you’ll do in wether they are with you or not. Follow your heart.

Venus, Love

2 of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, Love yourself, Your questions are well founded

Self love will be the most important thi’g for 2022. After all of that trouble you need to reconnect to the real you, it’s like you don’t really know yourself you might really too much on other people or you were traped in a relationship where your partner or familly made you believe you need them more than anything while you are actually very good on your own. You’ll need to find a balance between your mind and heart. I get that some of you will get into spirituality even witchcraft for some of you. You know those cool people who get out of toxic relationship, become witches and got a massive glow up ? It’s you ♡

Mars, Strength

The Devil, 8 of cups R, It is time to change

Your shadow will end up being your best ally in 2022. The more you’ll change, the more you’ll let go of things you will gain more and more strength. Know that after this tower moment and glow up you’ll reach à safe place, everything will be alright and don’t doubt yourself too much ! Doubt is the wise man’s best friend but it can quickly turn into his biggest enemy. If you get into witchcraft/spirituality you’ll discover many new things about yourself including new strengths ! Remember to trust your intuition when it come to new offer.

Jupiter, Divine

4 of swords, Ace of pentacles R, Your desires are good for you + Enjoy the love of your loved ones

Spirits wants you to know that they love you unconditionally ! During 2022 you will communicate more with your spirit team and for some of you there are new spirits that will join you in order to help you ! I heard them say ”We would love to talk to you more often ! ” maybe you’ll even start praying a specific deity that you always loved. They want to remind you to do things for your own pleasure sometimes, eat that cake, take that dress, wear that cool liner, treat yourself like a queen/king you deserve it !

Saturn, Obstacles

2 of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, stop lying to yourself

Healing doesn’t happen in one night and you might hate how long it is for you to let go and heal but rushing everything is a worst idea. Don’t blame yourself if one day you don’t have the strength to do this and that you are human. Letting go of this toxic thing (I mostly got relationship vibe) won’t be easy, blocages might come from other people but you need to stand your ground (I repeat myself a lot olala). The other obstacle will be your limiting belief since you might make yourself believe in the illusion like idealizing someone while they are always hurting you or show you 0 respect. The negative self talk can be one of those illusions since I feel like some of you really think about your words.

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