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elysiansparadise · 2 years

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Chiron: Our wounds in the chart

⚷ Chiron is a comet-asteroid that helps us spot some of our wounds. In addition to that, Chiron usually symbolizes the way in which we can heal, as well as show a little charisma through the chart, however in this post I will only talk about wounds and healing. You can get to know yours on Astro.com in the section “additional objects”.

🟫Chiron in 1st house: The wounds fall on oneself, the natives with this placement may have problems accepting themselves, both some facets of their personality and themselves. Self-esteem issues, dissatisfaction with your body, and a desire for a change in your body. The natives have problems to show themselves as they are, to be themselves when surrounded by other people, they are somewhat introverted. They help others to feel better about themselves, to see their good and positive sides, but many times they cannot see something bright in themselves. They question themselves a lot, they may have a tendency to doubt themselves and be somewhat insecure.

🟤Chiron in Aries: The wound lies in the feeling of not being able to be themselves without feeling judged. Ego wounds. Tendency to repress anger. Feeling that in the past they were very submissive and not wanting to be so anymore. Fear of taking the initiative. Much focus on body imperfections that others do not notice.

🤎Ways to work on this: Make a list of things you are good at. Look in the mirror and say loving or positive words to yourself. Find ways to express yourself. Wear comfortable clothes that allow you to feel good about your body. Do not compare yourself with people and progress independently. Accept yourself little by little and just as you are aware of your flaws, become aware of your virtues. Take the advice you give to others. By helping others you help yourself.

🟫Chiron in 2nd house: Insecurity lies in self-worth and self-esteem. The native can be very critical of themselves, they can feel that they aren’t safe no matter where they are. They feel that they have never known stability, and may have had a life with many ups and downs and a sense of little consistency from others. They may not fully enjoy indulging or spoiling themselves. Fear of becoming too attached to things or people.They may feel empty inside, as if something is missing to be completely happy. These natives always make others feel good about who they are, show them that they are enough, that they are beautiful, and open their eyes to see all the good that surrounds them.

🟤Chiron in Taurus: They do not feel stability in their life or in their relationships. Feeling of not being worth as much as others. They do not value themselves or their abilities. They may either have a tendency to develop some kind of attachment or have difficulty sticking to something. Dissatisfied with the way your body looks.

🤎Ways to work on this: Look in the mirror and tell yourself that you value yourself. Buy nice details. Organize your space and throw away the things that you no longer use or do not serve you. Try to get some exercise to clear your mind or go for a walk. Find and play with your style and aesthetic. Sleep when you need to, eat when you need to, listen to your body. Massage your body, your legs and buy essences to purify your environment. Take long showers or baths.

🟫Chiron in 3rd house: The wounds can come from the native's school days, they could have difficulties connecting with others and even difficulties feeling ready or able to learn. They can talk to themselves in a brusque and somewhat insensitive way. Some of them have been judged for their way of thinking and their opinions, people could make them feel unintelligent. They tend to doubt their abilities. You may have trouble connecting with others, feel like you don't make yourself understood, that others don't listen to you, or that what you say isn't important when in fact, it’s really important. You are an excellent listener and an amazing counselor, your words heal and are valuable.

🟤Chiron in Gemini: The voice in their minds can be a bit cruel and overly critical. They don't trust their thoughts. They doubt a lot. Wounds caused by brothers or cousins. Feeling of not being understood when you want to say something. They feel that they are not being heard or that others don’t appreciate what they are saying.

🤎Ways to work on this: Keep a journal where you constantly vent. Writing can be healing for you. Sing. Look for activities to spend your mental energy. Take walks with music to relax. Write the ideas you have. Draw. Talk to the people you love, say what you feel you want and don't care what others think. Write a letter to yourself, either telling how your day was or a love letter to yourself. Learn on your own and don't be afraid to ask questions.

🟫Chiron in 4th house: Yesterday's wounds feel as fresh as the sun through the window of a new day. The native has an excellent memory, so excellent that it makes them remember things that hurt them in the past. Carry many emotional wounds in relation to the family, parents and childhood. Could have had a sad and lonely childhood, feeling left out by family. May not have allowed you to be sensitive or have judged them for being very emotional, so they keep what they feel to themselves and may feel uncomfortable having to talk about their emotions and heaviness. Feeling of having lost home. You make others feel comfortable and safe, you do not judge their emotions and you emotionally nurture like no one else.

🟤Chiron in Cancer: There are wounds caused by childhood and the mother. You may feel that your emotions and needs are ignored or unappreciated. Feeling unloved. Fear of being too sensible or vulnerable in others eyes. Difficulty opening up. Fear of being abandoned or feeling that they were abandoned. Fear of being forgotten.

🤎Ways to work on this: Hug yourself. Cook or eat something you like. Write everything you feel. Watch movies you watched in your childhood. Find activities that nurture your inner child. You can meditate. Sleep when you're sleepy, not when you're bored or sad. Cry if you feel like you want to. Satisfy your needs before those of the rest. Swim a little. Take a long bath. Identify your emotions and look for solutions just as you do with others.

🟫Chiron in 5th house: The wound lies in the self-expression and the ego. These natives may feel unappreciated or undervalued, and may deal with the feeling of being ignored and judged by others. May be judged for being “not so rational” when young, becoming more reserved and self-conscious. They may have trouble believing in the potential of their talents or even seeing themselves as talented. They are afraid that others will see them as immature, ridiculous or very incoherent. They decide to be guided more by the mind due to the distrust of being guided by the heart and getting hurt or badly off. They help others see their brilliance and be who they really are without fear of public opinion.

🟤Chiron in Leo: Their fears often block their creativity. Fear that others will harm them and make them feel inferior. Lack of spontaneity. Fear of being ignored or being judged by others. An internal desire to shine and to be recognized for their virtues, for being who they are. Desire to be accepted.

🤎Ways to work on this: Express yourself through art, writing, dance, painting, music. Look in the mirror and say that you love yourself and that you are worth it. Recognize your virtues and talents first. Make a list of everything you're good at. Make a list of virtues that define you. Do the things you want because you want to, not to impress others. Get rid of the opinion of others. Become aware of virtues and flaws, value yourself for the good and work on the bad.

🟫Chiron in 6th house: The wound falls in living in the expectations and trying to be perfect. Natives with this placement have difficulty relaxing, they are prone to demanding a lot from themselves and setting very high standards for themselves. Work hard to improve themselves, too critical of what they do and very hard once they make a mistake. Could feel that family or superiors put more pressure on them. They need to feel productive and useful, they enjoy helping others both on a practical and emotional level, but they do not allow themselves to be helped. Make others aware that they don't have to be perfect, that they are great just the way they are and make them treat themselves more gently.

🟤Chiron in Virgo: Excessive desire for self-control and not showing vulnerability. Inability to accept or ask for help. You can help others so much that you forget to help yourself. You feel like you never do enough or that you don't do it that well. They may have overthinking and anxiety problems.

🤎Ways to work on this: Interact with animals, pet a cat or a dog. Clean your room or area where you spend more time. Water the plants. Go shopping. Make lists where you set small goals and reward yourself when you achieve them. Give yourself a compliment in front of the mirror. When you finish doing something, thank yourself for having done valuable work. After helping others, give yourself some time to fix your own problems. Make it a habit to write in a journal.

🟫Chiron in 7th house: The wound falls in relationships and in the way of interacting with other people. Many people may feel that they connect easily with the native, that they are understood and appreciated, but the native has trouble connecting with others, feeling loved or comfortable with other people. You can have problems in your relationships attracting hurt people, with problems or in the worst cases, victimized people. They have a tendency to keep their distance from others so as not to get hurt, they fear the idea of infidelity or that their partner does not trust them. They are people with a lot of tact and understanding of the pain of others, empathetic and people trust them easily.

🟤Chiron in Libra: They have trouble finding a balance between others and themselves. They feel that their lives are out of balance. Trouble opening up romantically or with a partner. Sensation of being alone even if accompanied. Wounds from injustice and betrayal. Feeling that you must always be alert.

🤎Ways to work on this: Get together with fewer people but give you a more positive relationship. Be open to meeting people. Identify what went wrong in other relationships and learn from those mistakes. Go shopping and dress as you like. Analyze and give yourself the time to get to know people before you open up. Do not let others' issues eclipse yours. Practice some kind of art. Give yourself time to heal before opening yourself up to a new relationship [love or friendship].

🟫Chiron in 8th house: The wound lies in the betrayals of the past that are etched in their minds. Tendency to blame themselves for things that weren’t in their control. Fear of generating some type of attachment with another person, since it is not easy for them to trust others and their intentions. When someone betrays them, they prefer to close their hearts with a triple lock and never trust others again. May be issues related to a person who should have been there for the native but never was, a feeling of little support. Wounds related to sexuality or sexual life. Some may judge you based on your sexual preferences or your sex life. They give others intensity and stability, they never judge, they only understand.

🟤Chiron in Scorpio: Some of these natives fear losing a loved one, they fear change or being very close to someone. They don't forget or forgive easily if you hurt them. There is a strong emotional wound related to lies, betrayal, deception, or estrangement. Either afraid or fascinated by death. Fear of being dependent.

🤎Ways to work on this: Shadow work, use esotericism in your favor. Astrology to understand you better and accept you. Swim or do other activities in the water. Forgive, practice forgetting if you can't forgive and stay away from those who don't bring you anything positive. Meditate or do some sport to vent your emotions. Establish healthy boundaries and break down some blocks that you put between yourself and others.

🟫Chiron in 9th house: The wounds of the native fall on the issue of faith and feeling discriminated. They are people who for things in life have become skeptical, have lost faith that there is goodness in the world, and have even lost faith in themselves and their abilities. People can offend or annoy them because of their way of thinking, because of their beliefs, or because of things like their gender, their religion, or their race. They could have coexisted with people who are intolerant. May have problems with teachers. They make others feel full and happy very easily, they like to surround themselves with people who are different from them and do not discriminate against them for their differences.

🟤Chiron in Sagittarius: Problems seeing the bright side of life, tendency to skepticism and excessive pessimism. They constantly feel judged. Problems for being different or having opinions that differ from those of the family. Lack of faith in life. Feeling that people do not understand your point of view.

🤎Ways to work on this: Look for answers to the questions you have. Write your dreams and things that make you happy. Remember that happiness is moments not eternity, do things that give you happiness even if it is momentary. Travel, physically or spiritually. Learn about a topic that interests you. When you think about the bad, make a list of the good. Try new things and connect with people from other places.

🟫Chiron in 10th house: The wound of these natives is tied to their need to want to go far and fear of failure. The native's parents could have demanded a lot from them, but at the same time not having valued the achievements that the natives had and simply asking for more and more. The native fears being judged, but wants their efforts to be recognized. They are afraid of failing, making mistakes and that people will point them out for it. It is likely that they grew up in a tense environment and had to learn to have inner peace despite external chaos. Problems with the father and/or authority figures. They give a sense of peace and stability to others, ease to guide them and value their efforts.

🟤Chiron in Capricorn: Feeling of being in the crosshairs and constant judgment of your father. Misunderstandings with him. They feel that much is required of them and that others have results more easily than they do. Lack of recognition for their work. Problems with authority figures. They matured before their time.

🤎Ways to work on this: Reward yourself once you achieve something no matter how small you think it is. Allow yourself to feel angry. Acknowledge your own efforts before wanting others to do so. Write a list of your goals and aspirations. Write your talents and abilities that you have. Be patient with yourself and do not want immediate results. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell how capable you are to achieve whatever you want.

🟫Chiron in 11th house: The wound falls into the feeling of not belonging and being invisible. These natives may have difficulty finding their place in a group of people, they may feel that they do not fit in with people their age because of how they think, with their "friends" or even with their family. Loneliness hurts them but they have already gotten used to it in a certain way. Some fear being themselves and adapt to what is trendy to fit in, many others prefer not to fit in and continue to be themselves, whatever it is, they rarely feel like they belong. They may feel that society or others do not accept them. They have the ability to accept others as they are and make friends with anyone.

🟤Chiron in Aquarius: They feel that it is there for friends but they are not there for the native. Trouble feeling like you fit in and having friends. Friendships that hurt them. They feel judged because others see them as weird. You feel misunderstood, abandoned and ignored. Fear that their freedom will be taken away. Some fear of commitment.

🤎Ways to work on this: Be selective about the people you surround yourself with. Meet people through the internet. In your privacy, dance and sing like crazy. Get rid of the opinion of others. Put creative ideas you have into action. Make a list of what makes you unique. Have a blog. Enjoy your time alone trying new things, or doing what you like the most. Understand that you are not the problem or others, you just haven't met the right people. Get creative and authentic.

🟫Chiron in 12th house: The wounds fall on the feeling that their suffering is ignored or less important than that of others. They tend to hide when they suffer, when they are sad or emotionally ill because they feel that it is not something that others pay attention to, or that they are not very interested in. They have a tendency to solve other people's problems so as not to think about their own. They are more sensitive and understanding with others than with themselves. They may fear looking or feeling victimized by seeing their own problems. They may have been made to think or feel that their suffering was not of great importance. They are sensitive, compassionate and true healers and love to help others.

🟤Chiron in Pisces: They are defensive because they feel very vulnerable. They fear that others will use them and their empathy. They may feel insecure about themselves. They want to help others but they do not help themselves. Some may have faith problems. They put others before themselves.

🤎Ways to work on this: Write what you feel, paint something that reflects how you feel. Balance your time with others and alone. Meditate or do some yoga. Make a playlist for yourself, write yourself positive notes, listen to music, sing. Have creative isolations from time to time, but don't forget to connect with others. Daydream when you have free time. Taking a bath with rose petals or rosemary. Write what you dream.

⚷ Next we will talk about Chiron's aspects. I limited myself to write about certain planets or angles, making either a positive or tense aspect with Chiron to make it easy to read.

🟫Making aspects with Sun: These natives quickly identify when others have problems with something about themselves. They know how to raise the self-esteem of those they love and how to help them improve their relationship with themselves. These natives have problems accepting themselves, it is likely that they have made them doubt or be very ashamed of some traits of their personality. The relationship with the father can be complicated. Your relationship with yourself can be complicated. Tendency to self-sabotage. The problems with the father are stronger, since the actions of the father could deeply hurt the native. They are an empathetic and understanding person of others, always willing to support someone who is going through a difficult time. They use their experiences and situations to help others find solutions to their problems. Knows how to listen. Excellent advisers. Make others feel better about themselves.

🟫Making aspects with the Moon: They easily heal other people's emotions, they are trustworthy and people feel safe with them. They may have problems with the mother, have a mother who has had very difficult experiences or a mother that tends to victimize herself. They can perfectly remember past wounds and take time to recover from them. They feel insecure when it comes to projecting their emotions and prefer to keep them to themselves, it can be difficult for them to form emotional bonds due to insecurities or past issues. It is difficult for them to open up emotionally because of the fear or being too vulnerable or others taking advantage because of that. They are extremely sensitive to the suffering of others, they like to take care of those who are most vulnerable. If they have children, the problems of their children will hurt the natives deeply. They may feel that childhood was somewhat complicated and that their needs were not fully met.

🟫Making aspects with Mercury: Tendency to constantly remember embarrassments and difficult moments of the past. The relationship with siblings can be either very bad or very healing. They are great at understanding other people's problems and looking for solutions, but not for their own problems. They may question their own intelligence, feel inadequate, or feel that it is difficult for them to learn. They may tell you that their voice is very low [unless it’s in a fire sign], some may have dyslexia or stutter. School life could have been complex. Their wound could cause the native to generate nervousness. Their words have a healing quality and in fact many may like the sound of their voice [especially with aspects like trine or sextile], they help others a lot and their advice is often very welcome by others. They have a lot of knowledge of how to help others and understand them. May have an interest in psychology and anything to comprehend how wounds work and how to heal.

🟫Making aspects with Venus: The subject of love can be somewhat complex. You can attract or seek to be healed through love or heal your loved one. They seek a relationship in which both heal and fully trust each other. Fear of being cheated on or that your partner is lying to you. Great counselors of love even if they consider that they do not have much experience. They love in a very pure way and may have this tendency to not see the flaws in their partner. They may have issues accepting their beauty or feeling attractive. Art can be very healing for them and their artistic work may be able to heal others. They are perfect companions who always help those they love, and may feel unloved at times. Fear that someone is with them just to use them. Their love has a healing quality, they make those they love feel in a unique and beautiful way. The native may have problems with female figures or embracing their femenine side regardless of their gender.

🟫Making aspects with Mars: They may be afraid of taking the initiative for many things, of seeing themselves as too aggressive, but they are also afraid of seeing themselves as too weak. They are excellent leaders who will always defend those who need it or who cannot defend themselves. They may have grown up or been in a very tense, aggressive, or violent environment, which makes them feel like they must always be defensive or alert. They have very well defined boundaries and will do anything to make people respect them. People feel safe and protected by them. Afraid of being seen as fragile, they cover up their issues, problems and rather deal with it independently. They may have problems with male figures in their life. They learned not to rely on others to save them from their problems and instead saved themselves. They can motivate and encourage others to do the same. Tendency to repress anger or desires for fear of taking risks.

🟫Making aspects with Jupiter: They have a facility for understanding and helping others in their emotional crises, both emotionally and in a practical sense. They are very sensitive people and can be easily hurt. They can grow a lot spiritually after overcoming their problems and helping others to get ahead. You may have trouble trusting your own charm and luck, in fact you may sometimes feel like you're out of luck. They can have abundance and luck once they help heal others. You can put so much focus on helping others that you forget to help yourself. They seek to bring positivity to those in need. These people have a lot of spiritual maturity that allows them to learn from negative experiences and the positive aspects of Chiron-Jupiter makes them overcome problems more easily and makes others overcome things more easily too. With the tense aspects it may cost you a bit and you may not see it that way, but you will have the good side.

🟫Making aspects with Saturn: These natives do not treat themselves delicately, they can demand a lot of themselves even after having emotional issues. They may have problems with their dads or authority figures. They do not like to depend on someone to solve their problems. They are excellent at finding quick solutions to other people's problems. They may have trouble having a little fun for themselves or allowing themselves to enjoy life a little, at the same time they feel that they need to be more organized, rational or methodical. They may have a feeling of abandonment or coldness that comes from a somewhat unhappy or difficult childhood. They may have problems with frequent sadness, periods of depression or little desire to do their daily activities. Cold outside, warm on the inside. They prefer to be on their own and are in constant alert. They have a hard time healing but they manage to be the person they would have liked so much to have in the past.

🟫Making aspects with Uranus: They may feel that there is a problem with them, that there is something wrong that they cannot connect with others easily. They can find healing through being alone, with friends or on the internet doing other activities. There may be problems with some relatives due to incompatibilities. Despite being well alone, they fear that they will never be accepted, that they will be marginalized and alienated. They make others learn to be fine on their own, to feel proud of who they are. The natives go a long way to find beauty in what makes them different. They seek to heal their group, it is usual to see them as the counselors of a group of friends or of some community. They can be very good at healing the inner chaos of others, but not so good at their own. Once they accept their own quirks, they will begin to attract people who love their quirks as much as they do, and who share ways of thinking.

🟫Making aspects with Neptune: They feel the need to help the other person, here we have the true empaths, people who have a natural healing quality. They are amazing at providing emotional support, perhaps sometimes more than practical. They sense the wounds of others but may ignore or not know how to handle their own. Sometimes they feel other people's wounds as their own, they can be too empathetic and that can harm them. People feel good about your presence and readily accept your help. It is easy for them to know when a person or even an animal is having a bad time. Others may have made them feel invisible and even forgettable. They have a noble and loving heart that they are afraid to show for fear of being deceived or hurt. But there is something genuinely beautiful in them, and it is that their tenderness and good treatment are not easily forgotten, they make others believe that there are good people in the world.

🟫Making aspects with Pluto: There is something very powerful in them, they manage to transform themselves at a deep level, to be reborn after a crisis, whatever it may be. They are really strong and powerful, they take their time to heal, but healing for them does not usually include forgiving and forgetting as such. They can be somewhat spiteful if you hurt them and they never forget how you make them feel. They may have felt some kind of rejection or hatred in their childhood. These people definitely change the lives of those around them, they have a great intuition to know about the emotions and wounds of the other, they know how to understand and heal them like no one else can. If there is something they have, it is that they know themselves perfectly and seek to transform and make something beautiful and inspiring of their pain.

🟫Making aspects with Rising: These natives may have a facility for healing other people and may actively seek to help others overcome their problems and overcome traumas of any kind. They are very observant and aware of the difficulties and problems of others. However, they have problems healing their own wounds, they are very critical and demanding with them. They hesitate before daring to do something, they usually do not show themselves completely for fear of being judged. Perhaps from a very young age they felt attracted to the topic of helping and healing others. Interest in meditation, therapy or psychology. They like to come across as a strong person with whom you can vent, someone kind who understands your wounds. They always treat others as they would like to be treated. They may have trouble accepting the way their body looks and may see flaws in themselves that others don't pay attention to.

🟫Making aspects with Midheaven: These natives can easily gain the appreciation and trust of the people, because they seem approachable, kind and polite. People can see them as a person who has been through a lot and still has a noble heart. They actively seek to be a person who helps people get ahead and heal through work. They may have a job related to helping others, or at least a job where they inspire others to excel. They may have many problems or differences with authorities. They may feel that it is difficult for them to go far and may doubt their abilities to improve themselves. People tend to see in them a good leader, someone who actively strives to improve the emotional state of the people. If the aspect is tense, people will still find comfort and trust in them, but they will also know that the native is not dealing with their own wounds. You can find a lot of academic and professional success once you heal your emotional world.

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berryhobii · 7 months

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Hi!! I'm so happy you are back queen! I hope you are healthy and happy!

Since you accept requests, could you do husband!namjoon x a black reader where she has gained some happy weight and she is feeling herself (and so is he 😉)

Thanks so much for your request and kind words! I was actually a little stumped writing this. I wrote multiple ideas but they all sounded a little weird. I hope I did it justice though! This kind of turned into just a fluffy, intimate thing with sweet husband Namjoon. Please let me know if you don’t like it🩵🩵

Namjoon softly closed the door behind him, letting out a groan as he sat down on the little stool by the door. It was your idea after seeing how much Namjoon struggled to take off his shoes when he came home. There was just so much of him and it actually surprised you how bad he was at moving his body sometimes. When you met him, he was so poised and put together. You’d never think he was that clumsy until he almost tipped the table over on your first date. You could still remember how bashful and shy he looked as he tried to pick up all of the utensils he dropped, apologies falling from his lips. Your laugh was bright as you crouched down to help him and capturing his heart with a few words.

“Who put that table there, huh? Do you think they’ll give us free refills if we threaten to sue for improper placement of their property?”

Unlike most people he’s encountered, you never gave him a hard time about his bad equilibrium and tendency to break things. You’d just give him a kiss and help him figure out a way to prevent it from happening again. He knew his faults and even he thought they were funny but you never made him feel bad about it. You just dusted him off and made him a snack. You were just so amazing and nurturing. He loved you so much.

His friends tried to force him out of the studio hours ago but he was too absorbed in finishing his work that he just couldn’t leave. Meaningless, he knew, since he still didn’t complete the track once 1AM rolled around. What was the point? But his stubbornness and need for perfection wouldn’t allow him to turn off his computer. Not until he could barely keep his eyes open anymore.

He opened the fridge, looking around to find a set of Tupperware containers that were placed right at the front. A smile graced his features as he pulled out the containers of pasta and steak with vegetables. While he was smiling, a feeling of guilt filled his heart as he warmed up the food. He knew the person that cooked it was probably sleeping, not able to wait up for him any longer.

He honestly felt horrible knowing this was yet another night you had fallen asleep without him by your side. You already knew of his career as a producer when you met him. You knew there would be moment where you two wouldn’t be together because of his deadlines. Really, you understood. He had a lot of pressure on his shoulders—producing for idol groups, dramas, even kids shows. Effort was what you were looking for and he certainly put that in; fancy dates, effective communication, intimacy. Namjoon gave you all of that. He was the best thing that could have happened to you and vice versa.

He almost wished he didn’t have such a demanding job so that he could spend more time with you. He loved what he did but he loved you more. He needed to get it together.

He tried not to make too much noise as he heated up his food, failing when he slammed the microwave too hard and then almost tore the dishwasher drawer off trying to pull it out.

“Angel?”

He turned around to see you standing there, his heart clenching at the beautiful sight. Your hair tied up in a scarf, eyes closed as you rubbed the drowsiness away. You wore one of his shirts, the familiar faded picture of Aaliyah on the front . No pants, of course. You hated sleeping in pants because they made your legs feel restricted. Namjoon could almost see a peek of your light blue underwear. Goodness, was now the time to get a boner?

“Baby. Did I wake you?”

You yawned and shook your head. “No. I couldn’t really sleep. I just noticed the light was on.”

He hummed, not really knowing what to say. You approached him, wrapping your arms around his body to snuggle into his chest. His hands went to your waist, squeezing at the plush softness. He has been noticing you’ve been getting just the tiniest bit thicker lately. Of course, he loved you regardless but there’s just something about the recent change that just made his heart swell.

“Sorry. I’ll join you in bed soon.”

You rubbed your cheek on his collarbone, his heart fluttering at the little kisses you placed there as well. “It’s fine, angel. I’ll stay with you.”

And you did, sitting on his lap as he ate, his chewing and breathing lulling you almost back to sleep.

At the sound of him placing his utensils down, you perked up, sliding off his lap to let him put his dishes in the sink. He pouted a little at the lack of your warmth and weight sitting on his lap but he figured you two would be in bed soon. He’d have you wrapped up in his arms.

After he rinsed out his dish, he turned back around to face you, smiling endearingly at how you swayed slightly on your feet.

“Come on baby. Let’s get to bed.” He crouched down a little bit to grab the back of your thighs, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms going around his neck and your head on his shoulder. He patted you twice on the bottom before carrying you to your shared bedroom.

He laid you down on your side of the bed and then tried to stand but your arms held onto him, a whine coming from you.

He breathed out a little laugh. “Let me go shower, baby. I’ll be right back.”

You sighed but relented. While you loved your husband and wanted to cuddle him right now, you hated outside clothes on the furniture even more. Releasing him, he gave you a peck on your forehead before standing to his feet. A little part of him wanted to forgo a shower to dive between your thick thighs. You were laid out so prettily for him, practically begging for his affection. Damn, he missed you.

Ignoring the stirring in his pants, he went to take a shower. Extra cold to ease some of the tension.

Entering the bedroom again, he found you dozing off. Your shirt had fully ridden up your body, showing your soft tummy and the blue cotton underwear you wore. The waistband slightly dug into your love handles and the pudge of your tummy. You’ve definitely filled out over the past couple of years. Happy weight, you called it when he commented on how your thighs and ass looked amazing in a pair of jeans you wore some days ago. It actually made him feel really good that you were so settled and secure in your relationship. Like he was doing something right.

Sensing him approaching, you cracked open your eyes, holding out your arms to allow him into your embrace. He smiled, climbing into bed and taking his place on your chest. Sighing in content, he snuggled into your soft breasts, finally feeling his body relax fully.

Your fingers rubbed at his upper back, traveling up the nape of his neck to scratch at his hair.

“Sorry I’ve been coming home late.”

“It’s okay. I just know you’ll create a wonderful OST for that drama. I better cry everytime I hear it.”

He chuckled. “You cried at that song I made for a children’s cartoon.”

You shrugged one shoulder, scratching at that magic spot that made him let out a little grunt. “I was proud of you. I always am.”

Those words almost made him cry. All he wanted was to make you proud, to be someone you could rely on. And he knew he was failing a little at being an active husband but that would change. He’d do anything for you, anything for your happiness.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.”

His head lifted off your chest to look into your sleepy eyes, a little smile gracing your face that he reciprocated, his dimple popping in his cheek. You poked it and then booped him on the nose.

“Now, I’ve been feeling your hard on on my leg for a little while. Why don’t you do something about it?”

That was all the signal he needed.

Namjoon sighed as he buried his face further into your breasts, an overwhelming need to suck on the dusty brown nipples washing over him. “Thank god. I’ve been hard since you walked into the kitchen.”

“Mmm, well make love to me, angel.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby.” He lifted up, pulling your shirt up and bringing it to your mouth. You opened her mouth to bite down on the fabric. “Good girl.” You whined at the praise, arousal immediately soaking your already wet panties.

Namjoon sat up on his knees, hungry eyes taking in the beauty that was you. Gripping your panties, he pulled them down your legs, thighs opening to invite him in. It feels like ages since he’s seen your pussy; neatly trimmed and puffy, already glistening with arousal.

“You haven’t been touching this, have you?” You shook your head, flinching when his fingers lightly tapped your clit. He hummed and smiled. “Good. Because only I can touch this, isn’t that right?” He moved to remove the shirt from your teeth, a low moan coming from you.

“Yes, angel. Only you.”

Good. His fingers pressed a little harder to your clit, a sigh falling from your lips. Adjusting himself so that he was laying on his stomach between your legs, his mouth ghosted over your slick cunt, tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your pussy. He moaned at the taste, so familiar, so delicious, so you.

“You taste so good, baby.” He dove in, slurping up all the wetness you’d give him. You moaned as he sucked harshly on your clit, pleasure sparking up your back. Your thighs tried to shut but his shoulders held them open, your hands buried in the pillow behind your head.

“Ah! Angel, more.” You begged.

Two fingers buried themselves to the knuckle, a gasp leaving you throat. He adjusted himself so he could comfortably finger your, mouth still sucking and licking on your clit. The tip of his tongue flicked all over the swollen nub, your back arching and toes curling at the assault. One of your hands came down to bury in his hair, hips bucking into his mouth and pleasure igniting every nerve in your body.

“Angel….I’m gonna cum…” you breathed out, lungs struggling to pull in oxygen.

He smirked against your core, pulling back slightly to look up at your face; your eyes were closed, lip pulled between you teeth as you humped his face to bring yourself closer to orgasm. You were positively gorgeous. Next to your smiling face, the face you made when you were raptured by pleasure was his favorite look on you.

His fingers crooked harder against that spot inside of you. “Cum, baby. All over my tongue.”

That was all it took before black spots clouded your vision, orgasm washing your body. The feeling settling in your bones as your husband continued to lap at your clit to guide you through.

Once your orgasm slowly ebbed away, vision clearing and chest heaving, your eyes met your husband’s. He was wiping your arousal from his mouth, hand glistening with your juices. Dropping your mouth, you stuck your tongue out lewdly.

Namjoon groaned. “Fuck. You’re such a good girl.” He stuck his fingers in your mouth, your tongue and mouth sucking your juices off them. He pressed slightly on your tongue, loving how pliant and submissive you looked.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he moved to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned form to your starving eyes. You reached out to lightly trail the tips of your stiletto nails up up and abs. Totally yummy.

You motioned towards him with a beckoning finger, lip pulled between your teeth. “Come on, angel. Fuck me back to sleep.”

He could already put together the words of his resignation letter because he would happily quit his job to dick you down every day.

He pulled his boxers off, cock slapping against his abdomen. You bit your lip at the sight; his cock was long and thick, mushroom tip shiny with precum. You wanted it down your throat but that could wait until the morning.

Flipping over your belly, you took a pillow to place it under your hips to keep your ass lifted and yourself comfortable. You arched a little, poking your ass out and the sight was enough to make him feel like cumming already.

Both of his hands smoothed over your ass, slapping the fat and watching it ripple. “I love you so much.”

You hummed, turning your head to look behind you, sending your husband a smile. You loved him too. With everything you had.

“I love you too. Now, fuck me please. Chop chop.”

He playfully rolled his eyes but obeyed. He was tired of holding out anyway. Grabbing his cock with one hand and pumping hand, his other pushing one of your ass cheeks up to get a better view of your clenching hole.

He slowly pushed inside of your warm cunt, biting his lip hard enough to bleed at the wetness. You lightly moaned as he stretched your walls. It’s been a while since you two have been able to have soft sex like this. Quickies in the shower and impromptu head had been your go to lately. It was nice to be able to have these sweet moments of intimacy with him though.

His hips met your ass, letting out a shaky breath. What the hell…..? Has it really been that long? Your pussy felt absolutely heavenly. He was ready to blow his load already. He prided himself on his ability to satisfy you. Over the years, he’s gotten to know your body, able to get to you to where you needed to be in record time. He’s never let you walk off without at least 2 orgasms.

But with the way you were clenching around him, he was starting to think that streak was about to be broken.

Good thing you were just as desperate as him.

“Go angel, I’m already close.”

Puffing out a breath of air, he began moving his hips back and forth, making sure to press his entire length into your walls. This position allowed him to reach deep inside of you, his tip rubbing right up against your sweet spot.

“Ah fuck, you feel so good baby.”

“Mmmmm….you’re so deep.” You sighed, relaxing as gentle pleasure cascaded across your body. Everything just felt heightened, weightless, and so intimate.

Namjoon’s hips sped up just a little, eyes focused on how your ass and love handles jiggled with each push. He couldn’t help but deliver a sharp slap to one of your cheeks, your hips jumping at the small sting of pain.

“I’m cumming, angel.”

He leaned down to place a kiss to your shoulder. Your head turned to capture his lips, sighing in content. “Go ahead.”

This orgasm was tender. It settled in your muscles and vibrated all the way to your toes.

Your pulsing walls also brought him to his release, his hips pressing all the way into you, cum filling you.

Namjoon inhaled and exhaled a deep breath before slowly pulling out of you.

You stretched your body, groaning as tiredness seeped into your bones.

“I’m sleepy.” You yawned. Namjoon smiled down at you, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder and inhaling your soap and lotion.

“Me too. Let’s get you cleaned up first though.” He climbed off the bed, grabbing his boxers to put them back on.

You rolled over on your side, throwing your arm up. “Carry me.”

After getting cleaned up and situated back in bed, you were inches away from slipping into dreamland. Warm, snuggled up to your husband and a post orgasmic haze settled over you, you were about to sleep harder than you did after Thanksgiving.

His hand rubbed on your ass, not sexually but in a soothing and tactile way. “Baby?” He called. He was also tired but he wanted to ask you something. All he got from you was a hum that let him know you were listening. “I love you.”

You lightly kissed his chest, rubbing a hand up his belly. “Love you too. Now sleep. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? What’s tomorrow?” Had he forgotten something? It wasn’t your anniversary…..was it? No. Were his parents visiting? Now he was overthinking.

“You’re not going to work.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope. We’re going to have sex on every surface of this apartment. I need you well rested. Good night.”

Oh. Oh. OH.

Yeah, screw that job. He could take some vacation time.

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii

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celestialtinkerbell · 2 years

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･｡ﾟ☆° *.Hekate(100)･｡ﾟ☆° *.

Hekate, the triple moon goddess. I can't think of a name that's more badass than that 😭. This was a lovely request made by @moonpluto . Hekate is the goddess of magic and mediumship, so my theory is that her asteroid talks about your spiritual gifts. I will be interpreting this through the houses by using tarotstrology, a concept that I got from @taisoleil.

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First House

Natives with Hekate in their first House could have very strong clairaudient abilities or are just extremely sensitive about they hear. This asteroid indicates a long journey of struggling to accept who they are and being able to see the good within themselves. I feel like these individuals are powerfully gifted with psychic abilities, but don't want them and have tried to walk away from those parts about themselves and their purpose, multiple times. Their purpose could include helping the world in some way but they get overwhelmed by the responsibility and feel singled out on why it has to specifically be them to fulfill this role. They channel stuff with ease but could purposely ignore their intuition, guidance that they literally hear from their guides, or any other outside voices in order to keep their peace. It's like they're scared of their own power.

Second House

Hekate in the second House could indicate a high sensitivity to what you feel, acute clairsentience. It's imperative for these individuals to energetically cleanse themselves often and to seek new atmospheres. They don't do well in old houses (especially haunted ones), thrifted objects, old habits, or anything old or used stuff in general because they can easily pick up what took place which could either be really good or really bad. Having short-term homes, meeting new people, and trying new things is what makes people with this placement thrive in life. Sacrificing and starting over is something that they probably experienced a lot in this lifetime but eventually accepted and used to their advantage. They could have introverted personalities and are easily drained around crowded people and spots. This could also mean probably preferring to not have a cluttered home and loathe the idea of hoarding anything. They could be pushed to learn different protective methods like cord cutting rituals.

Third House

People with Hekate in their third House could be excellent prophets. They're very skilled at guessing games, finishing other people's sentences, and great at foretelling the future but extremely spot on with predicting someone's downfall. Their vibe kind of reminds of the stereotypes about black cats and Bruno from Encanto. They could be accused of hexing or throwing evil eye at others, or could just be seen as someone who brings bad luck because of how they warn others about something that could happen. These are very misunderstood individuals because their help is seen as someone else's demise when really you people are saving lives. You could often have people apologizing to you later in life because I'm picking up scenarios where you're always the go-to person for advice but people end up getting mad at what you tell them, and if you guys are readers then I can definitely see people accusing you of being a fraud or a liar only to find out that you were right about something all along. The powerful thing about your gift, is your honesty, and that's what scares people. You may have to learn to only warn the people that are mature enough to hear what you have to say.

Fourth House

Natives with the fourth house Hekate placement are talented alchemists and manifestors. I keep picking up the fact that energy can be created but not destroyed. These people are always able to turn destruction and nothingness into something amazing. They're excellent at spell-work (jars, candles, oils, etc) are not the type to follow traditional methods because they're able to succeed regardless of what they do or don't have. They could be heavily into new age spirituality and are always into experimenting with new ways and methods to practice it. I feel like they will, if not already, become widely accepted mentors. They're able to introduce spirituality and the occult in a way that makes people feel welcome, easier to understand, and open to accepting it. Even though they're not traditionalists, they value the importance of still knowing the history and reasoning behind stuff while also still giving it respect. Because of their intellect, they're able to convince or convey their point to those who would typically oppose their beliefs (whether it be traditional spiritualists/occultists, agnostics, or scientists). Do not underestimate these individuals because they know their stuff and will argue you down.

Fifth House

Hekate in the fifth house could indicate helping others heal their childhood trauma. You could possibly trigger deja vu or nostalgia in people, but you're able to sit down with them and help sort out their feelings regarding the past and how to let them go. I feel like this is a combination of clairvoyance and clairsentience because I'm getting that how you connect with people is like astral projecting into their younger years and pinpointing when and what started the problem and knowing exactly how they feel to where you sympathize with them and are able to give them the precise guidance that they need.

Sixth House

The sixth house containing Hekate could indicate being really in tune with your higher self and helping others do the same. This looks like shifting people out of a materialistic mindset. I feel like you're able to persuade people into dropping superficial facades if they have one. You reveal to others what their true selves consists of and are able to help them de-program any values that they've learned that's holding them back. You trigger people to make changes in their lives instead of being stubborn with not growing their self-awareness or how they view themselves. They could have a special connection with animals or this can also be interpreted as being able to "tame the beast" within others.

Seventh House

The spiritual gifts of people with the 7h hekate placement, involve mending others trust issues and willingness to be open to love and to receive help. You guys could have healing hands because I'm getting that y'all could really excel in being reiki practitioners. You're able to soothe others with your physical touch (people could love your hugs). You could attract partners that are closed off or have something about themselves that make you want to help them, but this could end up with you possibly living vicariously through them by wanting to fix everything that they're going through.

Eighth House

Natives with Hekate in their eighth house have powerful emotions. When people do you wrong, you want them to burn. I feel like you guys are able to curse others by what you're feeling, or it's kind of like, the pain that's inflicted on you gets returned to the sender, but worse. When people betray you, it's like they're digging their own graves because the karma that they get manifests as mayhem in their lives. This could also indicate being more on the shadow worker side, healing others with darkness, instead of light.

Ninth House

Natives with Hekate in their Ninth house could be great at telepathy, but most importantly, communicating with the other side as well as receiving messages from the spiritual realm. Your most dominant Clair is clear knowing. Individuals with this placement could have pivotal roles in channeling messages for the collective, but could have difficulty with channeling for themselves. It seems as if they're too knowledgeable with everything to the point where their spiritual team blocks them on purpose from knowing too much about their own future.

Tenth House

People with Hekate in the Tenth house could have a strong purpose with healing, mediumship, and divination. (Literally all three) These people are seen as supernatural with their gifts and could literally have a famous or at least very well known reputation for their abilities. These individuals may have started from nothing and experienced a lot of losses and betrayal in order to build their way to the top and share their wisdom with others. They could have had to pull themselves out of darkness and anguish about their existence in order to become a light for others to show the way, meaning that they started off as shadow workers before the become light workers.

Eleventh House

This is interesting. I'm getting that Hekate in the 11th house could indicate living a long life because your gifts get better with time. You guys could also look very youthful as you age. I'm picking up this scenario where you guys will be known as the medicine person in your community. Someone that's well known, loved, and sought out for your metaphysical and holistic methods. You guys are gifted with utilizing different herbs and other natural ingredients to help cure sicknesses. There's also something about your smile that positively changes something within other people. People could see you as an earth angel, which makes sense with your talents regarding natural remedies.

Twelfth House

People with Hekate in their Twelfth house could indicate having access to rare and ancient knowledge about spirituality and the occult, you guys may even have this knowledge passed down in your family. You guys could seem "two-faced", you keep your interest and knowledge about this field to yourself and you're very discreet about your practices. Your dreams may also play a huge part in how you pick up information that most people don't know about or try to keep hidden.

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saturnbellfromhell · 1 year

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SATURNIAN ENERGY

I'm really exited for this post, since it hits close to home! Other than being a Capricorn sun, my moon is also ruled by Saturn and Saturn is the second master in my 1 House. So, me and Saturn have known each other for some time and established a love-hate relationship. It can be quite hard with prominent Saturn placements, but you have to learn from your mistakes and accept many life challenges, because they will mold you into a resilient individual in my eyes.

⬛ Saturn, the last planet one's naked eye can reach in the night. In ancient Rome Saturn was the God of generation, time, abundance and wealth, also being called "the God of time".

In my heart,Saturn is the strict father of the planets. His energy is very dark, ancient, wise, patient with a sprinkle of misery and a good coming of age tale. He seems like he wants to step on you, make your eyes tear up...but he knows why he's doing such. He has witnessed all of this sorrow and wants patient thinkers above all. No daydreamers nor hot-headed individuals in his books.

⬛Many times Saturn breeds lonely individuals. One's who's life path is better without extra baggage.

⬛He really inbodies authority, maturity, boundaries, responsibility, discipline, wisdom, patience, karma, higher thinking and challenges.

⬛ It can be seen as the "boring" planet, since it's energy is so mature, but nevertheless Saturnian energy is extremely powerful.

⬛The lesson is very simple...there is no negotiating with Saturn. No crybabying, no remorse. His cruelty is a lesson to be seen in a positive light. The faster you change your habits, except rough times and be thankful for them...Saturn will charish you with light and knowledge! Also having many Saturn placements means anyone who will double cross you, will get their karma. So not all is dark, not all is bad, not all is ploting against you.

⬛ Saturn rules feminine Capricorn and masculine Aquarius, even though Aquarius is also ruled by Uranus, but I like looking at the duality of the two signs.

⬛ Capricorns are traditional in a sense. They are the grounded grandmother of the signs. With years of downfall and a gaurded attitude they can seem cold hearted. That is farthest from the truth, they are just extremely picky with people they surround themselves. The love language they speak is gift giving/receiving, even though I look at Capricorns as the sugar daddies of the zodiac. They are so in infatuated with working hard to spoil their loved one's. Yes, they are hard working most of the time, yes they can be lonely wolves, yes they can be man/woman eaters. The biggest issue I see with Capricorns is how they perceive themselves as unworthy most of the times, even though they are highly independent. Another note to my fellow sea goats is to not be so vengeful and prideful. Not everything is money and assests, enjoy your family, friends and partner.

⬛ On the other side we have the dizzy Aquarius. The non traditional air sign, clawing away their emotions to seem aloof and careless. But deep inside they really care, but mask it with their amazing sarcasm and humor. Aquarian energy is very humanitarian. They unlike Capricorn have a collective energy. They mold themselves to fit into any group setting. The chameleons of the zodiac. Always trying new things, traveling, meeting new people. They really never stop to think deep, that's where the issue lays.

⬛ So the difference in Saturn's teaching for both the signs are:

〰️Capricorns should release themselves from tradition and try new things to climb higher. They should stop being so stubborn and try to listen.

〰️Aqurians should try more traditional aspects, try solitude for a change. They need more patience.

That's why I've seen a lot of bitterness between the two signs, they are fallen sisters, but always butt heads. It is hard for a serious earth sign to communicate his deep feelings to an intellectual air sign and vice versa. They are so alike, but also so different!

⬛ Also Saturn rules the 10th house or the MC, meaning Medium Coeli or so called your "Midheaven". It rests at the top of your chart and represents career choice, publicity, the workplace, your public persona, status, reputation and sense of responsibility.

Some observations about Saturn placements/aspects:

〰️ Having Saturn in any house means that wisdom in that department will come later in life. For example if you have Saturn in your 7th house, marriage will come a bit later in life. You will have nasty relationships, but at the end you will never settle down with a dusty partner, knowing damn well how that goes. Another example is Saturn in the 1st house, you can struggle a lot with self acceptance and confidence, but it will all get better after maturing. The Last example is Saturn in the 9th house, you maybe will not succeed in greater education at an early age, or you might not travel long distance until your 30s/40s.

〰️ Saturn hard aspects (square, opposition) any planets means the same thing. They are challenges you need to conquer. Ex. Mercury square Saturn, this can mean you have a hard time communicating with yourself and others. Also writing can be quite difficult for you at times. Don't worry, it will come with age and some practice :)

〰️ Saturn in the 1st house can mean you always had to pick yourself up as a child. Too independent, lost a lot of fun years because of it. Also, if Jupiter or Saturn or both are in the 1st house, this means you have a lot of masculine energy. Embrace it, be a father figure to yourself or to others.

〰️ Cap Venuses can be very tricky. Bringing Saturian energy into a house ruled by Venus, the fiery planet of love and romance can be difficult. They need a long time to find their true lovers. Can be very cold and bossy towards partners. But a little secret, since Caps are very dominant, Cap Venuses like a dominant partner at times, passionately dominate. No degrading kinks and such. They love thigh touching and back rubs. You have to be extremely smart or a businessman. No rusty dusty partners over here. Also buy them a gift, doesn't have to be expensive, just very thoughtful.

〰️ Saturn in the 12th house can bring a lot of challenges into your spiritual life.

〰️ Capricorn Mars, especially men are so attractive to me. They are kind of intimidating in a way, but take action so calm. They know what/how to do it. Just a little bit of advice, try to be the listener sometimes!

〰️ Cap in the 10 house means business, and l a lot of it. They don't mess around with anybody that's lower than them. They also have ideas that they think about for years, trying to perfect them.

#saturn #capricorn #capricorn sun #10th house #astro observations #astrology #self observation #earth signs #aquarius #11th house #december

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squeakygeeky · 4 months

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For Him Episode 5

I'm confused because there's some issue where Nail needs to interview Te, but it's like we skipped a scene. I guess that's fine, Him's mom is here and that's the drama I care about.

Mom is clearly also on team 'this is weird and awkward' re: Nail's appearance. Excellent facial expressions, no notes.

Anyway, we've finally reached the phase where Nail is starting to get weirded out, so that's fun. I think the slow creeping doubt as more people react weirdly to him is more effective than if he just suddenly saw a picture of Blue and freaked out (which I'm assuming will happen).

This is not actually a reassuring statement in context Him, your mom and I are now both concerned you really are just using Nail as a replacement for Him and that you may need more therapy. But on the other hand Te is the one 100% definitely using Nail as a replacement for Blue.

I love how Nail won't so much as accept a drink. Te is really bad at being a villain. I think even if Nail wasn't that into Him, he'd still be creeped out by how strong Te is coming on, but Te's methods might work if he was in a BL with any other main character. Nail is just absolutely not having it though.

There's a point at which product placement becomes so OTT I can't possibly be mad about it. I'm not sure why Chao is still putting up with the clingy puppy though. Well, besides the obvious.

My girls!

Are they going to figure this out?

This is amazing. I love the implication that the girls have made Pae be Charlie to their Angels enough times before that he's just resigned to it. But also an abrupt end to the episode. The editing/pacing of this show is not great, and this episode especially had to many flashback to things we already saw, but everything else is better than I expected. I'm looking forward to what dirt my girls manage to dig up and also the love interest for Pae that was hinted in the bts.

#for him the series #nailhim #thai bl

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xaviersmanbun · 1 year

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May I Have This Dance?

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Genre: flirting, jealousy, fluff, mutual pining, possessive

Summary: When Xavier takes Bianca to the Rave’N, you decide to dance (and do some other things) with Oliver to get at Xavier. When Xavier notices, he can’t keep his jealously to himself anymore.

Word Count: 1587

Seeing him with her, you can’t take it. Xavier was supposed to be your date to the Rave’N, not Bianca’s.

You sit with Ajax and Enid and worry you’re taking up too much of their time.

“I’m sorry guys, you should just go dance-“

“No! We’ll sit with you as long as you’d like.” Enid’s always been so kind to you.

“He might even ask you to dance!” She sounds enthusiastic.

“Enid.” Ajax says softly while placing his hand on hers. You share a glance and both of you know she’s wrong. You accept that... kind of.

“Ajax, introduce me to one of your single friends-“

“They’re all single-“

“Perfect! More options!”

“Are you finally over your crush and ready to date? Oh this is exciting!-“ She’s been waiting for this moment. Too bad it’s not here.

“No, I’m just gonna make Xavier jealous.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?!”

“I know it’s not.”

“Okay… well, at least you’re aware.”

Ajax formally introduces you to Oliver. You’ve seen him around but have never really had a conversation. You also don’t know why Ajax is so close with Oliver. Ajax is a stoner and Oliver is a siren but whatever at least you get to dance.

You step out to the dance floor together and Xavier takes notice. Just a glance. But he noticed. The first song to come on is a slow song. Just your luck. “May I have this dance?” He asks.

“Of course.”

Stupid, naive boy. You take his hand and rest your head on his shoulder. As the song goes on you feel a sense of guilt wash over you. Not a lot of guilt, but enough to make you want to confess. So you do.

“I have to be honest with you, I’m not really into this going any further, I’m just trying to get Xavier’s attention.”

“Can I be honest too?”

“Go for it.”

Oliver leans in, “I’m trying to get Bianca’s attention.”

“Bianca? Really?”

“Xavier? Really?”

You look over and Xavier is doing the Macarena to a song that is definitely not the Macarena. “I see your point. So, what do you like about her?”

“To start, she’s a siren, and I’m a siren, so it just makes sense. And we have choir practice together and nightshade meetings and I just see her a lot, and sometimes-“

He keeps talking but you drown him out because over the course of the song you’ve turned towards Xavier.

He’s looking at you now. Sort of a blank stare. You take advantage of the moment.

“Oliver that’s great, now can I kiss you?”

“Sure.” Good enough. You put your hand on his face and kiss him, hard. You’re actually enjoying it just a little bit but you can’t help but wish it was Xavier. Not your proudest moment.

As you pull away and put your head back on his shoulder you realize Xavier has turned more and Bianca is now facing you with her jaw dropped. “Wow! That was amazing! I just wanna do that again! I can’t even remember what Bianca even looks like.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, that’s what she looks like.” You turn him around to face Bianca.

“I take back what I said. But that was still a great kiss.”

“Thank you.” As much fun as that kiss was you decide to stay focused. “Okay Oliver, put your hand on my ass.”

“Excuse me?!”

You sigh, “only if you want to.”

“Well I would but I don’t think Bianca would like if she saw-“

“Look where Xavier’s hands are now-“

You spin him around quickly and notices Xavier’s less-than-tasteful hand placement. “Oh wow.”

“Yeah I know, so grab ‘em.” He does as he’s told. Again, you wish it was Xavier but you’re working on it.

You slowly turn as you dance for the big reveal to Xavier. He’s no longer spacing out now. Not a second later he takes his hands off Bianca and comes over. He swats Oliver’s hands away.

“Hey, get your hands off her man! Show some respect!”

“Oh, like you were showing to Bianca?”

“We we’re just dancing, it was nothing!”

Bianca comes up behind him. “It was nothing?” Bianca runs off the dance floor but Xavier doesn’t chase her. Instead he turns to you.

“Are you okay?“ He has genuine concern on his face.

“I’m fine, just dancing, having a really, really good time.”

Xavier grits his teeth and looks down. He definitely doesn’t want to hear about it and you definitely don’t care.

“Oliver and I were actually just heading to my dorm.” Xavier’s head pops back up.

“You were?” He questions.

“We were?!” Oliver is a little concerned.

“Yeah, we were.” You keep your eyes fixed on Xavier.

“I don’t think I can let you do that,” He says calmly.

“Let me do that? What, like you get to tell me what to do?”

“Sorry let me rephrase, yeah no I don’t think I can let you do that,” He repeats. It should offend you but honestly his protectiveness is kind of attractive.

Oliver, who has just been patiently standing there decides to chime in. “While you two figure out what I’m doing… I guess… I’m gonna check on Bianca.” He runs off but you’re still fixed on Xavier.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” The nerve of him.

“Were you honestly gonna go up to your dorm room, alone, with Oliver?”

“Yeah!” Not a chance.

“I won’t stand in your way then. Please, enjoy your night.” He extends his arm to the doorway, escorting you off the dance floor. He backed you into a corner but you don’t want to let him win. The only thing you can do is confidently walk off and hope he’ll actually believe you.

“Fine. I’m gonna go have a really good end to the night with Oliver, just us, in my room. And you enjoy your night with your date, who’s currently not speaking to you.”

You leave him to ponder as you turn and strut off the dance floor.

The music suddenly stops and just as it does, “She’s not my date.” You turn back around. “I mean, she’s not who I wanted to come with.” People are staring and you decide you’ve had enough attention for one night.

“Let’s talk somewhere else.” You move to a table with him and he fesses up more.

“Seeing you dance with him and then just seeing his hands on you I just couldn’t take it.”

“I know, I could tell.”

“Were you doing that on purpose. To get to me?”

You want to be a little mysterious. “…Maybe.”

Xavier scoffs. “I should’ve known.”

“Why? You don’t think I’m capable of liking anyone other than you?-“

“Oh I know I’ve got competition. No it’s just um, Oliver hasn’t really been with anyone, like that so the fact that you guys just met-“

“Damnit. Ajax set me up with someone too predictable.”

“Oh I see, Ajax set you up.”

“Yeah, I asked for one of his friends.”

“You know, I’d consider myself close with Ajax.”

“Well then I guess you’re fair game.” You two gaze into each other’s eyes for a bit too long. You might lean in, but then you remember, “maybe before we do anything, should we check on Bianca?”

“Bianca! Yes! I feel terrible!” He gets up and goes to find her. You go with.

You don’t have to go very far. She’s right in the next room. And she’s got company.

“Oh shit.” Xavier sees first.

There’s Bianca making out with Oliver.

“I think she’s feeling better now!” You pat Xavier on the chest and while you’re at it you playfully grab his tie and lead him to your next destination. “Come on.”

“Woah! Hey!” He shrugs. “Okay.”

You lead him to the place you were never actually going to take Oliver, your dorm. You open the door and just when you think you’re free your roommate, Yoko, is sitting on her bed.

She lets out a casual, “hey,” before going back to listening to some classical music and flipping through a magazine. You decide to take him to the next best place, the balcony.

“Woah,” he says as he looks down at the courtyard. “Your room is way higher up than mine.”

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” You both laugh.

Another moment of silence just looking into each others eyes but then, “you can still hear the music all the way up here.” He notices.

You definitely can, it’s still very loud. A slow song is playing, conveniently.

“Shall we?” Xavier holds out his hand.

“I think we shall.” You accept and place your hands around his neck. You can barely reach as he is six two. But you don’t mind.

You tuck a hair behind his ear that has fallen from his man bun. He smirks and looks down, classic Xavier. Just then, the slow song ends and turns to a up-beat pop song that is definitely not fitting the mood.

“Excuse me one second.” Xavier says as he knocks on the glass window to your room. “Yo, Yoko! Turn it up!”

“Got it!” She says from inside.

Suddenly all you can hear is the classical music streaming out from your room and Xavier whispering into your ear, “where were we?” He pulls you in closer and the two of you lock eyes again. But this time, no one is looking away. He puts his hand on your cheek (the one on your face but he’ll get there) and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s a deep kiss and you can feel yourself pressing into his body. He puts his other hand on your waist and makes sure to hold you steady.

He pulls away, “sorry, I got so jealous before. I just wanted that to be me holding you.”

“Well, it is now isn’t it?” He smirks in response and you pull his head down to meet yours for another kiss.

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thejojosanctuary · 7 months

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I just started med school and I can say it is something different surely. Can I get Bruno whose s/o's days suddenly have started filling up with only medical studies? She adores it but also gets easily frustrated cause time, schedules, and self care- thank u

IDK WHEN THIS WAS ASKED BUT I HOPE THAT YOUR STUDIES ARE GOING AMAZING HUN WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST IN WHATEVER YOU DECIDE TO DO!! ♡♡♡

Had an absolute blast working on this one hope you enjoy it~ ♡

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♡ Bruno is so, so proud of you and all of the effort that you’re currently putting into your studies. It’s a tough field to pursue, and though your commitment to your studies leaves you with less and less free time than you once had, it’s clear you’ve got a passion for the work, and he won’t shy away from letting you know just how admirable he finds it that you’ve chosen a field to study in. The day you got accepted to study at your chosen University he’d taken you into his arms and held you close, with praising words nothing short of adoring as he’s pressed a kiss to your forehead and smoothed a hand through your hair mussed from the mad dash you’d made to tell him the news.

♡ It goes without saying but he is incredibly supportive, and Bruno’s love language is acts of service so he is sure to do plenty for you in the name of supporting your goals and letting you know you’ve got someone in your corner the whole time. He does enjoy cooking, though he doesn’t have the chance to do it as often as he’d like; so when he’s able Bruno will cook for you and help you meal prep foods that you can transport to and from school/work. If your medical field requires a particular placement these meals are an absolute lifesaver when things are so hectic you don’t have time to buy anything for your break. If time allows he’ll sometimes even be able to drop them off for you personally, though fair warning it’ll be hard to ignore the colleagues fawning over how sweet a couple the pair of you make the whole time (because trust me Bruno knows how to play the crowd your coworkers will be congratulating you for weeks for snagging such a caring partner.)

♡ On the times where neither of you have the time to cook he’ll order something to pick up straight from Libeccio’s and bring it home for you both to enjoy. Even if it’s something quick, he wants to make sure that you’re taking the time to get something to eat to give you energy between work and your studies to make them more manageable. There’s nothing worse than trying to get everything done on an empty stomach. Not to mention that he uses this as a way to spend some quality time together with you - he finds a lot of comfort in these little domestic moments together, and it gives you time to both catch up on what's been going on in your respective lives. Brun’s an attentive listener while you talk about your studies, life and everything in between; while he enjoys hearing you chat about what’s going on, he loves being able to spend this quality time with you far more. Whatever you want to talk about he’ll gladly lend an ear if it means getting to spend more time with you. Your time has become a precious commodity now thanks to your studies, and he wants to monopolize on it as much as you’ll allow, giving your hand a gentle squeeze across the table and leaning closer to study the look on your face as you speak.

♡ Will absolutely leave little notes for you - words of encouragement and reminders for all of the little events that you have to look forward to once you’re next free - he hopes that they’re enough to get you through the rougher parts of your day and give you a goal to aim towards once your work is finished. While he would much rather gives you these notes of motivation verbally than over notes, the strict schedule your both currently under doesn’t always leave time for that. Unfortunately, being a Capo comes with many new responsibilities on top of everything he was taking care of before, so he’s away from you more often than he’d like. To make up for it Bruno compensates by communicating through these notes he leaves for you in places you’ll always find them - stuck to your door, or the bathroom mirror, or tacked to the kitchen fridge.

♡ If you’re the type of person who has to study locked away in a particular room he won’t disturb you, though you may occasionally turn away from your desk or computer to find a loving note placed alongside a drink or snack close by that was there before. A little pick-me-up between studies thanks to a bit of sneaky help from Sticky fingers

♡ Bruno admittedly does get worried that you’re sometimes not taking the time to take care of yourself properly, or giving yourself enough breaks - your work ethic is truly, truly inspiring, but between classes, studies, assignments and everything else it is important to find the time to take a break and enjoy the little things. (ironic coming from the man currently holding the #no1 overworked Capo award this side of the globe, but your rebuttals always seem to fall on deaf ears). God forbid you live with or have any other members of the gang around at the time because he will call in to check on you and if you haven’t been taking care of yourself one of them is absolutely telling Bruno. Trust me the gang love you as their own, and if you’re dating Bruno you’ve already been somewhat absorbed into the little found family they’ve got forming; but if they find you aren’t taking proper care of your mental or physical health while you work? Especially in such a demanding field of study? Yeah you aren’t standing a chance, so staying on top of your wellbeing is important.

♡ Bruno will gladly work around both of your schedules to set aside time for you to relax both on your own and as a couple. Prefers to try and get you out of the house at least once in a while, even if it's only for a small chunk of time. Be it park dates or a stroll through the local shops or taking you out to see friends or family that you’ve been missing since you’ve been cooped up working - just say the place and he’ll do whatever he can to get you there just to see you smile. These days out together aren’t just so he can spend quality time with you however (though they’re a huge part to why he insists on them) - getting away from your usual work setting periodically helps to prevent burnout and allows you to better tackle your problems with a fresh mind and a clearer head than before - the new perspective definitely helps a little and can give you motivation to draw back on when you’re grueling through some of the harder study days.

♡ The little victories are cause for big celebrations. Even if you don’t think there’s anything big worth celebrating, every step forward you take in your studies is a little victory. You’ll find yourself awash with gifts that clearly have your tastes taken to heart - your favorite desserts, accessories you’ve eyed up while out together. Those aren’t the only gifts however, as he will gladly praise you for all of your hard work, peppering your cheeks and lips with kisses as he assures you that, with all the effort that you’ve been putting in, there is no doubt that you’ll succeed, and how proud he’ll be to see your work pay off in the end.

♡ Is especially attentive when exam season rolls around as, understandably, it’s the most intense and stressful times of the year. It would be a lie to say he doesn’t miss you terribly when this time rolls around as even with your schedules leave free time thin to begin with, the time you get to spend together for longer than a couple of hours are few and far between when the exams start making themselves known.

♡ Will help you with your exam prep if there’s anything that you need memorized or have to remember. Bruno is the kind of partner who will read through some of the focus points in your school books and remember them by heart so he can help quiz you through some of the sections you struggle with. Sure, you can always study on your own, and he will leave you to it if you insist on needing the time alone to focus, but just knowing that you’ve got a little support system set up in your partner who’s been in your corner this whole time is a much needed comfort that will truly help in getting you through these exam seasons in one piece.

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wakeupthemembersofbylernation · 2 years

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maybe this has been said but with the robin/vickie stuff, we have a canon lesbian who is canonically in love with someone who is in a hetero-presenting relationship, making the ga think its a deadend. we see so much pining and then the giving up but Steve told her he has hope.. its revealed vickie broke up with her boyfriend and now its set up where you have to have not watched the last scene to think this isnt happening..

comparing to byler, we have will who is canonically gay and in love with mike, who is in a hetero-presenting relationship to the ga and a lot believe this is the end of where will's feelings would go. however we still have a lot of pining.. from both sides... and then we have will's 'giving up' (not sure on the wording but its sort of like he's accepting that mike isnt like him just like how robin didnt believe vickie could like girls) we then see Jonathan step in a bit like Steve does and comforts will. then again, the final scene is so byler foreshadow-y that the only way you think it isnt happening is if you didnt watch the scene

Yes most definitely! I’m obsessed with this parallel, and ironically, I took a screenshot of this comment on an anti Byler post earlier today:

Some people are so close to getting it, but for whatever reason, they don’t press any further. Yes, what we are describing IS very similar to the Rockie situation because we’re meant to see the parallels lol. Not just in a general “oh this is kinda similar” sense, but down to the exact framing:

Other than Will being blurry in this picture, this is the exact same shot, down to the placement of the characters. The gay character (Robin, Will) is in the middle looking longingly at their presumed heterosexual love interest (Mike, Vicki) embracing their current girlfriend/boyfriend (El, Dan). When Robin looks at Vicki and her boyfriend, she and the audience get a sinking feeling in their chest because we assume it’s unrequited, but Steve refuses to lose hope, and Steve turns out to be right because Vicki is bi. In the case of Will, both Will and most of the general audience still assume Mike is straight and that Will’s feelings are unrequited, but the story is incomplete. And if Vicki ended up being queer, what can we infer about Mike???

Then you have the presumed heterosexual love interest of the gay character turn to look at the gay character with some degree of guilt and sadness in their eyes. For Mike, we see all of Finn’s amazing microexpressions, almost like he’s processing both Will and El in the same space and feeling conflicted about his feelings before he says, “Everyone’s here,” and the Willel reunion happens. For Vicki, her boyfriend asks her who that was and she says, “Someone from band,” but there are more emotions swirling underneath, and this becomes clear when Rockie finally has their romantically-charged conversation at the end of the season. Rockie is obviously endgame. And if so, what does does that say about Byler???

Likewise, you’re so right, the final scene of the season (as well as the cabin scene, honestly) play a similar role in establishing Byler going forward, even though there’s a lot more work to be done next season with the painting and everything:

And I hadn’t even thought about comparing Jonathan to Steve, but Jonathan’s life-giving convo with Jonathan does play a similar narrative role as Steve’s convo with Robin. You’re so right.

There’s no way these parallels are accidental. So in conclusion:

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Okay, so before I get into the actual post and headcanons themselves, I really want to say softnightwhisp…just, such a huge thank you. I see all the reblogs and read all the additions and comments in the tags and it makes me so incredibly happy and motivated and, really, readers like you are why I keep posting! I don’t get a huge amount of asks anymore outside of events (which I’m thinking about having – will probably post a poll regarding that sometime tonight or tomorrow), not that many reblogs, and not much interaction with you lovely readers, which I thrive off, to be honest! And I accept almost full responsibility for that as I kind of abandoned the blog for a good long while and don’t post as regularly as I should, but it does get a bit lonely and unmotivating at times. But like…even just seeing that tonight made my whole week and makes me excited to write more because I know that someone out there is reading my scribblings and wants to see them so just…personal hero of the blog for tonight, most definitely, you amazing person, you!

Moving on to the actual post! While I write about KHR quite a bit through requests, I enjoy writing for the fandom and found it kept me going while writing prompts to get back into the swing of things! I hope you’ll enjoy these headcanons about Verde, based around this prompt!

Fancy or casual?

Verde lives in the same rumpled suit and tie for days, honestly. He likes to dress a bit more formally and likes to think of himself as well-dressed but where he gets so easily distracted and lost in his work, he has a bad habit of forgetting to do basic things like shower, change clothes, and generally looks a little unkempt.

Closet or dresser?

Dresser. It’s easier and he can easily fit a dresser into a workspace since it’s rare for him to actually make it into his bedroom to sleep so the clothes kept in that closet are sparse and really are either just incredibly formal or trashy, torn, old casual clothes that he barely ever wears.

Hot or cold?

Verde prefers cold food, sandwiches mostly. He eats a lot of burgers as well, normally lukewarm to cold by the time he gets to them or other foods that can be easily eaten with one hand while he’s busy working on his experiments and research.

Meat or veggies?

He eats a lot of meat for the calories and protein but does really enjoy celery and carrots, especially baby carrots.

One pillow or multiple?

One pillow, if any. Normally Verde works himself until completely exhausted and just crashes wherever he is, so he’s often without a pillow. Because he’s gotten used to that, he finds that more than one pillow props his head up too much for it to be comfortable for him to sleep.

Organized or messy?

It’s an odd mixture of the two, really. He’s got an organized kind of chaos going on at any given moment. His personal living space is an absolute mess and there’s very little organization to it to the untrained eye, but he somehow knows exactly where what he needs is. While his lab and workroom is somewhat tidier, it’s still very much a little bit of a mess, though everything is exactly where Verde wants or needs it to be and he can account for the placement of even the tiniest Post-It Note. He gets very, very upset if anyone moves anything on him because it definitely throws off his own method of organization and then he needs to waste time cleaning or reorganizing.

Games or books?

Books, honestly. He doesn’t play many, if any video games. He’s tried them, of course, but they seem pointless to him when there’s so many other things demanding his attention or time. Books are at least useful, especially when it comes to his research, and he has a soft spot for science fiction or fantasy literature since it does help inspire a lot of his creations.

Hide and watch or stand up and fight?

Verde prefers to hide and watch and strike when the time is right. He doesn’t jump into fights without a solid plan of attack in place and often pulls sneak attacks.

Shy or social?

Verde isn’t shy. Not in the least. He’s just completely asocial. He doesn’t hold a lot of relationships with people, being very dedicated to his work, and those people he does have relationships of any nature with…well, he likes to decide when he wants to spend time with them.

Soda or juice?

Soda is Verde’s choice between the two, since it has caffeine in it most of the time but honestly, it’s usually coffee, water, or energy drinks.

Handheld or console?

If Verde is going to play video games, for whatever reason, he does prefer a handheld system since he doesn’t like to play multiplayer games and finds it more convenient.

Light or dark?

The dark doesn’t bother Verde. In fact, it tends to be what he prefers, just because there tends to be less distractions around when it gets dark out. Light can always be gotten from lightbulbs and the like but that peace and quiet that settles in in the early hours of the morning? It’s irreplaceable.

Scary or happy?

Verde prefers scary, at least if we’re talking about movies and books. The monsters and ghosts and spooks from those movies and books intrigue him and often inspire him.

Movies or restaurants?

It depends. It’s movies, normally, but only if watched in the comfort of his own home or just with someone else. He sees no point of going to a nice restaurant unless there’s a reason because take-out exists and is much more convenient and doesn’t come at the risk of being seated next to a family with toddlers who are running all over the place and screaming. He doesn’t much like crowds either, being a little paranoid about his personal safety, but does enjoy movies.

Car or bus?

Car, every time. Again, buses and modes of public transport just kind of leave his paranoia prickling in his mind like a bad chill.

Carpet or tile?

Verde prefers tile, but only because of convenience. He really likes the feel of carpet under his feet, and the dampening of sound it provides but carpet is a pain in the ass to clean if something spills, unlike tile which can be easily wiped down or mopped.

Love or wealth?

Does the love for science and discovery count? Because that’s Verde’s pick right there. He does enjoy having enough money to fund his research and inventions but isn’t exactly greedy either. He doesn’t much care about money for personal gain or simply to be wealthy.

Markers or coloured pencils?

Verde uses a lot of markers in his work, honestly. They’re more permanent than coloured pencils and since he splurges on the fine tipped ones, they tend to be easier to make delicate lines on plans or designs with.

Independent or dependent?

Verde is very independent and he really has largely been that way through his entire life, both before becoming an Arcobaleno but especially so afterwards. He’s always been a bit of a loner and needs a lot of time to himself to function the best and he’s never been fond of relying or trusting others unless it’s absolutely unavoidable.

Hat or necklace?

I think Verde has worn a trilby or fedora in his time. Just one of those old, suave Grandpa looking ones. Don’t know why but it’s a very strong headcanon for me.

Poster or calendar?

Verde doesn’t care a lot about the aesthetics of spaces and doesn’t see a lot of use for posters. Calendars have a use, especially some of the ones that come with a word or historical fact every day and he has a couple of those littered around so he can keep track of both the date and enhance his learning.

Pain or death?

Verde is terrified of dying. Death is his biggest fear and he’d take even the most unbearable of pain, something else that mildly frightens him, before he’d take death.

Science or math?

Okay, but this question would break both his mind and his heart. They are both things he loves and holds dear and are very intertwined for him. There’s just no way he could ever choose.

Shower or bath?

Showers are quicker and still get the job done. Verde likes to conserve time on pointless but necessary tasks whenever he can.

Socks or slippers?

Shoes. Sometimes with socks but sometimes without them, it really depends on whether he has any clean. He just really hates being barefoot more than he has to be.

Chips or crisps?

They’re both the same thing to him, just different slang terms for them. As long as he can grab them and eat them quickly before moving on to something more exciting, that’s really all Verde cares about.

Secretive or open?

Verde is very secretive. It really doesn’t matter how close he lets someone get to him, he’s still going to have secrets from them and will still have some sort of mental or emotional wall between them. He just can’t seem to shake that little bit of paranoia that letting someone know everything he knows or thinks or feels could prove deadly or disastrous for him.

Friendship or romance?

I feel like Verde would take romance over friendship, in an odd way. He’s still a man and very much still has sexual urges so it’s more out of a drive to fulfil those urges than out of being a secret romantic, which he certainly isn’t.

Talent or skill?

Skill can never beat or match natural talent, no matter how much work is put in, in Verde’s opinion.

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ahgastae · 2 years

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paper tiger (part one) – min yoongi x f!reader

➥ m.list

➥ a/n: this was originally gonna be a fully written fic but i’m turning it into bullet points and using it as a springboard to (hopefully) escape my writing block. there will be a part two to this!! and probably more depending on how far i go with it! my schedule’s just been,, pretty crazy lol. anyway, feedback is appreciated, as always, and i hope you enjoy ♡

truth be told, you never would have imagined your path would cross with that of the infamous campus “bad boy,” min yoongi. you thought you two were—for lack of better phrasing—complete polar opposites. but then an introductory poetry class forces you both together for a semester-long project, and you learn how to read between more than just the written lines.

it’s move-in day for the new year at your university

you and your friends all made a deal to get there around the same time to help each other get settled bc unpacking can be a bit of a bitch

you normally share a dorm with one of them, but there’s an odd number of you guys this year since nayeon graduated last semester

so you—being the amazing friend you are—took one for the team and accepted the random placement

you’re the first of your group to arrive when you get to campus, so you decide you may as well start taking things up to your room while you wait

fighting your way through the chaos in the main room is a bit of a struggle, but you finally manage to may your way to the elevators

luckily, there’s already one waiting when you get there and with only one other person standing inside

he looks like he must be another student, but for some reason you can’t shake the feeling there’s something familiar about him

maybe you’ve seen him at one of those parties nayeon liked to drag you along to??

the elevator doors start closing before you can dwell on it for too long

your eyes widen and you break into a small jog, clutching onto your box of belongings for dear life as you hurry to make it in time

“wait!” you call out to the guy already in the elevator. “hold the doors, please!”

he doesn’t even look up from his phone.

the elevator doors shut right as you reach them

you slow to a stop with a small huff, trying not to be too frustrated at the fact that that guy just completely blew you off

pretended like he didn’t even notice you sprinting towards him like a mad woman

alright, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it was still rude

what kind of asshole lets the doors close right in someone’s face just so they can get to their floor a few seconds earlier??

you roll your eyes, pressing the button to call for another elevator and pushing mr. “i’m too impatient to hold the door for two seconds” out of your mind

your friends will be there any minute and you guys have lunch planned after you’re finished unpacking, so you’ve got plenty of other things to focus on

no use getting all worked up over some random guy you’ll probably never see again anyway, even if he was a dick

after spending more time than you’d like to admit lost in the halls, you finally reach your dorm

only to find that your dormmate—whomever they may be—has already taken the liberty to unpack all of their things

and you mean all of their things

the place is already completely cluttered despite it being the very first day and your dormmate being nowhere in sight

you decide figuring that out will just have to be later y/n’s problem, though, bc it’s not long before you get a text from jihyo asking where your dorm is

it’s accompanied by a selfie with all the girls crowded behind her, bright smiles on their faces

you feel a smile of your own coming on as you type out a response

maybe today will go back to looking up after all

later that day, you’re at lunch with all your friends, sharing what you guys did over the summer while you weren’t together

you were pleasantly surprised to find nayeon tagged along, happy to see your old dormie even if you couldn’t live together anymore

you’re in the middle of telling her about a mishap with the bookcase in your new dorm—let’s just say you were not expecting to find a collection of...“adult” novels while putting your textbooks away—when something across the restaurant catches your eye

sitting there, at a booth secluded in the corner, is the asshole guy from the elevator this morning

you kinda panic a bit upon seeing him, hitting your knee on the bottom of the table and catching the attention of the other girls

“everything okay?” jeongyeon asks

you vaguely gesture to the stranger sitting at the table in the corner, briefly explaining what happened w the elevator this morning

you ask nayeon if he was at one of those parties like you thought

“oh, yeah, i know him! that’s min yoongi!” she exclaims. “but i don’t really think he’s the type who would be at one of jackson’s parties.”

this prompts a conversation on just what “type” min yoongi is

which, of course, is the “bad boy”

your friends then take turns speculating about him and the kind of person he is, some even sharing rumors they’ve heard about the infamous min yoongi around campus

jihyo says he used to be the star of the university’s basketball team until he got kicked off for some mysterious reason

“everyone thinks it was fighting or drugs or maybe even something worse, but no one really knows what happened,” she shrugs.

you just kinda nod along, eyes drifting back to the black-haired boy sitting with his small group of friends

you briefly wonder if he’s really all that bad when his eyes suddenly flash up to meet yours

and while you think he’s absolutely beautiful

his glare intimidates you to your very core

and you can’t help but think that maybe the stories are true

the next time you see min yoongi is on the first official day of classes

and you’re running late to your first one bc your dormmate—whom you still have not seen, let alone met—somehow moved your toiletry bag before you could take a shower

you’re on the verge of a breakdown, absolutely refusing to walk in late on the very first day and sprinting across campus with your still-damp hair flailing around behind you

you (unceremoniously) burst into the classroom two minutes before class is scheduled to start, drawing everyone’s attention to you as you stand in the doorway catching your breath

obviously embarrassed but glad not to be late, you sheepishly slink to one of the last available seats in the back of the room

everyone’s eyes are thankfully pulled off of you when the professor starts talking seconds later and you take a moment to actually collect yourself

the professor rattles on about beginning of the semester stuff, attendance and syllabi and all that crap

you kinda let yourself go into daydream mode while he talks

it’s an introductory english class focused solely on poetry and you’re really only taking it to fulfill a liberal arts requirement for your degree

pretty much expected to be your fluff class for this semester tbh

the sound of the classroom door slamming jolts you out of your thoughts, and you jump when you hear a deep voice next to you

you look up to find, lo and behold, none other than min fucking yoongi asking if the seat next to you is available

admittedly, your first reaction is to look around and make sure he’s talking to you, and then see if there’s any other empty seats that are not right next to you

unfortunately (for you, that is), there aren’t, so you have no choice but to nervously nod your head

yoongi doesn’t say anything else as he sits down and you wonder if he recognizes you from the elevator the other day

somewhat hoping he’ll apologize or something so you’ll at least be a little less intimated

but he doesn’t

he doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the class period, doesn’t even look in your general direction at all, and gets up as soon as the professor releases the class

you try not to think too much about it or let it bother you

you take a minute to pack up your thinks since your next class isn’t for a while, standing up from your chair and getting ready to leave when you notice something underneath the desk

you kneel down to pick up the worn, bound notebook and look around to see if any of the students left in the classroom claim it

but no one seems to bat an eye

the next class is already starting to filter in and you don’t want to linger, so you just decide to take it with you for now

you head to the library for a quiet lunch, where you had planned on getting a head start actually reading the syllabi for some of your classes

at least, until that notebook spills out of your bag

it falls open on the floor, giving you a good view of what looks like a poem scribbled on its page

you know you have no business reading it since it’s not yours and is probably fairly personal stuff from your initial skimming

but, soon enough, your curiosity eventually takes over and you’re scanning through the pages and reading the words heartfully scrawled within them

and honestly... your heart kinda breaks for whoever this person is

“the moment i’m flying high as i wished / my shadow grows in that blasting stark light / please don’t let me shine / don’t let me down, don’t let me fly”

their pain is evident in their words, bleeding off the page and right into your sympathetic heart

you have to push those feelings away, though, when you realize there’s about ten minutes left before your next class starts

and that what you just did is a huge invasion of privacy

but... as you sit down in your next lecture...

you can’t help but wonder who the journal’s owner is

and just who came up with all those beautiful words

that night, you and your friends (minus nayeon :( ) are all collected in momo and sana’s dorm room to recount how your first day of the semester has gone

dahyun’s halfway through a story about a girl who took off her shirt to wipe up some coffee she spilled (a real thing that i actually experienced btw) when you remember the journal

jeongyeon, noticing your lack of attention, asks what’s up

you start with the journal—even guiltily admitting that you may have read a page or two—which then reminds you of your first class that morning

including your experience sitting next to a certain min yoongi

surprisingly, your friends seem to gloss over the fact that you snooped into some stranger’s personal thoughts and feelings and jump to hear about the infamous bad boy who chose to sit next to you of all people

(you pretend to only take a little bit of offense to that)

they ask what he was like and if he said anything to you and if he’s really as scary as people say he is

and you?? don’t really have anything to say?

yeah, he intimidates you to hell and back, but it’s not like he actively did anything to make you afraid of him in any way

you... would maybe even go as far as to say he was kinda cute, even with the seemingly permanent scowl on his face

your friends definitely don’t miss that part

they all start teasing you—in good faith—about having a crush on the “bad boy,” and after only one day of class, no les

you’re adamant that it’s not like that and that you wouldn’t want to get yourself involved with someone “like him” anyway

(even though you really have no idea what that means)

thankfully, your friends let it go pretty fast and move onto some other piece of drama that managed to occur that day

but not before jeongyeon says something, albeit jokingly, that sticks in the back of your mind

“who knows? maybe that mystery journal actually belongs to mr. bad boy himself.”

could it...?

no, that’s probably not it

you decide that can’t be true

what are the chances of min yoongi being able to write like that??

the rest of the night goes by pretty much without incident and you return back to your dorm fairly late

your dormmate is still m.i.a., or at least they are to you

you’re honestly starting to think you’re living with some kind of ghost

how is it possible that you still haven’t run into each other??

but anyway

now that you’re finally alone again...

your mind wanders back to the journal

and its owner

yoongi definitely doesn’t strike you as the type to write something like that

you’re not an expert on poetry or anything (actually quite the opposite), but you just don’t see how it could be him

still, the thought lingers in the back of your mind as you fall asleep

along with the stark image of two dark, clouded eyes

a couple days later, you once again find yourself walking into the lecture hall for your (and yoongi’s) poetry class

with a full day between the last time you’ve seen yoongi, you’ve kinda been able to push him and the journal from your thoughts

you only had a few classes yesterday and spent the rest of your time either waiting for your elusive dormmate to finally reveal themselves or reorganizing your class folders while listening to some music

you never really thought of yourself as a “creative” person, but music was one of the few arts that you could actually find yourself getting lost in

but between school and grades and just growing up in general you found yourself unable to express that passion more and more

and now here you are, an emotionally constipated perfectionist who would sooner keel over than be able to write anything like what was in that journal

and there you go, thinking about it again

at least this time it’s a good thing, since you’re sitting in your poetry class eyeing all the students who walk in

you got there early this time in the hopes of finding the journal’s owner, but so far none of the people who have walked in strike you as the person behind the poems you haven’t been able to shake

then your professor arrives and starts his lecture, and you can’t help but feel a little disappointed as you solemnly resort to taking notes

min yoongi walks in late, again, and you’re surprised when he still sits next to you despite the various empty seats in other parts of the room

you begrudgingly notice that he seems kinda nervous or on edge

you debate asking him if the journal belongs to him when the professor announces the first big “project” of the semester

wow, second day and you’re already getting into the real shit

they really do move quick, don’t they??

he clarifies that yes, it is a big project and a big part of your final grade but that’s why he’s letting you know about it this early

the project is something that’ll take place over the entire semester and will require you to work with at least one other student

already, you’re like “oh fuck” because you don’t know anyone else in the class and you hate group projects as is

why should you have to put your grade in the hands of some other students when you have no idea what kinda work ethic they have??

and especially when you can do it just as well all by yourself???

but before you can mentally rant anymore, your professor goes on to explain what the project actually is

everyone is tasked with writing a series of poems throughout the semester. a portfolio of sorts

they can be as long as you want or in any poetic form you want, as long as they come from the heart and mean something to the person writing them

everyone else seems pretty excited about it but you’re just sitting there confused as hell bc “wtf does that mean??”

but you don’t even get the chance to think about that before someone—a boy in the front row with an?? australian? accent—asks, “then what do we have to work with someone else on?”

and your professor goes on to explain

whoever you work with is basically going to be who you’re bouncing your ideas off of

he wants you to share your poems and ideas back and forth for the entire semester and get your partner’s opinion on your writing before it makes its way to him

see if they can tell if it’s coming from your heart before it gets to the real deal

and then, at the end of the semester, when you (supposedly) have a better understanding of each other due to “connecting” over your poems for four months

you have to write one final poem together and turn it in to him with the rest of your “portfolio”

uhh... what?

he’s expecting you to not only communicate and share your “deepest thoughts” with some stranger in this random fluff class that you basically only took for the easy grade

but he wants you to actually sit down and talk about theirs, too??

the professor finishes up by telling the class they can start splitting off into duos/group now if they want, as long as everyone’s found someone to work with and let him know by next week

he doesn’t “want you guy to waste any time when you could be reflecting!” and people are already starting to flock together inside the classroom

you sit there kinda slack-jawed for a few minutes, watching how most of the class is already finding their groups and declaring themselves partners for the weeks to come

the first thing you think about is how the hell you’re going to find someone adequate to work with by next week

the next is whether you should try and find the journal owner to be your partner

you already know they have a pretty good idea of what they’re doing when it comes to poetry

and, honestly, that’s what you’re going to need since you haven’t been much of a creative yourself for a while now

but how are you going to do that when you have no idea who the journal owner even is??

yoongi, who has also made no attempt to find a partner of his own, rises from his seat, the chair loudly dragging across the tile floor

you’re pulled from your thought yet again, just in time to watch his back as he walks through the classroom door

something in the back of your mind nags at you to go after him as he walks away, but you force it down with a shake of your head

even if he was the journal’s author, there’s no way in hell you’re sticking yourself with min yoongi for the rest of the semester

a week later, you’re just about at your wit’s end

you spent all of the time your professor allocated to you trying to find a partner but it seems like pretty much everyone has already found someone to work with

and you’re too much of a coward to ask if you can join any of the other existing groups

(that and you really want to keep the amount of people you have to interact with to a minimum)

and on top of that, you still don’t know who the journal’s owner is

the two class periods you had in between were just as helpful as the first one you spent looking

meaning not at all

and on top of that

you’re quickly finding that you can’t write poems for shit

everything you’ve tried to write so far has some out sounding forced and cliche

how is it so easy for agust d to do it?

oh, yeah, you also found some kind of nickname or something scribbled into the back cover of the journal, which is what you started calling the owner from then on

at least, what you’ve been calling them in your head

your friends kind of lost interest in the “mysterious journal” story shortly after jihyo started going out with one of the captain on the rival school’s dance team

so you’ve pretty much been left to figure things out on your own

anyway, you walk into class ready to ask your professor if he would be willing to make an exception and let you work by yourself when you receive an odd surprise

min yoongi, who has continued to sit next to you over the past week, is not only back in his “usual” set, but he’s actually there early

you’ve grown so used to him walking in late that it’s a bit of a shock and you forget all about why you wanted to talk to your professor and sit down

and before you know it, class is started and he’s calling for everyone who hasn’t already confirmed their partners with him to come down and do it now

you almost feel like your heart’s going to jump out of your chest

you still don’t have a partner and you really don’t think there’s anymore time to find one now

maybe there’ll be an odd number of people in the class and he’ll just let you go solo anyway?

or will he make you join another group since he technically said it doesn’t have to be just two people?

you’re about to overthink yourself into a panic attack when someone—pretty aggressively—poke your shoulder

you turn to ask them to leave you alone when you realize it’s none other than min yoongi himself

he’s sitting there staring at you with this bored look on his face and you’re about to ask what he wants when he says,

“do you wanna work together?”

and you blink

“w-what?”

“do you want to work together?” he repeats. “or do you already have a partner?”

well, you can’t really say no now, can you?

not when your professor’s getting closer to your name on the roster and yoongi’s staring at you expectantly with those shrouded eyes and you really don’t have a part and he’ll find out that you lied if you say you do and—

“...do you already have one?”

you inwardly cringe as soon as the question leaves your mouth

min yoongi, however, raises a brow

“would i be asking you if i did?”

“...”

you stay silent for a moment

“okay, yeah. we can work together”

and that’s how you ended up stuck with min yoongi for the semester

#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi #min yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fic #bts fluff #bts angst #my writing #i still have no idea how to tag things lmao :)))))

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becci-chan · 2 years

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Reclaiming What’s Yours ~600 words Summary: Tony gets to see Steve’s tattoo. You can also read the story on AO3. :)

Since Steve never really actively thought about it, it wasn’t at the top of his mind when Tony undressed him for the first time. But Tony noticed it immediately, his fingertips reaching out to touch the black ink that started right below Steve’s left hipbone and ended on his thigh.

Later, they both lay in silence, letting their breaths calm after a shared orgasm. Tony’s fingers lightly traced the black lines on Steve’s body.

“I had no idea you had a tattoo. Honestly, I didn’t even know they would work on you.”

Steve hummed non-committedly but didn’t try to change the topic.

“Calla lilies are often used as grave flowers, right?” Tony asked, and Steve nodded.

“It’s usually a last wish to someone. A hope they’ll find eternal peace after leaving the Earth. Depending on the colour they can also mean courage, love, wisdom, or gratitude. I… didn’t want to give too much away by adding one.”

“It’s for your mother, isn’t it?” Tony whispered in the darkness, like it was a secret between only the two of them. And maybe it was.

Steve nodded.

“It’s more than that, but yes.”

“When did you get it?” Tony asked gently, like he was hesitant to do so. But his curiosity always won out over his sensitivity.

“Shortly after S.H.I.E.L.D. started using me as their lap dog,” Steve said bitterly. “I wanted to sorta reclaim my body and… well, other things hadn’t worked.”

Steve could feel Tony shiver next to him, so he tightened his hold around him.

“I don’t know why the tattoo of all things worked. Maybe the serum didn’t detect it as an open wound. It simply accepted the ink and then did its thing about preserving it ever since.”

“Fascinating,” Tony said and let his hand rest on Steve’s thigh where the spathe of the calla lily was. “The placement of your tattoo is smart. And it’s upside-down. Was your artist the only person who had seen it until now?”

“Live? Yes. In a picture? No. She took a photo of it at the end of my session and asked if she could post it on her instagram anonymously. I was fine it.”

“Have you seen the photo or how many people liked it?” Tony asked with a smirk. “You have really nice thighs after all.”

Steve laughed.

“Thanks, but no. I got what I wanted and the quality exceeded my expectation. I don’t need the validation from random people on the internet. I hope Chloe got all the praise for her work though, she did an amazing job.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, then hesitated for a moment. “I’m glad it helped.”

“Me, too.”

Steve was quiet for a bit. He kept his secrets close to his chest, but Tony was different. For the first time ever, he wanted to be completely honest.

“I hated the situation I was in so much, Tony. For a while I wished I had never agreed to get the serum at all. The tattoo did help, and still does. It’s a treasured memory of my ma and it was my choice. I didn’t need to ask anyone for permission.”

Tony leaned over and kissed him sweetly, reassuringly.

“I hope nobody will make you feel like your body isn’t your own ever again.”

He squeezed Steve’s thigh and earned a smile in return.

Steve found comfort in Tony’s touch and the knowledge the calla lily would always be his reminder and guiding light, just like his ma had been.

#stony #stevetony #fanfic #my writing #marvel

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thewriterowl · 2 years

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One eye anon here!

Just so you know, I'm like 30 and been dealing with this stuff my whole life, I fully accept that this is just a part of my life and honestly I find a lot of humor in it. Like yeah some things can be hella annoying, but for the most part I just *shrug emoji* and vibe with my vision impaired self 😂😂😂😂

• Constantly misjudge my placement when walking through doors and bang my shoulder on doorways on my blind side, so I have a perpetually bruised/sore shoulder. (I then typically proceed to curse at and demean the doorway for making me look like a clumsy jackass)

• I usually try to keep the people I'm walking with on my seeing side or else I lose track of them. My friends/family don't even react when I reach out and shift them to my other side if they're on my blind side.

• People coming up to me on my blind side typically scare the shit out of me cause I have no idea they are there. Suddenly there's just a voice next to me and I jump a mile high. It happens a lot at work because of the placement of my desk.

• If someone tries to get my attention by waving and they're on my blind side, I completely miss them. I have no clue they are there and people have gotten mad af at me for it before I explain why I 'ignored' them.

• This is one of the annoying things - if suddenly I get something in my good eye while driving, there have been times where I have to pull over immediately because I can't fucking see.

• Hand-eye coordination is a bit fucked, so I have to really focus on certain tasks that require it to be good. Me and sports never went well 😂

• Only having one eye to rely on can cause strain and headaches pretty easily, especially with a lot of screen time/reading. Sometimes vision in my good eye will go fuzzy so I gotta just chill for a bit and do nothing til it clears up.

I'm probably forgetting some things, but that's the gist of it!

There's definitely a lot of ways this can cause issues in battle or just in general interactions. Especially when it comes to a group of people that already despise our sunshine boy and will use any perceived slight to be nasty to him. Obviously our boy has the Force and a lot of the dumb shit I deal with would be negated by that, but it seems like his connection has been either severely damaged or atleast dampened in Blooms so 👀👀👀👀

Hello Anon!

Oh snap, thank you so much for providing all of this information!! If I go this route, this will be amazing resources to use! Thank you for taking the time to show this to me. i must now really think about this and the route I wanna go with his eye XD

#owl inbox

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savesharkwars · 2 months

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One of those Days - ‘Coffee’ Shop AU

Mari, who works at Slaggernacks, runs into a new shark at the bar.

AU background: This takes place after the final battle, making Gray a very popular shark across most of the Big Blue, but Mari and Gray have never met. Mari was injured in the same place that she died in canon, but in this AU she didn’t die. So now she works at Slaggernacks, knowing Trank from who knows where.

Note: Characters (especially Gray) may be out of character, also I made a couple things up, so, just bear with me here. Also, I wrote this for a project where I wrote different tropes for this fandom! So stay tuned I guess.

Words: 2907

(Fic and end notes under the cut.)

Mari flicked her tail to the beat of the song. Whoever this new band was, they were good . Of course, that’s what she expected from a group hired specifically by Trank. He understood the place in a way no one but his boss did, and now that his boss was busy elsewhere (she’d heard whispers of a rare greenie smuggling going on in the Indi Ocean), Trank was in charge of the place, and boy was he good at it.

Being alright friends with her (at least, as much of friends as a Thresher Shark and a Stonefish were ever going to be in a place worked mostly by other dwellers), Trank had allowed her to take the job, and she was thankful for that. She didn’t really need a job, so it wasn’t like he had changed her entire world or anything, but she had been in need of a bit of extra fish, so it certainly didn’t hurt. (And after her injury in the battle, hunting was pretty much off the table for the foreseeable future.)

She flicked a fin, feeling the old scars stretch her skin in painful ways. (But ways that she had come to accept as normal nonetheless.)

She would have preferred to work pretty much anywhere else. (Heck, she would have endured the teasing and rudeness of the Seazarian’s court to this. Though she had heard it had gotten better after a Dogfish had taken over the previous Megladons.) But she would’ve been lying to say that the place hadn’t grown on her at least a little bit.

Being run mostly (or entirely, depending on who you asked) by dwellers, it was one of the most accepting places she’d ever been, even if fights and shady business were just as common as a delicious meal. Which, trust her on this, were very common in a place with cooks as amazing as Slaggernacks’.

She let her brain come back to the present, feeling a slight warmth cross her face as she realized that she hadn’t been paying attention to her job. She turned a quick circle, but was glad to see that none of the tables seemed to need her help at the moment. (She’d been lucky with her daydream timing, she supposed.)

She gave the water one slap of her quick thresher tail and glided back to the bar area. (It was called a bar just as much because it had been constructed out of a railing from some sunken land shark boat as what they served there. Being one of the two or three sharks on the list of employees, she had been one of the people assigned to moving the rail, that’s how new it was.) She had to get back to work quickly, because judging by the placement in the song that the whales sang, the current fish manning the bar had been due to take a break a few minutes ago.

She slid through the water effortlessly, dodging a passing tigershark (he still had the remains of a half eaten tuna fish hanging out of his mouth) and a crackling electric eel with relative ease. She hardly even noticed the soft pause in conversation as a newcomer made his way through the door, his flanks getting momentarily stuck in the skinny cave opening. Finally though, she managed to get to where she was meant to be.

“Sorry,” she murmured, nodding apologetically to the pufferfish behind the counter, “I got a little bit sidetracked, I’ll take over now.”

Thankfully for her and her not-yet-poisoned blood, the yellow and black fish didn’t seem all that annoyed, nodding back to her and swimming away with a burst of bubbles. She looked out across the restaurant, checking to see if anything bad was happening. (There hadn’t been trouble for pretty much the whole day, and if the eel and tigershark were anything to prove it, they were just about due for their fair share of trouble.)

But when she looked out at the customers, passing over each other without a care in the world, the only thing that caught her eye was the newcomer she had barely seen early. She felt one of her fins twitch involuntarily as he was led to a free table. ‘Is that a megalodon?’ she wondered, her mouth flopping open embarrassingly as she watched his tail nearly knock over a table, ‘If so, does that mean that he-,’

She shook her head, dismissing her thoughts of the megalodon commander of the winning side of the war. She had to get back to work, this was no time to be staring at random customers! That’s the kind of behavior that got people into fights, and if her missing fin tip was any indication, she wasn’t really ready for a fight.

But as she continued to work, taking orders from the customers back to the cooks in the back caves and mixing various sharks soupy messes of greenie bits, she couldn’t drag her mind off of the newcomer. (But strangely enough, she didn’t seem to be the only one busy thinking about him, as he was quickly getting surrounded by other customers. She would have called for people to split them up, but when she’d taken a quick peek over at him, it became clear that he was smiling as he talked with the others.) Somehow, it seemed like he knew the other sharks, and in the back of her mind, an electric tingle buzzed.

Had she been right when she had thought of the former general, and former Seazarian, of the Big Blue? She’d heard a lot about that shark, of how he’d given up his position to his dogfish friend, about how he was skilled in the ancient skills of Takiza, and of course she’d heard of his incredible plans back in the war. She had been in the fight with him, after all. Even if she actually ended up as a part of the ghostfins, there was no escaping the stories of Gray, the youngest general the Big Blue had ever seen.

She gave her tail a quick flick and sent herself gliding a bit closer to the throng that was quickly forming around the newcomer. (There was no harm in that, right? The other employees, mainly those camouflaged among the rocks and greenie patches on the ground, were doing just the same thing. And besides, no one was coming up to the bar, they were all busy seeing what was going on as well.)

Mari strained to hear what was happening, but nothing sounded off or especially interesting. Just a bunch of friends meeting up for the first time in what seemed to be forever. And when the group began to disperse a few minutes later, leaving her to deal with customers once more, she could only assume that that was all that had happened. A meetup of friends who had met up by accident, pulled together by a shared love of seasoned fish.

But when she saw who her next customer was, she nearly snapped a month’s worth of teeth clean out of her jaws.

It was the newcomer, and she was absolutely sure of his identity now. From the cut in his dorsal fin to the way he carried himself, he was unmistakable. Yep, there was no doubt about it, this was Gray, the renowned general and former Seazarian of the Big Blue. (And Mari felt her skin turn an awkward shade of pink as he swam in front of her, checking out the menu.)

“Uh,” she stuttered, feeling nothing like herself as she struggled through her words, “What would you like to order, um-,”

“Gray,” he grinned, giving her a stained tooth smile as he nodded politely (but Mari doubted a mistake in her ears when she heard an awkwardness to his voice), “I’d like the golden greenie shake, if that’s possible.”

She nodded, swimming somewhat shakily as she made her way to the supply cave for the golden greenie, “Anything else?” she called over her shoulder, “We have seasoned sea bass for half price today.”

He sounded interested as he responded. “What kind of seasoning?” he asked, and when she turned around with the golden greenie, he had produced a small stack of nondescript brown fish and a couple of tuna from Tyro knows where, “I usually like the spicy fish.”

She smiled and got to chewing up the greenie as she nodded, “You’re in luck,” she said between bites, “We just got a supply of rare Indi spices just this week,” (she did not mention the fact that these spices were very possibly smuggled in illegally), “And I hear that they’ve cracked out the box of pepper from the nearby landshark sinking.”

Gray looked even more interested, thought about it for a moment, and then nodded, dropping his fish down onto the railing (they floated a small bit upwards before Mari was able to grab them). “Will this be enough?” he asked, politely, catching the fish she hadn’t managed to grab with a spare fin, “I could go get more if it’s not-”

“No this is plenty,” said Mari, her voice muffled as much by the fish in her mouth as by a sudden shock of embarrassment as she caught her mind wandering. (She couldn’t even force herself to repeat what it had said to her.) She turned to the payment cave and put the fish down, “I believe your golden greenie is done, by the way,” she said, trying to cover for her mind’s momentary slip in focus, “Would you like a rock slap with it or are you fine with collecting it yourself?”

She gestured with her tail to the mix of greenie that floated in a glob between them. Most people just slurped up their shakes at the bar, but some rathered to bring them back to their tables, and a small rock was the best way they had figured out so far, as it kept most of the greenie from getting out into the water, while not looking too ridiculous at the same time.

Gray appeared to think about it (just enough time for her to shout the order down to the cooking cave), but just nodded before opening his jaws and swallowing the clump of greenie whole.

It wasn’t an unknown approach, but as Mari’s fin twitched involuntarily and a warm blush filled her skin, she couldn’t help but feel that there was something impressive about the way he had done it. (At least, she had to make herself think that, because if not there was absolutely no excuse for the sudden feeling that filled her.) I mean, really who gets a crush on someone because they ate a random mash of greenie quickly?

Mari shook the thoughts away, feeling the water grow warm around her as she swam back into the current that ran through the place. Gray was grinning, and she felt her heart beat faster as nodded approvingly. “You’re good at making those!” he said, but there wasn’t a hint of surprise in his voice, it was like he had expected her to be good, “It really felt like a shake, and not just a glob of greenie.”

Mari laughed. That’s all it was really, a glob of greenie mixed with just a hint of flavoring. (But she was happy to hear that someone thought otherwise.) “Thank you,” she grinned, “I gave it my best shot.”

Gray smirked at her, and her gills gave a tiny stutter. “How long have you been working here?” he asked (And was it her imagination or did she catch a flicker of nervousness in his voice? The kind of nervousness an awkward teenager who was just putting on a big front would display?)

He swam a bit closer, until his snout was clean past the rusty railing. “Because I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…?”

Mari flushed and swam backward slightly, waving her fins as she excused herself. “I’ve only been working here a little while,” she admitted, swishing her tail a few extra times than was strictly necessary as she headed towards the storage cave, “I got into a bit of trouble in the big war and-,” she disappeared, and when she appeared she had a hunk of greenie in her mouth, muffling her speech, “-it never was really the same for me.”

She lifted her injured fin, and Gray’s eyes widened as he saw the damage across it. (The Indi Shiver doctor that had treated her had told her it was lucky that she was able to keep upright at all, and based on Gray’s expresion, it was clear that he was having a similar thought process.)

“It’s not all bad though,” she reassured him between chomps of the greenie and spices, “I got my chance to defend the ocean, and now I’m working at a really interesting joint.”

Gray laughed, and Mari’s smile turned ever so slightly upward when she heard him. “You can say that again!” he grinned, backing up slightly (probably to get a better current through his gills), “I could count all my teeth and still not have enough for the number of fights I’ve seen happen in here!” He grinned, and then his face fell, as if realizing something. “Not to be rude of course,” he hurried, ”And I was exaggerating.”

Now it was Mari’s turn to laugh, and she spit the mash of greenie out into the water around them (a preparation for a next customer… and an excuse to keep talking), “No no,” she reassured him, feeling her odd urge to blush growing ever more as he spilled more and more of a clumsy personality to her, “I know. I grew up way away from here, and I swear it’s like every five minutes there’s a new thing to worry about.”

He smiled, but it was suddenly distant, as if he was remembering something that he wanted to bring up to her. “I grew up in Coral Shiver,” he admitted, and Mari felt a shock of surprise (for one thing, announcing where you lived was not a regular thing to do in a place like Slaggernacks, and for two, Grat was a much larger shark than those expected from the comfy shiver of Coral), “But I had to, uh, take some time away.”

He looked embarrassed, and as she swept the greenie shake out of the way and into the collection cave, she tilted her head, intrigued. “Why? What happened?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t prying too hard (but she would be lying if she didn’t say she wanted to know everything she could about this odd shark.)

“I got kicked out,” he admitted, suddenly sheepish, “Me and my friend Barklay.”

The name was familiar, and Mari was suddenly reminded of the fact that the shark in front of her seemed to be a Megladon of some kind. (And that he bore a striking resemblance to the general of the collective armada that had fought against Hoccu not too many months before.)

But out loud she only asked, “Kicked out? How?!”

He shook his head, as if dismissing an embarrassing memory, “That doesn’t matter,” she muttered, “And it’s stupid anyway.”

Mari looked at him, but her mouth curved up and into a grin anyway. She understood that feeling. As a little shark, there were lots of stupid things that she had done, why would this beautiful, odd stranger be any different.

There was a pause, and Mari could see a very ‘dizzy’ looking Whitetip swimming his way over to the bar. “Well,” she said, feeling an odd ache in her chest as the conversation with Gray was forced to an end, “I guess I have to keep working now,” Gray looked the direction she was looking, and an unreadable (yet highly possibly blushing) expression crossed his thick blue snout.

He didn’t want to leave her either.

Right as she was about to swim off though, he turned to her, fast as if this was the last chance he would get to get his message across. “Can you meet me later?” he asked, and, ignoring the way she froze in her tracks, he continued, “At the sunken ship near here?”

She looked at him, surprised. (But she couldn’t help but feel the stutter in her gills as her heart raced.) “At what time?” she breathed, surprising even herself with her tone.

“As soon as your shift lets out,” Gray was practically pleading, “I- I have a lot of things that I want to talk about with you.”

Normally it would be strictly against protocol for a worker at Slaggernacks to accept an invitation like this. Normally it would be dangerous to accept an invitation like this. But somehow, Mari knew she could trust this shark. Maybe it was the presence he carried himself with, maybe it was the fact that, despite his size, he was just as young of a shark as she was, maybe it was the odd suspicion that she had that he had been a very influential figure in the past for who knows how long.

So she gave him one toothy grin, slapped her tail on the water as she turned away from him, and wiggled her fins. “I'll get let out as soon as the next band comes on,” she called over her shoulder, “I’ll meet you as soon as I can.”

Uh. I hope you enjoyed. XD

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