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machinavocis · 2 months
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let the record show that i hate computers & my career was a mistake.
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shandian-go · 1 year
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Hi Mel, it’s mentioned for In Stock purchases that the price doesn’t include shipping and that it will be calculated later. Do you mean domestic shipping or international one? So is the price shown for In Stock items the base price of the item only not yet including the international shipping to your place? Thank you
The second payment will be for both domestic and international and the prices on the order site are for the base price of the item!
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genderqueerdykes · 18 days
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homeless disabled trans person needs help affording more nights in hotel while government housing program keeps delaying my move in-date
3/11/2024: hello, my name is equinox. i am a homeless severely disabled trans person who is living in a hotel. i have been working with this apartment complex since october, working through a program for low-income severely disabled people who will provide me a rent figure based off of my earned income. because i sell jewelry and accept donations online, they are extremely confused as to how much income i make and have been stalling and delaying the process this entire time.
i was promised a move-in date of Tuesday, 2/27/2024, then 2/29/2024, only to have it pushed back yet again. i already set up the electricity in my name as they requested it of me on the 27th. it is march 11th, and i have no idea of when i will be approved, now.
today, i received this email:
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i have given them this information several times over the past few months. i have explained that venmo does not generate statements, and that gofundme does not hold a balance. now i've had to explain that stripe also does not hold a balance, and that tumblr is not a payment gateway.
i have been in a hotel for over a month because of this. i have had to explain this information over and over again and have made no headway. i broke down crying this morning because this has been psychological torture. my hotel room is only $38/night. i have tonight booked, but will need help saving up for future nights, as well as the deposit and if i'm ever accepted at this place:
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pay pal: glittergraphicnightmare@ gmail . com venmo: @ equinoxian cash app: $glitterGraphix chime: $Equinoxian
you can also support me here, i sell jewelry as well as zines on my ko-fi:
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lenny-1of2dads · 1 month
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I was a second year student in college with a problem. I was using alcohol to help solve it. It was the summer between semesters and my parents are paying a condo mortgage to keep me here all year. That was their way of dealing with it.
Mark was X military and worked as a cop and owner of the condo next door. He has come to my aid three times before. Once due to my water heater leaking, and getting my key in the key hole for being too drunk twice.
This was the first time he picked me up from the gutter. Turning into the driveway I hit the curb. My motorcycle slides out from under me on wet payment to the center of the street. As i go splat by the curb. I was pretty sure Mark was naked and threw on some shorts to come help. He made sure I was still breathing and no broken bones. He got my bike up and out of the street . Then went to help me stand up. In the process he throws me over his shoulder. Then he takes me to his condo and throws me on a bed in the downstairs bedroom.
Mark calls a friend and asks if can come over to see if i have a concussion. He hangs up and tells me to take my clothes off. I could be in shock, have broken bones, or be bleeding and not know it. Wet clothes are just harder to get off. I was admittedly still drunk. Mark comes over and helps me. He explains we can not call an ambulance I will get a DUI for driving drunk. I asked how's my bike and was told I will need a new mirror. Removing my jeans revealed no underwear, which he complained about because a female was coming over to check me out. I pointed out he was not wearing any either.
He said. Close your eyes. As he striped off his wet basketball shorts exposing himself in the process. He puts underwear on and new dry shorts. and throws me a pair to put on myself. Complaining I didn't close my eyes while he was naked. The young blond lady in the doorway that was watching me put shorts on said. Maybe he is gay and likes what he was looking at.
I went postal. It took them both to restrain me. I was in handcuffs. Mark asked for an explanation before he calls the police and my parents.
It was fairy simple I was doing my best to meet and find a girlfriend. It was rejection after rejection. They all think I am gay or have an excuse. One girl suggest I date high school girls because we could not have sex. Another one broke up with me because she met a guy she want to lose her virginity to.
The young lady does this thing with a flashlight and my eyes. Asks' Mark for a bottled water. He leaves and she explains that Mark is a gay and her friend. He likes me a lot is very concerned because this is getting worse. She tells me I don't know you or what you are into. You need help. You should let him help. She takes the bottle water says no concussion, if I get sick it could be alcohol poison. She will call him later. Mark sits down next to me on the bed with the keys to the handcuffs. Before I let you go I have a few questions.
Why are you so desperate to have a girlfriend right now?
I explain that is how it is supposed to work. You go to college meet the girl of your dreams and get married have kids. That has been the plan along.
Mark says it is just a picture in your head . Implanted by your parents. Most people are getting education and a job first these days. He laid down on the bed next to me. I am under the covers still handcuff. He is laying on top of the covers looking into my eyes. Was this the plan your dad used.
I say yes.
To hide the fact you liked guys?
I start to cry. Say I don't want to be gay. I want to ba a dad. I want a family. Mark suggests I get some sleep, leaves me handcuffed and closes the blackout curtains and the door to the room. I wake up with my normal hangover and look for light. I sit up in the bed and remember I fell asleep with handcuffs on. I open the door to light of the room and the smells of food cooking. Mark recommends coffee the caffeine with help the headache. I sit down and he pours a cup in front of me. Followed by a plate of french toast and scrambled eggs. I was starving and it was obvious and made myself slow down. I try to make conversation. I thought you were married with children. He confirms they are at their mothers for two weeks. I can meet them next weekend. How does a straight guy married with two kids wake up gay one day?
It is the picture in your head how you think it is supposed to be. I knew I was gay and denied it. Lived a totally fake life. I had a wife and two kids before my wife decided she like another guy better and asked for the divorce and gave me the kids. I realised was pretending to be straight because I could not admit to myself I was attracted to guys.
I help clear my dishes. Mark is standing next to me at the sink. He smiles and says. I have a real easy solution if you want to try it. Could solve you whole problem in a matter of a few hours.
What is that I ask? hoping for a cure.
You get out of those shorts back in bed and I will show you some of the best things about being gay. By the time we are finish you will not only agree that you are gay but you love it and will also agree to marry me.
I respond You don't know me. Just for him him to reminded me he was the one that showed my mom, dad and me the condo over two years ago. He has checked on me everyday ever since and fell in love with me doing it. He knows I work part time at a liquor store and a Cubs fan. Then he points out I am ticklish as his fingers touch my sides. I back away as he follows me. As I duct back into the bedroom as he says lose the shorts. He reminds me he has handcuffs and I retreat under the covers. Afraid to exposés myself I remove the shorts and throw them at him as if that would slow down his advances. As well as admission that fine this was happening.
Saying slow the F down. He slowed way down. Got all romantic. Step one how two guys kiss. Step two was making out. He crawled on top of me and start chewing on my neck I stopped fighting the idea I was not gay and we went forward from there. With in months I had that family I so desperately wanted. That picture in my head adjusted replacing the finding a wife and mother of my children. To being a wife and stay at home dad with mom duties. I got a teaching degree and teach middle school, and married a cop with two kids.
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ariyogames · 2 years
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Patreon has laid off their security team
I know this isn't an update on my interactive fiction game but I just wanted interactive fiction creators and other people who have Patreons to be aware about this issue.
Whitney Merrill on Twitter: "Whoa @Patreon laid off their ENTIRE security team. Wouldn’t trust my data there. Also there’s some amazing talent to scoop up." / Twitter
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For creators with a Patreon, I would recommend using a password manager to generate a randomly generated password so that when Patreon has (another) security breach, your password will be unique.
For creators that are uncomfortable with using Patreon and do not want to lose their Patreon content, you can import your Patreon content to a WordPress website with a WordPress plugin that can be used with a WordPress membership plugin like Paid Memberships Pro that lets patrons subscribe to your content like on Patreon. However, please keep in mind that WordPress plugins are also very vulnerable to attack so it is very important that you update the plugins frequently if you choose to go this route.
Ko-fi is also a good alternative that I know a lot of interactive fiction creators use for their work. SubscribeStar is a good option for NSFW artists.
Hopefully there won't be any serious security breaches with Patreon but who knows what will happen...
UPDATE (10th September 2022 - 11:30AM BST):
Patreon has confirmed to reporters that they are hiring an external security team to handle Patreon's security.
Kevin Collier on Twitter: "Wild. Patreon confirms the layoffs in emailed statement to me, says it's ok, they're using third-party security. https://t.co/zV9zw9yOlh" / Twitter
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What this means is that Patreon has decided to go for the cheaper option by outsourcing their security to a team abroad instead of spending more money and resources on an in-house security team. This is what is known to infosec/cyber security experts as MSSP/MSP.
However, a lot of cyber security professionals have criticised this decision by Patreon because historically, organisations that have outsourced their security to a team abroad have usually had a lot of security issues/security breaches later on down the line because they do not check/scan the security of the company as frequently as an in-house security team would.
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This also conflicts with what a laid-off security employee has said about the situation where they disputed Patreon's claims of this decision not impacting their security by alleging that Patreon has cut down of its use of external security vendors in the past four months.
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So what does this mean for Patreon's future and how am I affected?
What this means is that there are things going on behind the scenes at Patreon that we do not know about yet, all we know is that the leadership over there is making incredibly unwise business decisions by firing their entire internal security team and what this usually means is there will either be a huge security breach down the line or an announcement of a merger or acquisition.
Another potential risk is supporter deanonymisation, where attackers with malicious intent could blackmail subscribers that pledge to NSFW artists and kink content creators and threaten to reveal their Patreon pledges to an employer.
Your payment information (credit/debit card information) should be safe because Patreon do not process payment information themselves, they outsource it to Stripe and PayPal.
This blogpost by a cyber security professional is worth reading to know more on what to do about this situation.
Should I delete my Patreon account?
If you have no other option, then I would not delete my Patreon account especially if it is your only active source of income. What I would do is what I have listed above: by turning on two factor authentication through an app like Google Authenticator or Authy and changing your password to a randomly generated password so that you are not too much at risk when a security breach inevitably happens.
If you do have other options and are not as financially dependent on Patreon alone, then I would think about switching to other crowdfunding services like Ko-fi, SubscribeStar (I hear SubscribeStar is a good option for NSFW artists) and Comradery
I was originally going to create a Patreon for my interactive fiction/narrative game studio after I release the demo/first chapter of the interactive fiction game I'm currently working on (Mutants of Mayprice) but Patreon's lack of communication about this situation and their unwise decision of firing their entire internal security team (which wasn't many people to begin with, five people) does not leave me with a lot of confidence about the future of the platform.
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lovebugism · 10 months
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sleepover !! on the plane of dad!steve: what about steve finding out reader’s pregnant? they’re young enough for it to be a shock, but established relationship or casual hookup is up to you
i hereby name this the first installment of my dad!steve blurb series: the "crazy little thing called love" universe <3
By all accounts, you and Steve did everything right.
Sure, you got married pretty young, but after surviving the end of the world four separate times, you thought you were deserving of the rapid elopement. You moved into a little apartment outside of town shortly after, working like dogs until you could afford a down payment on one of those pretty houses people put in magazines. 
Neither of you minded that it was in the middle of the suburbs — that it was “expected” of the Harringtons to live within white picket fences. You were just grateful you didn’t have to live in his vacant childhood home that his parents were kind enough to offer as a present for a wedding they didn’t attend. Steve was more than happy to let the place rot. 
It takes your entire first year of marriage to fully decorate the place. 
The pool in the backyard is lined with white and yellow striped lounge chairs. The living room is more plants than furniture. The kitchen cabinets are painted green to match the tile in the bathroom. And the bedroom’s got a gallery of photos of the both of you on one side and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on the other — Steve stores his vinyls on the upper shelves and you stash your books on the lower ones.
You’re finally getting settled into your new life in your new house when you realize your period is late.
By two weeks, to be exact.
You don’t even realize it until you’re grocery shopping. 
Steve mans the cart while you strike through the list, as per usual. He’s trying to choose between two similarly scented body washes — accidentally squirting some on the tip of his nose in the process — when you return from the feminine hygiene section. 
You didn’t need tampons, you realized while standing in front of the vibrantly colored boxes, because you had a full pack at home for a period that never came.
Steve uses his sleeve to wipe the peppermint-scented soap from his nose when you return, looking pallid and ghastly — like you’ve just seen a ghost looking for period underwear. His hand slows before falling to his side. “You okay?” he cautions.
You nod before the words catch up to you. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m— Yeah.”
“You could at least try and sound a little more convincing,” he laughs as he puts both bottles back. Neither was worth getting soap up the nose, turns out. “C’mon. Just tell me. It can’t be that bad, right?”
In his head, you’ve just seen someone from high school. You saw an old friend or a mean girl who hated you for no reason or a boy you had a fling with. They tried to chat you up while you were deciding between regular and super tampons, and the unexpected encounter’s got you all shaken up.
The image is so vivid in his head, Steve could laugh just thinking about it.
You clear your tightening throat, inching closer to him when another couple enters the aisle. You whisper like you’re telling him a secret. “My, um… My period is late. By, like… a lot.”
Steve’s blood runs cold. His eyes go wide and he forgets how to breathe. “Oh. Okay. Yeah. That’s— That’s bad, huh?”
“Yes,” you agonize, breathless. “Yes, that’s bad. That’s very, very bad.”
“Alright, c’mon. I’m standing right here,” he half-jokes.
“I just got promoted. If I have to take a year off work for maternity leave, I’ll be right back where I started.”
Steve can sense the panic radiating off of you. It’s rising with vigor like a faucet turned on high in a stopped-up kitchen sink. Once it starts overflowing, it’s harder to stop. Despite his own distant worry, he tries to quell your own.
“You might not even be pregnant, right? So why are you already worrying about maternity leave?” he questions with a gentle laugh. He takes both your arms in his hands, squeezing you in a soft reassurance. “You’re right. You just got promoted. Maybe, you know— Maybe you’re just stressed out about it. That’s all.”
“Yeah… You’re probably right.”
“Let’s take a test first, huh? Then we can start panicking.”
He presses a kiss to the tip of your scrunched nose. 
You’re able to breathe again.
You pick out three different brands of pregnancy tests, shoving them quickly into your cart and hiding them beneath your groceries like sex toys. 
The boxes are stacked on top of each other as they move slowly on the conveyor belt at the checkout counter. The older woman with pink lips and pinker nails smiles as she scans them through.
“It’s exciting, huh?” she gushes, smacking bubble gum between her teeth.
“Yep,” you nod, though the word comes out slightly strangled.
Steve’s charming smile wavers. “Totally.”
The paper bags of groceries are quickly abandoned on the kitchen counter when you get home. You’re far more worried about the pregnancy tests, and Steve’s more concerned about calming you down.
He sits with you on your shared bed, back propped up against the headboard, with you in between his legs. He works your palm with his thumbs, smoothing out the tension you seem to hold there. His chest you lean upon rises and falls with deep, even breaths. 
You’re not sure how he can be so calm about this, but you’re almost comforted by it.
Almost.
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, you know?” Steve admits after a minute or more of pure silence. “If you were pregnant. Actually, you know, I think I’d be pretty happy.”
“I know you would be. It’s totally different for you.”
His brows furrow, though you’re not looking at him to see. “What do you mean?”
“You wouldn’t have to be the one to take off work. I’d have to drop my entire career, and I’m— I’m just getting started. It would change everything for me.”
Steve hums to himself. It’s not the pregnancy that scares you, not the birthing process or the late nights or the constant crying. It’s the thought that you wouldn’t have a life outside of it all.
“I’d be here to help you, you know?”
“I know,” you sigh softly, tiling your head on his shoulder so you can stare up at him. His chin juts closer to his neck so he can look down at you too. “But for a while, we both couldn’t work. For the first couple of years, probably. And we can’t get a babysitter because we wouldn’t have double incomes, and… I don’t know if I’d trust someone to take care of our baby anyway—”
Steve tries not to smile but completely and utterly fails. 
You’re already talking like it’s a for sure thing — you having a baby. His baby. 
He doesn’t want to get his hopes up too high.
“Hey. It’s okay,” he almost coos to end your panicked rambling. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. Let’s just take this one step at a time, yeah?”
You take a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah…”
He waits for you in the bedroom while you check the tests in the adjoining bathroom. He offered to come with you, of course, but you told him you could do it on your own. You said they’d probably be negative anyway, that it likely was just stress delaying your period, and that you were just making a fuss over nothing.
It’s quiet for all of ten seconds.
“Fuck!” you shout, a bit louder than you intended, muffled from the bathroom.
Steve winces.
“I take it they were positive?” he questions when you storm back into the bedroom, completely and utterly frazzled.
“We’re so stupid,” you chastise, pacing ahead of the bed. “We’re so, so stupid.”
Steve finds it in him to laugh, still a bit dazed by the results. “We’re not sixteen anymore. We’re married. Married people have kids—”
“But I’m not ready yet!” you shout with wild eyes. Your hands flail at your sides as you gesticulate. “I wanted to wait, like, five years, at least. I wanted to be CCO before we even thought about having kids.”
“Things don’t go as planned sometimes, babe. We know that more than anybody.”
He was right. After saving the world, you shouldn’t be shocked by anything anymore. You were so jaded by the time spring of 1986 rolled around that Vecna hardly scared you. The thought of uprooting your life to raise a child frightened you far more than any alternate dimension and monsters without faces.
“I was just announced Vice President, Steve. No one else in company history has gotten to oversee the marketing department so quickly. You don’t know what it’s like in the firm, alright? It’s vicious. They’ll replace me the second I’m gone.”
“No, they won’t,” the boy says with so much confidence it almost makes you angry.
“You can’t know that—”
“I do know that, actually,” he argues as he slides to the edge of the mattress to meet you. His larger hands engulf your shaking ones. His honey eyes twinkle as they gaze up at you. “‘Cause they’d be idiots to let you go. ’S why I married you, yeah? There’s not another person in the whole world like you.”
“It’s just something I’ve always wanted, you know?” you sigh, less prickly than before, but still visibly terrified. “I’ve been dreaming about corporate savagery since I was twelve…”
Steve grins. “You can still have all that. I’ve seen you set monsters on fire — you can raise a kid and run a company. You’re the most badass person I’ve ever met.”
“But what about you?”
“What about me?”
“If I can’t work, we’ll be living on your income. I don’t… I don’t want you to have to work more than you already do.”
“I’ll be okay,” he promises, squeezing your trembling fingers. “You’ll take maternity leave for however long you need to, your coworkers will grovel hands and knees to get you back, and I’ll… I’ll stay home with the baby.”
Your face scrunches with worry. “Is that something you want?”
“Yeah. I mean, I’ve always wanted to be a dad, you know? I can’t… I can’t really see myself doing anything else.”
Steve always thought he was broken in that way. His dad was already building businesses by the time he had a kid. He coached Steve to do the same — to graduate, to spend thousands on a degree, to have ten assistants by the time he was twenty-five. But Steve never wanted that. Not Ever. Especially not after the tenth near-death experience.
He just wanted to have a family of his own. 
He wanted to be with you and to be still. That was all. 
“Besides, you always said you wanted a house husband,” he jokes with a crooked smile.
That makes you laugh. A giggle sputters from your lips before you can stop it. The sunshine feeling overpowers your lingering worry.
“I would like that,” you concur with a sheepish grin. 
You can picture it so clearly — Steve with a baby, greeting you with a kiss when you get home, a spit-up towel thrown over his shoulder, hair mussed and jaw stubbled. It was something dreams were made of. 
Your potential reality. 
Your future.
“We’re gonna be the happiest damn people on the planet, babe.”
You lean down to kiss him. It’s hard, though, because you’re both smiling so wide.
Your laughs entwine, pressed into one another, as Steve flops back on the bed and drags you down with him. He rolls you onto your sides, one hand propping his head up and the other resting on your belly. 
My kid is in there, he marvels in his head. This is where my baby’s gonna grow.
“What do you think about Apple?”
Your brows pinch together. “What?”
“For, like, a girl name?”
“…Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Apple for a girl and Wolfgang for a boy,” he jokes with a wide smile on his rosy lips. He shrugs. “And if we have twins, they can be Apple and Wolfgang. Really rolls off the tongue, don’t ya think?”
“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
With your hands cradling his jaw, you pull him down for another interrupted kiss.
“What about Moon or— ah,” he gasps with wide eyes. “Or Rainbow?”
“Steve!” you groan.
“What? Tell me Rainbow Harrington isn’t the cutest damn name you’ve ever heard.”
“That is so not a baby name.”
“Anything can be a name if you make it a name,” he argues with all of his Steve Harrington sass. “Like Queen… Or Journey.”
“Yeah, let’s just name all our kids after your favorite bands,” you quip, giggling.
“I know you’re joking, but that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
You shake your head at this boy and his wild head filled with wilder thoughts. 
You sit in silence in your marveling, letting him ramble on — “There’s Roxy and Berlin and- wait, do you think babies can be named after numbers? Because, like, B-52 is a badass name. Sounds like something out of Star Wars, huh?” 
You can’t believe you married this man. You can’t believe you get to be married to this man.
You’re stuck with Steve Harrington and his dumbassery for life.
God, you can’t wait to spend forever with him.
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maxyvert · 9 months
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Hello everyone!🌷 I'm opening my commissions for A4 sized traditional illustrations! 🌷 You can contact me here, on Ko-fi (commissions are available there as well) or through email: [email protected] 🌷 More information and examples under the cut:
🌷 Notes: -paypal only (or stripe through ko-fi). NO cryptocurrencies! -worldwide shipping $10 though it's optional. In every case you will get a high resolution file of your order. Shipping usually takes 1-8 weeks depending on where you live -personal use only. You cannot use the commissioned piece as NFTs or train AI with it -payment is upfront or after the final sketch was approved -prices up to 2 characters -please let me know beforehand if there is a deadline -reference sheets and moodboards are recommended. It's okay to send me any of my drawings as mood/bg/character style references. If you have an idea feel free to sketch it, even stick figure drawings are fine and helpful!! -no refund after I started the painting phase
🌷Okie -OCs, fanart, fan OCs, game characters -humanoid characters -characters with animal features -pets
🌷Not okie (or rather I can't) -nsfw/fetishes -mecha/furry -imitating other artists' styles -full realism -offensive themes 🌷More info about the process and the categories here🌷
🌷Just to make this already long post longer, here are some more examples:
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benkeibear · 1 year
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☰ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
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⧫ Character: Sukuna
⧫ Reader: female
⧫ Wordcount: 1.0k
⧫ Summary: You summon the king of curses because you heard a little tale about how curses will lead you to the light of venus but you didn’t expect it to become reality.
⧫ WARNINGS: sub!reader, loss of virginity, dub con, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, choking
⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Based on the song „Demons are a girls best friend“ by Powerwolf
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Oh silly little girl. Did no one tell you to lock the door and close the windows at night? Look at what you got yourself into, bow down and he might show mercy.
Of course you heard the rumors they told you before but they’re just bedtime stories - aren’t they? Just like Bloody Mary wouldn’t get you killed, summoning the king of curses Sukuna would be the same, a whole lot of nothing happening. And that’s exactly what you did, leave the window wide open, the doors unlocked and the candle burning out when you called for the curse.
When nothing happened, you stood in your room in the pitch black, the wind whipping through branches outside just like before, you started to laugh because this was exactly what you thought would happen - Nothing. But oh how naive you were, you silly little thing. When you were lying in your bed, safe and sound under your blanket is when you felt his presence, only daring to take a peek at the man - the thing - standing at the end of your bed in his full glory, staring down at his latest victim. Ryomen Sukuna.
„Wave your innocence goodbye, little girl. Let me take you to the light of Venus tonight“ he hummed in this sickening smooth voice of his, sending shivers down your spine. A nightmare, that’s what you thought it was, having fallen asleep a long while ago under the safety of your blanket but the moment his ice cold skin touched your warm one, you realized that it wasn’t just a stupid nursery rhyme they tell. This was real - He was real and regret ran through you when you remembered the exact lines: And when your sleep is haunted in the night, girl, don't you dare to seek for candle light cause in the dark your demons come as carnal dynamite. Curses of the night come and take her hand - curses are a girl's best friend.
You wanted to scream and fight this thing, but if they’re supposed to be your best friend, can it really be this bad? The light of Venus sounded promising, a taboo you were about to break by succumbing to the inevitable pleasure the curses promised. Willingly you lifted your covers and spread your thighs to welcome him to which he only smirked. „What a compliant little girl you are“ he mused with this silk like voice of his, licking a long stripe from your thigh to your pretty little core. Delighted at how the anticipation had you dripping just for him, he wasted no time to rid you of this constricting fabric on your hips.
You were such a good sacrifice, letting him spread your folds with his long fingers to let his demonic sharp tongue flick over your bundle of nerves without begging him not to do this - you both knew he would do this with or without your permission. You summoned him and he came to collect his payment.
Being caressed like this for the first time had you whining out at the unfamiliar burning spreading through your lower abdomen and with one more suck on your sensitive clit he had you hurling over the edge into a soul crushing orgasm. A virgins first orgasm was truly a sight to behold, the way you squirmed and moaned out from his never ending onslaught on your bundle of nerves, trying to push his head away but he wouldn’t move until he had you reduced to tears. But oh little girl, don’t get too caught up on your pleasure, you only deserved this for inviting him so willingly - but he is still about to ruin you.
Without giving you time to process anything happening, you found yourself bent in half, your knees pressed tightly against your chest as you felt his thick length prodding at your untouched entrance. Any normal woman would struggle to take him already, his cock long and heavy, drooping at the sheer weight it held. The pain of being stretched and stuffed so full had you screaming, mind going numb when he pushed himself inside of you with a single thrust. Your cries and pleas were music to his ears - this was what he’s here for after all, ruining you for being so dumb and summoning him.
Your tight walls were barely able to handle him, wrapping around him tightly and making him hiss but he promised the light of Venus so you never once complained, only begged him to make it stop hurting. Cooing at you to mock you, he had this sick grin on his face, his pace hard and fast as he abused your poor untouched hole, ruining you for any other man to come. However, your cries soon turned to moans which drove him insane, not wanting to hear you in pure ecstasy, he wanted you to cry and scream for him to stop, his hand snaking around your throat in an effort to silence you. When your eyes rolled back into your skull he thought he might held onto your throat too long but the clenching of your cunt told him otherwise - you were enjoying this a little too much as you came around him.
Your walls spasming around him in such vigor had him spilling his seed inside of you, a guttural groan escaping him as he buried himself deep inside of you. „Such a little slut for a curse. Do you like to be filled up like this?“ he asked in a hushed voice, harshly gripping your chin to make you look at him and in your fucked out state you only nodded, not wanting him to stop. „Your little slut“ you whimpered out with a stupid smile, head completely foggy from the sensations running through you but before you were able to regain your posture he was gone, his sticky seed running out of your little cunt and onto the sheets. Little do you know that the king of curses found a liking to you and how eager you were to be his little breeding whore and who knows - maybe he will be guiding you to the light of Venus again soon…
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wilted3sunflowers · 7 months
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White Pearl: SOLD Is she just as perfect as all of white's court is supposed to be?
Pink Pearl: Sold Is that smile innocent or malicious?
Blue Pearl: SOLD Professional and Elegant.
Yellow pearl: Sold A radiant Pearl but maybe she shines too bright. First come first serve I take payment over paypal
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Design Notes: Obviously these pearls are all based to be one under each court and some leaning in for the court type more than others. I wanted them all to feature the same pattern a you can see on the main article of clothing. For Pink Pearl she's obviously modeled after a flower and a jester much how pink diamond herself was. I even took her to lean into a more devious and malicious side similar to eyeball and past pink diamond's actions could be. even her arms could be read as small stalks and little pollen balls from an upside down flower. The legwarmers helped stop with the full blank space on the bottom half and she gets to be the only one with a separate patterned article instead of just a bulk piece of cloth. Also another thing to note is the midrise bottoms she wears to also match with white pearl's high rise pants.
White Pearl was the first on designed for her silhouette and the hardest part being figuring out her hair- that which ended up being shaped after i got the other pearls designs down further so she ended up with two buns as a compliment to blue having one bun. Last minute in the designing process I added White to have sunglasses both for the nod to 'cool white diamond' court but also to contrast the 'brilliant shine' of yellow as if she's the sun so that those two can mirror while pink and blue have cheek details together
Originally blue pearl was not going to have a cold shoulder open much less a bow in the back. However it got trimmed down so that there will be more visual similarities to White Pearl's cold shoulder and a bow in the back like almost faux shoulder pads in a silhouette look. In the end she kind of ended up looking the most different than what I originally intended for her. Yellow Pearl is the only one of the four to have technically three different patterns going on for her. One the main pattern of course, then three stripes on her shirt and then a lattice of the combined pant and boots of a gradient. Showing she wants a lot, and likely is doing too much. Fitting a bit well into the militaristic but still seeming like a too ornate look, she has metal cuffs- there small blunt spikes and also on the back of her heels instead of long and sharper more piercing type of spikes. No matter what though, she carries the signia of the diamonds intensely. Another thing to note is how blue pearl has a mini dress and that yellow pearl has low rise pants that both almost line up in where they stop
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wolfhorrors · 7 months
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bust commissions for moving costs!
hey guys! sorry for not posting here too much lately, I've been extremely busy trying to plan moving cross-country by the end of this month and it's been stressful
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theharrowing · 10 months
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Collateral 🗡️ 16: Sometimes important decisions—ones that we know we have to make—still hurt like hell
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Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.
But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?
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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 9.2k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 
🗡️ chapter warnings: smut (oral sex, use of "whore", multiple orgasms, "love making" lolol), heroin use (the scene is not too detailed, and it happens rather quickly, but it may be hard for some readers), panic attack & freaking out, recreational use of prescription pills.
🗡️ note: hard drug use and addiction can be tricky things to comprehend and navigate, especially from an outside perspective. the things mc thinks and feels are valid parts of the process but do not necessarily reflect how i feel about drug use and addiction. please proceed with caution if this is a topic that is difficult to read. this will be something that carries on through many chapters, and it will be a battle these characters have to figure out, so things may be messy. please trust in the process and take care of yourself! i love you!
🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin!
🗡️ posted on may 2023 | read on ao3
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The feeling of your thighs being spread is what begins to pull you from sleep. There is an unfamiliar smell to the room—starchy and sweet—but the musk that hits you is one you are well acquainted with. Lips graze over your neck, up to your jaw, and you smile, feeling the final dredges of sleep wash away as Namjoon groans softly against your skin.
Two warm hands spread your legs further, and as you bend at the knees and arch your back in a stretch, you become aware of the comforter moving and a body settling at your feet. Lips and teeth nip at your inner thigh, tickling and sending a tingle of arousal through you, and you blink awake, looking up at the ceiling before lifting the dark blue blanket and finding Yoongi's messy dark hair covering his face, except for his wide smile, which greets you.
"What do you two think you're doing?" you ask, voice raspy from sleep. 
Namjoon's lips move down to your shoulder and trail back to your neck, causing you to gasp as he sucks on particularly sensitive spots. 
"Figured I can't bring you all the way to Hong Kong without taking you to Hong Kong," Yoongi drawls, dragging his teeth over your skin, dangerously close to where you want him most. All you wear is a thin pair of black panties, which Yoongi wastes no time pushing out of the way. 
Warm breath ghosts over you, and you watch as the mess of dark brown hair centers between your legs, eager to feel his mouth. With two fingers, Yoongi spreads your lips, then he licks a slow stripe up to your clit, swirling his tongue over the bud and sending a shiver through you that has your back bowing off the bed. 
"Oh, fuck," you mutter, still tired enough that your body feels suspended somewhere between the waking world and the clouds—a liminal space of sleepy bliss. 
Namjoon's lips and teeth continue to tease, then he adjusts, getting onto his knees as he hovers over you to kiss down the center of your chest and take one nipple into his mouth after the other. The ends of Namjoon's hair dance over your skin, and they tickle. That, paired with the languid, firm strokes of Yoongi's tongue against your cunt, cause goosebumps to break over your skin, making you sensitive to every little touch. 
You lift your hands over your head and drape your arms over the pillow, closing your eyes as you sigh into the pleasure, sinking down into the mattress as two sets of lips send you up into the heavens. There is a part of you that wants to insist Namjoon crawls a little closer and slowly, gently fucks your face, but you decide to bask a little in this attention, first. 
Yoongi's mouth is glorious, and he picks up the pace, lapping and sucking at your clit, making lewd, loud sounds. Your body trembles and flinches with every stroke of his tongue, and as your moans become louder and breathier, you hear him chuckle against you.
"Don't say it," you moan, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks while pleasure bursts and blooms throughout you. 
Namjoon continues lower, nibbling your hip bone and causing you to gasp and giggle, then he asks, "Say what?"
"That she cums too easily," Yoongi grumbles against you, just barely intelligible.
"So mean," you pout, feeling your high climb and climb as Namjoon lowers himself further, disappearing beneath the comforter before yanking it away entirely.
You shiver and attempt to curl into yourself for warmth, but Namjoon takes your leg and slings it over his shoulder while he settles beside Yoongi, nipping at your thigh. 
"What a beautiful cunt," Namjoon groans against you, filling you with the urge to laugh.
"Shut up," you complain, too tired and far too close to orgasm for him to be teasing you.
"I mean it," he continues, kissing down your leg until Yoongi's lips leave you, and Namjoon hovers close. "I could worship this pretty pussy all day."
"So then do it," you whine, desperate for one of them to continue eating you out, already feeling impatient with the lack of lips and tongue against you.
You hear them kiss before you open your eyes and find them hovering close to you while Namjoon licks over Yoongi's lips and chin like a man starved—licking traces of you off his face. The sight makes you feral, and you let out a whiny groan, feeling equal parts horny and petulant. 
With a needy whimper of, "Daddy, please," you use your foot to attempt to pull Namjoon toward you, hoping he will get the hint. 
Namjoon, however, is a demon sent straight from hell, and he fixes you with a dark, evil grin and asks, "My, aren't we a greedy little whore this morning?"
"Wh—" you begin to whine, but Yoongi presses a finger to his lips and shushes you.
Your mouth falls open but silent, and you fix Yoongi with a desperate, incredulous stare before pouting. It does not work.
"Only good girls get to cum," Yoongi says as he drops his finger from his mouth and leaves featherlight touches over your labia, sending impatient shivers through you. He lifts an eyebrow and adds, "You have to be a good girl."
"I am a good girl, sir," you whine softly, and Yoongi has the audacity to chuckle.
"Are you sure?" Namjoon teases, leaning closer to your cunt, stirring up a frenzy of emotions. 
"Yes, daddy. I'm positive. Please."
Namjoon sinks lower until only his eyes and forehead are visible, keeping his devious glare fixed on you. And Yoongi, the devil that he is, kisses your inner thigh, delicate and ticklish until you begin to squirm, then he sucks on the skin hard enough to make you yelp. Yoongi alternates sucking and nipping hard enough to hurt, and you fight the urge to flail around, groaning and gasping each time he lets up and continues again in a new spot. The pleasure-pain is dizzying, and you almost beg him to stop, but then Namjoon's tongue finds your clit and laps over you, causing your back to arch and each sound to die in your throat. 
Orgasm builds and crashes so fast you do not feel it coming, and you claw at the mattress as two sets of lips and tongues push you past the point of sanity. Namjoon licks broad stripes and circles over you, and Yoongi teases the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, all the while you gasp and moan and whimper, legs shaking uncontrollably as overwhelming pleasure pours over you in waves and waves.
Between sucks and licks, Yoongi teases, "So…fucking…easy," then his lips replace Namjoon's on your cunt, pulling the last of your orgasm from you while already building the next one, filling you with pleasure so intense you nearly beg them to stop. 
"Too bad we can't make a mess of this bed," Namjoon groans as fingertips tease your entrance, stroking over you as if petting a soft animal. "Don't want poor Taehyungie to accrue a bunch of cleaning fees."
Clarity washes over you, pulling you back to the present moment, and you remember that this unfamiliar starchy-sweet bedding and spackled white ceiling in Hong Kong are all attached to the suite that Taehyung and Jeongguk are staying in. Suddenly, you feel embarrassed that the two of them may be able to hear you, and your legs start to squeeze shut. 
Two long, thick fingers enter your wet heat, and you attempt to scramble back, digging your heels into the mattress as you mutter, "Wait," frantically. 
"What is it, darling?" Yoongi asks sweetly while holding you in place, not allowing you to escape the slow, intoxicating motions of Namjoon's hand. You consider calling your safe word, but the feeling so good, you cannot seem to bring yourself to.
"What if they hear us?" you ask weakly, reaching for the comforter in hopes of pulling it over your sweat-covered body despite Taehyung and Jeongguk being unable to see through walls. 
At this, Namjoon begins to finger hard and fast, and you freeze and tremble with your back bowed slightly from the bed, attempting to become distracted by the ensnaring bliss of his fingers while Yoongi gently nips at your skin. 
"Isn't that what you want, darling?" Yoongi teases, making you feel shy.
"No," you mewl, shaking your head frantically a few times while Namjoon rubs the sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. 
"We could bring Jeonggukie in here for you right now, if you want," Namjoon offers as his lips trail up your thigh.
"I bet he would love to see you sprawled out while two men make you cum," Yoongi adds as his mouth lowers, warm breath ghosting over your pussy. 
"He would probably pout," Namjoon adds with a chuckle, "and start begging his hyungs to let him have a taste."
Before you can allow the thought of Jeongguk pouting to ricochet too much, you reach yet another orgasm, mouth hung open and silent as Namjoon's fingers press roughly into you, threatening to make you squirt. Then Yoongi laps over your cunt in firm, broad strokes, and the dam breaks, causing you to scream—frantically grabbing for a pillow and holding it over your face—while both men mercilessly drag more and more squelching release from you.
You practically beg them to stop, pulling the pillow from your face and gasping for air, when there is a loud, steady knock on the door. 
Although neither man slows, much less stops, Namjoon yells, "Yes," before letting out a soft laugh. 
Warmth floods your cheeks, making you wish you could disappear completely, and you pull the pillow back over your face. 
"You're being just a little too loud, hyungs," Taehyung calls from the other side of the door, making you cringe. "Especially you, buttercup," he adds, and you completely snap. 
"No more," you beg, throwing the pillow aside and scrambling away from insistent hands and mouths.  "Sakura!" 
Yoongi and Namjoon laugh, making feeble attempts to grab at you while you huddle up by the headboard and hug your knees to your chest, breathless and a little too cold for comfort. 
With sweet, dopey smiles, the two turn to one another, and Namjoon lifts his fingers that glisten with your release up to Yoongi's mouth, saying, "Be a good boy and clean these for me."
"Yes, daddy," Yoongi responds as he leans close and lets his mouth fall open, holding adoring eye contact with Namjoon, who slides his fingers over Yoongi's tongue and instructs him to suck.
As enticing as these two are, you do not want to let them get carried away in another tangle of limbs, and you reach one leg out and begin to gently poke at Yoongi's shoulder with your toes. When he does not stop sucking on Namjoon's long, thick, god-forsaken fingers, you press a little harder, wiggling him until he begins to laugh and pull away from Namjoon. 
"Don't we have another flight today?" you ask sweetly when Yoongi gives you a playful yet incredulous glare. 
"We do," Yoongi responds with a grin as he turns to you and begins to crawl naked on his hands and knees. "But we can leave any time, darling. We're on nobody's schedule but our own."
Petulant and a little embarrassed, you move your foot to Yoongi's shoulder, against his clavicle, and press a little hard, desperate to keep him and his magic tongue the fuck away from you. 
"But I want to go," you whine, jutting out your bottom lip. "I've never been on a real vacation before and I want to see where you plan to take me."
As if snapped from some kind of trance, Yoongi's smile falls and the joy in his eyes deepens to sadness. You know that the cogs in his brain are turning, telling him that you grew up in a loveless situation, sold off by your parents at too young of an age to fully understand what was happening. Sure, you have traveled the world while in the various trafficking rings, but never have you had the chance to see it and enjoy it.
Yoongi continues to advance, but rather than attempt to sway you into anything sexual, he crawls on his knees and flops down at your side, wrapping his arms around you.
"I'll show you the world, darling," Yoongi mutters as he nuzzles his face into your side, causing butterflies to stir in your tummy. 
All you can do is wrap your arms loosely over his shoulders and return his hugs. Moments like these, when Yoongi is tender and sweet, you think you could withstand his nonsense every day. Sitting in the center of the bed, Namjoon's shoulders are slumped forward, eyes zoned out on some spot ahead, as far as you can tell. 
"You too, Joonbug," you say as you attempt to hold your arms out. 
Namjoon glances up and smiles softly, cheeks creasing ever so gently with dimples as he makes his way over on his knees. The added weight of his body draping over Yoongi's back pulls you downward uncomfortably, and you groan as you try to get into a more relaxed position beneath them.
This is good, you think. The two of them, just like this. This feels like home. 
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Growing up, during the rare event that you were allowed to watch a movie or an episode of television, you frequently saw a protagonist gaze out the window of a moving car or an airplane with a look in their eye that suggested nothing in life could possibly be better than that moment, right there. 
You always thought moments like those were reserved for the screen, only. You always thought those moments would be too fantastical for you. 
So when you stare from the window of Yoongi’s private jet as it descends over France, your heart feels as if it might burst behind your ribs. Tears form in your eyes, and you attempt to blink them away, but the wave of happiness is so intense and so good that you end up bringing a hand to your cheek to attempt covertly wiping away the evidence of your flooding emotions. 
“Happy, darling?” Yoongi asks, rubbing the backs of two fingers along your cheek, narrowly avoiding a fallen tear. Of course, you can never get anything past Yoongi. 
You nod and turn to him, attempting to hold in the surge of joy, but as soon as you meet his dark brown eyes and soft, tender smile, the tears build quickly, and you sniffle on your inhale, feeling shy enough to chuckle. 
“Yoongi, you—“ you have no idea what this means to me, you think, words choked on a sob. You have no idea what you mean to me. “Thank you.”
“It was a long time coming,” Yoongi responds, looking away as his blushing cheeks betray his attempt at being humble. “You deserve to be given the world. And a proper vacation is just what we need, right now.”
You turn back to the right, gazing out the window as the scenery begins to level and grow and move much faster than it seemed to move while you were still in the air. Your tummy does a flip, and you turn back to Yoongi, too nervous to watch the moment the wheels touch down on the tarmac. 
Yoongi’s hair is tucked behind his ears and he wears a simple yet elegant outfit—a tan blazer over a beige silk shirt, tucked into tan slacks. The hints of blush on his cheeks appear much softer, and all of his sharp features seem more delicate in contrast with the lighter colors versus his standard black. You take in his pretty dark eyes and soft rose-petal lips, feeling the sudden, overwhelming urge to tell him you love him. And when you open your mouth to speak, the plane touches down, making you gasp and yelp, stealing the words from your lips until all you can do is laugh. 
To the left, past Yoongi on the other side of the small aisle, Namjoon snores loudly enough to startle himself awake, and he groans a confused sound as he sits up quickly, blinking heavily from sleep. You laugh even louder, burying your face into Yoongi’s side while Namjoon grumbles and stretches; he slept nearly the entire thirteen-hour flight. You dozed a little off and on, but you were so excited, you watched out the window as you traveled through the time zones, extending nighttime impossibly long, daydreaming above the clouds. 
Rather than dissipate, the affectionate feelings only swell, nearly suffocating you on the desire to voice them, but you swallow it down. Is this the right time and place? Here, on an airplane? While Namjoon is wiping his own drool from his chin and Yoongi is laughing—would be doubled over entirely if you were not holding onto him for dear life and wiping your own happy tears from your eyes? Sure, this feels like a time that encapsulates love, but to say it to the two of them for the first time? You would rather dwell on it and continue to spiral a little more, instead.  
As a male staff member clad in black opens the large metal door leading out of the plane and checks on something—you cannot tell what—you begin to feel a nervous excitement wash over you. Namjoon gets up first, head to toe in black cotton, stretching with groan after groan, yawning loudly, and Yoongi follows behind, gently pushing Namjoon by the butt to get him walking toward the exit while his shoulders continue to rise and fall with amusement. The sight of the wound on Yoongi's hand catches your eye—a streak of pink slashed from his thumb to his wrist—causing more emotion to build as you remember that horrible night when he was shot. 
Blinking back the myriad emotions, you undo your seatbelt and follow suit, stretching your stiff legs and getting onto your feet as you hobble toward the exit, where Yoongi waits for you to go first, then out of the airplane and into a cool Paris late-afternoon. 
The soft material of Yoongi's tan blazer drapes over your shoulders before you have a chance to shiver, and you grip onto it tightly with both hands and hug it closed, smiling to yourself as the affection in your chest only grows. You walk down the short set of aluminum steps, and before your feet can hit the ground, Namjoon reaches a hand and takes your right elbow, guiding you gently to your destination. 
"Are you hungry, darling?" Yoongi asks as an arm wraps around you from the left, and Yoongi's warmth and sweet musk further engulfs you.
You are hungry, and the moment the thought of food crosses your mind, your stomach whines in response. With a nod, you lean your head toward Yoongi and mutter, "I could eat."
"Mind if we stop at the hotel first?" Namjoon asks. "I want to change and brush my teeth before we go anywhere."
You laugh more thinking about Namjoon snore-startling himself awake and nod again, this time leaning toward Namjoon's warmth.
"I would like to change, too," you say, having worn a tee and joggers for the flight. Especially with Yoongi looking so put together, you want to at least slip into a nice evening gown. Too bad Jimin is not around to do your makeup for you.
"The hotel has fantastic room service, but I want to take you out onto the town," Yoongi begins as the three of you approach a sleek black sports car, and a man clad in all black hands Yoongi a set of keys. "How about I order us some appetizers so the two of you can take your time, and that will give me time to wiggle us into a nice, impossible-to-get reservation?"
"Sounds perfect," you respond with a smile, feeling a strong swell of affection as Yoongi's embrace slides away and Namjoon leads you around to the other side of the car. 
It feels like it has been ages since you have sat in the front seat of a vehicle, and you almost do not accept, suggesting Namjoon and his long legs take the seat, instead. But he insists, standing his ground firmly while gently shoving you toward the open door, only relenting when you huff out a sigh and duck into the car, plopping down on the warm leather and marveling at the fuschia-lit interior. 
"Porsche Panamera," Yoongi mutters as he drags his fingertips up and down the curves of the steering wheel with a grin. "Always wanted one of these, but it's too flashy for me to drive back home."
The last time you sat front seat was in Namjoon's Porsche, and you smile to yourself, remembering the fateful day when you demanded to be taken for ice cream, only for your relationship to evolve into something more. Yoongi starts the ignition, and you buckle your seatbelt before sinking back into the seat and glancing out the window, eager for what lies ahead. He drives from the airport without the use of a device to tell him where to go, and as he takes each turn and stop with practiced ease, you wonder just how many times he has been here before. 
Paris is just as it is in the movies; tan stone buildings adorned with wrought-iron balconies, and decorative lamp posts lining the streets. There is a beautiful blend of old and new, with buildings that appear to have rich histories attached to them. 
Yoongi pulls up to a tall stone building that wraps delicately around the street corner, showcasing intricate balconies lining each window, and beautiful stone arches on the ground level. As he shuts off the ignition, you do a double-take, glancing from Yoongi to the elegant building to your right. 
"We're here," he sing-songs as he opens the door and gets out, and you pause, only snapping from your reverie when your door opens and you find Namjoon smiling sweetly. Everything about this scene feels like a dream, and you half expect to wake up and find yourself still sitting on the airplane above the clouds. 
Yoongi tosses his keys to a valet driver, mutters something to him in French, then approaches the trunk of the car to retrieve your suitcases. At some point, a staff member must have placed them in there for you. You approach and reach for yours, but Yoongi shoves it toward Namjoon the moment its wheels are on concrete, and Namjoon expands the handle and holds firmly, making sure you do not dare try to take it from him.
With a mock-petulant huff, you cross your arms over your shoulders, hugging the tan blazer that remains draped over you. Yoongi retrieves two more large black suitcases, shuts the trunk, and Namjoon grabs a second one, leading the way into the lobby. 
Although you are becoming used to extravagance from being in the presence of one of the wealthiest men in Korea, the French hotel lobby still takes you by surprise. The walls are white with gold-trimmed accent molding, large crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, colorful crushed velvet armchairs line the walls, and large, elegant Parisian rugs cover intricate marble floors. In a way, the decor reminds you a little of home, with more lightness and splashes of color. 
Namjoon walks off to the side and stands out of the way while Yoongi approaches a gold desk, and you opt to follow Namjoon, leaving Yoongi to get things in order. Although you cannot hear him, he speaks and laughs with the concierge with a lightness you rarely see back home, and it gives you butterflies. 
"Does he speak French?" you ask, leaning to Namjoon but keeping your eyes on Yoongi, who holds steady, effortless conversation. 
"Oui, mademoiselle," Namjoon responds, causing you to gasp and turn his way. The pronunciation is surprisingly smooth, even for so few syllables, and you swoon. Namjoon chuckles and bends to look you level in the eye. "We contain multitudes, sweetheart."
"I guess so!" you respond with a giggle, suddenly curious about all the things you do not know about these men. How much more is there to discover?
An elevator with gold doors leads you to your suite on the top floor. Although the penthouse is smaller than some of the rooms you have grown accustomed to, its opulence is stunning. The decor matches that of the lobby but with cream-colored furnishings covered in delicate floral patterns. Cascading beige curtains hang over the large window which exhibits a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower past an intricate wrought-iron balcony. Bouquets of fresh flowers sit on white marble tables, and as you kick off your sneakers, the Parisian rug sinks lightly under your feet. 
"Yoongi," you mutter under your breath, dropping your hands to your sides as your feet shuffle on autopilot toward the window. No longer do you have motor control; everything feels too extravagant to be real. 
"Do you like it, darling?" Yoongi has the absolute audacity to ask. 
Rather than respond with words, when you open your mouth, all that croaks out is a mess of vowels that die in your throat. Tears cloud your vision, and you hug the tan blazer tighter around yourself, lifting your hands just enough to smell the familiar musk that comes from the garment, filling your senses with Yoongi. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi. You lift your gaze, finding the reflection of Namjoon in the window—sweet, smart Namjoon—and your heart feels so full. 
When you finally turn, Yoongi and Namjoon stand near the doorway, watching you with sweet smiles. Namjoon's arm is draped over Yoongi's shoulders, and Yoongi has his arms crossed loosely over his chest. 
"Thank you," you mutter, tears falling as soon as both Yoongi's and Namjoon's smiles widen. 
You feel at awe with how beautiful they both are; how perfect this feels. 
Although you would love nothing more than to stay in this hotel room with the two of them and show your appreciation for this grand gesture—preferably on your knees, or perhaps on your back—you are eager to sightsee. Namjoon takes all the suitcases into the bedroom while Yoongi retrieves a bottle of champagne from a bucket of ice that had been left by hotel staff, and you approach Yoongi, wiping the tear streaks from your cheeks. 
"I don't know how you will ever top this," you tease, attempting to keep your cool despite sniffling. 
"Oh?" Yoongi asks with an amused smile, looking up from his task of carefully uncorking the bottle in his hands. 
"Should have started somewhere like New York or…I don't know…Canada, first."
This makes Yoongi chuckle, and you smile wider as his eyes scrunch into tight crescents. 
"Why on earth would I take you to Canada?" he asks, shaking his head. 
"I don't know!" you snap in your defense, "I was trying to think of less impressive places!"
Yoongi laughs harder, gripping tightly to the champagne, and you swat him on the arm; the joke was hardly that funny, you think. 
"Don't balk at Canada!" Namjoon calls from the bedroom, causing you and Yoongi to look at one another quizzically before laughing some more. 
"I mean it!" he continues, poking his head out from the room, "The aurora borealis there is supposed to be pretty incredible. I have always wanted to see one."
"We could go to Iceland for that too," Yoongi mutters, seeming to be seriously considering Namjoon's proposition. 
You would love to see the aurora borealis; in fact, you think you would go absolutely anywhere with these men. Even to Canada.
The dress Namjoon picks for you to wear to dinner makes you chuckle. It is so…cute…you almost feel like a cartoon princess sliding into it. Ordinarily, you are outfitted in dark shades—emeralds and blacks—and cascading skirts. So when you hold the sugar pink Alexander McQueen scoop neck mini dress with a polyfaille skirt showcasing an exaggerated, diagonal ruffle seam, you nibble on your lip and look to Namjoon to make sure he is serious. 
Yoongi picks a pair of shiny black platform ankle boots to go with the dress, and you opt to style your hair simply, applying minimal makeup to your eyes—just enough to make them pop—and forgo jewelry. As Namjoon zips your dress and smooths his palms over your back, you glance out the window at the Eiffel Tower, reminding yourself that you are in Paris, and you bite your lip as you smile, overcome with adoration. 
Namjoon gets dressed in a simple black raised-collar jacket with a white shirt beneath, tucked into black slacks. He styles his hair off his forehead, and he puts on burgundy leather boots, forgoing jewelry as well. 
Yoongi keeps the tan and beige outfit. His hair lies flat and long, tucked behind his ears, and he wears a gold rockstud choker low on his neck. He completes the look with beige boots and a dusting of eyeshadow that accentuates the shapes of his eyes beautifully. You can't help but stare. 
"Has anyone told you, you kind of look like a cat?" you ask as Yoongi straightens out the tan blazer that you reluctantly returned to him so you could get dressed. 
Yoongi's eyebrows raise, lips part, and he chuckles, shaking his head. Pink rises to his cheeks, and you wonder if perhaps you have hit on a sore spot. Namjoon bursting out with laughter that he had clearly been trying to hold in only confirms your suspicions. 
"Awe, really? You have been told you look like a cat?" you tease, approaching Yoongi and wrapping your arms around his waist. He pouts, looking to Namjoon over your shoulder, eyes downturned and begging to be saved, and you feel the urge to keep poking, simply because he is so precious. "I'm gonna start calling you kitten."
"You are not," Yoongi complains, but Namjoon chimes in, "Oh, I love that…our pretty kitten," adding fuel to the fire. 
With a sigh, Yoongi looks at you, brows knit and clearly trying to fight a smile. 
"Fine," he concedes. "But not in public."
Pleased, you stand on your toes and place a kiss on the apple of Yoongi's cheek, muttering, "That works for me, kitten."
"Alright," Yoongi grumbles, attempting feebly to pull from your hug, which you tighten with a giggle, "let's go get something to eat, yeah?"
"Yes, please," Namjoon sighs. All you had was champagne, finding yourselves too distracted with getting dressed to order any room service. 
"Sounds good to me, kitten," you respond, smacking one more kiss to Yoongi's cheek before letting him go, and god he looks so cute when he gets sulky.
Dinner is a blur of red wine, medium-rare meat, and perfectly seasoned vegetables—a three michelin star meal, according to Yoongi. You hardly process the dining hall that is somehow more lavish than everything else you have seen and stumble onto the street in an intoxicated haze. When Yoongi drives to the Eiffel Tower just as the sun begins to set, you pinch yourself on the arm to make sure you are, in fact, awake. 
And it is there, heart so full of emotions you feel ready to burst, nearly a thousand feet in the air, overlooking the city of love while the sun drops below the horizon, that you turn to Yoongi first, then Namjoon, with tears in your eyes, and mutter to one and then to the other, "I love you."
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You hardly have a chance to get your boots off before Namjoon has you in his arms and is carrying you off to the bedroom with your skirt bunched at your hips and your face nuzzled into his neck. Yoongi is close behind, slipping from his boots by the door, setting the metal choker down in a gentle clatter against a marble table, and dropping his tan blazer to the floor in a light whoosh of fabric. 
These men are ravenous the second you are set down on the edge of the mattress, with Yoongi dropping to his knees between your spreading thighs while Namjoon kneels behind you, gently unzipping the dress that he rather eagerly pulls over your head and tosses aside. Sitting in only white satin panties, you lean back, anchored on your palms, hearing rather than seeing Namjoon getting undressed behind you. 
"Say it again," Yoongi instructs, eyes wide and burning into you, covering you in the heat of his stare. 
Suddenly, you feel shy and nibble on your bottle lip as the warmth crawls up your neck. You meant it when you said it, but it was so in the moment, you had not considered saying it again. 
"I—" you begin, then swallow a lump. 
Yoongi stands, gently takes your chin in both hands, and pulls you into a kiss, moaning into your mouth, which falls pliant for him to do as he pleases. 
"I love you, darling," he says against your lips, opening his eyes wide—the only thing you can see from this proximity. 
"I love you," you whisper, testing it out, liking how it sounds—how it feels—before repeating it with more conviction. "I love you, Yoongi."
You could swear he has tears in his eyes when he straightens out and begins to undress. Fingertips dance over your shoulder and neck, then lips touch your skin, tickling as hot breath ghosts over you, causing you to break into goosebumps. 
"And you, Namjoon," you mutter softly through a giggle, lifting your shoulder as a defense against his tickling. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart," Namjoon responds, soft and deep in a tone reserved just for you and Yoongi. 
For the first time, you experience what you imagine others refer to as making love. Though persistent and heated, neither Yoongi's nor Namjoon's movements are rushed. They take their time building your arousal past the breaking point, slowly and steadily pushing and pulling you over the edge, touching you like an instrument they know by heart, creating symphonies with your body and theirs. 
When you crash in a tangle of sweat, exhausted from the long trip and extravagant day, your heart feels full and your head feels clear. This is the feeling you feared the most—the knowledge that if anything took this away from you, you may surely wither and die. It has been fear that has kept you from feeling the full embrace of love, but you fall asleep with a smile, certain that, for once, you are ready to let go and allow yourself the freedom of being happy. 
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When you wake up, Yoongi is hurriedly getting dressed in his tan and beige suit from the night before, muttering about meeting someone over a last-minute deal. 
"I didn't expect to do any work, but an old friend is in town," he explains while planting a kiss on your forehead. "You should sightsee while I'm away. There are great cafés; treat yourself to a shopping spree."
"Sounds good," you respond, looking forward to wandering the nearby streets and taking in the sights. 
"Namjoon is at the gym, but if you want to wait for him, he should be back in an hour or so."
An hour feels like too long to wait, and you are already slipping into a black satin mini slip dress and black flats. 
"I'll be good on my own," you insist once you are dressed, pulling Yoongi close to plant a kiss against his jaw. "Good luck with your deal, kitten."
At the nickname, Yoongi nibbles on his lip, then he kisses you on the forehead and takes his leave. The afternoon is young, and you grab a small black purse and head out the door with nothing but your cell phone, Yoongi's black credit card, and a smile on your face. 
Although the storefronts are enticing, you feel restless by the prospect of shopping alone, and decide it would be best to bring the guys back another time, should the urge strike you again. Truth be told, you have more than you could possibly want at the mansion as it is, with the two of them surprising you with luxurious garments dangling from hangers on a regular basis. There is nothing you truly feel that you need, so instead you take in the sights, window shop, and snap some photos to be uploaded online at a later time. 
Hours pass meandering the streets, and you return to the room holding a big bouquet of pink and white long-stemmed roses and a bag of danishes in one hand while balancing a cardboard drink holder containing three lattes in the other. A sweet old man sold flowers from a small booth near the café you stopped at, and you could not resist bringing a bundle of them back to the hotel, despite already having your hands full.
The small marble table beside the door to your suite comes in handy as you gently place the drink carrier down and dig into your purse for the room key. With a smile, you quietly insert and turn the key, doing your best not to alert the men to your return, with the intention of surprising them with treats.
You lied, saying you would be out a little later, hoping to surprise them with your arrival. Namjoon should have returned from the gym by now, and you expect Yoongi may be back as well, so your hope is that they are both together, and possibly in the middle of something sweet or steamy for you to walk in on. 
As the wooden door creaks open, a strange vinegary scent hits your nose. But, Paris is full of strange smells, so you do not overthink it as you drop the key into your purse and pick up the drinks. The suite is surprisingly quiet, which sets a feeling of disappointment in your tummy; you were really hoping to return to at least one of your men.
It is precarious, but you manage to slip from your shoes while keeping everything in your hands balanced. From the bedroom, you think you hear a soft sound, almost like a hiss, and you turn your attention toward the noise with a smile. 
"Namjoon?" you call, slowly walking through the large suite to the tall double doors of the bedroom. "Yoongi?"
You catch the sound of a deep, low groan, and you stop in your tracks. It was definitely a Yoongi noise, but what is he up to? And is he alone? You nibble on your bottom lip as you tip-toe closer, eager to hear more sweet sounds. When silence continues to fill the space you step a little more quickly, feeling your heart pound while you carry the many items you have forward. 
One of the large double doors is open about an inch, and you tap it gently with your toe, willing it to move just enough to peek your head inside before stepping in completely. It takes a moment for the scene to come fully into view, covering you head to toe in an icy chill that holds you trapped in place. 
Yoongi sits on the edge of the mattress with his head hung low, drooping forward. His right arm is outstretched with the sleeve of his beige silk shirt rolled up past his elbow. A pinkish mark wraps around his upper arm, as if something had been tightly tied around it and had only just been removed, and cradled in his left hand, which hangs limply over his knee, is a needle.
"Kit—Yoongi?" you try, voice coming out shaky and hoarse. 
There may as well be a barrier between the two of you because Yoongi does not stir. The urge to run to him and check his pulse or slap his face or scream at him is high, but you are unable to move. 
You hear it before you feel it. The flowers, bag of danishes, and tray of coffee slip from your fingers and hit the floor in a heavy crash of paper and liquid. The scalding feeling of spilt coffee burns your feet and you slowly take two steps backward until you are met with the closed of the two doors, and you wrap your hand around the edge of it, clinging onto the painted wood like a lifeline. 
Slowly, Yoongi turns his head, blinking heavily. He appears happy and then, all at once, terrified, dropping the needle from his hand and attempting to get up. But his limbs seem too heavy, and he just places his hands on the edge of the bed and sighs, slumped forward with a dazed, distant look in his eyes.
"Darling, it's not—" he begins to mutter, syllables jumbled and slurred and coming out in a pile that is hardly recognizable as words. 
"What did you do?" you ask, frozen in place against the door. 
Frantically, it occurs to you that you need Namjoon. Where is Namjoon?
"I just—" Yoongi hangs his head low and although you hear no sound, you watch his shoulders bounce as if he is either laughing or crying. "Hyunjin and–and everything—I fucked up. What if…what if I lose you, too?"
Hot tears stream down your face as a large, deep exhale pushes from your lungs, and suddenly, you are able to move. Slung over your torso is your small black purse, the presence of which you are made aware of as everything comes back into focus and you are able to make sense of what is happening. Although the ringing in your ears grows in pitch, you do your best to stay grounded and present. 
All at once in a frenzy, you yank the purse from below your arm until it rests over your tummy, and you begin to navigate its flaps and zippers with shaking hands, desperate to find your phone. You nearly drop it as you pull it out and, fucking up your passcode—9394—twice before the screen lights up with your many useless apps and widgets shining brightly, making your vision blur. Rather than make sense of your contact list, you open your messaging app, find Namjoon at the top of the list, and then call him from there. 
Yoongi lays back against the bed with his eyes wide, staring at the ceiling while his arms move out to both sides. You want to go to him, to hug him and kiss him and beg him for answers. You also want to grab one of the expensive vases that litter this gaudy suite and bash his fucking face in. 
"Sweetheart?" you hear Namjoon ask distantly, and you blink heavily as you remember that you had placed a phone call. "Are you already back in the room?"
The phone had only been partially lifted to your ear, and you pull it quickly the rest of the way. 
"N-Namjoon," you whimper, feeling the weight of the world crushing your chest as a sob follows the sound of his name. 
"What is it? Are you alright?"
You shake your head uselessly and sniffle. 
"Yoongi, he's—I—" You cannot bring yourself to say it; you cannot wrap your lips around the words. 
"Is Yoongi safe? Is he there with you?"
"He's…he's…using—Namjoon, help…" 
A heavy sob breaks through you, and you collapse, sliding down to the floor, sitting in warm coffee. Namjoon is out at some unknown location, Yoongi is using heroin, and you are trapped in Paris with nowhere to go—with no home to return to that feels like your own.
"Fuck," Namjoon responds, which sounds far away as your phone slips from your ear and your arm begins to fall to the cold marble floor. 
You think you hear Namjoon say he will be right here before the call ends and the screen goes black, but all you can do is stare ahead at the crème-colored satin sheets in which you confessed your love with all your body and heart the night before, and cry. 
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You hardly perceive the conversation—if you can call it that—which takes place once Namjoon arrives. All you parse amidst the storm is frantically demanding to be taken back to Korea, thrashing your arms as Namjoon attempts to comfort you, and calling Yoongi a barrage of terrible things. You wished you had never met him; wished you had never told him you loved him. 
The look of hurt on his face plays over in your mind whenever you blink. It feels as if hours pass before Yoongi is cognizant, and the moment he attempts to console you, you freak out, screaming and shoving him away. 
How dare he turn to a drug that serious, especially during this trip? What was he thinking; how could he be so selfish?
You feel flabbergasted and foolish, knowing that it was he who Namjoon and Jeongguk were discussing out on the mezzanine the other day. How dare Namjoon keep his suspicions over something like this from you? You confessed your love for them; does that mean nothing to them?
Unable to relax, Namjoon offers you a xanax. And although you are furious with him for doling out drugs at a time like this, you pop it into your mouth with a gulp of flat, warm champagne and allow yourself to sink into the cream-colored couch. You threaten them, telling them that you had better be on a fucking airplane when you wake up; the sight of both of them makes you so sick that you hug a pillow with your back turned to the room and fall asleep sobbing, feeling crushed under the weight of heartache and disappointment. 
To your surprise, when you wake from a dreamless sleep, you are not on an airplane, and it is Jimin's smiling face that greets you. 
"Hmm?" you grumble as you release the pillow and turn, stretching your sore limbs, which have been bunched up on the couch. "What are you doing here?"
The suite is dark, with only two lamps lighting the space, and you glance around, noticing that all traces of your visit are gone, with the exception of a long peacoat, your purse, and your shoes. All hints of Yoongi and Namjoon have been taken away.
"I'm here to take you home," Jimin says softly, lips fallen into a frown. 
A sob shakes through your chest as you sit up and wrap your arms around Jimin's neck, pulling him into you until he loses his balance and leans, hugging his arms around you. Jimin shushes you as the fight to not cry becomes a losing battle, rubbing his palms up and down your back. 
"I promise you, we had no idea," he mutters, and although you have no reason to believe he may be lying, his words do not soothe you one bit. The idea of Yoongi keeping such a secret from not only you but Namjoon chills you to the bone. What else might he be hiding?
"I was so scared," you sputter through sobs, sniffling loudly against the palm of your hand. "I said horrible things."
"I know," Jimin responds sweetly, hugging you tighter. "I'm sure he understands. And I'm sure he deserves some of those things. Maybe not all, but…you have every right to be afraid and angry."
"I just don't understand," you sob, feeling hopeless. 
With a sigh, Jimin tightens the hug before releasing it. 
"Let's talk more on the plane?" he offers, and you nod, sniffling and rubbing the back of your hand over your nose. 
Jimin stands tall in a long black peacoat, and he walks to where a matching one hangs and grabs it. You approach and allow him to drape the garment over your shoulders, still wearing the coffee-stained black satin slip dress, and you grab onto the lapels to hug it tight while Jimin gathers your purse and checks the room to make sure nothing is being left behind. 
The walk down to the lobby is quiet, but Jimin's presence speaks volumes. He is patient and kind, standing tall beside you, offering warm, delicate touches when you struggle to hold your composure. A black sedan waits outside, and Jimin retrieves the key from the man behind a valet podium, then he unlocks the door and opens it for you, waiting for you to slide inside. 
The sky is dark; an entire day passed while you slept in a ball on that couch. 
Although you are grateful, you dread what happens next. Once you get onto an airplane and return to Seoul, you will be stuck sharing a bed with a stranger. After all these months you feel like you are back at square one, if not further than where you started. Do you know Yoongi at all? Is it possible that he has been honest with you about anything?
Jimin gets into the vehicle and drives to the airport. It is then that you finally begin to get your myriad thoughts in order and attempt to make a decision.
"I can't go home," you blurt, half expecting Jimin to argue.
"Alright," he says simply, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. 
"Alright?" you ask, watching to see if he is fucking with you.
Jimin shrugs and glances at you before turning his gaze back to the road. "You don't have to go home. Do you want to stay here?"
A shiver runs along your spine, and you respond, "No," unsure whether you can ever return to Paris again. At least, for now, you need to create some distance. 
"Do you want to stay with me?" Jimin offers, and you drop your gaze to your hands, which fidget in your lap.
"I don't want to be a burden," you mutter, surprised when Jimin chuckles. 
"Please, dove, I own a mansion. And I practically live at work; you would hardly see me."
You nod, willing to accept his offer without any more arguing. After all, the homes they all own are rather large; if you wanted to, you could probably go days avoiding him. Not that you imagine you would. 
"Can I come to the club too?" you ask, suddenly curious about what it is like inside the brothels. As far as you have been able to glean, they are nightclubs—like Serendipity—or strip clubs—like Paradise. 
"Sure," Jimin offers easily, smiling softly while glancing briefly at you. "But I am not teaching you how to dance. Yoongi would kill me."
Although you had not previously considered learning, the thought of having anything denied makes you cross your arms over your chest and pout. 
"But what if I want to learn?" you ask in a small voice, winning you a louder chuckle. 
"We'll see," is all Jimin says as he pulls into a gated entrance, flashes an identification card, and begins to drive over to a private jet that looks identical to the one you flew over in. 
Jimin parks beside the aircraft and a team of men in black suits open the doors for the two of you and usher you up the small set of steel steps. Wind whips around, and you are relieved to return to warmth as you take the final step into the jet. 
The interior is nearly identical to Yoongi's—black, gold, and mahogany—only the lights are all light blue, with red light shining from the small bedroom all the way to the back. 
"How did you get here so fast?" you ask as you make your way to the small leather couch and plop down. 
Jimin bows to the staff who close the airplane door, then he turns to you and shrugs. "I was in the area."
At this, you scoff, unsure what that might even mean. 
"In the area?" you parrot in a mocking tone, sniffling embarrassingly loudly.
"After everything that has been going on, I needed a break," Jimin explains as he approaches and sits beside you. Without warning, he pulls his legs up onto the small couch and slides onto his side, resting his head in your lap. The movement is so vulnerable and sweet, and you do not second guess it, wrapping an arm over his arm and chest and allowing yourself to comfort the both of you as he continues.
"I own that suite you were staying in, and a penthouse not too far from there, and happened to be around, so Namjoon called and asked if I would take care of you while he gets Yoongi home. He was actually with me when you called, but I wasn't sure if it would be appropriate for me to join him, so I waited."
You grunt in response, displeased to hear their names and picture their beautiful, stupid faces. 
"Namjoon will assist him in getting the help he needs," Jimin offers quietly, and you huff out a sigh and rest your head back, staring at the shiny off-white ceiling. 
"What if he doesn't?" you ask weakly, feeling the heavy emptiness return to your chest. "I told them that I love them, Jimin. And this is what he does. I don't know what to do; how can I love someone who does something like that?"
Jimin sighs and nuzzles into your thigh, attempting to hug you at the angle he lays, and then he sits up, pulls his legs under him, and turns until he is facing you. As soon as he opens his mouth, the pilot announces that the plane is ready for takeoff, causing him to chuckle softly and shake his head. Then he takes your hands in his and you turn your body as well, facing him with your ankles tucked beneath you. 
"Heroin is a terrible drug," Jimin states with sadness in his eyes. "Yoongi…he got into it at a young age, using pills first. And when Ryujin left…things got really bad for a while. We all thought we might lose him."
"I thought he wanted her to leave," you mutter, more of a statement than a question.
Jimin squeezes your hands and drops his gaze down as he says, "Sometimes important decisions—ones that we know we have to make—still hurt like hell."
You think back to Felix telling you about Jimin and his ex, and the choice he made to take the man's life. You wonder what other decisions he has had to make that must have hurt like hell. You wonder what decisions you will be faced with. 
Suddenly, you remember Seokjin's proposition, and you wonder how difficult it might be to disappear completely. Maybe you do not take up his offer to help them spy on Ryujin. Maybe…maybe you leave Korea entirely, at least for a little while. 
"I have more questions, but…" you nibble on your cheek, feeling nausea rise as the plane lightly jolts and begins to ascend into the sky. "I don't think I want to talk about this more right now. Can we watch a movie, instead?"
Jimin smiles and pulls you into a hug, and you let out a large breath you had not realized you had been holding onto. Everything feels a little less uncertain and scary now that Jimin is around, and you are grateful for his friendship. 
"We'll talk when you're ready," Jimin says, hugging you tighter, and you close your eyes and feel more tears well up.
"Thank you, Jimin," you mutter, feeling sadness and hope quake behind your ribs. "Thank you for everything."
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Take onе in the temple, my tonguе is a vessel I try to be careful with the thing inside my chest You shoot for the memory so you can forget me I'll leave if you let me, ooh
But I won't die for love But ever since I met you You could have my heart And I would break it for you
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in case baby armys don't catch the reference: when Yoongi says, "Figured I can't bring you all the way to Hong Kong without taking you to Hong Kong," is a reference to Cypher Pt. 3 where he refers to giving an orgasm as to taking someone to Hong Kong.
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𓋜 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𓋜
[customizable: pls specify preferred person]
𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝟐𝟒€
Your [person] in a nutshell. This include their current energy, personality, overall vibe, physical appearance, background, lifestyle & general messages about you as a couple
𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝟏𝟐€
Oh who is this? Curious about how you and your [person] are going to meet? This reading shows that and what you both would think of each other the first moment you saw each other
𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟓€
Not sure how things are going between you & your [person]? This reading can help to know how they feel about you at the moment.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝟖€
just like a spell they can only see you now. In this reading the secret will be revealed to how you bewitched them and make them fall in love with you.
𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝟐𝟎€
The knight in shining armor or a friend turning lover? Anything else? This reading provides you with information about how your [person] would conquer your heart + what kind of love trope you’ll be experiencing with them.
𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝟕€
Keep getting glances and growing interest from your specific person? Let us find out what they find attractive about you & what drew them to you to begin with.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟖€
Types of love that makes one remember. How does yours look like? Let me describe how it feels like to be loved by you.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝟑𝟎€
Everyone wants to have a love they can mark as their perfect story. This reading will give you a glimpse of your love story with your person
𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝟖€
feeling is what determined how we know someone means something to us. How about a look at how your [person] would make you feel?
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 - 𝟗€
How can someone be so perfect in every way? This reading shows what they love about you and what sets you apart in their eyes
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝟔€
Want to know how your [person] show or express their feelings to you? This reading will provide a look at their love languages
𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 - 𝟏𝟎€
A peek at how your first date with your [person] will be like and all the emotions involved
𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝟏𝟐€
The moment that decides and creates everything. This reading tells what makes them realized you’re the one for them and that they’re in love with you forever and ever
𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝟗€
Decided. Claimed. They’re yours. Absolutely loyal. This reading shows how they will devote themself and show devotion to you.
𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝟓€
I do this. Can you do that? This reading gives a clue on what your role and their role is in the relationship
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 - 𝟏𝟕€
All the whispers saying just how good you two look together but have you ever thought of the "why"? In this reading you’ll know what makes you the perfect pair + a look at your compatibility with each other
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝟐𝟎€
Have you ever wondered why you meet certain people that can change your heart in a certain way? This reading may give you a clue on the meaning for knowing each other. A look at what this relationship will bring you and the purpose behind this connection.
𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐯 - 𝟏𝟎€
How about a take from someone who sees things from another perspective? In this reading I’ll tell you how I would describe you to your [person] as a psychic
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟒€
In reverse how would your [person] describe you if they were honest? A look at what you are like in their eyes + a song showing how they imagine their future life with you.
𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝟏𝟎€
Isn’t it romantic? Communicating in the old way. Here is a sweet love letter from your person
𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 - 𝟕€
Love can blind but don’t let it be too late for you to return back. This reading provides a look at what red flags you didn’t see and what you are ignorant about in your relationship
𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€
Hidden feelings for you. From whom could it be? Let’s see who is secretly having feelings for you and how do they feel about you now.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟕€
you are single and want to manifest some love into your life? let's take a look at what you can do to attract love in order to meet a partner
𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓€
16 facts about your [person’s] good and bad qualities
𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟒€
Do you want to know what’s being kept hidden in them? But don’t tell nobody! This reading tells you about 2 random secrets of your [person]
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ᥫ᭡ 18+ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ᥫ᭡
[customizable: pls specify preferred person]
DISCLAIMER HERE ⊂ 🍸 ⊃
NO MINORS ALLOWED! You’re responsible for your own choice. I do not take any responsibility if an Age fabrication were to take place. In this case you’ll be blocked from further interaction and using my services.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝟐𝟕€
nsfw reading that covers aspects such as your first time together, their fantasies and their late night thoughts about you
𝐏𝐘𝐋𝐌 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€
Their sexual style, possible kinks & favorite things
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰… - 𝟖€
You little thing. You make me blush. What could this be about? This reading shows you what are the things that will make your [person] shy about you and what will make you shy about them
𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝟗€
It’s your aura. It’s the energy that’s coming from you. This reading describes what your sexual aura & energy is like.
𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝟏𝟎€
What is your power to wrap them around your finger that easily? This reading talks about your sexual power
𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐝/𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝟔€
Can’t look away. There is a reason for that. Here you’ll know what your sexual appeal is like and how it's perceived by those around you
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 - 𝟏𝟎€
Sweet or sour? What does it feel like to have s*x with you
𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€
nsfw reading about what they love about you. This can range from your characteristics, skills, appearance to a combination of how you make them feel and what they feel about you sexually.
𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝟏𝟐€
Obsessed with you! What turns them on & what drives them crazy about you? Here’s the answer.
𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝟐𝟎€
We’re all lead by our senses. Touch is one way to open the gate of feelings. This reading tells what do they feel when they touch you & how do you feel when you touch them.
𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐤𝐲 - 𝟏𝟓€
"It’s the feeling when your hands running down my body". This reading gives a look at your intimacy with each other. How does your sexual dynamic work together?
𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€
It’s getting hot in here! This reading shows your sexual chemistry with each other
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝟖€
Can I show you how it’s supposed to feel? This reading shows how they like to make love with you
𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟔€
Lust or love? Here are 20 sexy love messages from your [person]
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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 - 𝟔€
Ever wondered what type of career you can or should do? Let’s take a look at your skills and abilities to see what type of career would suit you best.
𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝟗€
You know what you want to do but still have doubts about it? I got you. This reading gives a look on what skills will be required of you in your career & what steps you must take in order to achieve this career.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 - 𝟓€
Busy days, busy nights. A look at your current energy in your job and work. What needs improvement?
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𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 - 𝟓 €
Did you realize how we always search for love in everyone and everything other than us? Why not give love to yourself? You’re the cause of your existence. The cause of all. A message to yourself in a loving, most sincere and beautiful way. This is a love letter to yourself.
𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟕€
A remedy for all ills; cure-all. A solution for all difficulties. Self love is the best thing in the world and the answer to everything. Do you want to know how? This reading will show you ways to love yourself more.
𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐢𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡) - 𝟏𝟓€
Take a look at what makes you happy and how to open your heart and promotes feelings of unconditional love, compassion, forgiveness, peace, balance and harmony.
𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝟔€
Life is beautiful in many ways. We just don’t see it because we’re so focused on the negative things that makes our life only harder. This reading shows how and in what aspect you are blessed with in your life.
𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 - 𝟓€
It’s your vibe but how do I explain this? This reading tells you what your energy is like
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟔€
Cold, hot, warm? This reading points out how you come across to others at first meeting
𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝟓€
Those eyes that can kill or melt one’s heart. This reading tells what people think when they look in your eyes
𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 - 𝟏𝟓€
A take on how you see yourself vs how others see you + a bonus of how you would describe yourself in your own words vs how others would describe you from their pov
𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 - 𝟕€
A look at some of your unique traits and qualities to know why you should and can be proud of them
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮! - 𝟔€
Do you know that we’re actually the one who’s constantly judging ourselves and not others? This reading gives a view on why you shouldn’t be insecure
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€
Ever thought of why people admire you? This will give the answer to what’s so special about you that others look up to.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟓€
What is the (secret) power that you hold and how to channel it + your hidden talents
𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 - 𝟓€
What do you keep to yourself? This reading shows what people find mysterious about you
𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐭 - 𝟓€
Trendsetter. Not everyone can be and do that. This reading tells you what others copy from you
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝟕€
How do you look? This reading describes what type of beauty you have
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 - 𝟕€
Star quality but do you know what makes it? This reading tells you just what makes you a star
𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫 - 𝟕€
What distorted picture do you have of yourself?
𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡- 𝟓€
Ever wondered why some people react strongly to you? This reading gives you the reason to why and in what way you trigger others
𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝟓€
Do you want to know how you are perceived online? This reading will tell how you are viewed online
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟖€
So beautiful inside and outside. A reading that tells what makes you beautiful in general and in the eyes of other people
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 - 𝟓€
We’re not perfect. This reading reveals both your strengths and weaknessess
𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝟏𝟎€
Beauty exists in us even if it’s not the perfect image of what we think or even if it’s not visible to our eyes yet. This reading gives ways to how you can enhance your beauty even more. This will include physical, emotional and personality characteristics.
𝐌𝐞, 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 - 𝟕€
How are you feeling? Do you also sometimes feel like you don’t know what you’re feeling and how confusing it all is but at the same time all feels empty? It’s because you don’t have a clue or know the answer to yourself. This reading provides a look at your current energy and how to improve it for better.
𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝟔 €
Peace of mind is the essential part for human to function well and prevent health issues to take a toll on us so this reading lets you figure out what’s stressing you and what you can focus on right now to ease and release that stress.
𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝟏𝟎€
We’ve been though a lot. This is all we need, don’t you think? This reading shows where you are on the path to healing and what’s still left to heal.
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 - 𝟏𝟓€
What does your soul tell you? This reading shows ways that you're healing and suggest more ways for you to heal your soul.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 - 𝟖€
We are all energy living in this universe and experiencing life but you know what keeps us alive… is our soul. This reading shows you how to nurture your soul to experience life whole-fully.
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝟗€
You said you don’t wanna be sad anymore so what are the things that you can do to be happier and focus on your growth? You can find that out in this option.
𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€
Have you ever thought about what’s the only thing that would and can last forever if we were gone? It’s love. Here you might find the light that will guide you back to your capacity to give love.
𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟗€
"I want to be me but better!". This reading helps you to know how to and find ways for you to evolve into a better version of yourself.
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐞! - 𝟖€
Like a different person! This reading provides a look at your old version vs your best version. What has changed?
𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟏𝟎€
Hidden in you. Is it fulfilled? A look at your inner child. How does it look like and what are the things that your inner child is missing and craving from you?
𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝟏𝟐€
We sometimes forget or even don’t see how far we’ve come. It’s time to celebrate yourself. In this reading you’ll be reminded of your achievements, growth, transformation and development so far.
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐞 - 𝟑𝟎€
The purpose to your existence. This reading gives you an insight to what your soul mission is in this lifetime
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟏𝟓€
Some of the lessons you need to learn
𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝟐𝟎€
This reading provides a look at how you can find your way to your purpose
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 - 𝟓€
The feeling of the unknown. This reading might give a clue on what secrets are being kept from you
𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓€
Danger and ill intentions are lurking around the corner. This reading advices you on what you should keep hidden from others
𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟓€
"Can’t bring myself to say it but in case you forget…". This reading tells you what people wish they could say to you
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☾. 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☾.
𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝟕€
This reading shows what miracles and blessing the universe has for you and will bring you
𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ��𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 - 𝟗€
This reading will tell what wish of yours might come into fruition and what to do to make it happen
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 - 𝟏𝟏€
This reading looks up on which spirit guide(s) has visited you and will pass you their messages
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 - 𝟕€
Comforting messages and advices from your higher self
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✼ 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✼
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝟔€
What does this [month] has in store for you including what is coming towards you and what you can do to make the best out of it
𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝟕€
How would your life look like in the next few months and what are you attracting at the moment?
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[customizable: pls specify preferred person]
𝐲𝐞𝐬/𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟏€ 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 (Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝟏𝟒€
Vibe; aesthetic of your [person]/ your relationship with them/ your dream life/ your dream career/ aesthetic; style based on your energy
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 - 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝟑€
𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟎€
do you need a quick answer? choose this option and receive your answer within 48h (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)
𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝟕€
do you want a reading but want it to be your own question? You can! (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)
"𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬" 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€
This reading consists of your own three questions related to anything (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝟓€
This reading tells you what you need to hear right now.
𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝟑€
30 Keywords hinting at what you’re attracting at the moment
𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝟑€
Random messages related to your love life telling how it’ll look like in the next few months
𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 - 𝟒€
short honest messages to how to open a new chapter in your life and what you need to leave behind to start a new cycle
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝟒€
30 Keywords about what your life might look like in 5 years
𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝟒€
short letter from your inner child that shows what your younger self thinks about you now
𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡é𝐫𝐢𝐞 - 𝟒€
Message from your future self
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝟒€
some sweet hidden thoughts from your person. Messages that their soul keeps vibrating towards you.
𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 - 𝟑€
What’s their taste? Here are 5 random things your [person] likes & dislike about
𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? - 𝟑€
Random messages for you. It could be anything and from anyone
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐖 𝐢𝐧 [𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫] - 𝟓€
This reading tells about your breakthrough
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