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starryknight-tarot · 2 months

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𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼?

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Hello beautiful souls✨ Today we will be looking into what kind of people your future friends are and maybe a little more into your dynamic together. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Credit to @benkeibear for the divider and @thuminnoo on instagram.

Pile 1 Cards: Temperance, Three of Swords, Six of Swords, Strength, Three of Pentacles, Nine of Wands, Page of Pentacles, Ace of Cups rx Back of the Deck: Five of Pentacles

The energy for this pile has a lot of layers to it. While I was shuffling, I heard the word "first" pretty clearly, so your future friends might be the first time you can really call someone a friend or simply your first time having friends at all . I feel like all of your future friends are going to have very big personalities. If you are an introvert, you are going to feel like you were adopted by a bunch of extroverts. I am actually getting Mean Girls vibes from this pile, like in a school setting, all your friends would be the talk of the school. The cool kids so to speak lol. And the energy you are going to feel with them also feels pretty complicated. In friendships, you can have good days where everyone is getting along and having fun, and then other day when things can feel more awkward and even a little uncomfortable, your friend group isn't going to be safe from this. Although, you may feel like you may feel like you don't truly fit in with them. I am hearing "Imposter Syndrome" so with your future friends, you may feel like you don't deserve to be around them. But I am getting that your future friends REALLY don't want you to feel this way. In fact, I feel like there may be a moment in your friendship where all this doubt in yourself comes to the surface and you and your friends have a deep conversation about. I am getting for some of you that really don't resonate with this self doubt energy, it might be the other way around where one of your future friends isn't too confident in their friendship with you. Also, no matter what gender you identify as, your future friends are going to help you embrace your feminine energy. For some specific groups of yall, your friends are going to spark your interest in makeup. Some of yall are going to be making new friends at the gym or on a run, something physical. Like I am seeing the visual of someone running a marathon and chatting it up with the person next to them. I think for my pile 1's, yall need to start having a clear idea of what you want and need in a friend. Because if you just let anyone that shows you kindness, you might end up in a distasteful situation. If you don't feel like you and another person have a connection, it's time to cut ties with that person. But with the Page of Pentacles, I feel like you guys will actually find friends that will feel like manifested them into existence. If you have a manifestation journal, it may help to dedicate a page for qualities you want in a friend and spirit is saying that this will bring you closer to these friends. I also keep hearing "They aren't perfect" so even if you are manifesting them, they may not be the perfect person but they are going to be there for you. Also one last message for my introverts, you may want to try and put yourself out there to find friends.

Advice Cards:

Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspects of your life

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Be adventurous. It's time to go for it!

A powerful dream will guide you

Your heart is a center of institute intelligence. Listen to it!

You are greater than your story

Channeled Songs: (I laughed when I got Please Me but some of yall may have a message there lol)

Pile 2 Cards: Ace of Swords, Nine of Wands rx, King of Swords, The Tower rx, Ten of Wands rx, The Fool, The Emperor, Two of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Three of Swords

So I was picking up a few different types of energies for this pile, I feel like a lot of people may pick this pile so there is a lot of different people involved or each one of your friends is going to be very different personalities, take it how it resonates. One of the first things I was picking up was that your friends are gonna be labeled as the "weird kids" lol. I don't mean that in a bad way at all, they just might be the type to be labeled as nerds or dorks or whatever but they are just have really silly energy. Specifically, someone in your group is gonna be quite eccentric and unique but I think you will love that about them. This eccentric friend has lovely energy. I keep hearing ENFP or they may might just be really into MBTI. I am also picking up on someone that has a really regal vibe to them? Maybe, they feel like they were royalty in their past life or they could come from wealth. But I am getting such a sweet vibe from this person. This friend group seems like a bunch of softies and I am living for it. I was also picking up that you might have to go through some really shitty friends before you get to the friends that we are currently looking into. Spirit said "those people were never truly your friends" so some people who you thought were your friends may actually be pieces of shit and never even truly saw you as a friend. I am hearing for someone of you that these might be your current friends, of course that isn't going to be for everyone but you are seeing some signs from your current friends that they don't truly respect you as a person, or that they are leave you out of stuff, those people aren't your friends. But with the Fool, I feel like you guys are really going to start a new journey in terms of friends so there are going to be quite a few people who are coming into your life. I heard "They are going to turn your life upside down" so you may start seeing the world differently after meeting them. I do feel like you and your future friends may not always see eye to eye and may have a falling out, I'm not too sure why, it seems like a lot of misunderstandings may happen between yall. These misunderstand may cause yall to have prolonged times apart for a little while. But I do think you will come back together. I'm also not too sure this energy is for everyone or perhaps that keeping this message in mind may cause these misunderstands to be avoided. Spirit is saying "Keep an open mind" so you may need to just hear each other. I am also getting for this pile that your group of friends may be really big, like a lot of people that are gonna hang around you.

Advice Cards:

Hold your life from a sacred viewpoint. Witness the universal picture

Relax and feel good. You deserve more joy!

Your are greater than your story

Pay attention to your breathing, it's reflecting your life

Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy

You are wiser than you think

You are a natural teacher

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3 Cards: Three of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, The Emperor rx, Six of Pentacles rx, Ten of Pentacles, The Fool rx, Ten of Swords Back of the Deck: Four of Cups

Excuse me for my language, but I fucking love this pile so much, your future friends have top tier energy. These friends might be people from your childhood that you rekindle with or just friends you have known for a while. Actually I am also getting that for some of you, you may meet them very suddenly and become friends very fast in your adult life, but I'm not really getting an in between. For some of you, I feel like you are already around your future friends. They seem to be more of the rebellious vibes, I am hearing Lost Boys energy. Your future friends may be strong activists and are very vocal about what is right and wrong. Your friends seems like the type of people that really stand out in the crowd. Probably for a very specific group of you, I feel like you may meet in an art class or just somewhere surrounded by art. And your future friends are SO creative and have such big imaginations. For some of you, you are going to make a career with these future friends and I am hearing starting a Youtube channel or something like that. Whatever it is, it seems like it will be really successful because of the chemistry you and your friends share. Especially with all the pentacles in this pile, yall might make major bank together. For a lot of you, these friends are going to be your soul family. For some of you, there is going to be someone in your friend group that takes up a sort of mother role and they are going to help heal you through a lot of childhood wounds that you may not have even realized you had. I heard for some of you, they are going to get you out more and get you out of a hermit period for you. There is a very small group of you that I feel like you will very suddenly stop seeing each other or perhaps this friendship will have been going on for years and some of you will want to expand your friendship to other people and not talk as much, I am getting maybe two people. A little larger group of you may just drift part after time and find new friends, but you guys would never forget each other and always hold so much love for each other. Yall story seems like it could be made into a story lol. But even then, I won't let that stop you from enjoying your friends with these people and trying your best to make it last since yall do seem really compatible. For real it's so beautiful I almost want to cry. But there is a group of you that I see growing old together basically. Yall will still be causing trouble till yall's hairs grey and you are chilling in the nursing homes lol.

Advice Cards: Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspect of your life

Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy

Be aware of your inner messages

A powerful dream will guide you

The key is in the application. Practice!

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4 Cards: King of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, Four of Pentacles rx, Five of Swords, Six of Pentacles rx, Nine of Swords, The Tower, The Fool rx Back of the Deck: Six of Wands

This pile is very interesting indeed. So one of the first things I was picking up was that you may marry one of your future friends and it is going to be like "Marrying my best friend" kind of moments. Which is real cute for yall. I was also getting that your friend group might be pretty well off, like they all grew up in a pretty wealthy area or something like that. I am kind of picking up on those people that grew up rich but don't really even realize it until you point it out. But they seem like might spoil you a little, take you around to see things you may have never seen without them. I am also hearing some of you may be the rich friend. I am also getting that the way you guys will meet will be through shared struggle. Like I am getting that you and your future friends will go though an experience that not many will have gone through and while you will walk away with a lot of trouble from this experience, you will also walk away with new friendships because not many have gone through what yall have gone through. I am getting that you will have around three or four friends that you are particularly close with. With the mixture of the Tower and the Five of Swords, I feel like you are going to have a big falling out with these people. Although since we have the Six of Wands at the back of the deck, I feel this story will have a very satisfying ending. I just suddenly saw people meeting at a very tropical setting. It could just be the beach but for some of you, this feels like a different country and you will meet up there and it will feel so nice. I am also getting that instead of this falling out energy, your future friends are going to have A LOT of trauma and they may feel like they don't deserve your friendship, something along those lines. Your future friends have very shy energy. They don't seem to trust a lot of people but you managed to gain their trust. Although I feel like one of your friends is very shy and the another is very bold and confident, but even this person seems to have some inner struggles as well. I'm sorry because I feel like there is part of a puzzle that your future friends don't really want to share here. Perhaps your story with them is just something they really want you to experience without any expectations. They seem to have really good intentions with you.

Advice Cards:

Release all attachments that do not serve you

Take a lighter approach and smile about all facets in your life. A smile reflects a heart at peace You are ready to receive your fortune. Be miracle minded!

The key is in the application. Practice! You are intuitively gifted. Trust you guidance

Pay attention to the issue that time plays in your life right now

Channeled Songs:

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

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oneforthemunny · 4 months

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break the ice |hockey!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a scheduling mishap leads you and eddie to meet. or how you and hockey!eddie's story begins lol.

contains: eddie au. fluff. that's it. happy one year!

The hiss of the puck gliding over the ice, skittering into the goal, skates whizzing to a stop. It was comforting to Eddie. He’d never really known what people meant when they’d say “get in the zone” growing up, until he started playing again, playing for real this time. It was easy to focus on the sounds, silence your brain by tricking it to listen to the claps of the stick on the ice, the pop of the puck soaring, the-

“Skidamarink a dink, a dink. Skidamarink a doo.”

A clean miss, startled by the sudden blaring of music from behind him. Skates wobbling, knees locking into place. Eddie turned, squinting towards the other end of the rink.

“Hey, hey!” Eddie skated, shouting over the music- horrendous at that, what was this song?

“Excuse me,” You looked up, adjusting the volume on your boom box. “Hey, uh, sorry this is a closed practice.” Eddie skated to you, hockey stick waving exaggeratedly behind him.

“Yeah it is.” You nodded, head tilting to the side slightly. “Are you… here to drop off?”

“What? No, no, I-” Eddie paused, brows furrowed at you lightly. “I- this is my practice.”

“Your practice?” You repeated, pointing at the ice below you.

“Yeah.”

“You’re here for the Snowflakes?”

“No, I play for-” Eddie shakes his head, hand running over his face. “Snowflakes? What-”

“-The three to four year old class?” You press, brow raised, face contorted in what Eddie could only assume was your best judgment masking, though by the scrunch in your nose, it wasn’t working very well. “For ice skating lessons?”

“Lessons? Sweetheart, c’mon, does it look like I need lessons?” Eddie grins, smug and sweet. His heart skips when you bite back a smile, lips twitching. “I’m- I rent out the time to practice.”

“Oh,” You frown slightly. “I, uh, I did too.”

“You know what, let me- let me just go ask Max.” Eddie flashes you a dazzling smile. “I’ll get it sorted out.”

“You’re both right.” Max droned behind the desk, flipping through a magazine lazily. “Both of you have the slot for today.”

“What? Why-Why would Bobby book up both spots?” Eddie frowned. “That makes no fuckin’ sense. I’m here every Thursday-”

Max huffed, snatching the scheduling paper off the back wall, slapping it on the desk. “Eddie Munson. Five to six-thirty. Left.” Her blue eyes raised in boredom. “That means, you’re on the left side.”

“Left? This is- That’s fuckin’ ridiculous, Max, c’mon-”

“-It’s Bobby.” Max rolled her eyes. “He’s trying to double book, make more money during the dead season. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“So I have to practice with a bunch of fuckin’ kids running around?” Eddie huffs. “How the hell am I gonna do that? Huh? Do you hear the shit they’re playing in there?” Eddie throws a hand out towards the rink. “I’m already about to lose my mind.”

“So get some ear plugs, Eddie, I don’t know.” Max huffed, throwing her hands up. “You know I can’t refund you, so either leave, or suck it up. I honestly don’t care, Munson, up to you.”

Eddie’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, rolling furiously. Bunch of kids skating all around him, screaming and shit, he’d never get anything done.

Still, Eddie’s eyes wandered back to you. In your matching tracksuit, a powdery blue that seemed to shine even under the fluorescents of the rink. He supposed there could be worse people to share the ice with. He faced Tommy Raider again next season, and he’d rather be with a bunch of screaming toddlers anyday over him anyday.

Besides, the kids weren’t so bad. The occasional screech or laughter when you’d have them do something silly. It was cute, honestly, Eddie decided, seeing these little kids wobble around on skates while you cooed enthusiastically at them.

“Ok, my little flurries,” You grinned, cheeks aching from the amount of feigned enthusiasm you had to muster. “Next week we’re going to really work on our glide.” You pushed off dramatically, soaring a few spaces then stopping.

It was so exaggerated, over the top and made the kids giggle; Eddie was sure he was in love.

“So be sure to be practicing holding your arms way, way out!” You extended your arms, beaming at the few who mimicked you. “And I’ll see you all next week!”

Eddie had spent the majority of the time practicing what he’d say to you, how he’d ask you out. A classic chat up line always worked at the bar, always helped him score. Still, his knees wobbled, tight and a little unsure as he skated over to you.

You were waving goodbye to a student, stepping off to the bleachers to undo your own skates. “Hey,” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobbly and unsure in his throat, teeth clenching in a grimace.

You looked up, a tiny half smile in greeting. “Hi. Hope we didn’t bother you too much.”

“What? No. No, no, no. No, you didn’t-” Eddie took a breath, heart hammering in his chest, ringing in his ears. “It was… Yeah, that was really fun to watch actually. The, uh, seeing the kids in their skates and shit. You’re-You’re really good with them, and, uh…” The fuck is that Munson? The fuck are you doing? Eddie’s mind raced, furiously.

“Thanks.” You grinned, a wicked little smile that had Eddie’s cheeks flushing. He hadn’t felt like this in years. Felt like he was back in middle school, swooning any time Connie Donohue would swish her hair over her shoulder, letting it land on his desk and brush his hand.

“They’re a fun age. Super sweet. Not like the asshole eight year olds.” Your finger curled under the untied laces, shimmying them loose.

“Oh? Eight year olds, they're the asshole group?” Eddie grinned, leaning against the rink’s surface. He hoped you couldn’t tell how he was flexing, muscles protruding under the tight, black material of his shirt.

“Total assholes. I had them last year, and that’s why I switched-”

“-Excuse me?” A tiny squeak of a voice came from behind you. You turned, expecting one of your kids who had forgotten a mitten or jacket.

“Are-Are you Eddie Munson?” The small boy with wide eyes gaped at Eddie.

Eddie flushed, swallowing, eyes flickering to you. Your brows creasing, looking at the tiny boy then back at Eddie. “Yeah, yeah that’s me.” Eddie forced a smile, gripping the rink as he stepped onto the bleachers, settling on the ones across from you.

“What’s your name, little man?” Eddie grinned.

“Samuel.” The boy grinned, a little shyly.

“Samuel, that’s a cool name. How old are you?”

“Eight.” The boy beamed.

Eddie’s eyes cut over to yours, lips twisting, fighting back a grin. You blushed, turning away from his glances, cheeks burning with heat you hoped he didn’t see. “Eight? That’s a… that’s a cool age, right?”

“Right.” Samuel nodded. “I-I watch you all the time with my dad and my mom.” Samuel babbled in true kid fashion. “You’re my favorite hockey player.”

“Me? No way, c’mon.” Eddie shook his head playfully.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re from Hawkins too.” Samuel nodded, matter of factly. “They said that on-on the TV one time when I was watching.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Eddie nodded. “Used to practice here when I was your age.” He nodded over towards the rink behind him.

“We went one time to a game, and… and you lost a tooth!” Samuel giggled in true, eight year old asshole form. “The other guy knocked it out when-when you were fighting!”

Eddie laughed, a howling of a cackle that bounced off the walls of the rink, over the hum of the electricity and heat in the stands.

You watched carefully, interest piqued. You knew he was good, you’d watched him practice, it was obvious he had skill. And the name did sound familiar, plastered across headlines and the local news, one of Hawkins’ very own made it big.

Eddie signed Samuel’s jersey, left him scampering back to his awaiting parents with a triumphant grin. “What are the odds of that?” Eddie beamed, grinning ear to ear when he looked over at you.

You laughed, knotting your own skates together, reaching for your snow boots. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you-you played for the… Played hockey.”

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugged, inked hand running down his arm. You tried not to stare. “It’s alright, really. Not bad benefits, but work hours are a little crazy.”

“Yeah?” You laughed lightly. “I would say so. Pretty demanding.”

“Oh yeah. And you lose a tooth or two sometimes.” Eddie’s eyes cut to yours playfully, a dimpled grin that had your heart shooting with heat.

“Yikes.” You sucked in a breath dramatically. “That seems brutal.”

“You ever been?” Eddie asked, untying his own skates, letting the blade rest on the cement barrier in front of him.

“To… what? A game?”

“Yeah.”

“No.” You shook your head. “Not, like, a real hockey game. Not… Not one of yours.” Your knee bounced nervously, a little unsure even in your own answer.

“You should come.” Eddie shrugged cooly, hoping you couldn’t see the way his hands shook with adrenaline. “Come to the opener in a few weeks. I’ll get you tickets.”

“What?” You laughed lightly. “You- No, you don’t even know my name, and you’re gonna get me tickets? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Well, I was hoping I could get your name, maybe your number too.” Eddie’s lips pursed lightly. “Get to know you before the game. Can give you those tickets next time I see you. What do you think? You free Friday night? Saturday?”

You blushed, looking down at your boots, fiddling with the laces to avoid his gaze. “Saturday. I don’t have to work.” You looked back at him.

“Saturday it is.” Eddie beamed.

You scrawled your name and number on the torn corner piece of the schedule. Eddie had snatched it and a pen from behind the desk, ignoring Max’s huffs of annoyance. He’d clutched it the whole way home, paper a little soft from the dampness of his sweaty hands. The tiny slip of paper was taped to his landline, staying there long after Eddie had memorized the number. In your pretty, loopy handwriting for Eddie to see each time he called you.

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baby-yongbok · 8 months

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Hey can I pls request asking bf chan if you can give him a handjob for the first time and then making him cum all over your hand 🤭

This took me to a headspace that is currently causing brain rot so thank you for ruining me 😭This is a lot longer than I intended for it to be but I promise its worth it lol Enjoy! 💕

Free Time - Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader - Imagine

Word Count: 2,572

Warnings under the cut

✨Masterlist✨

✨Part 2: First Time✨

Warnings: Cursing, Cum tasting (for like a second), that should be all of the warnings? So Sorry if I missed any!

Reader is Called: Baby, Babygirl

Chan is called: Babe

Your relationship with Chan was nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and sexual tension. The two of you have only been dating for six months and you both agreed to take it very slow when it came to physical intimacy. You’ve done some stuff like making out, teasing each other over your clothes and even a bit of dry humping while making out but you have yet to fully expose yourselves to each other.

Today was one of Chan’s very rare days off and he promised to spend every second of it with you instead of working. The two of you spent the day doing absolute nonsense, you stayed in bed until noon and then ordered the most tasty yet unhealthy breakfast that you could imagine. Neither of you bothered to get dressed, you wore a flimsy tank top and panties and he wore nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. The two of you flipped through channels and played uno a couple of times until he got sick of losing. You played a silly game of hide and seek and even had a pillow fight. Your entire day seemed to come straight out of a rom com and you weren’t mad at that one bit. As it got later in the day your energy seemed to die down just a bit, the two of you decided to just chill and listen to music about two hours ago but it only brought your burst of energy back when Chan decided to try and teach you the choreo to Red Lights.

“You know I suck at dancing” You laughed as you tried to follow along with his directions.

“I know but this one is so easy.” He chuckled as he watched you mess up the move for the millionth time.

“I quit.”

You playfully throw your hands up in defeat and move to change the song since the two of you have now listened to the Red Lights a gazillion times. Chan plops down on the couch, and you study him quickly as you move to sit next to him. He’s sweating slightly from trying to teach you the choreography and he’s slouched into the couch and man spreading in such a sexy way that you almost think that you’re crazy for thinking it. As you sit next to him your eyes catch a glimpse of the slight tent in his black shorts and you can’t help but to stare for a bit. Luckily, Chan has his head tilted and resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed as he breathes softly, if it weren’t for his slight exhaustion your staring wouldn’t be all that subtle.

“What time is it?” He asks with a sigh as he lifts his head to look at the digital clock on the wall in front of you two. “Oh wow, ten o’clock already? It feels like it's six.”

You chuckle and nod but your mind is on anything but the time right now. You quickly glance down at the outline of Chan’s member through his shorts before moving closer to him and throwing your leg over his knee and laying your head on his chest.

“What should we do now? We’ve spent the entire day being adult children.” Chan wraps his arm around your shoulder slightly holding you against him and his fingers start tracing imaginary circles into your skin.

“We could try to wind down for the night. Maybe I’ll go shower and you can do your little night time routine, put on your diffuser and dim the lights and stuff.” You smiled at the fact that he knew you so well, there was a certain atmosphere you liked to create in the house before you went to bed. You liked everything to feel soft and sensual but you weren’t sure if you were ready to give up the hyper fun vibes that were weaved into today quite yet.

“Maybe” You moved your leg, throwing it over both of his and positioned yourself so that you were straddling him. “Or we could enjoy each other's company a bit longer.”

Chan’s hands found a home on your waist as he looked up at you with bright playful eyes. “Yeah? How would you like to enjoy my company, babygirl?”

His lips turned into a grin and he bit his tongue slightly in anticipation. You stared down at him with the same sparkling look in your eyes but your gaze was less playful, there was a glaze of lust over your eyes that Chan was slowly noticing. You know that he noticed it because you could feel the evidence hardening near your heat.

“I think you know how.” You whispered as you leaned down towards his ear and left small kiss down his jawline. He let out a low groan as you continued to pepper light kisses all over his neck.

“Baby, what exactly is it that you want to do?”

“Well, I still want to take it slow with you.” You kissed the shell of his ear in between sentences. “But, I saw that you were semi-hard and now I can feel that you’re completely bricked up.”

You chuckle lightly when Chan moans quietly from you sucking on his earlobe. “So, I was thinking that maybe… I could give you a hand job?”

You pull away from his neck to get a glimpse of his facial expression and honestly you can’t tell how he feels about it. You’ve never seen such an expression on his face before, it almost looks like a cross between excitement and confusion.

“You want to jerk me off?” He asks bluntly, making you blush slightly. You shake your head in confirmation and Chan swallows hard as his eyes search yours “Are you sure”

“I’m so so sure” You slowly get off of his lap and stand in front of him. He takes you in for a second, your pretty cotton panties are hugging your hips and your tank top is so thin that it might as well not exist. One of your tank top straps is falling off of your shoulder and your hair is back in a messy ponytail, his hungry eyes scanning you only makes him harder and his dick twitches as a result. You notice the movement and smile towards him.

“Can I? Are you okay with that?” He shakes his head before managing to get a meek ‘yes’ out of his mouth. You drop to your knees in front of him and trail your hands up his calves and then up his thighs under his shorts. Chan holds his breath for a second as you get closer to his member but he shakily exhales when you move your hands back down his legs.

He watches your every move and keeps a close eye on your body language, he wants to make sure that you enjoy yourself too. You smile up at him as you excitedly sit up on your knees and reach for the waistline of his shorts giving them a slight tug before dipping them down and freeing his hard cock. You’ve only ever felt his member during make out sessions or when he got hard from you being on top of him, this is the first time that you’ve ever seen his cock and gosh to say that you’re impressed would be an understatement. You shimmy his shorts down a bit more down his thighs before lightly touching his hard dick and taking in just how perfect it looked. It’s a bit darker than the rest of his body and has a pretty prominent vein running along the bottom of it. The tip of his cock is red and dripping in anticipation and only one thought pops into your head.

“I did this to you?” He grins down at you and shakes his head.

“You always do, baby.” You grin back at him before running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times trying to get used to the feel of his smooth skin and get accustomed to his thickness. “Fuck”

Chan’s head falls back against the couch at the friction and it only encourages you to do more. You lightly run your hand over the head of his cock and his hips slightly buck into your hand. You rub the pre-cum leaking from his cock across his tip with your thumb and he moans at the sensation.

“Baby, I’m really sensitive. It’s been awhile.” You shake your head in acknowledgement before spitting in your free hand and bringing it to his shaft. He watches as you take your second hand and smear your spit over his cock. A low groan erupts from his throat as his brows furrowed and he bites his lip slightly.

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like or if I can do anything different, okay?” He shakes his head with a slight smirk.

“Of course but you’re doing fucking amazing right now.” You shake your head before bringing your hand back up to your mouth and spitting in it again. You wet his cock and then slowly start to stroke him with your wet hand. “Oh fuck.”

You try to keep a consistent rhythm while you pump his length, slowly increasing the speed as he melts into your touch. “Just like that, don’t slow down.”

You maintain the speed that he likes but you decide to spice it up a little. You lick your other hand and wrap it around his tip, stroking up and down at the same pace that you're stroking his shaft. His hips buck into your hand again and he runs a hand through his hair before taking a hand full in his fist and slightly pulling at it. “Oh baby, you’re doing so fucking good.”

Your mouth waters a bit as you watch how he reacts to you. His facial expressions and the way that his toes curl at the pleasure makes you want to give him more. You can’t help but to wonder what he’d be like when the two of you decide to take it all the way.

You change up your technique a bit and start twisting your fists side to side in a screwing motion making sure to cover his entire tip with your hand. A deep groan leaves Chan’s throat as your hands work over him.

“You like it, babe?” You ask in a bit of a cocky yet sexy tone, it feels good to see the effect that you have on him. You can barely imagine what it’ll be like the first time you use your mouth on him.

“I love it.” He moans out “Can you twist your hands and go up and down at the same time, baby”

You hum in response before doing exactly as he asks. His head falls back against the couch again and his back arches slightly. “Shit, babygirl, so perfect.”

You raise up on your knees a bit and spit down onto his cock making sure to keep it nice and wet, Chan groans at the sight and his free hand reaches forward and lightly grips your chin making you look into his eyes. With his brows still furrowed he dips his tongue out of the side of his mouth and bites it lightly before shaking his head.

“You’re so pretty jerking my cock like that.” A low moan escapes you as your eyes flutter shut momentarily and your lips part slightly. You bite your lip a bit as you keep his eye contact. Suddenly, his eyes shut tightly and his brows raise before furrowing again and his lips pull into a thin line. You lean forward a bit spitting down onto his cock again and the wet sounds that fill the room make the scene nearly feel pornographic. Chan opens his eyes and his mouth falls open as he shakes his head to encourage you to keep up what you’re doing.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” He groans out and you swear that it’s the hottest thing that you’ve ever heard him say while you’ve been with him. You keep your hands going to a steady pace squeezing a bit more to give him a tighter feel. “Baby..” He moans out and you moan back in response.

His grip on your chin loosens slowly before he retracts his hand to bring both of them up behind his head to grab at his hair as his breathing quickens and his hips buck lightly fucking himself into your hand. “Just like that”

You keep your eyes on his and you watch as his cheeks start to turn red and he fights to keep his eyes on yours. “Fuck.. I’m..” His head falls back and he moans out loudly, you feel his cock twitch in your hands and you moan as you watch his first stream of cum fall against your hand.

“I’m fucking cumming” He grunts out and you slow down your movements as you watch his cum spurt out in hot bursts that cover your hands and drip down to the hardwood. Chan lets out a deep sigh and starts deep breathing to slow his heart rate. You slowly stop twisting with both hands and instead use one to jerk him lightly to ensure that you get every last drop from him.

“There’s so much.” You whisper to yourself but Chan hears you and chuckles lightly.

“I told you that it's been a while.” He lifts his head to look at you, his hands let go of his hair and fall to his side. You haven’t let go of his now softening member yet and it’s purely because your curiosity is getting the best of you right now. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just.. I want to taste it.” Chan’s brows furrow again but before he can ask what you mean you bring your cum covered hand up to your mouth and take a small taste. His eyes widen as he watches your tongue dip out and lick his arousal, a small groan leaves his lips as you look into his eyes and lick it again, taking a bit more this time.

“Not bad.” You shrug before standing from your spot between his legs.

“That was fucking hot.” He watches a smile creep up on your lips and you shake your head playfully.

“Come on, let's clean up and wind down. You made a mess on the floor.”

“Oh yeah I made a mess.” He laughs as he stands trying to avoid the puddle of his cum on the floor. You both go to the bathroom and clean yourselves up. Chan pulls up his shorts and just when you’re about to leave the bathroom he grabs your shirt lightly and his hand finds your waist pulling you back into him.

“Thank you for that. You really were amazing, so so perfect.” He plants a kiss on your neck and you giggle, smiling wide.

“It was my pleasure.” His fingers caress your sides as he leans into your ear.

“Your turn?” You blush immediately as you look over your shoulder to your smiling boyfriend. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Maybe.” You shake your ass against him teasingly before breaking free from his hold and sashaying away. He watches you with hungry eyes and you can feel his gaze on you. Maybe you won't be winding down anytime soon.

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hecateslore · 1 month

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Ohh could you do older Simon with a reader who doesn’t get along with their mother and comes crying to him about it. Thanks you.

I'm gonna twist it around a bit, Simon witnessing and finding out you two don't get along, if that's okay lol.

You sat on Simon's balcony, going back and forth in your brain.

It was your Mom's birthday. You both hadn't texted or called each other in months over the argument you had at your childhood home. If you were a smoker you'd be chain-smoking right now.

You and Simon started off rocky, you constantly felt like he didn't need you or want you because of his schedule and his job, your mom saw it, and she didn't approve of the damage the relationship did in the beginning. Every time he came over she always had a snarky comment. She'd voice her disaproval.

That was with everything. The kind of shoes you bought, what shirt you decided to wear, How you fixed your hair, how you pronounced a word. It was so excessive, and sometimes you missed her?

Like when you would hear the songs she sang around the house in the grocery, or on the radio.

You pull up your contact list, your thumb hanging over your mothers contact. Putting your pride aside for the moment, you let out a big sigh and Hit the green button that said "Dial."

Her phone rang, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times before it sent you to voicemail. And it stung a bit, of course it did.

"Hey mom," You sigh into the phone's mic, "I remembered it was your birthday today,

I hope you're having a good day. I bought a card at the store today! it was for you, actually. I saw a red velvet cake today and thought why don't I just give you a call -- Dad said you guys were going to dinner.

Sorry I didn't make it- or sorry I can't make it. I don't know if you'd want me to be there. I was going to call you yesterday, but I didn't know if you'd pick up.

Which is ironic cause I'm leaving you this voicemail.

I miss you mom. and I'm sorry... For whatever I've done, I'm sorry. And I love you.

I'll leave you alone now, cause you're probably not gonna listen to this full message, if you do, i'll be surprised. anyways,

Happy Birthday mom." You press the glowing red button on your screen, and place your head in your hands.

"I'm proud of you," Simons deep voice breaks your silence. You keep your face buried into your palms. He takes the open seat next to you, and looks at your phone screen. He turns your phone off and moves it away from you.

He hears your sniffs and feels the deep breaths under his palm that sits on your back. "You did a good thing," He assures you, rubbing your back in circles.

"I don't feel like it." You huff, finally showing your face, "thats normal," He says, "It's not your fault your mom is the way she is." You let out a chuckle, "You tell her that." You scoff. "You're not," Simon sighs, "Don't do bad by doing good by her." He says, rubbing your shoulder, "I cant do either, If I can't reach her." You point.

"Then don't." You look at him, and see his brown eyes already on you. "If it were only that Simple." You snicker, "It will be, before you know it." He places a kiss on your cheek, "Let's go inside?"

"Yeah."

#lunden’s response ❀—#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #cod mw2 #simon riley #olderboyfriend!simon

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https://www.tumblr.com/mlwriting5/712087716240801792/warren-and-camila-speaking-spanish-to-each-other

OMG WAIT-

OKOK concept!

(This kinda goes with your warren with bassist!reader story!!)

The reader learning spanish from cami or warren's mother or grandmother and recites her vows for him IN SPANISH !!!! 💗💗

(That story made me soft ~ and I cant get it out of my head 💗💗)

The Language of Love

pairing: warren rhodes/rojas x fem! reader

a/n: hi anon! i hope i ended up doing ur request justice cause it has potentially been one of my favorite things i have ever written. i may be biased cause i got to practice my spanish lol. also if anyone is a native spanish speaker ik that my grammar is like potentially off cause i haven't written much in spanish since i moved to the uk. hope you enjoy :) oh! and random fact but i actually have the vows written in the way they are described in my planning book cause i wanted to make sure i had an accurate enough translation (fuck google translate) 💗

tw: kissing, swearing, christian weddings (??), potentially butchered spanish grammar, mentions of sex

description: wedding vows are some of the most important parts of the wedding ceremony. they represent love, devotion and companionship.

Y/N (bassist for Daisy Jones & The Six): I always knew I wanted to be a bassist. It became ingrained in my soul when I was 13. That meant that most of the time I should have spent studying was instead used for learning and practicing bass lines. And as you can see it paid off. But that also meant I didn’t listen in Spanish class, so when I desperately needed to know it I didn’t have any idea what I was doing.

Your groaning could probably be heard across the country. You were sitting under one of the many trees that littered Cami and Billy’s backyard. An Oxford English to Spanish dictionary laid open on your lap as you fruitlessly tried to find the correct word for what you were looking for.

Who knew that the Spanish language held so many different versions for every single word? You set down the notepad defeated. On one side laid written in neat handwriting the vows you had been planning for the wedding in English. On the other side was an amalgamation of Spanish words that you weren’t even sure made sense when you linked them together.

Why the hell were there so many conjunctions?

“Hey sweetheart. How is it going?” Cami asked as she set down a jug of iced tea. Julia was playing with soil on one side of the garden and was basically engulfed in her own little world.

Today was one of the ‘writing days’ as the rest of the band had dubbed them because Daisy and Billy basically disappeared to do god knows what and somehow came back with another masterpiece of a song. So that left the rest of the band with nothing to do.

You had come to see Cami because she was the only other person that you knew well enough that spoke Spanish and could trust with something as delicate as this.

“Shitty. What do you expect?”

“Hey! Auntie Y/N said a bad word.” Jules said as she looked up from her playing, making you burst out laughing at her overly serious expression.

“Sorry honey.” You said between slightly frustrated laughter.

“Here let me see what you have so far.” You passed over your mangled notebook to Cami and watched with growing anxiety as her eyebrows were pulled further and further together before she let out a small laugh.

“Hey! Stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Oh god. I’m going to fu- screw this up so badly aren’t I?”

“No. I’m not letting that happen. Let’s start fresh okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Over the course of the afternoon, you basically ended up butchering one of the most beautiful languages multiple times. Even Julia, a toddler, was basically cringing away at your horrendous pronunciation.

“Okay let’s try this part again. Pu-”

“Pu-”

“Die-”

“Rrra.”

“All together now. Puudierra.”

“Pudeta.”

“Oh god.”

“I’m hopeless.”

“Ok maybe you’re a little hopeless.”

“CAMI!” You let out an outraged yell and then threw one of the outdoor pillows in her face, which only made her laugh even louder.

Over the next month, you basically had a daily session with Cami. Trying to nail down the perfect rolled r’s and getting the pronunciation perfect. Sometimes you did it on the phone and sometimes you were able to go down to their house. Warren was actively getting suspicious as to why you kept disappearing.

Warren: I honestly thought she was cheating or something. Which basically broke my heart in two but then I decided to be a mature adult about it.

Y/N: He asked me about it, yeah. And I'm incredibly shitty at keeping secrets so I basically just said it was a surprise for the wedding. I to this day think he thought it was probably a sex thing.

Warren: Definitely thought it was a sex thing but… I think what I ended up getting was arguably much better.

You clutched onto your father’s arm like it was a lifeboat. Quickly reciting all the lines in your head as you took a deep, steadying breath. Then you were suddenly standing in front of Warren, the big sap, cause you could definitely see some tears in his eyes. That instantly made you feel better as you listened to the priest recite all of the usual wedding prayers.

Warren’s suit-covered arm under your fingertips was definitely easing the tension that had been building during the last few revision lessons with Cami. You had decided to forgo a huge wedding and so all of your close friends (the band mostly) and relatives were all sitting on chairs on the houseboat.

Then it was time for the vows. Somehow you were saved because Warren decided to go first.

“Y/N L/N. You are the love of my life and my entire world. These years that I have spent with you have been the best of my life and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. You hold some much love and talent that I can’t believe I have been lucky enough to call my girlfriend, my fiance and now my wife. I knew I wanted to marry you the second that I saw you. I love you, mi corazón (my heart). Thank you for agreeing to come along for the ride.”

You took a deep breath in and tried to will away the tears of pure happiness in your eyes. Warren sent you a lovesick smile that you returned wholeheartedly.

“Warren Rojas. Tu eres el amor de mi vida. Y ojalá no voy a arruinar tu hermosa lengua, pero quería hacer algo para ti en este día tan importante. Tu eres mi fuego. Tu eres mi alma. No puedo imaginar una vida sin ti. Creo que yo no pudiera vivir si tu hubieras a desaparecer ahorita. Una vez tu me dijiste que todos somos estrellas. Nuestras almas se convierten en esas luces en el cielo después de nuestras muertes. Lo encuentro loco que yo te encuentre en este océano de estrellas. Tu eres mi estrella brillante. Mi amor por ti es tan grande que todas las estrellas en el cielo ni siquiera se pueden comparar. Estoy tan feliz por casarme contigo. No puedo esperar para todas las aventuras del futuro y para que finalmente te pueda llamar mi marido.”

(Warren Rojas. You are the love of my life. And I’m hoping that I don’t mess up your beautiful language, but I wanted to do something for you on this important day. You are my fire. You are my soul. I can’t imagine a life without you. I think that I would not be able to live if you were to disappear right now. One time you told me that we are all stars. That our souls are converted into the lights in the sky after our deaths. I find it crazy that I was able to find you in this ocean of stars. You are my brightest star. My love for you is so large that all of the stars in the sky couldn’t even compare. I am so happy to be able to marry you. I can’t wait for all our future adventures and being able to finally call you my husband.)

Warren looked at you with tears in his eyes and with the greatest smile on his face that you almost didn’t notice when the priest said you were allowed to kiss. You were sure you had messed up a large amount of the words and the pronunciation but it was all worth it to see that look in his eyes when he finally kissed you.

A kiss to seal your future together.

i missed writing for warren so hopefully will be writing much more for him

oh! and if you understood the minor reference to that oscar isaac and pedro pascal interview in the title i officially adore you.

taglist: @yesshewrites1 @pinkdaiisies

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I like the sound and vibe of On the Street, and I respect and can appreciate J Cole’s writing, but I’m confused about why that was the message chosen for this collab. Army is bombarding comment sections by repeating that it’s a ‘see you later’ song because Hobi is enlisting, but other than the chorus, what about these lyrics conveys that message? Their verses feel like they belong to separate songs to me. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, facetious, condescending, or sarcastic here, I really am confused and would like to understand, and I would appreciate any insights you might be willing to share.

I did see one comment on YouTube that said: “I heard someone say they wanted a second verse from J Hope but then they realized he did give us a second verse… in his first language, dance. And he did it beautifully” and I think this is my favorite take so far. Thank you for your time (sorry if this ask is dumb).

Ask 2: Can you pls review On The Street BPP?

Ask 3: Oh Hobi T T... OH JUNG HOSEOK T T... Oh this song T T...,,, Ugh my heart! Our sunshine, thank you for this wonderful music, experience, and feelings. You got me to the finals. I hope you can watch after me today, too. lol I LOVE YOU JUNK HOSEOK. I hope you are happy. I hope your toughest struggle is something you can overcome. I hope your sweetest memories have people who truly love you to share with if you so wish. Hope the world to you J-HOPE!!!!

Ask 4: I don't want to be rude but "as the moon jumps over the cow"??? Wut?? Isn't J Cole supposed to be some good lyricist? I saw khh and kpop fans questioning this collab and this lyric in particular and I think they're right. BTS should stop giving khh a bad name because now people will hate kpop.

Ask 5: Hi BPP, a lot of people are offended over J.Cole’s verse on atheists being stupid for not believing in a higher people, which further proves to me that they take everything a person says to be something to be Personally offended over, not an honest expression of ones thoughts. And why I think a reason why so many arent listening to true hiphop, true rap, the same ones that the rap line no doubt listened to… It just symbolises to me that these same people are so used to the sanitized version of music that a lot of kpop produces too because jcole’s verse wasnt even that bad honestly… i don’t know, it just came across to me as the same reaction religious people will have when you tell them god doesn’t exist, and a lot of people wont take issue with that too. I know I don’t as someone who belives in a god same way I don’t care that jcole thinks atheists are stupid lool I don’t know im just seeing the hypocrisy and them being unable to let art be art, let music be music.

Ask 6: heyya bbp~!

first of all, congrats to our hobi for another great track!!! haven’t been able to stop looping it bcuz it’s that good!! not only is army loving it, i’ve also seen jcole fans saying good things too and some really checked out hobi’s discography and were impressed,,which is what i’d call a successful collab! out of curiosity i checked the khiphop reddit to read what theyre reactions are but no surprise they only praised jcole and wanted other khiphop artists to have done it instead of hobi hah! i’m surprised that they’re still as snooty towards k-idols turned rappers,,but at the same time snooty ppl be snooty lol. but i’m curious if korean khiphop fans are still turning away the rapline’s work? esp hobi since he’s really made an effort to flex his skills in jitb,,i only ever seen ifans’ opinions and they’re hardly the representative when it comes to khiphop hah!

ofc whatever they’re opinions are it doesn’t impact hobi and suga and rm’s work in the long run,,especially since they’ve earned enough respect from their idols to be able to work with them,,i’m just curious! thankss bpp!

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These six asks more or less cover the range of questions I've been getting, so I've collated selected asks here to answer all at once. :)

Hi Anon(s),

I'll try to keep this short.

Overall and Abridged Review: On The Street for me is a solid 10/10.

The Lyrics (as I understand them)

Anon in Ask 1, first I’d like to refer you to Hobi’s interview in Variety where he talks about the song (linked here) and I’ve posted an excerpt screenshot below.

Personally, rather than On The Street having a “see you later” message (probably inferred from Hobi waving goodbye to a kid in the opening scene), I see it more as a song marking a pivotal moment in both Hobi and Cole’s careers, as Hobi reflects on the paths he has walked to this point even as he continues on this street called life, and J. Cole wonders out loud if it’s time for a change, to grow beyond his identity as a rapper. It only feels like a “see you later” song in the sense that it will be a companion song, for me personally, while Hobi serves and until he returns from enlistment. I agree with the interpretation in the YouTube comment that Hobi is also storytelling/writing his second verse through dance while J. Cole is rapping, and that this is a beautiful way to see it too - but I’ll expound more on this below in Dance and the Message.

Anon in Ask 4, J. Cole is a brilliant lyricist and it’s funny you mentioned that line in particular because when I first heard it I nearly burst out laughing at how witty and brilliant it is. That line is an example of a classic Jermaine pun. I’ll explain: A lot of people grew up learning nursery rhymes, and one of the more popular ones I recall is Hey Diddle Diddle, which has the rhyme “the cow jumped over the moon”. This nursery rhyme is also the source of the English expression to be “over the moon” I.e. excited, elated, happy. J. Cole took that children’s rhyme and flipped it on it’s head to then mean the passage of time, “as the moon jumps over the cow”. He uses it to express time passing merrily for him as he contemplates his next career move. It’s also an absolutely brilliant way to rhyme with the previous bar that ends in “Golden Corral” (which is easily one of the sickest burns in his verse).

Anon in Ask 5, I agree with you almost fully. Outrage is the name of the game and has been the zeitgeist for at least 5 years now. Like what are you doing on the internet in 2023 if you’re not here annoyed, mocking something, being critical, and raging about something else? Even if that something is another autonomous human being expressing their opinion on God on their own song… Personally, when I come across HCP personalities online, I ignore them. If they interact with me I tell them they’ll somehow find a way to manage and cope, and we’ll all be alright in the end. In the case of this song, ignore them. They'll deal.

Dance and the Message (as I understand it)

Hobi's verse in this song is only 8 bars. J-hope practically gifts this song to J. Cole who spits 32 solid bars on this track. We all know J. Cole - a veteran in the rap game who has earned respect from everyone from Hov, Ye, Kendrick, down to avantgarde heavyweights like Jay Electronica - is one of Hobi's idols and so it's heartwarming to see the way Hobi expresses his respect for J. Cole, dancing underground while J. Cole raps on top of a building with nothing but the sky above him.

J-Hope dances the entirety of J. Cole's verse, just feeling himself, losing himself to the music while his idol spits fire. It's so fucking decadent. At the end of J. Cole's verse, Hobi walks out of the subway and climbs to the top to meet J. Cole as equals.

Hobi begins the song in an NYC alley that opens up into a main street where Hobi performs the song's main choreography on. This is the same location in J. Cole's Simba - the song that starts the Simba trilogy in J. Cole's discography, which was the first main track on J. Cole's debut mixtape The Come Up that established him as a force to be reckoned with on the American rap scene at only 22 years old. The setting alone is a callback and homage to J. Cole's beginnings, on which Hobi raps about his own path, wanting to repay those who have helped formed him into what he is, and the hope he has going forward.

Hobi has done something like this before, calling his first mixtape Hope World reminiscent of J. Cole's debut studio album called Cole World.

The Media and the Message (as I understand it)

One thing I absolutely adore about BTS's songs and music videos, is that they infuse them with the sort of depth that only comes from intimately knowing and respecting the subject matter, and they do so in such a subtle way that it's obvious they expect whoever is watching to actually know both the artist and the subject. They don't spoon-feed anything to the viewer, just present the art as is and if you've done your homework, that means you're their target audience and you're right in the middle of it with them. In the Variety interview I linked above, J-hope references his documentary (Anon who sent me the ask to review it, I've only seen clips and I'm yet to watch the full thing. When I do, I'll write about it 💜), where it shows Hobi meeting J. Cole and how he struggles but ultimately communicates his adoration and respect to Jermaine, and how Jermaine graciously receives it.

Take for instance how Hobi approached Chicken Noodle Soup originally by Bianca a.k.a. Young B who at the time she made that song and its iconic choreo, was only 16 years old. The song went viral but most of the royalties went to her uncle and she received almost nothing, she never got signed to a label, and was so badly burned by the industry that she only attempted making music again nearly 10 years after Chicken Noodle Soup. Hobi credits that song as one of the catalysts that sparked his love for hip hop and street dance. He reached out to Bianca and paid full rights (not just for a sample), to her (not her uncle), to use the song, and the music video is peppered with references to Harlem, NYC, where the song and dance originated. Showing that level of courtesy to smaller Black artists is rare in the US and virtually unheard of in Korea where the Korean hiphop (KHH) community is more notorious for wearing Black drag and appropriating a history of violence and a wealth of culture that they know absolutely nothing about, except that it looks cool.

When k-pop stans wax lyrical about how BTS is racist or does a Blaccent (this personally makes me chuckle because the people you often see saying this are white people who couldn't tell you the difference between an affected accent by a non-native speaker and a Blaccent if each slapped them on either side of their face), or that BTS doesn't have the respect of the Korean (or American) hip hop scene, et cetera, I chuckle and move on. Because as I've said, none of these people actually know what they're talking about.

The OGs of the KHH scene recognized the talent of BTS's rapline since debut, and have only expressed more respect for BTS as the years have gone by. I'm talking Tablo, the rest of Epik High, Tiger JK, etc. The Jay Parks of the world took some time to catch up, and if 'studio picture-gate' is any indication, they too have quickly come around to recognizing where they fit in the landscape relative to BTS. Rappers are generally egotistical people. They usually spend their time rapping about how they're the shit. What earns you respect is if you can actually back that shit up. And once you have that respect, you don't feel threatened by another rapper because you know anyone who gets to the top has had to earn it. It's what informs the mindset of "real recognize real". Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok passed that hurdle, in my opinion, way back in 2016 with the release of Cypher Pt 4. Everything they've done since then is just jarra. And those at the very top, the Black rappers who imbibe the culture and history of rap music, have long recognized the rapline of BTS for what they are.

Personally, I love the song. The music, the whistling, the chord progression, the jazz and acoustic guitar instrumentation. Everything about it is perfect.

On The Street is an excellent example of what sets BTS apart from other idols and artists in Korea for me. This is a song conceived 100% in the mind of Jung Hoseok, and the seamlessness in execution, the maturity inherent in the respect paid to those whose music and culture they use as a medium, is present at every single point in the song. It's tastefully done, and 100% driven by the artist, and all I can do in the face of art like this, is respect it.

#“I LOVE YOU JUNK HOSEOK” is an unfortunate typo Anon in Ask 3 :)#But you're right Hobi has junk... in the front and in the trunk #At least going by that Bon Voyage ep lol #I hope you did well on your finals! 💜#jhope #on the street #j cole #bts #bts rapline #music asks #khh #jung hoseok #hoseok

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book-place · 1 year

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Arcade

Warnings: various marvel movie spoilers, cursing, weapons, war, violence, mentions of death and torture, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic, Steve Rogers x reader platonic, Bucky Barnes x reader platonic

Request: Steve x Bucky platonic inspired by this song?? Listened to this while drawing bucky to get into the ✨️zone✨️ and cuz bucky has a very traumatic past in general. U can ignore this request if you want lol. Sorry, just wanted to add another note for the steve x bucky request Its love beyween friends… And make it angsty :')

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: There never seemed to be a down moment in your life, but your best friends always made it easier

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Arcade by Duncan Laurence

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

A broken heart is all that’s left

You looked up to the sky, closing your eyes briefly at the blinding sun beaming down at you against the completely blue sky.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your head back to face forward and blinked a couple of times just to make sure that no tears were resting in your eyes, waiting for the moment they could spring free and run down your face.

Before you could lose whatever strength you had been able to muster, you pushed open the diner door before you, and took a step in, eyes already scanning for the duo you were supposed to meet.

It didn’t even take a few seconds before they were waving you down dramatically. But you supposed you couldn’t expect anything less from your best friends.

Ever since the three of you met at the young age of six in school, you had all been attached at the hips and thick as thieves. Bucky and Steve were quick to become like the brothers you never had as the years passed on.

Only Bucky wore a large grin between the three of you, both you and Steve sitting in the booth solemnly, “Oh, come on, guys,” He complained playfully, “Lighten up! I’ll be back before you know it.”

He made it sound so easy. As if he wasn’t going to war with the uncertainty of return. This could very well be the last time you ever saw him.

“Seriously, guys,” The slight urgency in his voice made both of you look up. His smile had dimmed a bit and his eyes were begging, “Let’s not make today like that.”

Taking a deep breath, you decided to put a brave face on. If not for him, then for Steve.

“You know what,” You plastered a smile on your face, “You’re right, Buck, let’s enjoy today, but we’ll make sure to have an even better time when you get back.”

Though all three of you knew that it pained you to say such words and that there was more hesitation than sincerity behind them, Bucky's smile softened anyway and he looked upon you with appreciation.

As if it was his cue, the man dove right into a story about what had happened to him at the supermarket earlier, as if nothing was about to change. As if it was just another day with his two best friends.

The heaviness that hung in the air all around the three of you said otherwise.

You each ordered your usuals, chatting away with painted masks and heavy hearts for about two hours before Bucky finally rose from his side of the booth.

The uniform he wore fit him in a way that made you aware of the fact that it was specifically designed for him and him alone, and though you knew that it was supposed to make you proud, it only brought a lump to your throat, making it hard for you to swallow.

“Well, I’m off,” For the first time since the beginning of your meal, his grin faltered and eyes became less bright and lively.

It was safe to say that you couldn’t help yourself when you lept from your seat and threw your arms around his neck, drawing him in for a long hug, to which he gingerly wrapped his own arms around your waist in return.

“You know,” Steve cleared his throat, “I should be going there with you.”

You shook your head stubbornly, pulling back and refusing to acknowledge the tears that had long since formed in your eyes, “Don’t be talking like that, Steve,” You scolded, “I already have one of my boys being shipped off, I don’t need another.”

Bucky cracked a smile, walking over and throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulder as you all exited the diner, “She’s right you know,” The playful glint was back in his eyes, “Someone’s gotta watch out for her.”

He threw you a wink over his shoulder that let you know that you were really the one needing to look after the blond. You let out a laugh despite yourself.

Steve laughed too, pushing against his side slightly, “Jerk,” He teased.

“Punk,” Bucky shot back.

“Idiots,” You shook your head affectionately.

All three of you came to a stop as soon as you got onto the sidewalk, Bucky slowly removed his arm from the other man, and stood in silence for a moment.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He joked playfully.

“How can we?” You shot back with a small grin.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Steve finished, a look you couldn’t quite place shining in his eyes.

“I’ll see you all soon, alright?” Bucky said softly after a moment.

You and Steve didn’t have the energy to even say anything as he gave you one last smile and turned on his heel and rounded a corner, disappearing from view just in time for a single tear to run down all of your cheeks.

I’m still fixing all the cracks

“I’m telling you, Steve,” You said, eyes flitting back and forth as you nervously played with your sleeve, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He looked over at you with a sympathetic smile, reaching over and rubbing your arm soothingly as you walked down the hallway that was flanked with guards, “It’ll be fine, Y/n, I promise.”

The only way he had agreed to come today was if you were allowed to be there, if not to give himself as well as you peace of mind.

With one last hesitant glance at your best friend, you allowed Peggy to lead you up the stairs and into the observation room with the rest of the group who would oversee what would be happening.

Even as everyone settled back into their seats, you sat, stiff as a board on the edge of yours, tapping your foot in front of you in anticipation, ignoring the glares a few people sent your way at the noise.

You paid them no mind though, as you anxiously watched with unblinking eyes as Steve was being prepped to step into the daunting looking machine.

There was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that wouldn’t go away as he stepped into it, everything was about to change. Sure, you knew that the moment he told you that he had signed up for this little science project, but things were going to change in a vaster sense. And you couldn’t yet tell if it was a good thing or not.

It took every bit of willpower that you had not to scream down at the scientists and tell them to call everything off just because you had a funny feeling about this.

So, you were forced to sit back and helplessly watch as your best friend- the one that wasn’t at war but so desperately wanted to be- became a weapon of that very war that you never wanted him joining.

You didn’t know at what point you had zoned out, drowning in your own anxieties, but next thing you knew, everyone sprang from their seats with cheers as they looked down through the observation glass.

Instantly, you snapped to attention and couldn’t help the small breath of relief that flowed past your lips as you caught sight of Steve’s face, his mouth slowly opening and closing in deep breaths. But then you caught sight of the height difference, and then the muscles all over his body. He was still Steve, but not the Steve that you had known.

Peggy caught your eye and beamed at the success from down below before catching onto your eager state and inclining her head towards the door to tell you that you could go see him.

Not a second was wasted as you scurried down the stairs, not once slowing until you stood in front of a panting Steve who was just pulling a shirt over his head that a worker had handed to him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked cautiously, eyeing him up and down warily, not sure how you were ever going to get used to his new build.

“Good.” He huffed out before finally looking you in the eyes as a wide smile slowly spread on his face, “I feel really good.”

Lost a couple peices when

You finally pulled away after crashing yourself into Bucky's chest before quickly pulling Steve into a brief hug as well, all of you ignoring the cheers of the soldiers sounding from all around you.

“I’m so glad you’re both alright,” You told them honestly.

Originally, Steve had protested you coming to the camp with him while he went on a rescue mission to save Bucky and his pantaloon, but one glare from you shut him right up.

Bucky reached out and ruffled your hair playfully, “Were you worried about us?” He asked teasingly.

You glared up at him, punching him in the arm, not caring for his jokes about this situation, “You know I was.” You hissed back with narrow eyes.

He winced slightly at the impact but soon found himself laughing, “I’m glad to know that you can pack a punch, puts my mind at ease a bit.” He continued with his teasing.

Steve shook his head softly with a smile at the two of you, but it dropped when he remembered what he and Bucky had decided before coming to visit you.

The two men quickly exchanged a glance that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed once more, “What is it?”

Bucky sighed, “Listen, doll-“

“We have another mission to go on.” The blond man said.

You blinked at the two of them once, as if expecting them to burst out laughing and tell you that they were just pulling your leg. But they didn’t.

“What are you talking about?” You demanded, “You both just got back.”

“We know, but we need to go.” Steve insisted, but you just shook your head stubbornly.

“No, make someone else go.” You knew you were being selfish, but you didn’t care, not as your eyes began to fill with tears, “I thought I lost you both, I won’t go through that again.”

“We will come back,” Steve was using that determined, heroic voice of his, one he had even before he got the serum injected into him, “I promise you, we will.”

After a moment of silence, which they used to silently beg you with their eyes to understand, you sniffled slightly, “I’ll kill you both if you die on that mission.”

Bucky cracked a smile, chuckling slightly as he took you into his arms for another bone-crushing hug, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I carried it, carried it, carried it home

With tear stained cheeks, you trudged through the snow, bringing your coat tighter around yourself as your teeth chattered, waiting for the inevitable feeling of your own tears freezing. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Steve and Bucky broke their promises, they weren’t coming back.

Bucky had fallen off a train during the first half of the mission and Steve had been stupid enough to drive a floating vehicle into some ice to save lives, no doubt killing him instantly.

When you had been told by some troopers, you had screamed and begged for someone to go with you to check because no one had physically seen Bucky die, so there was still hope. All you were met with were pitying gazes of people who knew this was just your way of avoiding the inevitable knowledge of what had happened.

So, you had made the long journey alone, telling yourself over and over again that Bucky had to be okay, because without him and Steve, you had nothing. But for obvious reasons, you couldn’t begin to look for the blond.

You had long since lost feeling in all of your limbs, and you suddenly came to the horrible realization that even if you found Bucky, you didn’t know if you would have been able to help him get back to camp because you wouldn’t even be able to get yourself back.

“Well, what do we have here?” An accent that you couldn’t quite place shouted over the strong wind, causing your head to whip to the side, but something harshly hit you in the side of the face before your eyes could narrow in on the figure.

The last thing you remembered was two feet coming to a stop in front of you with a limp body laying in the snow a few feet away. Darkness swept you into its cold embrace before you could think of what you saw, though.

I’m afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land

“-and we found her in an abandoned Hydra building. She was in a cryostasis chamber that had by some miracle been left on. From the looks of things though, no one had been in that building since your time, Cap.”

You slowly came to your senses, the first thing you noticed being a distant voice speaking. Your mind felt foggy and your limbs felt like lead. You couldn’t even open your eyes.

“Have you been able to identify her yet, Fury?” A new voice joined the conversation.

You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew-

“Not yet, but I figured since this was a similar situation to yours that you could take a look. If she ever wakes up then she might recognize you, Cap. Her being from your time and all.”

It took every little bit of strength you had to finally pry your eyes open halfway- the most you could muster the power to do- and you were able to faintly take in the fact that you were in a small bed in an all white room with wires attached to you all over your body. You could just make out two figures standing just out a door with their backs to you. The people that were talking, you realized.

Against your better judgment, your eyes began to slip closed once more, no longer being able to keep them from snapping shut.

The sound of feet shuffling forward reached your ears, before one pair came to a sudden halt and there was a sharp intake of breath.

“What? What is it? Do you know her?” The first voice demanded.

“Y/n,” The second breathed out.

You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew-

Steve.

Somehow, that realization alone had been enough to make your eyes fly open, and though you weren’t able to move anymore of your body, you were now fully awake.

“Hey, hey,” He called gently, rushing over to your side as fast as his legs would take him and he crouched down beside you, “Easy, n/n, easy.”

His devastatingly blue eyes frantically searched over your terror-stricken face as his arms came out and gently rested against the side of the bed that you were laying on.

There had been a faint, steady beeping noise in the background of the conversation before, but now it sped up to an irritatingly loud and fast paced screeching sound.

Then, you realized that not only could you not move your arms from exhaustion, but also because they were strapped with some sort of thick material to the railings that were on the side of the bed.

Any sort of small comfort that had come with you seeing your best friend quickly diminished and you began to flail from side to side, desperately trying to free yourself from the restraints.

“Someone might have to sedate her,” The voice warned from behind Steve.

“No!” He snapped in a way that was so unlike him, that you flinched backwards at his sudden and harsh tone.

Evidently, the sedation wouldn’t even be needed because your brain went into overdrive and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, forcing you to pass out before Steve could try to calm you down once more.

Silence ringing inside my head

“Steve,” You croaked, eyes peeled open slightly and catching a glimpse of the blond man.

His head immediately snapped up from the seat he was hunched over in beside the bed that you were still laying upon, “Y/n,” He breathed out in relief, springing forward and crouching down beside you, gently taking your hand in his.

There was no sign of the man from before and no longer were your arms painfully restrained against the sides of the bed. That alone made you less anxious and panic-filled than before.

“Am I dead?” Your voice couldn’t raise above a scratchy whisper.

Your best friend's eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you think that?”

It took a lot of effort, but slowly, you lifted your shaky hand to cup his cheek and gently rubbed your finger back and forth along his skin, “Because you’re dead.”

Sadly, he removed your hand and took it into his own, squeezing gently, “There’s a lot I need to catch you up on.”

So you sat there silently, grasping onto every word of his story that, coming from anyone else, would have made you laugh incredulously. But this was Steve, and he wasn’t lying, because you now knew he couldn’t lie to you. He had promised during the war that he would come back to you. And he kept that promise.

He told you about waking up from the ice after being thrown years into the future, about the fear and loneliness he felt with it. He told you about the Avengers, how they saved the world. He told you about trying to catch up with the modern times.

You sat there and listened, not once interpreting until he finally took a deep breath and leaned back, done with his story.

It took a few minutes for you to take the entire conversation and everything that came with it in, but when you did, you realized that one crucial thing was missing.

“What about Bucky?”

Your words made the man freeze, “Bucky,” His words were barely above a whisper. It was as if he hadn’t spoken that name in a long time, “Did you not receive the news when you were at camp?”

It took you a minute to remember what he was talking about. But when you did, it all came crashing down on you once again, “I went to go and find him…” You trailed off, eyes glazing over with the memory.

“By yourself?” He asked suddenly, face growing pale when you nodded your head.

“It was cold,” Your voice was distant, you seemed more like a recording than a person, “So, so cold. I knew I should turn back, but I couldn’t. Even if there was the tiniest chance that he was still alive, I had to take it. I had to see for myself. I think I was about to pass out, I didn’t even have any gloves or hat so I surely would’ve died of frostbite. But there was a man…”

“What did he look like?” Steve asked gently, shaking his head back and forth as if to rid himself from the horror the story brought upon him.

“I don’t know.” You whispered, “I was hit with something before I could see.”

“Hydra.” He was certain.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Hydra? Isn’t that-“

He cut you off with a solemn nod, giving you everything you needed to know.

“What did they want with me?” You asked, terror setting in your gut for the first time since waking up again.

“I don’t know,” He squeezed your hand, “But I promise you, I’ll find out.”

“They didn’t do anything to me, did they?” You remember that even in the 40’s how messed up that organization was.

“As far as we can tell,” Steve glanced over at a futuristic looking machine beside you, “No,”

You sagged against the bed in relief, “That’s good.”

“It is,” He agreed, nodding, “But we should still run a couple more tests. Just to be safe.”

“Hey, Steve?” You asked quietly after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

He smiled sadly, “Yeah, we did.”

Please carry me, carry me, carry me home

“You’re telling me that one of the biggest films of all time is about a war that takes place in outer space?” You asked, nestling back into the couch cushions.

Steve chuckled from beside you, “To put it bluntly, yeah.”

The two of you were in what was known as Avengers Compound, where your best friend evidently lived with the other heroes who saved the world.

You had met a couple of them and couldn't complain, they were kind and welcoming enough. It was just hard to adjust to this completely new life, and they seemed to understand that, giving you and Steve space.

It was inevitable that your mouth dropped open as soon as the movie started playing, not believing your own eyes.

“It all looks so real,” You muttered out in awe.

He laughed, “Believe it or not, this isn’t even considered to look good anymore. It’s an ‘old’ movie.”

Your eyebrows flew up in shock, “But the screen is so clear!”

His hands went up in mock surrender, “Take it up with this generation.”

You hummed in return, turning your attention back to the screen, not being able to stop the small frown that made its way onto your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“I miss the movies from the thirties.” You mumbled, cheeks tinting a slight red in embarrassment.

Steve’s face softened and he got up without another word, disappearing around the corner for a minute before coming back with a large stack of something in his arms.

“I missed home a lot when I first got here, too.” He admitted, setting down the items in front of you on the table, “So I found these.”

Your eyes widened when you realized that the little boxes had the names of all your old favorite movies written on them. The movies that you used to make him and Bucky watch non stop with you.

Quickly, he placed one of them inside another box that you had no idea what it did and when he pressed a button, the opening credits for the Wizard of Oz began rolling.

You weren’t able to stop the tears that began to well up in your eyes slightly, “It’s-“ You choked out.

“Your favorite movie of all time,” He finished softly, “I remember.” He was referring to what felt like the hundreds of times you would drag him and Bucky to the cinema when it first came out to watch and rewatch it over and over again. He was pretty sure he saw it so much that he once heard Bucky muttering the entire script in his sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered as a single tear slipped down your face. Because for some reason, that little reminder of home was all the comfort you needed in that moment.

I've spent all of the love I saved

You flipped the television on with your remote and settled back in your bed, flicking to the news.

With the help of Steve and the rest of his team, you had been able to adjust to your new life pretty quickly and all the technological advances that came with it.

They were all very kind to you once you finally came around and warmed up to them, being able to become closer to each of them in different ways.

Footage of an explosion brought your attention back to the screen and you immediately sprang from the bed when a photo appeared on screen of the suspect of the attack, heart dropping like a lead weight to the bottom of your stomach.

No. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t him.

He was dead. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead. He was-

But he couldn’t be, because there he was. Right in front of your very eyes was a picture of James Barnes. True, he looked way different than when you had last seen him that day at the army camp, but you would recognize him anywhere. Even through the stubble of a beard and the longer hair.

“Hey, n/n,” Steve greeted, knocking lightly on your already open door, “I was wondering-“ He cut himself off when he saw what was on your screen.

“Bucky,” You whispered, before whipping around and turning urgently to Steve, “That’s Bucky! He’s alive, oh god-“

“N/n, n/n,” Steve spoke softly, “Calm down, calm down.”

You stopped yourself short, “Why aren’t you surprised?”

The man grimaced in front of you, “I’ve suspected for a little while.” He admitted guiltily.

You took a recoiling step back as if having been struck in the stomach and your mouth went dry, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nothing but betrayal filled your features.

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it wasn’t true.” His face was contorted into one of sadness.

“In case it wasn’t-“ You let out an incredulous laugh, turning on your heel and beginning to pace up and down your room with your hands running through your hair.

“N/n…” He let out a small sigh, running a hand down his face, “You have to know where I’m coming from. What if it wasn’t him when I had my suspicions? And then you ended up broken hearted all over again when it wasn’t him.”

That made you pause, “Fine, I get that.” You turned to him with sad eyes, “But you also have to know where I’m coming from, Steve. He isn’t just your best friend, he’s mine as well. I deserved to know as soon as you even had a small thought about it.

“Okay,” He agreed, coming to stand in front of you and gently taking your shoulders, “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him when he pulled you to his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“How is he even still alive?” You mumbled into his shirt.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly, leaning over and placing a small kiss on your hair, “But we’re going to figure it out. Together. I promise.”

You could barely find it in yourself to smile, worry for Bucky licking in the back of your mind with close to no space for anything else.

We were always a losing game

You didn’t like this. The sight of it alone made your stomach start to do uncomfortable cartwheels over and over again. It was only a matter of time before you threw up.

Somehow, Steve and his friend Sam had been able to track Bucky down, and after his promise to you, he brought you along to where he and Sam had brought him.

He was unconscious, sitting up with his head bent over and some sort of metal arm trapped under a heavy machine so that he couldn’t move. The only sign that he was still alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest. His hair fell in front of his face and was moved slightly with every breath he took.

“What happened?” You asked quietly, and Sam just shook his head softly, gently telling you that it wasn’t best to ask.

It took a painfully slow time, but when he finally came to, you couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath you took and the way your heart stopped for a moment.

Not just once- but twice- you had to come to terms with the fact that Bucky was gone forever, dead. But now, he was sitting right in front of you, very much alive. And you apparently didn’t know how to take it.

Slowly, he began stirring, and you felt all your muscles tense as you watched with wide eyes as his breathing hitched. From the side, Steve turned his head to look at you and gently placed a hand on your back to steady you as you began to sway a little bit on your feet, “Are you alright?” He murmured with eyebrows furrowed in worry.

All you could manage was a slight nod, and Steve was interrupted before he could push you further, “Cap,” Sam called from where he stood a couple feet in front of Bucky with crossed arms, nodding his head towards the man.

He looked different- so, so different than the last time you had seen him, which was briefly on the news after his fight with Steve. His hair was long and he had a small stubble on his chin. His face was worn down, as if he had been through too much for his body to handle. That realization alone made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

Bucky's eyes slowly fluttered open and squinted against the harsh and sudden lighting. They quickly adjusted and snapped over to where the three of you stood, “Steve.” He breathed out.

You were hidden slightly by the blond man’s body. He had moved in front of you in case you weren’t yet ready to reveal yourself to the man you had once known as well as you knew yourself. You gratefully took that opportunity to take a deep breath and compose yourself.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” You knew the coldness in his tone was just fear and reluctance to let the man back in.

He swallowed thickly, eyes flitting down to the ground for a moment before looking back up, “Your moms name was Sarah…” He chuckled slightly, a sound you hadn’t heard from him in many, many years- since right before he was deployed, “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes and Y/n would make fun of you for it.”

Your breath hitched at the sound of your name, Sam tensing up even more at the sound of it as well. As far as you and Steve knew, Bucky didn’t know that you were still alive. As far as you knew, he thought you had died long ago.

That realization automatically made guilt swim in your stomach. You had once thought he was dead as well, and that knowledge nearly killed you. You couldn’t let him go through that too.

Letting loose a shaky breath, you slowly stepped out from behind Steve as he and Sam argued about whether they could trust the man or not and Bucky begged to be told what had happened- what he had done.

You had expected it to take him at least a minute to notice your sudden presence, but you should have known that his now-assassin senses would make his attention snap over to you in an instant.

The other two silenced when they realized that he was staring at you and glanced at one another uneasily.

“Y/n?” The words left his lips like a whisper that was quickly fleeting, like he was afraid that saying your name out loud would make you disappear into the shadows, never to be seen again.

You swallowed, trying to speak, but you couldn’t even open your mouth, it was clamped shut by some invisible force.

“Is she here?” He quickly glanced back to Steve before turning back to you, “Are you really here?”

So he had thought that you were dead. That you had been forced to live out the last years of your life without your best friends.

“She’s here, Buck.” Steve confirmed quietly, eyeing you worriedly.

You could only imagine how you looked. Probably like Bucky did, like you were seeing a ghost.

Suddenly, he shook his head back and forth and jerked his body backwards, “No,” He let out an icy, humorless laugh, “No, she died back in the 70s, I know, I went to check on her.”

Thankfully, Sam took that as his cue to dip out of the room to give the three of you privacy, mumbling something about going to check the perimeter.

Steve gave you a moment to speak for yourself, but when you couldn’t, he continued, “Buck, she was put into a cryostasis chamber by Hydra.”

“No, no,” He continued to shake his head stubbornly, “She-she lived a long and happy life, far away from all of that shit.”

Hesitantly, you willed your body to take a small step forward, “Bucky…” You trailed off and continued to inch closer to the man, who was looking at you like you were just a figment of his imagination, “I-I’m here, you’re here, Steve’s here- we’re all together again.”

Small town boy in a big arcade

After removing Bucky's arm from the machine once deeming it safe enough to do so, Steve slipped out to talk to Sam about what the plan was, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze on the way out.

He and Steve had already been reunited, so he was giving you a minute to have that to yourself as well.

There was a heavy, almost painful silence that fell over the two of you. A silence that, once upon a time, would have been filled with laughter and amusement and void of the uncertainty that hung over you both.

You stood opposite to each other, only a few feet of space in between your bodies.

Swallowing thickly, you finally spoke up, your voice breaking through the tense air, “The first time I thought you were dead wasn’t even when you fell off the train, you know that?” You let out a chuckle, even though it wasn’t at all funny, “From the moment you were shipped out to the army, I suppose I subconsciously thought you were gone. Looking back, I guess it was probably just a coping mechanism so that it wouldn’t hurt as much if you actually didn’t return.” Another painful laugh, “That didn’t work so well, though, did it?”

“Y/n… I-I-“ He tried to speak, but something seemed to finally click into place in that moment within you.

Next thing you knew, you had launched yourself across the room and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

Bucky stumbled back for a moment, arms frozen at his sides, unsure what to do. But as tears began to roll down your cheeks and no doubt stain his shirt, he seemed to come to his senses as well and wrapped his arms tightly around you in return, taking special care with his metal one.

“I missed you, doll,” He sniffed slightly.

You smiled tearfully, tightening your grip around him, “I missed you too, Buck.”

Finally, you had both of your best friends back right by your side, where they belonged.

I got addicted to a losing game

Your eyes shot between Steve and Bucky with a look of suspicion adorning your features, “This seems a little too familiar for my liking.” You commented.

And though the men chuckled a little at your words, all three of you knew the truth behind them.

Because the last time they had stood before you, claiming the need to go on a dangerous mission, neither one of them had returned. And you had no idea if you would be blessed with another chance with them again if that were to happen.

“This time is different, doll,” Bucky quickly glanced at Steve as he spoke.

“We actually need to do this one,” The blond picked up, “This isn’t an optional thing that we just want to do anymore.”

You sighed irritably, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting on your feet, “I know that, but it doesn’t mean I like it.”

“We wouldn’t expect you to,” Bucky had a small grin, a look that you knew he meant to be comforting.

“After this though, we’re done. We’ll be good.” The absolute confidence behind Steve’s voice made you falter, and you softened with a small sigh.

“Alright,” You glared threateningly between the both of them, “But nothing better happen to either of you during this, or I swear to god you will be in for a world of pain.”

“We wouldn’t expect anything less, doll.” They both hugged you tightly.

Tony had been very reluctant to leave you there and you knew it. It wasn’t as if you had been directly involved in anything that went down in Germany, and the man was actually quite fond of you, but at the end of the day, he knew that you would choose Steve and Bucky over anything. And that was seen as a threat to the government.

So you sat in the cell you had been shoved into, one across from Sam, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall and drumming your fingers along the ledge of your door.

A sudden ruckus from beyond the room that your cells were in made everyone in the room's heads snap up and towards the source of the noise.

Quickly, you scampered to your feet, because you knew right away what it was.

Sure enough, the door opened and in walked Steve, everyone’s night and shining armor.

He rushed around the room, unlocking everyone's cells and setting them free before finally getting to yours.

Similar breaths of relief left your lips in sync and you pulled each other in for a hurried hug before pulling away, “Are you alright?” He asked, eyes scanning over your features for any sign of injury.

You smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine, Steve.” You glanced behind his shoulder to where everyone was milling around, “Now let's get the hell out of here.”

“Are you sure about this?” Steve asked as you both strode over to where Bucky sat on a medical table.

“You don’t have to do this, Buck. You know that, right?” You chewed on your bottom lip as you spoke.

He looked up at both of you, “I can't trust my own mind.” His lips pulled into a sad smile, “So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under the ice is the best thing.” Then he added, “For everybody.”

Though you didn’t agree, nor want him to do it, you still nodded along with Steve, both of you understanding where he was coming from and why he wanted to do this.

You both watched as the Wakandans prepared Bucky for cryostasis and Steve squeezed your hand reassuringly.

As much as you knew that this was what Bucky wanted and thought was best, you still couldn’t bring yourself to look as they put him in the chamber and turned the machine on. Instead, you moved to stare out the window.

“He’s going to be alright, you know,” Steve spoke softly as he came to stand next to you.

“I know,” You sighed, crossing your arms over yourself, “It’s just, after everything, I can’t help but worry.”

“Me too,” He agreed, nodding his head, “But this time, everything is under his terms.” He turned to look at you, “He’ll get the help he needs here.”

You smiled gently at the man, “I hope so.”

All I know

“Steve,” You sobbed as you collapsed into the man’s chest, “What’s happening?” The words were desperate, rushed, and slurred.

“We lost,” The man breathed out, as if he was unable to comprehend his own words.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, there were so many of them against Thanos, some of the strongest in the galaxy. Everyone was supposed to have made it through this battle- Bucky was supposed to have made it. But he along with half of the universe had been ripped out of existence by the mere snap of a finger.

You had watched in complete horror from the Wakandan castle as soldiers and avengers all around you turned into dust and disappeared into the wind.

Of course, you in your panicked mind had immediately forced you to seek your two best friends out, only for one of them to still be standing.

“Bucky, Bucky,” You continued sobbing even harder.

How many times had you gone through this? How many times had you already lost one of your best friends? How many more times were you going to be forced to go through this?

The uncomfortably familiar feeling of your heart being ripped out and torn to shreds before your very eyes settled over you as you desperately clung onto Steve as if he was your only lifeline. Which, at the moment, he was.

“We lost,” He whispered again, holding you closer as tears of his own began to trek like waterfalls down his cheeks, “We lost.”

All I know

Five years. Five whole years before the remaining avengers were finally able to pull together and figure out a way to bring everyone that had been lost back.

It wasn’t easy, but after five of the hardest years of your life, you would have gone to any lengths to ensure that the universe could be whole once more.

A thousand different emotions hit you like a bullet train as you stared with an unbelieving gaze at Bucky, who stood beside Steve.

Both of them, side by side. One having returned from the dead- again.

With the first sob of happiness you had let out in years, you sprinted to close the rest of the distance between you and the man and barreled your body into his, feeling him catch you and hold you close with ease.

Steve smiled tearfully, placing a hand on each of your shoulders before pulling you both in for a group hug.

No time might have passed for Bucky, but for you and Steve, you couldn’t spend another moment away from the man. Not with the knowledge that he had finally returned.

Loving you is a losing game

Steve came to a stop in front of you and Bucky, giving you each a long look full of love for his best friends, “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He joked softly, shifting the case of infinity stones in his hand.

“How can we?” You asked on a second nature you had developed back in the earliest days of your friendship with the boys.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky finished, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket as he spoke with a small, fond smile.

Steve smiled and both men immediately stepped forward and hugged each other tightly, and you watched from the sidelines as they did so.

When they pulled away, the blond man turned his attention to you, sadness beginning to cloud his features, “Will you be-“

“I’ll be fine, Steve.” You cut him off with a reassuring smile.

You knew that despite everything you had gone through together since waking up in a completely different time period, he still saw you as the terrified person who had no idea what was going on in the world around her. He still saw his best friend that he felt the need to protect.

But even though you were still and always would be his best friend, you weren’t the same girl that needed protecting anymore. You had time and you finally adjusted to the world around you, growing more and more confident in it- and yourself- by the day.

And it’s not like you would be alone, you would still have Bucky with you.

Just as the man seemed to hesitate once more, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug, Steve automatically reciprocating the gesture.

When you both slowly pulled away, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hands releasing his arms and allowing him to step away for what you knew to be the last time.

“I’m gonna miss you, buddy.” There was an undetectable emotion in Buckys voice as he spoke.

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck.” The blue-eyed man reassured him kindly.

“Punk,” The word slipped past Bucky's lips, almost as if he hadn’t meant them to.

“Jerk,” A smile pulled at the corners of Steve’s own lips.

You shook your head back and forth softly, “Idiots.”

Both you and Bucky shifted to stand side by side as Steve walked up onto the platform and got ready to depart to bring all of the infinity stones back to their rightful times.

As Sam and Bruce went over the directions with them, the blond made eye contact with you and Bucky one last time, and you gave him a nod that said a thousand things.

It’s alright. We’ll be fine. You’ve done so much. Go, you deserve your own happiness.

With a small countdown from the Hulk, Steve Rogers disappeared from where he had been standing on the platform, and Bucky moved to wrap his non-metal arm around your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

After five seconds had passed and there was still no sign of Captain America, Sam and Bruce began panicking, but yours and your best friend's eyes knowingly traveled across the field and towards a bench that overlooked a beautiful waterfront.

When the other two avengers realized what was happening, Sam began floating over to where Steve Rogers- now considerably older- sat with his back towards the group. He paused though, glancing at you and Bucky for confirmation, to which you both nodded.

Hanging back to give the two of them some space, you rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder, watching as they interacted, knowing you would never have the chance to do that again with Steve.

“Hey,” Bucky nudged you softly, “We’ll be okay.”

You smiled softly up at him, “I know we will.”

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CAPS LOCK turns ten today! Any thoughts about it looking back? (Yes, it's your time to write that essay!) And do you think Nakata should release an album like this again? I remember you saying that CAPS LOCK should've been a Nakata album, not a CAPSULE one.

It's kind of crazy that anyone would remember something I probably said when I was nineteen, but that's a good (incorrect) opinion of mine to take me to task for since it's a great jump-off point, lol.

I most likely said that not so much because CAPS LOCK doesn't use Toshiko's voice enough -- it uses it extremely well, really, better than the more recent Metro Pulse -- but because the album seems so pensive and insular and bizarrely personal. capsule's music increasingly incorporated gloomy and oppressive overtones starting from FRUITS CLiPPER (and I'll ascribe it as a function of the genre change), but capsule was fundamentally always pop, and moreover always a "good time." The music was supposed to make you get up and dance, not sit and listen in a quiet space. CAPS LOCK was him shifting his ethos, it was an abrupt rejection of what he had been doing. It was close to what I'd always envisioned a "solo Nakata Yasutaka album" to be -- largely or entirely instrumental, completely inscrutable, and room to do more than what he could (or would) with his normal 9-to-5 cubicle musician pop production acts. And it was the first time a capsule album made me feel sad and reflective instead of immersed in a fantasy of a world that I know nothing about and cannot access. It's a sobering album instead of an intoxicating one.

If those are a lot of frou-frou words, I can also call CAPS LOCK the end result of what happens when you talk to Sakamoto Ryuichi just one time (will never stop thinking about how he met him for S&R in 2012 and a year later we got this album lmao); I'll admit there's a sense of insincerity to the album that was sharply amplified by everything that followed (WAVE RUNNER and six years of silence) and it's partially just the sci-fi film score Nakata is never going to be asked to do (wish he'd fund his own, he loves movies and it's not like he ain't got no money). It's also an album that makes the listener want to know more about what's going on there -- it suggests a story (as Toshiko pointed out in this column) though there is none that can be concretely pieced together, it tries to and I think does create vivid environments through its sound design, and some tracks are unenjoyable slogs to hear for those who come to capsule for snappy pop music. There's a fetishizing of recorded sounds here instead of synthesizers; CAPS LOCK is entirely about what every moving part of each song accomplishes in tandem.

But all of this really just functioned as a declaration of capsule's plasticity. Anyone can examine their albums between 2010-2012 and see someone endlessly repeating themselves, sometimes trying to violently elbow their way out of a pigeonhole. CAPS LOCK was so much of a properly-done reversal that I got the impression that, regardless of how fans personally felt about the music itself, it piqued curiosities and got people really invested and excited for what could be created through capsule. It achieved this visually and sonically; basically, it felt like an album that was truly considered and made instead of cobbled together with a black backdrop. It presented Toshiko's voice in an entirely new way, where she actually is an instrument and to remove or replace her with something else would alter the effect, and it evoked enough familiarity with their previous work while still transforming the scope of what a capsule album could justifiably be and how it could make listeners feel.

This has been a whole lot of incoherent rambling but to answer the other question, yes, he absolutely should do another album "'like this," though I struggle to explain what exactly "like this" is even after everything I just wrote LMAO. Another album with a specific intention behind it? Something that is music for music's sake and not a collection of advertisements and safe pop?

#messages

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Chicago's 6 Merry Murderesses as Taylor Swift's songs

I thought of this earlier today and thought maybe one or two people on here might find it amusing so here you go lol.

For context, you've got to know the lyrics to Cell Block Tango. (If you don't and you want to read on, here are the lyrics.) I will refer to each of the murderesses by both their character name AND the sound they make in the song: Pop (Liz), Six (Annie), Squish (June), Uh-uh (Hunyak), Cicero (Velma), and Lipschitz (Mona)

I am assigning the songs based on the vibe their story gives me. I am also challenging myself by excluding "No Body No Crime," since that would be a bit of a cop-out IMO.

I had fun putting this together! I hope someone else finds it interesting lol.

CW: discussion of murder, guns, blood, violence

POP/Liz: "Bejeweled" from Midnights

Liz says she kills her boyfriend because she came home from work in a bad mood and he was popping his gum too loud, which was a frequent habit of his. She was annoyed and told him to stop, but he didn't, so she shot him. This is, obviously, completely unhinged. It gives me "Bejeweled" vibes because of the lyrics "didn't notice you were walking all over my peace of mind" and "familiarity breeds contempt." Idk I just see a similar feeling of "you've gotten on my last nerve and I'm done with you" from both.

SIX/Annie: "Babe" from Red

Annie says she killed her boyfriend because he told her he was single, they got together and moved in, and then she found out he had multiple wives. So then she poisoned him. This gives me "Babe" vibes because it feels like she fell fast and hard and found out he wasn't the person she thought he was. This one is all about betrayal and feeling blindsided by infidelity and I think the song fits really well.

SQUISH/June: "Getaway Car" from reputation

June says she was making dinner when her husband burst through the door, screaming and accusing her of having an affair with the milkman. She then says he "ran into" her knife 10 times. We don't know for certain if his accusations against her are true; she doesn't let on either way. If he was screaming and raging, she could've thought she was in danger and acted in self-defense. My interpretation, though, is that she was cheating, and then killed him to keep him quiet. For this reason, I chose "Getaway Car," because the milkman was her own "Getaway Car" out of that relationship similar to how Taylor describes in the song.

Uh-Uh/The Hunyak: "Haunted" from Speak Now

Her story is SUPER sad. She's falsely accused of killing her husband, and then no one will listen to her because she can't speak English and properly advocate for herself. To me, this song captures some of the turmoil and grief she's feeling, both for herself and her husband. As the song says, "Come on, come on, don't leave me like this/I thought I had you figured out/Something's gone terribly wrong/You're all I wanted." And like, obviously, her husband didn't leave her here. But I think it portrays a similar feeling of dread and panic.

Cicero/Velma: "Better Than Revenge" from Speak Now

This was the first—and I'm pretty sure only—time Taylor addressed a woman with whom a boyfriend cheated or wronged her. I think it fits Velma's story very well. Velma and her sister did a traveling dance act, and Velma's husband traveled with them. One night, Velma caught them having sex, so she "blacked out" and killed them. Just look at the lyrics to "Better Than Revenge" and see what you think:

"She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause/She took him faster than you could say sabotage/I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it/I underestimated just who I was dealing with/She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum/She underestimated just who she was stealing from."

Lipschitz/Mona: "I Knew You Were Trouble" from Red

Mona describes Al Lipschitz as being a sensitive artist. She says she fell deeply in love with him, but that he was trying to "find himself" and ended up cheating on her with multiple women. She's vague about how he died, but she does give us this pretty crazy line:

"I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive... and I saw him dead"

Anyway, to be honest, part of what made me pick this song was picturing the music video: this suave, charming artist flirting with this girl and then leaving her because he's a "loner" and a "drifter." I think the story she tells goes well with the vibe of the song.

If you made it this far—thanks for reading!! 💛

#CW: discussion of murder #discussion of guns #mention of blood #mention of violence #chicago musical #roxie hart #velma kelly #cell block tango #taylor swift #musicals #broadway #musical theatre

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I’m not sure if you know Daisy Jones & The Six (a tv show about a band, based off a book) but I was listening to one of the songs called ‘More Fun To Miss’ and it kind of made me think about something Bex would possibly sing with her band.

I hope you understand what I mean😭 🫶

Hi! I know OF Daisy Jones and The Six, but I haven't watched it yet or read the book. I looked up the song though and I think you're totally right! I think it it sounds like a collaboration she'd do with Taggert. Definitely Bex vibes with the singing!

It's so funny that you sent this to me today because I've been making notes for later installments and there's definitely stuff coming up with Bex and her band. We're on the same wavelength here! Thanks so much sending this! Putting an extra tidbit under a Keep Reading because it's SLIGHTLY spoilery and I know not everyone likes that.

I do have someone picked out to be the voice for Bex (and is actually a bit in this same tone!) The person I have in mind has a lot of songs that I think fit well with the sound Bex and her friends will develop for themselves and they also have a lot of songs that fit really nicely thematically with things that have happened or will be happening in the series. (There's one that I've been using as my Rhodestead anthem this whole time, lol) I'll be sharing it soon-ish? In terms of the timeline of the series, we're at the end of August 2015 right now and the bad reveal will be around May 2016, I think? Molly's will have a grand opening of their patio and Bex and her bad will play that. Plus there's things that tie in with Beau, but I'll keep that a secret. :D

When I post that installment, I'll include a playlist with it.

Thanks again for the fun message!

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𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱?

pile 1 -- > pile 2 pile 3 -- > pile 4

my masterlist<3 . paid readings Hello my beautiful souls✨ Today we will be looking into what about you makes your future spouse blush! This was requested a while ago so I am glad to finally get to it! Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. The divider is from @khaer and the pictures are from the game Genshin Impact.

Pile 1 Cards: The Chariot rx, Two of Swords rx, Page of Cups, Two of Wands, Death rx, Judgement, The World, Seven of Cups, Four of Swords Back of the Deck: The Hanged Man

For my Pile 1's, I think your fs blushes at how much life you radiate. This pile is giving strong childhood best friend vibes but it doesn't have to be. I heard "this is the meaning of being alive" and I think your fs is going to realize this when they are with you. You have strong radiant energy, I feel like the world just feels full of color when your fs is with you Pile 1. They love when you are unpredictable and spontaneous in your energy, especially a surprise kiss ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧. When you are in nature or having a picnic, they get really excited to be there with you and it makes them a little shy. They seem pretty poetic when talking about you (which fits with Kazuha LMAO). Although they seem a little shy, like they want to tell you how you make them feel, but they get too embarrassed with themselves and wimp out. Anyway, I feel like physical touch is going to be pretty big with your fs, like I feel like a simple touch on their shoulder or holding their hand can make your fs a blushing mess. I am also getting that if you keep eye contact with them for too long, they start to get nervous, and I feel urged by spirit to say, keep looking at them lol. Like, it's going to make them so flustered in the CUTEST way, spirit recommends (ofc if they seem like really uncomfortable then don't push too much but you know, try it lol). Your fs gets shy when they see how confident you are. Even if you don't feel so confident, I feel like you guys have some natural confidence in your everyday life which makes you look fearless and proud and I think your fs will love this about you. I heard for some of you, possibly just one of you, your fs is going to get frequent nose bleeds because of you when they start feeling shy about you. Or they are going to try to hide when they are feeling shy but fail horribly. Also for a small amount of you, but for my musicians, they love watching you performing, especially if you are writing a song for them or something, I can feel your fs's heart beating as they listen to your music. Even if you do a little silly karaoke session or something and sing a love song, they would eat it up lol. You may have a really pretty voice Pile 1. Also not in a creepy way but I think they get really shy when they watch you sleeping. I feel like you look so cute when you sleep Pile 1, or they see you as really cute when you sleep. There were a few 18+ messages that I got immediately when I started the reading, but I'm trying to keep it PG lol.

Advice Cards:

Make a commitment and follow through

It's time to try something new!

Get clear about your intention and hold firm

A connection needs deeper attention

You are ready to receive your fortune. Be miracle minded!

Your heart is a center of intuitive intelligence. Listen to it!

Channeled Songs: congrats yall get three lol

Pile 2 Cards: Nine of Cups rx, The Moon, King of Wands, The High Priestess, Two of Pentacles, Six of Wands, Four of Pentacles, Six of Cups Back of the Deck: Knight of Swords

So for my Pile 2's, what makes your fs so shy about you is how cool you guys seem. You have some really strong, confident energy that almost seems intimidating and your fs seems to be obsessed with it. Take it how it resonates but I am hearing goth mommy lol. So I feel like some of you may have a bit of a scary vibe but it is really hot. I am almost getting Ramona Flowers vibes, even if you are a guy (In fact, I feel like the energy of this pile reminds me a lot of the relationship between Ramona and Scott, if you haven't watched it, this is a reference to the movie Scott Pilgrim vs The World). You give off a very mysterious and cunning energy that I feel like people can't help but be attracted to, including your fs. Yeah, I am just really getting that your fs finds you incredible like, they are in awe in your presence. Like I am hearing "jaw dropping, phenomenal, show stopping." I think this is my simp pile lol. You may have black cat energy and your fs loves it so much like find you so cool but also adorable. Your fs almost has a bit of a trophy wife/husband/spouse vibes like they just like to watch you succeed and accomplish your dreams. They seem like the type to give up on their dreams to support yours which is kind of sad lol. But they find you daring, bold, and so so creative. Your fs has very funny energy, I feel like they just want to shout to the whole world about the stuff they love about you. You have energy that you are almost untouchable to them, like you are way above their level. They love this cool energy you give off, but I also feel like they love it when you let down your guard and show a more awkward and silly side of yourself. I am hearing specifically that they get a little shy when they see you in your pyjamas, especially if they are really cute, like they eat that shit up. When you relax and show your imperfections, they can't help but admire you. Ugh this pile so cute! I also feel like they like it when they manage to get you all flustered. They also seem to really like if you wear glasses, I can feel how blushed they get when they see you focused on a book or something and then they just watch as you fix your glasses. This seems to really rile them up. Your fs sees you as someone who is really competent and dependent, almost like they are confident that anything you try will do well. There is also so much moon imagery in the cards, I feel like they see you as someone who shines brighter than the moon on the darkest night. The brightest star in the night sky. Damn your fs is becoming a poet when they think about you fr. Also for those that have watched Horimiya, this pile gives strong Hori and Miyamura vibes. AND for anyone who has read the webtoon The Remarried Empress, I am also getting Navier and Heinery vibes which is iconic. I picked up on a lot of references for this pile, so yall may be a little bit of geeks lol. Advice Cards:

Weigh your situation carefully

Ask and you shall receive

Look closely at what is going on around you

Yes, you can . . . Set it in motion!

Make a commitment and follow through

Allow rituals to give meaning to your spiritual life

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3 Cards: Ace of Cups, Knight of Swords rx, Six of Pentacles, The Empress, Ten of Swords, The Moon, Ten of Pentacles rx, Ten of Cups, Three of Pentacles Back of the Deck: Six of Swords

This pile definitely has a lot going on. Your fs feels emotions really strongly, which I know can kind of sound silly since everyone feels their emotions, I am just getting that your fs in particular seems to be highly emotional. They may be a Capricorn Venus. When it comes to you, first of, they think you are absolutely gorgeous. I am hearing "Yup, that is the most beautiful person I have ever seen." and I feel like this is what is going to go through their head when they first see you, or something similar. Your fs is going to feel so shy around you because your appearance makes them feel ashamed to be around you. They might even have imagined being with you pretty early into the meeting you. There is a sense that they don't really feel like they deserve you. Your fs seems pretty introverted (ngl they are actually giving me Scaramouche vibes if yall are Genshin fans, take that how you will lol) they have black cat vibes and I feel like they are going to be pretty shy around you in general. I actually am getting that it may take a little while for yall to really get to know each other because your fs almost seems scared of you. You might feel like your fs doesn't like you at first, like I am getting you might be like "what did I do to offend them?" when they probably just have a resting bitch face or just have a scary appearance and they are just too afraid to look stupid in front of you. I feel like they are really going to like how different you are from each other, yall may have very different aesthetics from each other, I feel like you may even think yall are really incompatible when you first meet but that isn't true at all. Your fs gets shy when you guys are being romantic in any way. I am getting they not have had a lot of romantic attention before you so they aren't used to being lovey dovey with someone so every time you guys hug, kiss, hold hands, etc, they always have a light hint of blush on their cheeks. Your fs is very baby girl Pile 3 lmao. They also seem to love getting to know you. If you are the type of person to rant and talk all day about the things you like or what you dreamt about the night before or get all excited to talk about the things you did that day, they want to hear you and I feel like they even have hearts in their eyes when they listen. For the very specific group of you who are ambiverts, in the moments when you are more chill and introverted, I think your fs really likes the calmness you provide when you are like this. They love the love language you provide, especially if it's words of affirmation. Also for a small group of you, but if you are really good at taking care of planets or perhaps even take care of your own garden, they LOVE that, I feel like I can see very clear imagery of you surrounded by plants and flowers, your fs is just watching like they are looking at a painting. Super cute vibes here.

Advice Cards:

You are a natural teacher

You are moving beyond your old form. Congratulations!

You are wiser than you think

Release all attachments that do not serve you

Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspect of your life

Mother Earth is the source of life on the physical plane

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4 Cards: Ace of Swords, The Chariot, King of Swords rx, The Tower rx, Nine of Pentacles rx, The Hierophant, Six of Wands, The Wheel of Fortune rx Back of the Deck: Six of Swords

One of the first things I am getting for this pile is yall got crazy powerful energy. Like, my Pile 4's are powerful as shit, so your fs seems to be shy about all this power you exude. This is my pile for those who have very ambitious dreams cause yall just seem unstoppable in your fs's eyes. For pile 1, I felt like pile 1 would like to give their fs surprise kisses to make them shy and tease them, but I feel like for yall, your fs is going to give you surprise kisses when they are shy. I heard "Shut up and kiss me" so when they get really embarrassed, they may like to pull you in for a kiss. Your fs sees you as some sort of leader, like I feel like I can imagine you standing tall on a pedestal, wind blowing through your hair and you look almost regal in this imagery. They see you as royalty and to them, it's an honor just to be around you. To your fs, your energy comes off strongest when you stand your ground and stay confident in yourself. Even when things seem to get scary, I heard "It's like you don't have any fear." I think your fs seems very vocal about what about you they love, like if you are doing something that really turns their gears, you will know. They have such cheerleader vibes, it's super cute. Also I am hearing something very specific about cuddling. Your fs loves to cuddle with you and I feel like they may get a little shy in moments when they want to cuddle with you. If your fs is more masculine, they make want to be the little spoon when you cuddle and the other way around if they are the feminine. I am hearing there is something about your arms that just feel so comfortable, like home. I also feel like your fs is just going to be very physically affectionate when you bring a blush to your cheeks. Also, if you are a spiritual individual yourself or if you also do tarot, they really admire this aspect of your life. I am hearing your fs is going to ask a lot of questions about spirituality and for the group of yall that do yoga, they may ask to join often cause they like to see when you are in the moment. But pile 4, your fs seems so sweet, like they don't want to focus much on what makes them shy and more on how you make them feel and I am getting you make them feel so comfortable. I heard "Home is where you are." there is a sense of someone starting with humble beginnings and being so grateful not only because they are winning at life, but because they are surrounded by love.

Advice Cards:

Release all attachments that do not serve you

You are ready to receive you fortune. Be miracle minded!

Have a closer look at your family situation

Take a lighter approach and smile about all facets of life. A smile reflects a heart at peace.

Align your body, mind, and spirit with your heart

A connection needs deeper attention

Channeled Songs:

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