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lunavelha · 9 months ago

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Come Back, be here.

Paring : Laxus Dreyar x f!reader.

Word Count : 3381.

Contains : Explicit content, beginning of smut, thigh riding. Minors DNI.

My note : English is not my main tongue, and i do not have any beta reader, so sorry if I have made any mistake ! Also, it was supposed to be longer, but I didn’t wrote a smut for such a long time that I stopped it before. I hope you can still enjoy it tho’ !

Be careful spoiler of tenor arc /!\

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7 years. 7 long years had passed, so much pain had been caused by the disappearance of her friends, since he had disappeared. She hadn't had a chance to speak with him after he'd been exiled from the guild, and unfortunately, the last words they'd exchanged had been words of anger. It had started out as a small argument, but in just a few minutes it had grown into something much bigger.

Ever since that day, (y/n) had been replaying her own words over and over in her mind. She told herself that she could have understood his point of view better, that she shouldn't have been so mean or defensive, that she could have asked him to talk, to sit down, or at least to separate for a few minutes until he calmed down. (Y/n) now had to carry the guilt on her shoulders, now that he was gone, she would never have the chance to make amends.

She had needed to get as far away from the guild as possible, everything reminded her of Laxus, his place at the bar, the table where he usually sat with the Thunder God Tribe, or even just her house. His scent was still in the sheets, his clothes were still in the wardrobe. She'd never found the courage to take them off, she didn't want to lose him again. (Y/n) still had a small part of hope inside her that he wasn't dead after all, that he'd turn up on her doorstep and everything would go back to the way it was before. But she knew it was a lost cause, something she dreamt about every night.

And then one fine morning, Lamia Scale was there, saying that at last there might still be some realistic hope. The energy at the island hadn't completely disappeared, and was slowly building up again after all these years. (Y/n) had simply let her gaze wander to the horizon, but what if it wasn't true? Perhaps the magic really was returning to this place, but without giving their friends a chance of survival. The young woman had refused to go on an adventure with the others, but she could see that some of them were terribly happy, especially the members of Shadow Gear. She had no right to let her feelings get the better of her too, she had to keep a cold head, keep her hopes deep in her heart, and above all, not let anyone see it.

"-You can go home, it's possible they'll be back tomorrow, there's no real point in spending the night here. When they're back, don't worry, you'll know." Macao said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"-I...I don't even know why I'm still here. Every time they leave, we end up disappointed... If you only knew how much I want it to be the right one, for them to suddenly walk through the door, for Gray to strip, for Natsu to start fighting him, for Erza to try and separate them so that her cake gets destroyed, and for her to finally join in the fight too. And Laxus... Even if he came back, could he come back to the guild? Would he want to talk to me..." She looked at the guild leader, before shaking her head. "-I'm just at my breaking point sometimes."

"-Go get some rest, you're back from a mission. But we're here, we can support you, okay? Whether it's tomorrow, or even for years, we're with you. One day we'll understand, one day I'm sure we'll find them." He nodded to her towards the door. "-I'll walk you out, Romeo's still outside, you know how he's been since..."

"-He lost Natsu, we all know how much he admires him. He's like me on this one, too much hope ends up hurting, he's protecting himself."

Macao and (y/n) left the guild, walking through the streets of Magnolia. The young woman looked around, trying to find Romeo, it was a way for her not to think about what was going to happen in the next few hours at least. Once at Magnolia South Park, (y/n) noticed Romeo sitting against the tree, looking around. He too didn't want to get his hopes up. Telling Macao that she could finish on her own, she left him to go and talk to his son.

The young woman arrived home a few minutes later, and sat down on her sofa, looking in front of her, where on the small table was a drawing of the Thunder God Tribe, a gift from Reader.

The only thing she could do now was wait, and above all, hope to see her lifelong love alive again.

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Hours had passed without any real news. (y/n) finally got up and stood in front of the window, trying to see someone from the guild approaching. But no one came. When there was a sudden knock on the door, she frowned, wondering who it could be, and went straight to open it.

Behind her was Bisca, a slight smile on her face. It was surprising, since she hadn't seen her coming from the guild, perhaps she came here from the boat?

"-I figured you'd be here." She smiled at him, "-Come on, let's get back to the guild."

"-If you're here it's to say something, no need to leave to do so."

"-I'm not saying anything until we get back to the guild. Take your jacket or don't, but I'm not waiting for you."

The woman leaves her house, letting (y/n) stand here for a few seconds, wondering what she should do. She knew that she would be disappointed at the end, that they didn’t find anyone. But… what if ? What if he has come back ? Having finally made her decision, she left her house, barely taking the time to lock her front door. Bisca hadn't waited for her, and had already started on her way to the guild. (Y/n) had to run to catch up with her, coming to her side without saying a word.

A lump of anxiety had filled her stomach, and she could feel it growing as they walked.

After a few minutes, she stopped, hearing much more noise than usual coming from the guild. (Y/n) looked at Bisca, as if to ask if she was dreaming. So much noise could only mean one thing. A Fairy Tail party. A celebration. And so, the return of their companions, their friends, their family. The woman smiled gently at her, nodding. That was enough for (y/n) to start running, her heart beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. She didn't waste a second opening the door of the guild, discovering all those they had lost 7 years ago, all those they had mourned, cried.

And suddenly, in front of his eyes, was Natsu ruffling Romeo's hair, like a big brother would. Macao with Mirajane and Makarov chatting at the bar, probably making up for lost time. Erza with a slice of strawberry cake, while being with Alzack. Levy surrounded by Jet and Droy, crying non-stop as she tries to reassure them. Gildarts and Cana were at a table, a beer in front of each of them. Lisanna, Elfman, Lucy, Wendy, Gray, Juvia, Gajeel... Everyone was finally back.

She entered the room, attracting stares from her friends, but each of them said nothing - they knew who she was looking for. She too had the right to find him without being interrupted. Her gaze fell on his blond hair, and her eyes softened as tears quickly filled her eyes. Laxus turned around after Fried nudged him lightly, pointing to the young woman with a shake of his head.

Laxus rose from the bar, his gaze meeting the eyes of the woman he loved, the woman who had never really left his thoughts, the woman he had thought of directly when he woke up on this island. He was the first to move forward, realising that she must still be in a state of shock.

When he reached her level, he looked her up and down, realising that he had not kept his promise to always be there for her. For years she had been alone, she had suffered, she had probably had to fight. And he had simply disappeared from the face of the earth thanks to the Fairy Sphere. It was their only means of survival, and yet he blamed himself. Of course, Acnologia's arrival was not his fault, or that of anyone else in the guild, but he regretted his past actions. He'd been so blinded by it that he'd forgotten that behind it all, once the doors were closed, there was someone who loved him.

His hand rose to rest tenderly on her cheek, never taking his eyes off her for a second. He was trying to communicate his endless love for her, words had never really been his forte, but at this moment, he promised himself he would make an effort. She deserved it, she deserved all the happiness in the world, and Laxus wanted to be part of her happiness, he wanted to make her smile every morning when he kissed her, when he told her he loved her.

“-Laxus…” She whispers in a trembling voice.

“-I’m here now my love, I will never leave you again. I swear.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb, smiling. “-I’m sorry for everything that happened in the past, I will make up to you, we will be happy if you still want us to be together.”

“-Of course I want us, I never even thought about leaving you. Now that you are here again, you are stuck with me.” She let out a small laugh, although you could hear the emotion in her voice.

The blond smiled at her tenderly, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head, holding her against him as a few tears escaped from her eyes. The guild members around them looked on in delight. Makarov, the master, well, the former master, was happy to see his grandson reunited with the woman who loved him. Of course, he still couldn't understand how Laxus could have strayed from the straight and narrow by having someone like (y/n) by his side, but the main thing was that now, he wasn't just interested in possessing power.

Surprisingly, even Natsu hadn't said anything, he hadn't intervened to ask (y/n) to fight him, or Laxus. He'd realised that this wasn't the time, and it was one of the rare occasions when he finally understood the need not to be interrupted. Gray had done the same, not yet trying to provoke the pink-haired one, after all he could wait.

Once the reunion at the guild centre was over, (y/n) and Laxus headed towards the Thunder God Tribe to have a little more privacy. The young woman smiled at Freed, Bickslow and Evergreen; she'd had time to really get to know them since she was a child, but also in a different way as Laxus's girlfriend. Once the blond was seated, he pulled her closer to him, making her sit on his lap, putting a firm arm around her waist to hold her against his body.

“-You’re coming back to the guild right ?” She whispers to his only attention, looking at him expectantly.

“-I don’t know yet baby, for the moment I’m just happy to be here. I will speak to gramps later.”

“-Then you’re still living with me, I have your stuff in my closet.”

“-Of course, even if I didn’t want to, you would have kidnapped me, you little minx.”

The couple started to laugh, happy to finally be back together after so many years. She did not let him go, keeping her arms around him.

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For the rest of the night, (y/n) stayed with Laxus, her face against his chest, finally complete again. The guild had slowly begun to empty, with those who had lodgings outside leaving to join him. The young woman couldn't help but feel sorry for her friends, as when they had disappeared, the guild had managed to pay some of the rent so that their debts weren't too high, but over the last 4 years, this had become totally impossible. Missions had become rarer and rarer, guide members were leaving, and the worst was during the Grand Magic Games. The guild's reputation had been destroyed in such a short space of time.

Laxus drew her attention by gently kissing her cheek, making her lift her face towards him so that she could meet his gaze. There was so much love in his eyes that (y/n) thought she might start crying again just from that.

"I love you.” She said softly, placing a hand on his jaw. "And I missed you terribly."

"I love you too". He grabs her hand and places a kiss on it. "Let's go home, shall we? I need to be forgiven.”

There was something in his gaze that instantly lit a flame in (y/n). It was a look she could recognise at any moment, something she could never forget. And it told her that her night was not about to end. The woman agreed, rising first, followed by Laxus, who wasted no time in taking her hand and pulling her out of the guild.

The walk to their shared flat seemed to last an eternity, with Laxus's firm hand still in hers, leading the way at a quick pace. He didn't even take a second to look around, the only thing that mattered to him at the moment was (y/n). He had never felt the need to be close to her so strongly, the need to kiss her, to show her his love, to prove to her that he had come back and that he would never leave her alone again.

No sooner had they entered their flat than Laxus pushed her against the door, pressing his lips directly against hers in a passionate, fiery kiss. The couple knew that if they had kissed in the guild, they would have ended up putting on a show that their friends would not have wanted to see. And all that tension was being released as the two came to lose themselves in each other's arms.

"-If you only knew how much I'd missed your lips." He said between kisses, his voice having suddenly become deeper, his hands had begun to venture down her body, reaching under her T-shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. "-I missed your body, your skin, your voice, everything about you."

"-Laxus..." She intervenes in a low voice, meeting his gaze. "-I need you so much, please." Her voice became more plaintive, almost begging.

“-I know baby, but you gotta wait.” He replied softly, continuing to kiss her.

They kissed again, Laxus gently running his tongue over her lips before nibbling her bottom lip. At his movement, (y/n) let out a plaintive moan. Between her thighs, she could already feel the moisture building up, and only the desire to see the blond man take care of it filled her mind. However, he seemed determined to discover her body again, as if it were their first time. (Y/n) came and put his arms around her shoulders, bringing him even closer to her. She could feel a lump forming against her, but knew better than to say anything to him, the tension had to be built up, they both had to get closer to the edge, the better they would fall.

The blonde only broke the kiss for a few seconds, just long enough to look at his girlfriend, her eyes slightly moist, filled with passion and desire. A desire that only he was capable of satisfying. This thought only excited him even more, and he came back to kiss her fiercely, removing his own jacket at the same time and letting it fall to their feet. (y/n)'s jacket joined it only moments later.

Their body temperature seemed to have risen a hundred degrees in just a few minutes, and all it took was one kiss to fill them with excitement.

The couple began to explore each other's bodies over the top of their clothes, and Laxus was the first to put his hands under her top again to touch her body. Sensing (y/n)'s curves, he broke the kiss they were sharing, nibbling her neck to put a few love marks on it, leaving his mark, showing everyone that she was his, and his alone.

“-Such a good girl for me, so sweet, so soft.” His deep voice sent shivers down (y/n)'s spine, making her close her eyes as she looked forward to the next step.

“-Please, please, I’ll be good for you, but please, just touch me already.”

He clicked his tongue lightly, shaking his head as he looked at her disapprovingly. Slowly, he raised a hand, catching her jaw.

"I taught you to be patient, have you forgotten everything already? It's all right, we'll start again from the beginning."

Laxus looked at her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. He intended to take his time, of course, but he could only understand her desire, her needs. The blond was going to tease her, but in the end, she would be the one to have the last word.

(Y/n) smiled softly, she could feel that he wanted to touch her as much as she did, and yet he held back. The blond returned to kiss her neck just after he had removed her T-shirt, revealing her bra, and using one of his hands, he untied the last piece of clothing, leaving her breasts for him to see alone. Laxus turned his gaze to it, placing one of her breasts in his hand, taking her nipple between two fingers and beginning to touch it. As for the second, he took it into his mouth, sucking gently. The young woman quickly began to moan, throwing her head back against the front door.

She had waited so long to feel his touch, to feel the pleasure that only he could make her feel for 7 years, 7 long years. Laxus was a desperate man, he wanted to see her face contort with pleasure, so he came to torture her chest, coming to knead her breasts one after the other.

(y/n) felt her body getting hotter and hotter, the fire completely overwhelming her at the sensation Laxus was making her feel. The blond looked up at her, before slowly moving his second hand down to his trousers, unzipping them. She didn't waste another second sliding them down his legs. He pulled his mouth away from her, putting his arms around her waist to carry her.

Quickly, he took the common path to the bedroom, before sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving her on his lap. She came to kiss him, putting her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.

Laxus's hands came to rest on her buttocks as he quickly devoured her lips. Their tongues began a dance together, both with their eyes closed, and both craving each other more and more. The blond came to move her against him, and the young woman moaned into his mouth as she felt her humidity rub against the blond's trousers, giving him a much-needed rub for his crotch.

“-Go ahead baby, come on, use me.”

(y/n) didn't hesitate, starting to accelerate against him. Laxus's fingers became firmer on her buttocks, helping her with her movements. He didn't waste a second of the show, his face concentrated on hers, watching her eyebrows furrow with pleasure, her eyes close as soon as one of the rubbing strokes touched her clitoris particularly well, her half-open mouth letting out moans of pleasure.

“-I know you’re getting closer, baby girl. Does it feel good ? Do you like using my legs for your little pleasure ? We have the entire night for it, you have no idea of how much orgasm I will give you.”

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ukiyowi · 1 year ago

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Channelled Messages 💌

Channelling messages from your: Future Spouse, Closest Friends, Spirit Guides, and Future Self

Note: Please DM me if you want a reading I am going to be putting a discount on all my readings because I am in a rough spot financially and need to pay money for my room which I was not aware of earlier and could be kicked out if I don't at the earliest. Book a reading || Tip me! (Ko-fi)

♡ Future Spouse

♡ Closest Friends

♡ Spirit Guides

♡ Future Self

Future Spouse

💌 Pile 1

My Love,

I imagine us walking hand in hand through the seasons of life, supporting each other through every victory and challenge. Together, we will create a collage of memories, painting the canvas of our shared life with love, laughter, and endless adventures.

I promise to be your biggest cheerleader, your confidant in times of doubt, and your unwavering support through thick and thin. I vow to cherish and respect you for the unique individual that you are, appreciating both your strengths and your vulnerabilities.

You are scarred right now but theres no reason to be. You are so filled with love and light and everything good, just because someone else cannot see it does not mean it doesnt exist. If I could bring you the moon and the stars I would in an instant. I don't think there has ever been or will ever be someone who is as bright as you.

Please take care of your health, you cannot make excuses for bad habits and keep living life like that, no matter how stressful work or life is please make time for yourself. We still have a while to meet so take care of yourself for both you and I.

Song: It's a Shame - The Spinners

💌 Pile 2

Hey Darling,

Our connection, I believe, will be deeper than words can express. It will be built on trust, respect, and a genuine desire to see each other flourish. While I can't predict the future, I am steadfast in my commitment to cherishing every moment we have together.

We have met before, I don't think you remember me, but I do. your beauty had me stunned and so did your mannerisms. I admire the way you carry yourself, with so much dignity and poise, as if the personification of grace itself were standing in front of me, sweeping me off of my feet.

I will shower you with anything you want, praise, adoration, gifts, love, time, energy, and be there whenever you need. Life is probably fun for you right now, unfortunately for me the road is a little rocky. Enjoy this time with your friends and family, your loved ones truly care about you and want what's best for you even if they can't articulate it well.

Stay strong butterflly and look for me in your dreams, I promise to be a frequent visitor. hope you likfe sunflowers, lillies, and magnolias angel.

Song: Mango bananas - Flyana Boss

💌 Pile 3

Hi sweetheart!!

I have a feeling that when we finally meet, there's going to be a bell that rings making us instantly know like it did in Your Name, also hope you like animation because I love it, I also really like drawing and art, do you? Please say yes!

Life seems to be going too fast for you right now so you need to make sure that you don't lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Calm down and do things you enjoy, maybe you'll like pottery!

But beyond the laughter and silliness, I want you to know that I'm dead serious about creating a remarkable life together. We'll support each other's dreams, even if they involve opening a cat cafe or becoming professional trampoline testers (hey, it's a thing, right?). We'll navigate the ups and downs of life hand in hand, and I promise to be your rock when you need it most.

Song: Glue Song - beabadoobee

xoxo

Closest Friends

💌 Pile 1

Life has been quite the rollercoaster lately, filled with its usual ups and downs. I've had my fair share of challenges, but there have also been some incredible moments that I wish I could have shared with you in person.

I often find myself reminiscing about the good old days when we used to spend hours talking and laughing about anything and everything . Those memories are some of my most cherished, and I truly miss you.

Please know that no matter where life takes us or how much time passes, you will always hold a special place in my heart. Your friendship has been a source of strength, laughter, and endless support, and I'm incredibly grateful for that.

Let's make a promise to catch up soon, whether it's over a cup of coffee or a long, heartfelt phone call. I genuinely look forward to hearing how you've been and sharing all the stories we've missed out on.

With love,

Initials may include: R, P, W, Q, L

Song: Window - Still Woozy

💌 Pile 2

Leaving behind the place we've called home for so long is both exciting and bittersweet. While new opportunities wait and adventures call, it's hard not to feel a tinge of sadness at the thought of being farther away from you.

Although physical distance may separate us, please know that you will always hold a special place in my life. Our bond is not defined by geography but by the strong connection we share.

And the internet exists so we'll be fine right? You promise to not lose touch with me even when we're both busy? I promise I will remember to call you, if not daily then weekly, please don't forget me.

I wish you could join me and we could embark on this together but life has its ways of separating the best people we've met so that we are forced to widen our horizons and social circles lol, hope it's not too much for either you or me.

Will miss you,

Initials pulled: A, J, M, S, K

Song: Missin something - Zach Templar

💌 Pile 3

I love the days we've shared and I wish to share so many more with you in the future, god I am so so so excited for everything thats to come!

Do you remember that time we decided to go on that impromptu road trip? No plans, no GPS, just a car full of snacks, good music, and an unshakable belief that we'd find our way eventually. We got lost more times than I can count, but it was so much fun and truly unforgettable.

And how about those late-night conversations that somehow turned into early-morning confessions? We've solved the world's problems over a cup of lukewarm coffee more times than I can recall. The neighbors must have wondered if we were running a 24-hour café.

As I sit here reminiscing about these and countless other memories, I can't help but smile. Our friendship has been a rollercoaster of laughter, silliness, and genuine connection. And I wouldn't trade a single moment of it for anything in the world.

Sending you a virtual high-five and a whole lot of fond memories, here's to hundreds more, and don't forget about the promise we made about the weddings okay?

Your platonic soulmate,

Initials may include: G, H, B, L, T

Song: Right Here, For Now - Bakar

xoxo

Spirit Guides

💌 Pile 1

Embrace change with an open heart and a curious mind. Life is a series of shifts and transitions, and it's in these moments of change that growth and self-discovery thrive. Trust in your ability to adapt and evolve, for you possess the resilience needed to navigate uncharted waters.

As you progress in your career, always remember that your passion and purpose are the compass that should guide you. Pursue work that aligns with your values and fulfills your soul. Don't be afraid to explore different paths and take calculated risks. Each experience contributes to your growth and wisdom.

Learning is a lifelong journey, and each lesson learned is a stepping stone to your personal and professional development. Stay committed to your goals, and never underestimate the power of continued learning.

There may be moments of doubt or uncertainty along the way, but listen to your heart's desires and the quiet whispers of your soul, for they will guide you toward your true purpose.

Above all, be patient and compassionate with yourself. Success is not defined by a straight path but by the lessons learned along the way. Embrace each setback as an opportunity to grow stronger and wiser.

Song: Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift

💌 Pile 2

In matters of the heart, we see the longing in your soul for a deep and meaningful connection. First and foremost, we urge you to be patient with yourself. Love is a delicate dance, and it often takes time to find the right partner who truly understands and appreciates you.

As you seek love, remember the importance of self-love. Nurture your own well-being, both physically and emotionally. Don't be insecure about your quirks and imperfections, for they are the qualities that make you beautifully you. When you love yourself wholeheartedly, you become a magnet for the love you desire.

When it comes to romantic relationships, let go of preconceived notions and allow yourself to be pleasantly surprised. Love can appear in unexpected places and forms. Stay open to meeting new people and exploring connections that may not fit your usual "type." Sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones that defy expectations.

Communication is the foundation of any healthy relationship. Be brave in expressing your feelings, needs, and desires. Equally important, listen to your partner with an open heart. True intimacy is born from understanding and genuine connection.

Whoever, you're thinking of, is not the one, set the standards high and do not settle for something that does not align with what you can give as well.

Song: Scared - Jeremy Zucker

💌 Pile 3

Know that you are never alone. We are always by your side, watching over you, and guiding you in subtle ways. We see your potential and your inner light, and we are here to help you recognize and nurture these gifts.

Trust in your intuition, for it is the voice of your soul and the channel through which we communicate with you. In times of uncertainty, turn inward and listen to the whispers of your heart, for they will lead you toward your true path.

Embrace the lessons that life presents, for they are opportunities for growth and self-discovery. Challenges are not obstacles but stepping stones on your journey to becoming the best version of yourself.

Surround yourself with positive influences and kindred spirits who uplift and support your journey. Let go of relationships that drain your energy and hinder your growth. Create a circle of love and support that nurtures your soul.

Find joy in the simple pleasures of life. Take time to savor a cup of tea, watch a sunrise, or feel the grass beneath your feet. These moments of presence are where true happiness resides.

Song: July - Noah Cyrus

xoxo

Future Self

💌 Pile 1

Darling, I cannot even start to tell you how good life is right now for me, and eventually for you. I know you are currently going through a rough patch, and as cliche as this sounds, I want you to know that every storm you're weathering now is bringing you closer to the sunshine that awaits you.

In my time, I've seen how the challenges you're facing today have shaped you into the resilient, compassionate, and wise person I've become. The setbacks you're experiencing are not roadblocks; they are stepping stones leading you to the life you've always dreamed of.

You may feel lost, uncertain, and at times overwhelmed, but trust me, these moments are your greatest teachers. They are guiding you towards a deeper understanding of yourself, your purpose, and the incredible strength that lies within you.

One day, you will look back on this period of your life and realize that it was a transformative journey, a cocoon in which you underwent a profound metamorphosis. You'll emerge from it stronger, wiser, and more in tune with your inner self.

The relationships you're nurturing now, the lessons you're learning, and the self-care you're embracing will all become pillars of the beautiful life that awaits you. You'll find yourself surrounded by a supportive and loving community that cherishes you for exactly who you are.

Song: See you Again - Tyler, The Creator

💌 Pile 2

I am sorry, but things are not going the way you would have hoped they would. However, rejection is just redirection, okay? Although things are looking rough for me right now, which, for you, is in the future, I want you to know that this tough phase will lead you to a place of strength and growth.

Life can be incredibly challenging at times, and I wish I could spare you from some of the hardships I'm currently facing. But remember, every setback, every disappointment, is an opportunity for growth and learning. It's through these tough moments that we discover our resilience and develop the wisdom to make better choices in the future.

I want you to hold onto hope, even when it feels like all hope is lost. Believe in yourself and your ability to overcome adversity. Surround yourself with supportive friends and loved ones who will help you weather the storm.

Stay patient and kind to yourself. It's easy to be critical during challenging times, but self-compassion is crucial. Treat yourself with the same love and understanding that you offer to others.

I am working on something thats a dream of ours right now, and I am seeing signs that it may end up succeeding soon or at least kick off, and I still love designing and art as much as you do right now, although I barely have time for myself right now.

Song: Not in that way - Sam Smith

💌 Pile 3

Okay, so maybeee we should reel it in a little with how much you are overworking yourself because it is having a bad effect on me, aka future you. Yep, I'm here to tell you that all those late nights, skipped meals, and stress-induced hair-pulling moments are not doing us any favors down the line.

I get it, you're hustling, chasing dreams, and making things happen in the here and now, and that's commendable. But trust me, I've been there, done that, and I can assure you that I'd appreciate a little less burnout and a lot more balance in our past.

You see, life isn't just about reaching goals; it's about enjoying the journey too. So, let's make a pact to take breaks, breathe deeply, and relish the simple pleasures. Remember, it's not all about the destination; the detours and pit stops are just as important.

And don't worry, I'm not trying to cramp your style here; I just want us to have the best possible adventures together, full of energy, laughter, and great stories. So, let's find that sweet spot where hard work meets self-care, and where the future "us" can look back and be happy about the past "you" for making wise choices.

Also please stop pulling all nighters its not doing any wonders for our skin, and even an extensive 10 step skincare routine does not do as much as a good nights sleep can.

Song: While we're yound - Jhene Aiko

xoxo

#pick a card reading #pac reading #pick a pile #tarot daily #tarot #intuition #pac #readings #intuitive readings #intuitive #tarot readings #tarot cards #tarotblr #tarot reading #divination #daily tarot #tarot spread #🩵 PAC 🩵

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exodusin · 5 months ago

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♱ — 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𖤐 bill cipher x mermaid!reader ; triangle bill only in this blog, no twinkifacation of the nation, bill is an ass but we love him the way he is. Bill is obsessed with you in his own way, bill calls reader ‘Bubbles’

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You swam gracefully through the clear, turquoise waters, your (favorite color) tail shimmering as you moved. Reaching the surface, you rested on a large boulder, gazing out at the gentle waves as the cool wind caressed your wet skin and hair.

Suddenly, you felt a starfish being placed a the side of your your hair, followed by a familiar maniacal laugh.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A perfect complement to my little tuna!"

Bill Cipher, your mischievous boyfriend, hovered beside you, his single eye gleaming with amusement.

"Bill, leave Astronomy alone," you groan, gently removing the starfish, Astronomy, from your hair and returning it to the water.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that, bubbles," Bill said, snapping his fingers. A hairbrush appeared, and he began to untangle the knots in your hair. "This wild mane of yours needs some taming, don't you think?"

"Ow!" you yelped, wincing as he worked through a particularly stubborn tangle. "Is it really that bad?"

Bill chuckled, his eye crinkling with mirth. "That bad? It's downright terrible! But not to worry, your handsome boyfriend will fix it up in no time."

You tensed as you heard the snip of scissors, quickly turning your head to stop him. "Oh, no, you don't! That's not happening!"

Diving back into the water, you swam away, but Bill's magic quickly pulled you back to the boulder.

"Aw, come on, my sweet bubbles," he said, rubbing your head. "It's just a little hair. You know I have the power to make it grow back, good as new."

Before you could protest, Bill swiftly cut off the tangled chunk, and you cringed at the uneven layers. But in a blink, the hair magically grew back, looking as beautiful as it had been before.

"They’re, all better," Bill said, a satisfied ‘smile’ on his ‘face’ or triangle body. He then began to style your hair, carefully placing pearls, magnolias, and small seashells throughout the strands.

"Look at you, my lovely little mermaid," he said, admiring his handiwork. "Everyone, give me a round of applause for my work for making the beautiful (name)’s hair unknotted!"

With a wave of his hand, Bill summoned nearby fish and dolphins, using his magic to bring them out of the water and have them praise him.

"Bill, wait!" you exclaimed. "They can't breathe out of the water!"

Bill groaned and released the creatures, who quickly swam back to the safety of the ocean.

"Ah, yes, the good old mermaid concern," Bill said, his eye rolling as he placed his hands on his ‘hips’. "But remember that time you bit that dolphin's tail? Priceless!"

You smirked, remembering the incident. "He tasted funny, but hon, you can't do that. Sea creatures can't breathe air."

"Then you must be a sea goddess, my dear," Bill said, his eyelid forming into lips as he began to shower your hand and arm with kisses, working his way up to your hair. "Because you can breathe both air and water."

You smiled and blushed, reveling in his affectionate gestures. "What are you doing, hon?"

"Worshipping you, of course," Bill replied, his tone playful yet sincere. "What else?"

As you sighed in bliss, unaware, Bill secretly collected a strand of your hair, along with a piece of your gill and a piece of jewelry you had "lost." He would treasure these mementos, keeping them safe in a special book, where he could indulge in their magical scent whenever he was alone.

#gravity falls #the book of bill #bill cipher #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher x you #I hate the word y/n you have all failed to use it #mermaid reader

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frostedclock-writes · 17 days ago

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Crimson Magnolias part 3

Alastor x F!Reader

Warnings: onesided romance, mature and r rated themes, Hanahaki Disease

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Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 4 here

You really must love torturing yourself. It's official. Your a masochist for your own feelings. Otherwise, why would you be standing here. In the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, with most of what you own stuffed into two large luggage trunks. The lobby felt larger for some reason as your stomach twisted into knots, like the large peeling murals were staring at you like wolves after a rabbit.

You need the money. And this place at least has room and board included.

At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

Scuttling footsteps.

Your focus was towards the banister and you were about to reach for handles of your trunks. A blue of red and white hit you like a freight train, knocking the breath out of you for a moment. You look don and saw the one large red eye staring up at you with a cracked grin across her face. Niffty. The little maid grabbed a hold of your shirt and used your thighs as a prop for her light body as she looked at you.

"Y/N! Sir told me you would be coming! " She made a small giggle," He was happy that you were coming!"

Your heart squeezed in your chest. " Yeah? He offered a job and well, how can I refuse him?" You make a laugh, forced but it helps the tightening in your throat a little. " A-Anyway, I better go find my room. "

" Oh! " Niffty hopped off of you and took ahold of your hand. " I can show you! Its what sir asked me to do anyway. He picked out the room himself. " She began to gently pull you along, you only had a moment to grab the handles of your trunks before she had you going up the stairs.

"He ... He did?"

" Mmhmm! It's just right up here. "

Niffty took you up several floors, almost to the top. She hummed a tune you didn't know the name of under her breath. The floors looked mostly unused, so you wondered why you were taken so far up. You didn't ask though, you doubted Alastor told Niffty his motivations. He never let anyone know exactly what he was thinking. Bastard. Handsome bastard. But still a bastard.

Niffty let go of your hand as she stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, nothing special about it, the numbers on the little plaque had long since faded and only the little etching remained. Maybe it had once been painted with gold or red at some point. Niffty hopped up and grabbed the handle, the door clicked open and swung with her still holding onto it for a moment before she hopped down and spun to look at you. She was practically bouncing on her little feet.

" Here you are! I made sure all the bugs died in here. Personally. " She covered her mouth as she cackled a little.

You pay the top of her head and smiled. " Thanks, Niff. I'm sure you did it in a way that terrified the other bugs. " You set your trunks down at the end of the bed. Looked a little lumpy but otherwise it was large and clean. " Is Alastor... Busy right now?" Your run your fingers across the bedposts, old and rough to the touch.

" Mhmm. He said he will see you for dinner though. "

Your stomach made flips and you felt the cruel taste of ginger in the back of your throat. You swallowed. " Well, yeah. Yes. I'll see him then. " You take a breath. " I better get unpacked and occupy myself until then. I don't even know what kind of job Alastor wants me to do around here, to tell the truth."

" I can show you my collection now that your here! I've added a few things. " Niffty added. " I'll bring it by later. And I wouldn't worry about it, there plenty to do. Oh, oh! You can help me name the stains in the lobby or polish the silver. "

You make a small laugh and you felt a smile test on your lips. " Alright, niff, I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I'll take you up on that naming stains. "

" Okay! Bye! " Niffty smiled and she scuttled out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. You didn't bother going to close it.

You focused on unpacking your trunks into the bureau in the corner. You carefully folded the clothes and placed them inside, you hummed softly to yourself as you organized and got settled into the room. Things smelled like they had been recently cleaned, you wonder if Niffty had fixed the room up before you came. You pulled an old sequined flapper dress from the bottom of your trunk. Your fingers brushed over the edges of the fabric. The red had faded to an almost pink in color. You make a gentle sigh and tuck the dress away.

You almost didn't hear the creak of the floor boards as someone approached the door. You look over and see snake eyes peering from around the corner. Charlie was in the doorway and cleared her throat. You set your empty trunk down and then towards them. You watch Charlie give Sir Pentious a little pat of encouragement.

" You apologized to Alastor just fine. Now, the other one you could have seriously hurt, is right here. " Charlie smiled and then looked to you. " Sir Pentious is staying in the hotel! And first order of business is to show him how to apologize! " She practically buzzed with energy. " So many new faces! So exciting." She then caught herself and cleared her throat and nudged Sir Pentious again. " Go ahead, I have to go check on the welcome cookies and I will be right back!"

You open your mouth to stop Charlie, wanting to at least have another person with you while this wannabe overlord was 'apologizing'. You sigh in defeat and look to Sir Pentious, you put on a bit of a strained smile. " Hello. "

" Yes, ah, Ms. Y/N , " he slithered a little closer and you watched him closely. " I.... Am sorry I nearly blew you up. I wasn't intending for you to get caught in it. "

" Yes, you were only aiming at my friend. " You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. You ignore the tickle in the back of your throat.

Pentious stood up straighter and he looked like he was sweating. Can snakes sweat? " Oh well . Yes. " He looked around as if looking for help then looked back at you with a cocked grin. " I am sorry for that as well?"

You shifted your weight onto one leg and made a slight frown. " Well, did you apologize to him?"

" Yesss...."

You look at him up and down. Then make a shrug. " Fine. " You crack a smile. " I dont care actually. Not that you could actually hurt Alastor. I've never seen anyone hurt him. At least, not since he got down here. " You make a small laugh.

" Oh... " He blinked. " Well... Thank you?"

You hummed. " Well if that's all, I think I'll get back to moving in... "

" Oh well..."

Pentious cleared his throat and then he shifted, his eyes glanced at the sleek watch on his wrist. Like those touch screen ones that you've seen on T.V. . You look back to him for a moment and make a small hum before turning away from him and heading towards your dresser to feign looking through it. You heard his scales slide across the carpet and a small thump of the door closing behind him. You glance back over towards the door.

" Vox. Silly man. Really needs to learn how to be more creative. " You mutter under your breath.

He wouldn't last the day.

You look around the room and tap your foot. Maybe you should spuce up the place a bit. Maybe before dinner, you had a few hours. You slipped on your peacoat and smoothed your hair out before you left your new room. You made note of the location in the hallway and headed for the elevator you had seen at the end of the hallway. You hoped it worked. You clicked the button and it buzzed to life with creakig cogs and a little bit of green crackle to it. You winced a little and took a breath as the doors slid open. You stepped on it and clicked the button for the bottom floor. You looked up at the top and made note of your floor number.

Okay. You hate this thing.

It creaked and shook as if moved down, it's decent was agonizing slow as well. Now you see why everyone just took the stairs.

Your nerves were on end by the time the metal box you were in settled on the bottom floor and the bell dinged to signal your destination had been reached. You shake your hands and let out a breath as the doors slid back open.

"Never again." You whisper as you left the confines of the elevator.

Your shoulders were grabbed almost immediately. You make a shocked gasp. Charlie had a hold of you, and she was a lot stronger then she looked as she moved you to the side part of the lobby with couches and chairs arranged. You were shoved into a seat without much ceremony and Charlie sat beside you in the middle of the couch. You blinked and looked next to you. Alastor looked like he had been snatched up. The reluctant audience around you told you that most of them were either threatened by the small Vaggie or snagged by Charlie. A plate of cookies sat on the table in front of you.

Alastor's knee was next to yours and he crossed his legs, his hoof touched the bottom of your shin occasionally. " Ah, Y/N, it seems as though you have been coerced into watching this ...." He made a hum and his eyebrow twitched. " Play. "

Oh God. Oh God. So close. You haven't sat this close to him in years. Decades maybe. Your throat felt tight.

You put on a smile. " Ah yes, I was about to run a few errands and-"

Charlie shushed and patted your arm. She made a small squeal. " It's starting!"

You look ahead. Maybe you could focus on this.

Alastor was drumming his fingers on his knees. He was bored and irritated, though he was placating the princess. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, he wasn't really watching the show. You look back ahead, trying to keep your focus on that. Not the taste of ginger and the smell of old wood. His hoof grazed against your shin again. Your eyes drawn to him. He was still so handsome. Even down here.

His already sharp features made sharper down in hell then when he was alive.

Your stomach churned as you swallowed and looked back ahead.

You can do this.

"Y/N, what would you prefer to eat for dinner tonight?" Alastor's voice was right in your ear. The filter dropped for a moment as he had leaned down close and didn't want the rest of the audience to hear.

" I.... Well whatever you are in the mood for Al. You know I've never been picky when it comes to your cooking." You manage out. You couldn't think right now, you focused on not letting the cough bubbling in your throat out.

He made a chuckle. " Alright, fresh meat. I can pick it up after this travisty. "

You nod and give a smile, you look back to your lap. Your fingers curled around the fabric of your peacoat. Breath. Breath normally. You could feel his gaze on you, it lingered longer then normal.

When Charlie stood up to clap, you were immediately on your feet. You excused yourself, covering your mouth with the handkerchief in your pocket. You walked as quickly as you could while everyone was distracted and made your way to the closest exit. You coughed gently at first but then it turned to hacking. Petals fell in wads and clumps. It felt like your lungs were on fire.

You dug your nails into the wood of the outside wall of the hotel. The petals scattered in the lawn in front of you. Your eyes started to sting and you wiped your mouth off. You shook your head. You took a breath. Just relax.

You stomp the petals into the ground with your heel and head for the cobblestone pathway ahead. Go get a few things from your old place and pick up something new.

A trip to the shopping district of the Pentagram could do you some good. Some fresh air, and give you time to mentally prepare. You and Alastor are just friends. That's all. You clutch your chest a little as you make your way out of the gates of the Hotel grounds.

Thankfully it was easy to get to the shopping district from here, store fronts littered with different ads and some filled with television screens and people clammering for whatever product was on sale. You shook your head and stepped up to cross the busy street. You glanced around and took a step out. You skidded to stop as a limo pulled in front of you. Black with blue undertones. Flashy and new.

The window rolled down.

" Y/N, fancy seeing you here. " A shark tooth grin. Bright blue and glowing.

" Vox. "

Taglist: @boldlyenchantingfox22 @sirens-and-moonflowers @kerosene--lamp @girl-nahh-two @phoephan-123

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x you #hanahaki disease #crimson magnolias

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wassertoffatom · 4 months ago

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Thighs (RJ MacCready x F!Reader)

Master List

Also Posted on A03

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk, Alcohol, Semi-Public Sex, Language

Word Count: 1.7

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Magnolia’s smooth voice resonates through the subway, barely drowning out the voices of people talking outside the VIP lounge. Not that you pay them any attention. Instead, you’re laughing at MacCready who pouts on the couch next to you. “It’s not that funny.”

He’s probably right, it’s probably not that funny, but with the alcohol coursing through your body, you find it down right hilarious. Shaking your head in denial, you place a hand on his shoulder, steading yourself as you struggle to regain your breath. “I’m sorry, Mac. I didn’t mean to laugh.” He frowns again, knowing damn well that you just lied to his face. The truth is, you love making fun of him. It’s an unspoken thing between the two of you where you joke on each other all the time, all in good fun. It makes the long nights and even longer walks tolerable.

“Yeah, sure. Laugh it up all you want. I know something that you don’t.” You sober right up. It’s clear he’s baiting you, but what does he know that you don’t? Should you take the bait? MacCready smirks, knowing he can play you like a fiddle right now and you wouldn’t even know it. Spreading his legs, he lifts his hips and readjusts his pants, arching back into a stretch to reveal his toned stomach. “Guess you don’t want to know what I know, huh boss?”

At the sight of his spread thighs, heat blooms under your cheeks. What does he know? “Alright MacCready. I’ll bite. What do you know that I somehow don't?”

His hands fall to his thighs, veins popping out underneath his skin as he spreads his legs a little wider. Your mouth goes dry. “I know you have a thing for thighs.” Oh shit.

“That’s a weird thing to have a fetish for,” you comment casually, looking down at your cuticles and pretending to take interest in them, avoiding his blown pupils. From beside you, MacCready lets out a huff of annoyance.

“Don’t deny it. I see how you look at Danse’s legs. Hell, even Deacon’s.” He hesitates, taking a sip of his drink for the extra confidence boost. “I know how you look at mine.”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. He’s onto you. Shit, silently cursing to yourself, you tilt your head to look at the young mercenary. “One, Danse is built like a damn bodybuilder. His muscles are defined as hell, which takes hella work getting them that detailed. It was an art during prewar. Totally normally to appreciate the dedication that a person takes for their body. Two, Deacon has something in his pocket that only appears when he crouches down and I’m curious as to what it is. Three, I like your bandolier. I’m thinking abo-,” you’re cut short when large hands reach over and wrap around your waist, dragging you onto his lap, your body facing him. “What are you doing?”

“I want to test something,” MacCready whispers against your ear, shifting you to where his left leg is slotted between yours, hands not leaving your hips. Not knowing exactly where he’s going with his demonstration, you try, and fail, to stifle a moan when his leg flexes. “Ha! I knew it.”

Swatting your hands against his chest, he laughs as you curse him out, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “MacCready you’re such a dick, you asshole.”

“Woah woah, no need to call me that. I’m not the one with a thigh fetish. And for the record, you’re still sitting on my thigh.” You rush to get off his thigh, but his hands hold firm on your hips. “Not that I mind.”

Well, this is just embarrassing. You want to scream. To cry. To run away and never see him again. Maybe you should join your former - dead - husband back in the vault. “MacCready, let me go.”

“No way. Not a chance in hell,” he raises his leg slightly, flexing his muscles again against your core and you really wish that you were not here. “You’re clearly into it.”

“It’s embarrassing-” again, you’re cut off from your thoughts by a pair of lips on yours. You and MacCready had never really put a label on what you were. Hell, you didn’t even know that he liked you like that, but with the way his leg continues to flex against your body and his lips fold against yours, it’s clear that he feels the same way. Pulling away, you look down at him, a lopsided smirk on his face, one hand holding onto you and the other reaching between his legs, unclipping his buckle, the bandolier falling onto the couch beneath you. “Mac?”

“Use me.”

“I- what? Huh?” His hand joins the other on your hips, bouncing you further up on his leg, slowly dragging your hips back and forth, causing a whimper to tumble from your lips.

“Use my thigh like I know you want to.” He can tell that there’s hesitation. He can also tell that you just need a little extra push. “I want you to use my thigh to get yourself off.”

Words can not begin to explain your thoughts. For all he talks about not having a filthy mouth, that surely didn’t include during sex. “Mac.”

“Bobby. Call me Bobby.” His blown pupils stare up at you as your hips start to move on their own, no longer needing guidance from his hands as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of your clothed sex rubbing against his thigh. “Do you want to do this in your pants or do you want to get out of them?” Eyes snapping open, you peer down at him before getting off of his lap. You watch as his eyes drink you up like he’s dying of thirst and you’re the only water on this damned planet. Slowly, you move your hands to your belt, undoing the buckle before moving to the zipper. Toeing off your shoes, you allow your pants to fall to the floor before kicking them off, not ignoring the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Readjusting his legs, you can clearly see the evident enjoyment that he’s getting out of this. “Come here.”

You don’t need to be told twice as you’re practically throwing yourself back onto his leg, your own resting comfortably on either side. Picking up your activity, you let a low moan spill from your kiss swollen lips at the feeling of rough fabric rubbing against your damn underwear, arms bracing themselves on his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s right, slow and steady.” One of his hands roams the expanse of your bare thigh, causing shudders to ripple across your skin, while the other gently squeezes your breast from under your shirt. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” His fingers tweak a nipple as your hips rock against his leg languidly. “You’re the most gorgeous woman in the Commonwealth and here you are, making a mess of yourself on my thigh.” Your breathing hitches in your throat at his words, head tossing back as he leans up, placing sloppy wet kisses on the column of your throat, purposely jerking his leg up into you. “Been thinking about you for so long. How you would feel sitting all pretty on my dick.”

“Mac-” you moan out, hips thrusting with more intent as your hands dig into his shoulder. A sharp slap against your thigh causing you to let out a gasp of surprise. “Bobby,” it’s breathless as you pant, the feeling of his thigh twitching between your legs sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Been also thinking about how you would taste on my tongue. I bet you would taste sweeter than honey.” His goatee tickles your throat as his hands find purchase on your hips, grounding you into him, the fabric of his pants catching your covered clit.

“Bobby please.” You feel your orgasm slowly creep up on you, your hips rutting wildly against his thigh. “God, please.” Your head falls forward, burying itself in the crook of his neck.

“Do I make you feel good?” His leg begins to bounce up and down as you squirm, rubbing yourself shamelessly against him. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

“So good Bobby. Make me feel so good,” you can’t really process your mumblings but you can feel the knot getting tighter and tighter. “So close.”

Nodding his head, one of his hands reaches between your legs, fingers pulling your underwear to the side to expose your cunt, causing you to hiss at the cold air but jump when his thumb rubs against your swollen clit in tight circles. A sob erupting from your throat. “Come on (Y/N), cum for me,” his lips find your sweet spot as he nibbles, thumb still rolling against your clit as his leg continues to bounce you up and down. “Be a good girl and cum on my thigh.”

A loud moan echoes through the VIP Section as your body convulses, and if it wasn’t for MacCready dragging you into his body you thought for sure you would’ve fallen off his thigh. “That’s it. That’s it. Good girl. You did such a good job,” his voice is strained against your ear as he continues to rub you, coaxing you through your orgasm. “So gorgeous on top of me.”

Slowly stopping your hips, the blood in your ears drain as your senses come back. “God, that was so good.”

“I knew you would like it,” he smirks as you slip off his thigh onto the spot next to him, a dark green spot standing out against the rest of his pants and his eyes stare intensely at it. “That was insanely hot, you know.”

“Mac?”

“Hmm?” He rips his eyes from the spot on his pants to your body, chest heaving up and down, the neon light causing your breasts to glisten with sweat.

“What does this make us?"

He hesitates for a second before a lopsided smile graces his face. “Well, I know I’d definitely like to do that again, if you want to.”

“I definitely do,” you wink at him before throwing your leg over his waist, hovering over his raging hardon. “Now how about I help you out with that?”

“I’d love nothing better.” His lips capture yours in a fight for dominance, the both of you forgetting exactly where you are and whose establishment you’re in.

@friviott

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout companions #maccready #rj maccready #robert maccready #maccready x reader #rj maccready x reader #robert maccready x reader #maccready x sole survivor #fo4 #fallout 4 maccready #robert joseph maccready

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mi-rae07 · 10 months ago

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Jung Wooyoung : As Good As You Were (Part 1/4)

Pairing : Jung Woo-young (Ateez) and named character (Shin Naeun)

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Synopsis : Naeun saved wooyoung's family years ago by agreeing to hold up their failing company, in return for wooyoung's hand in marriage. She wanted a stable life, a loving husband, kids, and her work at the company as CEO. While wooyoung wanted to travel the world, fall in love with an artist somewhere and continue his career in photography. The corporate life was not for him. Until Naeun married him, shackling him into a life he had always hated, and so began wooyoung's hatred for his own wife. And three years later, it still continues.

But will it stay this way forever? Or will Naeun's love for wooyoung make him change?

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Naeun entered her house after having had a terrible day at work, feeling like she could fall on the floor right this second and go to sleep. She lazily took off her shoes, walking towards the living room as she almost flinched at the sight of wooyoung sitting on the couch with a blank face. Naeun frowned, turning on the lights as she asked

Naeun : why aren't you asleep yet, young-ah?

Wooyoung didn't even bother looking at his wife as he said in a low tone

Wooyoung : couldn't.

Naeun sat next to wooyoung on the couch, wooyoung immediately feeling annoyed and uncomfortable, which naeun noticed. It hurt her, as it always had for the past 3 years, but she could never blame wooyoung, not when she loved him with all her heart. This marriage of theirs was forged, forged for the sake of lifting wooyoung's family's company from it's ruins. And naeun had enough and more money and connections to make that possible. Hence why wooyoung's father offered naeun his son's hand in marriage, and she accepted it despite knowing how much wooyoung hated her. She didn't know why he hated her, but he always had.

Naeun : do you need help?

Wooyoung : no, just let me be.

Naeun looked away, wishing wooyoung would ask her to sleep with him someday in hopes to get rid of his insomnia. Knowing wooyoung's hate towards her, naeun had always kept her distance from wooyoung in order to not make him uncomfortable, and hence they had different rooms. Except wooyoung didn't know naeun would sneak into his room at night just to stare at him sleeping.

Naeun : I…I heard magnolia tea helps with insomnia-

Wooyoung : I don’t want your tea.

Naeun : well you don't have to have…mine. I can order it from some place outside or ask someone else to make it for you.

Wooyoung : at 2am?

Naeun : it doesn't matter to me if it's for you, wooyoung.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, looking away as he said

Wooyoung : stop with all the façade, naeun-shi. I do not really care.

Naeun : it's not…never mind.

Wooyoung leaned against the sofa, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. Naeun looked at the man she could basically die for, wishing she could have what every other woman seemed to get from their partners, love, reassurance, or even just smiles.

Naeun : can you give me a hug?

Wooyoung opened his eyes at the absurd request, looking at naeun with a sharp gaze.

Naeun : n-no?

Wooyoung : what the hell are you-

Naeun : no I uh-it's fine, doesn't matter.

Naeun stood up from her place, picking her bag up as she whispered

Naeun : call me if you need anything, good night.

Naeun turned around and left, climbing up the stairs knowing wooyoung wouldn't say anything back to her. Every night for 3 years she had wished him goodnight and he would only look at her with an annoyed gaze, looking as if he wished she would disappear. And so she was used to it now, as she was to everything else.

Naeun plopped down on her bed with a shaky breath, not even bothering to change her clothes as she stared up at the ceiling. She ran her hands through the sheet around her, feeling it empty as it always had been for her. There was no one who had ever held her close, showered her with love or even told her some words of appreciation. She had been alone her entire life.

Naeun closed her eyes as she felt a tear escape from the corner of her eyes, scrunching the sheet with her hand as she tried going to sleep.

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Naeun walked down the stairs next morning, fixing her suit properly. She walked into the kitchen and noticed wooyoung cooking, knowing he was only cooking for himself as he always was. And so naeun opened the fridge, pulling out a cold salad as she picked up the spoon and started eating it quickly.

Wooyoung turned around, eyeing the cold salad with disappointed eyes as he asked

Wooyoung : what the fuck is that?

Naeun looked up at wooyoung, feeling a smile spread on her lips at his question. Wooyoung rarely ever asked her questions, she felt happy when he would so much as talk to her without her somehow forcing him to.

Naeun : cold salad!

Wooyoung didn't understand why naeun was feeling so cheerful about it.

Wooyoung : how the hell do you have that and be happy with it?

Naeun : I don't have food to enjoy it, I have food just so I can have energy and not die. It has no other value to me than that.

Wooyoung stared at naeun, not finding it normal for someone to not eat anything they actually liked despite being this rich.

Naeun : that's why I don't have a favorite food, it's all just bland to me.

Wooyoung stared at naeun as she smiled, going back to eating her food. Wooyoung sighed, turning around to his pancakes as he flipped them over. Shin naeun was more different than he thought she was.

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Naeun sighed as she leaned against the chair in her office, picking up her phone as she called up wooyoung. She always would, every single day, to make sure he was fine. Sometimes he picked up, sometimes he didn't. She wished he would today, her work was even more tiring this afternoon.

Wooyoung : what is it?

Naeun felt a smile spread on her lips at his voice as she asked her usual question

Naeun : did you have your lunch, woo?

Wooyoung : no.

Naeun : wooyoung-ah, it's 2pm, go have something to eat. It's unhealthy-

Wooyoung : I'll have it when I want to. Are you done?

Naeun : don't you…wanna know if I ate?

Wooyoung : what difference does that make to me?

Naeun sighed, tapping her heels under the table as she said

Naeun : okay then. Have a good day at work! I'll see you back at home.

Wooyoung cut the call without saying anything more, making naeun let out a breath as she kept the phone away. She wished someone cared. Just as she was about to go back to work, the door opened, revealing her mother-in-law. Naeun's eyes widened as she stood up, bowing.

Naeun : eomma, hello. I didn't realize you'd be visiting today.

Wooyoung's mother chuckled and entered the room, closing the door behind her as she said

Mrs jung : aigoo, you're my daughter, you don't have to be so formal. Sit back down, I've brought you your favorite.

Naeun : kimchi rice?

Mrs jung : indeed.

She placed the packet on the desk before sitting opposite naeun, opening the packet for her with a smile.

Mrs jung : was that wooyoung on the phone?

Naeun : it was.

Mrs jung : let me guess, you called him first again.

Naeun smiled, mumbling a thank you as she started eating the rice. She didn't have a favorite food and found all food mostly bland, but since she noticed eating her food made wooyoung's mother happy, naeun ate it obediently.

Mrs jung : when are you going to tell him what you feel, naeun-ah.

Naeun : he probably already knows, eomma.

Mrs jung : then why isn't he saying anything?

Naeun : because he has nothing to say. Your son doesn't really love me, eomma, it's already known. He's just doing all this because he has to.

Mrs jung : you deserve so much better.

Naeun : I don't want anything better, I love your son. Whether he loves me or not, it doesn't matter to me.

Wooyoung's mother smiled and was about to say something when she paused, coughing hard. Naeun looked up from her food, eyeing her mother-in-law worriedly.

Naeun : eomma? Are you-

Naeun cut herself off as she saw mrs jung's eyes slowly closing, making naeun stand up as she rushed to her mother-in-law's side.

Naeun : oh no no, no don't close your eyes.

But it was too late, she had already gone unconscious.

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Wooyoung rushed into the hospital, panting as he stopped right in front of the emergency room. Wooyoung was about to push the door open when he felt someone hold his arm, pulling him back.

Wooyoung : let me go!

Naeun : no, you can't enter right now, wooyoung. Please, wait for a while.

Wooyoung breathed heavily, glaring at naeun before asking in a harsh tone

Wooyoung : did you do something to her?

Naeun looked at wooyoung with hurt eyes, taking her hand away from wooyoung's as she said

Naeun : wooyoung. How could I ever.

Wooyoung : how would I know, hmm? You married me when I didn't want to, you forced us together. How would I know the other things you must be capable of?

Naeun : stop.

Wooyoung : she was with you last, wasn't she?

Naeun : wooyoung! I've only ever cared for you and loved you even when I was at my worst. For you to think that I would ever do something to harm your own mother!

Wooyoung : I do not trust you, shin naeun.

Naeun : then don't!

Wooyoung stared at naeun as she looked away, clenching her hands as she said

Naeun : it's not like you've ever trusted me in the first place. You've never loved me, never cared for me, never so much as talked to me. Every single time I try to, you look at me with those eyes of yours, the one that makes me feel like shit. I'm trying, wooyoung, I'm fucking trying even when I can't anymore.

Wooyoung : and that's my fault? You wouldn't have had to try so hard if you didn't fucking marry me!

Naeun : I didn't have a choice, wooyoung! Your company-

Wooyoung : I do not fucking care about that company, let it burn to hell for all I care!

Naeun : I-

Wooyoung : god just stop talking for fuck's sake. I'm tired of your bullshit, naeun, fucking done and tired. At this point I wish I would've just gone bankrupt years ago.

Naeun flinched at that, wondering whether she was that bad. So bad to the point it was better going bankrupt than being with her.

She looked up as she heard the door opening, a few doctors stepping out as wooyoung rushed to them, asking questions. As soon as naeun heard the fact that her mother-in-law was okay, she turned around, walking out of the hospital without saying anything more.

She shut the car door behind her, putting her hands on the steering wheel as she banged her head against it with a small sob.

Why was it so hard for someone to love her? Why was she the only one who kept trying?

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Wooyoung looked up as he heard his mother groan, quickly holding her hand in his as he whispered

Wooyoung : eomma?

Mrs jung : son.

Wooyoung : are you alright? Should I call the doctor-

Mrs jung : no, no I'm fine. Where's naeun?

Wooyoung : I don't know.

Mrs jung : wooyoung, she's your wife.

Wooyoung : she left, eomma. I didn't have time to find her out while you were lying here.

Mrs jung : did you tell her something?

Wooyoung : no.

Mrs jung : don't lie to me.

Wooyoung sighed as he said

Wooyoung : fine, I did. I asked her whether she did something to you, whether that was the reason you were here. Among…many other things.

Wooyoung's mother let out a disappointed scoff, taking her hand away from wooyoung's as she said

Mrs jung : do you ever not feel ashamed, wooyoung? Not once? For how you're treating that poor woman?

Wooyoung : poor woman? Eomma, she forced me to marry her, do you not remember? I wanted to travel the world, continue my career as a photographer. Instead she married me, shackled me to that stupid company that I wanted to escape from and ruined my dreams. You want me to treat her as a princess for all that she has done?

Mrs jung : she married you to save our family name-

Wooyoung : I didn't want that, eomma. I told her I didn't need it, and yet she went along with it anyway.

Mrs jung : that was your father's choice, wooyoung, not hers. He asked her to marry you in return for her resources.

Wooyoung : she could've declined that offer, she had a choice too. Instead she was selfish and took the wrong one.

Mrs jung : I will never win with you, my son. Only you can tell yourself what's right and what's not. I've tried, for years I've tried to tell you to value your wife and love her while you can. One day, you'll lose her and you'll regret everything. And then you'll come to me, crying and begging for the forgiveness that is not mine to give. And when that day comes, I'll know I've lost not only my daughter, but also my son.

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Wooyoung walked into the living room hours later after having made sure his mother was taken care of at the hospital, realizing that naeun was lying fast asleep on one of the sofas, her figure looking uncomfortable and her work clothes still not changed. Her face was red, she had cried. And after all that, she was still waiting for him?

"One day, you'll lose her and you'll regret everything. And then you'll come to me, crying and begging for the forgiveness that is not mine to give"

Wooyoung walked closer to her, kneeling on the floor as he stared at her. He could still never wrap his head around as to why naeun had agreed to help someone like him, her family had no ties of connection to his, and he didn't even know naeun until the day she offered to help them. Why then…why did she help them then?

Naeun : wooyoung?

Wooyoung flinched as he realized naeun was now awake, her slowly sitting up on the sofa with sleepy red eyes. Wooyoung opened his mouth and was about to say something when she quickly said

Naeun : I'm sorry.

Wooyoung : what?

Naeun : for what I said today afternoon, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said things like that to you when your mom was lying in the hospital. Your eyes they're…they're beautiful. And when you look at me, no matter how your eyes are or-or whatever I still love it. I didn't mean what I said, so please don't stop looking at me. I'm so sorry.

Wooyoung felt his heart drop at how naeun sounded, a wife was begging her husband to so much as look at her? All naeun said today afternoon was true, all of this was wooyoung's fault. It was him who hadn't loved her, trusted her or cared for her even when she'd given her entire life to him. It was him who should be apologizing, instead she was doing it.

Wooyoung : naeun, you don't have to be sorry.

Naeun looked visibly taken aback.

Wooyoung : none of this is your fault, I shouldn't have talked to you like that.

Naeun : um, what?

Wooyoung : what you said was true, I haven't been a husband to you at all, let alone a good one. While you've done your duties the best as you can in return for nothing. You should never have to apologize to me, naeun.

Naeun : I didn't do those things out of the duty for you, wooyoung, I did it because of love. Because I love you.

Wooyoung felt the breath leave his body, his eyes wide. He could utter nothing, she had never told him she loved him like this, although he almost always knew.

Naeun : I have always loved you, since the second I married you. I offered that…that help out of the love for you. And I agreed to marry you for the same reason. And I thought maybe after we married and spent some time together you'd love me too but I suppose I wasn't good enough for that-

Wooyoung : how could you love someone like me? When I've given you nothing-

Naeun : if you love someone because of what they give you then that isn't really love, wooyoung. What I have for you is immaterial, you don't have to give me anything for me to love you. Ever, this isn't a business deal.

Wooyoung pressed his lips together, his eyes lowering not knowing what to say. Naeun sighed, patting wooyoung's back as she said

Naeun : it's okay, you don't really have to say anything to me, young-ah. I know that you feel nothing of that towards me, and I am fine with that. As long as I can love you, I'm okay with you not loving me the same.

Naeun stood up as wooyoung watched his wife walk away to her room, her figure slouched from how tired she was and the bad position she had been sleeping in. wooyoung let out a shaky breath, falling back against the sofa as he shut his eyes.

She deserved much better, maybe he should just become better? Maybe he should just give her a chance?

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ivymarquis · 1 year ago

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Steel Magnolia

Ch 1| I don't mix business and pleasure

Pairing| Soap x Honey Rating| Eventual Smut Word Count| 1.4k Content/Warnings| The author is an American attempting to write a Scottish accent (I'm still dialing it in, RIP. If any of my readers are Scottish and wanna beta hmu lmao). Honey is one of those Reader/OC hybrid characters where it is established she is a southern American, plus sized nurse who is on the shorter side but has no other physical descriptors and should read as POC friendly (if I miss something, lemme know!) I have been wanting to write this for a hot minute and always was going to have the dialogue "I'm going to marry her", so seeing @glitterypirateduck have "I'm going to marry you" as one of the prompt options for Soap It Up pretty much solidified that I needed to have my first chapter for Steel Magnolia line up for the challenge!

This chapter is SFW but I am an MDNI account

Soap has an ever mounting suspicion that these blood drives are just an excuse to give the baby nurses more practice sticking people.

Like many in the military, he doesn’t consider himself a hard stick. All the time in the gym paired with a routine schedule on base, he and many other soldiers typically get nurses drooling over his veins like the weird little vampires that they are.

Lucky him- he’s got one of the FNGs, a skittish mess who seems terrified if he looks at her too long even though she’s the one with the damn 17g needle and he’s the one that’s got to sit there and take it.

A group of soldiers on the way out had been bitching and moaning about how the charge nurse was a raging cunt, and given how those soldiers were Americans, that has a bit more teeth to it than coming from someone more local.

He’s not entirely positive which one of the nurses is the alleged fire breathing dragon, but it’s fairly obvious which are the more senior nurses. Which only further reinforces his suspicions about being used as a pin cushion.

Soap’s a model patient as she scrubs his arm with the antiseptic. Even though he’s had worse happen in the line of duty, he still isn’t a fan of having a needle shoved into his arm.

He sits like a statue as she ties the tourniquet around his arm. Takes a sharp inhale and lets it out as she goes to stick him.

There’s no flashback, and the needle bites.

Fucking great.

He and the FNG both stare at the butterfly like the flashback will magically appear, Soap flexing his fingers in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort in his arm despite the logical part of his brain knowing that’s not how it works.

What the hell.

“‘S supposed to be stinging like that, nurse?” He asks, really as a prompt to make her do something to reposition the needle. He’s mindful of his tone.

The FNG blanches, like his words have dragged her back to the world of the living. She pulls the needle back before advancing forward again.

Nothing, again, but the bite from the needle stings even worse this time and he doesn’t totally manage to stifle the pained hiss that escapes.

Her nerves seem totally shot at this point, like she’s bracing for Soap to snap at her before turning in search of one of the more experienced nurses (which, in his defense, Soap does not believe he’s done anything to warrant that response). “Honey? Can I borrow you for a second?”

The nurse in question turns her head at the sound of her name and suddenly Soap is not at all concerned about the sting in his arm.

He can’t help that he’s got a type and it’s impossible to miss how she checks all the boxes appearance wise. He’s always been a sucker for a pretty face and a wide ass; given that Honey had been facing away from them, he’s got an excellent view of both when she reacts to her name being called. What can he say? He’s always had a soft spot for big soft girls

As she strides towards Soap and the FNG, he can tell by the look on her face that she’s already trying to judge the situation.

Maybe this is the nurse that got the American soldiers riled up (perhaps they had riled her up by snapping at the skittish FNG- all conjecture, but seems plausible enough to him). She’s more than welcome to give Soap that sharp eyed, cutting expression whenever.

Christ he hasn’t even said a word to her and he’s already got it bad.

“What’s up?” Honey asks and Soap thinks he hears a southern drawl but the two words aren’t entirely enough to confirm that theory. Definitely American though.

“His vein keeps rolling and I can’t get it. I don’t want to go fishing, can you get it?”

“Well I can always try,” she answers before reaching up for the station behind them for sanitizer and gloves. Definitely southern.

“Scooch,” she kindly instructs the FNG before stepping into her place beside Soap.

He knows he’s staring (there’s also a part of him keyed in to the fact that Ghost is watching from the next chair over) and he needs to act like a normal fucking person.

“I’m Honey, I’m one of the nurses. Let’s see if we can’t get this needle where it’s supposed to be, hm?” She introduces herself before feeling on his arm, the FNG hovering over her.

“Sounds like a plan tae me, bonnie,” Soap says, deciding immediately that he could happily listen to her talk for hours.

Her attention shifts to the FNG, and given how she’s got a hold of the wings of the needle he decides to let her work in peace.

“See how I've got these fingers placed like this? You wanna make sure you’ve got it anchored good so it doesn’t roll on ya,” she instructs while positioning herself.

“Then we’ll just pull back and adjust the angle real quick and-“ To her credit, he can barely feel the needle moving as she slides the bevel right where it's supposed to be, “there. Good flashback. Check it and hook him up.”

Clearly she managed to get the needle placed as his blood damn near shoots down the tubing when they let up on the twist to check it.

“Alrighty then,” she pauses, eyes flicking to where his name is on the screen before reading it out, “Sergeant MacTavish, you are ready to roll.”

He decides immediately he likes hearing her say his name and wants to hear it again.

“My friends call me Soap,” he informs her, sensing she’s likely going to wander off and wanting to continue the conversation.

The snort that escapes her is adorable. “How on earth did you end up with that as a nickname?”

It’s a question he often gets when he introduces himself. Soap is such a funny name and it’s all fun and games until he tells people “It’s cause Ah clean house.”

Of course, he’s learned to be very deliberate in how he announces that tidbit, and he’s mindful of it now. Gotta be careful when pointing out that he’s good at eliminating an obstacle. Usually giving his best smile and a disproportionately bright tone helps deflect from the implication of his answer.

Her expression quickly morphs to one of fair enough, although he’s still not quite ready to end the conversation and prompts her to keep talking.

“Assumin’ Honey’s not yer government name, how’d ye get that for a nickname?”

One of her eyebrows quirks up, and Soap finds himself holding his breath as she’s obviously assessing him. But he knows he’s a good looking fellow so naturally assumes she’s impressed with what she sees.

“Depends who you ask,” she answers cryptically. “Some will tell you it’s because I'm so sweet when the mood strikes,” Steaming Jesus he really could listen to her drawl for hours “and others will tell you it’s short for honeybadger. Depends on how I’m feeling, really.”

Welp, that’s it. He’s officially in love.

The FNG has him hooked and going as his blood drains, although Soap’s attention remains solely on Honey.

“What time does yer shift end?” He’s always dived head first for what he wants- and he is completely unashamed of how much he wants her despite not knowing she existed 15 minutes ago.

In an instant the pleasant not-quite-flirty tone disappears as her face slips into a more neutral expression, and Soap can feel the rejection coming before she opens her mouth and he just wants to know why when she was fine bantering with him a moment ago.

“Sorry soldier boy, I don’t mix business and pleasure.” She states simply before standing to leave.

Well isn’t this a shit situation for him. Given he’s tethered by the needle in his arm, it’s not like he has much choice but to watch her leave (although- if he’s being completely honest it’s not like he’s really complaining about getting to watch those hips move as she walks).

It’s not even like he’s an admit, for fuck’s sake, but Soap also isn’t a feral animal who’s going to yell across the room to get a pretty girl’s attention. He’ll get an opportunity to make his case.

“Oof, shut down,” Gaz ribs from one side, with Ghost incredulously chiming in with a “Whomp whomp,” at how Honey had so firmly brushed him off.

“Oh please. A’m going tae marry her.” Soap asserts wistfully.

“I’m no expert in women, Johnny,” Ghost starts and Soap just knows he’s not going to like what comes next, “but I’m pretty sure you need to get her to agree to drinks first.”

“Fair enough, LT.”

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

#Soapitup #john soap mactavish #John soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #x chubby reader #x fat reader #cod x reader #soap x honey #honey(badger)#my writing

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Happily Ever After

“And with a loud crash the dragon swept the princess into the blazing sky, igniting terror in the hearts of all who dared gaze upon the wretched sight”

Lucy was in far too deep in the world of the book. The pacing and word choice made each character seem to come alive,but now with this final line it was over. “That's not the way its supposed to end” She lightly shrieked, tears stinging her eyes as she momentarily mourned for the poor souls in the textual world. The cruelty of the pages contrasting with the sweet smells of cherry blossom and orchids outside her window sill. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the last page was turned to reveal nothing. It was all over.

“Lucy!” Dashes of pink and blue came to her side wrapping her into a hug. “What's wrong? What happened, who do we need to fight?!”

“No it's nothing, just-“ Lucy wiped a tear, unsure if it would be ok to tell them or if it would just be more ammo.“ The book... I thought that they were going to get their happily ever after and they didn’t .” Her two confidants looked at eachother unsure of what to do. “It's stupid I know.”

“No it's not,” Natsu affirmed softly, but with a steady firmness that made her believe him. “You really liked that book.”

Lucy sighed another tear falling “ I still do, the writing is amazing…it-it-just didn’t end the way I wished it did.”

Natsu brushed away a hair from her face. Lucy had a habit of getting attached to the character she read about, and this book was all she could think about for weeks. A reaction like this though? The ending must have been horrible to hit her so hard.

He glanced at his little buddy. Happy nodded in knowing, already heading towards the kitchen to start the teapot. “Wanna take a walk?”

Lucy looked up at him feeling stupid but grateful. “Yeah”

Magnolia was in full bloom. The winter had let up and the trees were swaying in spring winds. Wind chimes danced and the sound of footsteps created a rhythm so very real.

“So what was the book about?” They had been silently wandering around the streets like stray cats. It was calm. Lucy kicked a rock, a wave of regret washing over her. Her childishness and lack of controll over her emotions was something she felt she needed to overcome, and having it on display, felt mortifying in hindsight. “Luce, You don't have to go into detail or tell me anything, I'm just curious”

“It was a…fairy tale novel.” She started, “a romantic story about a princess under a curse and her lover, whose own curse could heal her.” Natsu listened intently, until her sniffles and voice cracks smoothed, untill she got to explaining the end. “They won, they beat the villain, broke the curse, and, well— I thought they were going to get married. And now…they wont.” Her voice strained and softened. She turned away from him , eyes watery and embarrassed, but her best friend grabbed her hand before she could take another step and just held it. No words of comfort came, but the action was all she needed. Her pace slowed to a stop as she intertwined their arms and he squeezed her hand, reminding her how to breathe.

“It makes me worried.” The truth tumbled out. “If they can't have a happily ever after–how could I?” Sometimes it felt as though she was fighting a losing battle. Calm moments passing by like the light of a shooting star. It felt hopelessly overwhelming, as if she was running through a tunnel without a light at the end of it. The silence beside her felt deafening. Say something. She wanted him to say something. Claim that her happily ever after was around the corner, Insist he could see it waiting for her by a fireplace, that he could take her there.

“Isn't this Happily ever after though?” His answer, a question that echoed in the night sky, made her. look up at her partner in true wonder. His Green eyes, only showing their true vibrancy in the most special of light, replied back with a look of earnest adoration “I mean, I don't think most people would like all the nitty gritty stuff we do, but we like it dont we?” A classic natsu smile spread onto his face accompanied by a small blush. He scratched his cheek looking away, but still holding her tight. “Well I mean, I do! I like fighting monsters and looking for treasure way more than sitting still in a boring old castle doing taxes all day!” Somehow a giggle escaped her, leave it to her Natsu to say the perfect thing, with the most humorous reasoning. His head snapped towards her, an expression of mock anger crossing his face “I'm being serious! Imagine having to stay inside forever, and never getting to go on adventures! That sounds so boring and—oh god imagine getting stuck with someone annoying, like Gray!” Her giggles had turned into full laughter at his wholehearted explanations, completed with intense hand movements. “Lucy quit laughing! I'm being super serious!” She only cracked up harder.

“I thought you were trying to make me feel better!”

“Yeah, feel better, not die of the giggles!” Natsu tried to hold a serious expression, but also quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles, making her laugh harder.” Quit it!” He grabbed her waist and started spinning her around “stop giggling!”

“ NATSU!!!” Her sides started to hurt, but she just couldn’t stop, she didn't want to. maybe this really was happily ever after.

It could have been minutes or it could have been hours later but they were breathless. Still in his arms she couldnt help but ask,

“Natsu, do you think they ever got their happily ever after?” Tears weren’t pricking her eyes anymore, but her heart hurt a little at the idea that her precious book characters never got their deserved ending.

“They found each other, didn’t they?” he breathed through a smile. “I think that was there happily ever after”

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #ft natsu #lucy heartfilia #fairytail guild #fairy tail happy

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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 4 months ago

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Magnolia - Chapter Sixteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Attempted Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

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Summary:

"Hey." This time it's Satoru who's speaking to her, leaning close enough to put his lips next to her ear so she can hear what he's saying. He brings his hand up to her face, fingers on her chin to turn her head and make her look at him. "Why are you looking at them when you could be looking at me?"

"They're looking at you," she points out, as if it isn't obvious. There are still eyes on him - this tall, magnetic and handsome stranger with the pretty eyes and the pale hair.

"Couldn't care less," Satoru grins lazily, meeting Suguru's gaze over her head before refocusing his attention on her. "I really don't give a shit about any eyes but the two sets I came here with."

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A/N: These chapters have been keeping me up until 3 am for four days straight, and I'm sure the hot streak will wear off soon, but I plan to ride it out for as long as it lasts.

Chapter Sixteen: No Stranger

Approximately three minutes into their outing, Lia is wondering why she let Satoru talk her into this.

The place is dark, noisy, and crowded. She’s astounded at the amount of people packed into such a place so late at night. Don’t these people have work in the morning? Why are so many people at a place like this on a Wednesday night?

Her uneasiness doesn’t show in her features, though. She keeps her expression schooled into something neutral, even as she worries about getting separated from her companions. It would be too easy to get lost in a crowd like this, wouldn’t it?

As if picking up on those worries, Suguru reaches for her hand. It’s a steadying, comforting touch, and it grounds her again. With just that one gesture, the music seems quieter, the crowd less obnoxious, the dark of the dance floor less intimidating.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, when he looks down at her. “You get used to it after a while. And we won’t let you out of our sight. I promise.”

Satoru looks back at the two of them, his smile brilliant and his pretty eyes lit up. Lia can see that he’s completely in his element; he seems to be feeding off of the people and the music and the energy. It’s been so long since she’s been in a place like this… so long that she can barely remember what it felt like.

I used to love dancing even if I never really loved this kind of environment, she remembers. And I did agree to come because I miss it.

It isn’t exactly what she would have chosen to reintroduce herself to something that she used to have such a deep love for, but she’d promised Satoru she would give it a chance. She doesn’t want to break that promise now, not when the night’s only just begun.

Suguru can feel the way her emotions roll and spin around her. He feels her anxiety, her nervousness in this new, unfamiliar environment. He feels her worry, her fear that the crowd will swallow her up and separate her from them. The change in her resolve is slight, but he feels that too.

He squeezes her hand. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, leaning down so she can hear him over the noise.

That he’s acknowledged her effort to try this even though it’s outside of her comfort zone heartens her. It feels good, and she rides the wave of his softly-spoken praise as Satoru grabs hold of her other hand, leading her through the crowd of people. They’re a small chain of bodies linked together, and Lia marvels at the way the crowd seems to part around Satoru, making room for him to get through.

She also doesn’t miss the looks he gets as they pass by. She sees the women as they eye Satoru, their gazes lingering until they notice the little procession he’s leading onto the dance floor. She feels the daggers pointed at where her right hand is joined with Satoru’s and her left is joined with Suguru’s.

If looks could kill, she would be a dead woman many times over.

It makes her resolve falter a bit. Just for a moment, old feelings that she’s tried hard to banish resurface in her mind, thoughts that are reminiscent of the old Lia… the Lia who never claimed anything nice for herself, the Lia who never would have even imagined holding the attention and affection of two men like Suguru and Satoru.

What am I doing here? I don’t belong here.

It was silly of me to get all done up in this ridiculous dress with these ridiculous shoes. I’m out of place here and everyone knows it. I should have just stayed home, comfortable in my sweats and---

“Hey.” This time it’s Satoru who’s speaking to her, leaning close enough to put his lips next to her ear so she can hear what he’s saying. He brings his hand up to her face, fingers on her chin to turn her head and make her look at him. “Why are you looking at them when you could be looking at me?”

“They’re looking at you,” she points out, as if it isn’t obvious. There are still eyes on him - this tall, magnetic and handsome stranger with the pretty eyes and the pale hair.

“Couldn’t care less,” Satoru grins lazily, meeting Suguru’s gaze over her head before refocusing his attention on her. “I really don’t give a shit about any eyes but the two sets I came here with.”

He means it, she knows. He never says anything he doesn’t mean, even if he doesn’t mean to say it.

And so, when the two of them pull her close - Suguru behind her with his arms around her waist, Satoru in front of her with his hands on her hips - she gives in to the loud bass and the frenetic tempo of the music. She allows herself to remember what it was like to shimmy and sway to the beat, to let her body move where the music takes her.

They follow her lead, letting her set the pace and keeping her caged between them. It becomes almost euphoric, the feeling she gets when she happens to glance off to the side every now and again. Those envious gazes that feel like daggers are still very much there… women who have it very clearly written on their faces: how did someone like you manage to end up with those two?

She pushes her hips further back into Suguru and pulls Satoru closer, defiantly meeting a pair of those dagger-eyes across the room even as her heart tries to sound its old familiar beats of anxiety. For Lia to watch the change in that other woman’s facial expression as she basks in the attention of the two men with her is an unfamiliar thing for her.

For the first time in her life she is experiencing the feeling of possessiveness, and it thrills her.

Satoru didn’t lie to her; he has barely taken his eyes off of her and Suguru all night. He watches the silent exchange between Lia and the woman who has been boring holes in his face with her eyes since they started dancing. He sees the way Lia pulls him closer, the way she pushes herself deeper into Suguru’s arms, the way she looks directly at the woman staring at them as if in warning.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he grins down at her, when her attention is focused on him once more.

“Hm?” Puzzled, she shakes her head. “Had what?”

“He’s talking about your little possessive streak,” Suguru murmurs in her ear. “We both saw that exchange, you know.”

Lia’s face goes hot. “Well, she wouldn’t stop staring,” she mumbles. “It’s rude to stare at strangers, isn’t it?”

“He said we saw it,” Satoru laughs, patting her hip playfully. “He never said we didn’t like it.”

There isn’t anything indecent or inappropriate about the way they’re touching her. She’s danced with men this way before, long ago. During her college years when she played the part of the happy, outgoing party girl. During her early adult years when she pretended to be a social butterfly. And though it has been many years since the last time she’s done so, she can’t ever remember having felt this way while dancing with someone.

Why does it feel so different? She wonders. Is it just because I’m comfortable with them, because I’m familiar?

She’s sure that accounts for much of the difference. If it were any other man in the club holding her the way these two are, she’s sure she wouldn’t feel the same spark.

She’s almost positive that the little fire that’s been burning low in the pit of her stomach would have gone cold by now if she were just dancing with some other man.

She knows that a stranger would not evoke these feelings in her - the possessiveness, the boldness, the---

Ah.

Desire. That’s what the little fire in her stomach is called. It’s called desire.

It feels different from any time before because of that. Both the man in front of her and the one behind - she desires them.

Satoru inclines his head to the side, studying her as those thoughts run through her head. “For once,” he starts with a grin, “I can actually tell what you’re thinking.”

Lia looks up at him, her eyes meeting those clear, intelligent blue ones. She isn’t sure what expression she’s wearing, but whatever it is makes a smug grin curl up the corners of Satoru’s mouth.

He’s no stranger to advances from women and men alike. There is nothing unusual about people staring at him, fascinated by the charisma and charm he exudes, intrigued by his unusual hair color that didn’t come from a box, drawn to his uncannily blue eyes. He knows that if he were alone in this club - the way he’s been alone in so many others - that he would have received dozens of propositions by now.

Even now, he wonders how many of the people looking at him would be bold enough to approach him despite him very clearly being glued to his two companions. He doesn’t have to look in that direction to see that the woman on the other side of the room is staring at him again. And so, when he lowers his head to kiss Lia, he makes sure his tongue is visible in the split second before he pushes it past her lips.

And yet, when you touch me, I grow small… and quiet… And happy… If I might only grow small enough To curl up in the hollow of your palm, Your left palm, Curl up, lie close and cling, So that I might know myself always there, …Even if you forgot. -Angelina Weld Grimke, Your Hands

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bratshaws · 11 months ago

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through the hourglass 357.brb x oc

a/n: I GOT NEW FOLLOWERS HELLO (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Rooster meets her outside and smiles confusedly, “You are home early, how was the grocery shopping?” he grabs Nicole with one hand while the other hooks on some of the grocery bags, “The twins are in their cribs by the way.”

Beatrice smiled as she approached Rooster, her arms laden with grocery bags. "Yeah, I finished up a bit earlier than I expected," she replied, "The shopping went well, though. Got everything we need for the week."

Rooster nodded in approval, his gaze flickering to the bags in Beatrice's arms. "Good to hear," he said, his tone warm. "Let me help you with those too."

"Thanks, Roos," she said gratefully, her smile widening. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Rooster chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "You'd probably be stuck carrying all those bags by yourself," he teased, his tone light. "But seriously, anything for you, gorgeous."

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully at Rooster's remark, feeling a surge of affection for her husband. She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "You're the best, you know that?"

Rooster's smile softened, his heart swelling with love. "Right back at you, babe," he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

As they began to unpack the groceries together, their conversation turned to their plans for the rest of the day. Beatrice mentioned her intention to join Rooster at the gym later that afternoon, and Rooster's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Oh!” he perked up like a golden retriever, his eyes wide and smile bright, “Really?That sounds like a great idea," he said eagerly, "I can show you some of my favorite workouts and we can work up a sweat together."

Beatrice grinned at Rooster's enthusiasm, “Oh I can’t wait, truly.”

“What made you decide?”

Beatrice shrugged, "Just thought it would be fun to switch things up a bit," she replied, her voice light. "Plus, I want to spend more time with you, even if it means getting sweaty at the gym."

Rooster chuckled, his gaze softening with affection. "I love that idea," he said sincerely, his voice filled with warmth. "Having you there with me will make my workout even better. And I do love making you sweaty."

“Bradley Nicholas!”

“Whaat?” he chuckles “It’s true…anyway,” he looks down as Nikki was busy picking some blocks from the floor, “You got everything for the week huh?”

Beatrice nodded, her smile widening as she watched Nicole play with her blocks. "Yep, got everything on the list," she said, her gaze sweeping over the neatly organized kitchen. "Thanks for your help, Roos."

Rooster grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Anytime, gorgeous," he replied, his tone teasing. "You know I'm always here to lend a helping hand."

Beatrice chuckled, rolling her eyes at Rooster's playful antics. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Perfect Husband," she teased, poking him in the side. "But seriously, I appreciate it."

Rooster's grin softened into a tender smile as he wrapped an arm around Beatrice's waist, pulling her close. "I'd do anything for you, Bea," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You and the kids mean everything to me."

Beatrice's heart swelled with love at Rooster's words, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. "You mean everything to us too, Roos," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Truly."

He blinked at her, his eyebrows crinkling ,”You okay?”

Beatrice nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice soft. "Just feeling grateful for everything we have."

Rooster's expression softened with understanding as he returned Beatrice's embrace, holding her close. "Me too, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Me too…so about the gym.”

“Yeah?”

“They are cool there, no one really cares. I stay in my lane and yknow, if someone wants something they ask but,” he’s so happy “You made my day gorgeous.”

She laughs softly, furrowing her brows, “Because I’ll go to the gym with you?”

"Exactly," he replied, his voice filled with excitement. "It's just nice to have you by my side, doing something we both enjoy together."

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at Rooster's enthusiasm, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "I'm glad I could make your day, Roos," she said sincerely, her eyes shining with affection. "And who knows, maybe I'll even enjoy it."

Rooster's grin grew even wider at Beatrice's response, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I have a feeling you'll love it," he said confidently, his tone laced with excitement. "And if not, we can always find something else to do together."

She arches her brow, gently tapping his lips, “You,” she breathes against his mouth, “Are relentless,mister Bradshaw.” and she walks around him before he could kiss her fully.

“Hmmm,guilty as charged," he admitted with a playful grin, following her as she moved around the kitchen. "But you love it."

Beatrice couldn't suppress her laughter as she turned to face Rooster, "Maybe I do," she teased, her voice filled with mock indignation. "But that doesn't mean you get to be so smug about it."

Rooster chuckled, reaching out to gently tug Beatrice into his arms. "Can you blame me?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he leaned in closer. "I've got the most beautiful wife in the world, who just so happens to enjoy torturing me."

“And how am I torturing you right now?” she asks softly, “I didn’t do anything.”

Rooster grinned mischievously, his hands sliding down Beatrice's sides as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "You're torturing me with your irresistible charm and your endless teasing," he murmured, his voice filled with playful affection. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at Rooster's response, her cheeks flushing with warmth at his words. She playfully swatted at his chest, her eyes sparkling. "Flatterer," she teased, her voice tinged with affection. "But I’ll take it.” she laughs, “Nikki is still in the living room?”

Rooster nodded, "Yeah, she's still playing with her blocks," he confirmed, "She's been pretty quiet, which is always a good sign."

Beatrice smiled, "She's such a good girl," she said proudly, her voice soft. "So well-behaved."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his expression fond. "Just like her mama," he replied, pressing a kiss to Beatrice's cheek. "You're both amazing."

Beatrice blushed at Rooster's compliment, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She leaned into his touch, savoring the closeness between them. "Thanks, Roos," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude. "That means a lot coming from you."

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's response, his eyes shining with affection. "Always, gorgeous," he said softly, his tone gentle. "I'll always be here to lift you up and remind you just how incredible you are."

She then suddenly was reminded about the weird women at the supermarket…she had to ask,carefully, “So…tell me about the people at the gym. You know any of them?”

Rooster's expression shifted slightly at Beatrice's question, a thoughtful look crossing his features. He leaned back, his brow furrowing as he considered her words.

"Yeah, I know a few of them," he admitted, his tone careful. "Mostly just from seeing them around, you know? It's a pretty big gym, so I don't really interact with everyone."

Beatrice nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Anyone in particular stand out to you?" she asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

Rooster shrugged, a faint frown tugging at his lips. "Not really," he replied, his voice guarded. "Just the usual gym crowd, I guess. Why do you ask?"

She hesitated for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully. "Oh, no reason," she said lightly, forcing a smile. "Just curious, I guess."

Rooster studied her for a moment, his gaze searching. He seemed to sense her unease, his expression softening with concern. "Hey, is everything okay, Bea?" he asked gently, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "You seem a bit...off."

Beatrice forced a smile, shaking her head slightly. "Yeah, everything's fine," she assured him, her voice wavering slightly. "Just...you know, thinking about stuff."

Rooster's concern only seemed to deepen at Beatrice's response. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm here for you, always."

“I know Roos.” she smiles, “...well, honestly I…heard some women talking–um about,about you.’

"What were they saying?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject without causing unnecessary alarm. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing. "They were just...talking about you," she began slowly, her voice hesitant. "Saying things about how you...uh, how you are at the gym." she pauses, “That uh…they flirt with you but you are oblivious.”

He blinks, clearly surprised by that info “...what??”

Beatrice winced at Rooster's reaction, "I'm sorry, Roos," she murmured, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to upset you. It's probably nothing, just some silly gossip."

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's words, his grip on her hand softening. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently, his voice soothing. "I trust you, Bea. If something's bothering you, I want to know about it."

Beatrice offered him a grateful smile, "Thanks, Roos," she whispered, her heart swelling with affection. "I appreciate it."

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his touch gentle and tender. "So, what exactly did they say?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for answers.

Beatrice hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. She didn't want to cause unnecessary worry, but she also didn't want to keep anything from Rooster. Taking a deep breath, she decided to be honest with him. "They were just...commenting on how you're...unaware of their advances," she admitted reluctantly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But I know you, Roos. You're not the type to...you know, flirt back or anything like that."

Rooster's expression darkened at Beatrice's words, his jaw clenching with frustration. "Damn it," he muttered, his tone tinged with annoyance. "I can't believe people would say something like that."

Beatrice reached out, placing a comforting hand on Rooster's arm. "Hey, it's okay," she said soothingly, her voice gentle. "I know you would never do anything to betray our trust. It's just...annoying, that's all."

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just hate the idea of people talking about me behind my back," he admitted, his gaze troubled. "Especially when it involves you…is that why you wanted to go to the gym?"

“It’s not the only reason...I’ve been thinking about going for a while now too.”

Rooster nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "Yeah, I get that," he replied, his voice softening. "Well, if you want to join me today, I'd love to have you there."

Beatrice's heart swelled with gratitude at Rooster's invitation. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with appreciation. "I'd like that," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Thanks, Roos."

"Are you nervous?"

Beatrice shook her head, her smile widening. "Not really," she replied honestly, her voice steady. "I'm actually looking forward to it."

Rooster flashed her a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's my girl," he said proudly, his tone filled with affection. “You’ll do fine, you think your parents can stay with the kids when we go later?”

“I think so…or Mav, we can call Mav if you want.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, a sense of relief washing over him at Beatrice's reassurance. "Yeah, Mav would be great," he agreed, his voice laced with gratitude. "I'll give him a call later and see if he's available."

Beatrice smiled, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending time at the gym with Rooster. She knew that having him by her side would ease any lingering nerves she might have about joining him in such a new environment.

And…well…

She was very protective over her husband.

She inhales his cologne after he kisses her cheek before walking away and chews the inside of her cheek, “...yeah, it’ll be fun.”

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thebramblewood · 9 months ago

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📩 Simblr question of the day: You can answer one or both parts of this question! 1️⃣ Part one: If you make Story posts, what do you do for scenes? Do you build them yourself, do you download lots from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? 2️⃣ Part two: If you make Gameplay/Legacy posts, what do you do for a house? Do you build it yourself, download a home from the gallery or do you download them from someone online? Additionally, do you build onto that home or demolish it and rebuild the house when needed? (E.G When another child enters the picture or someone moves in) ❎ If you do none of those for either half, what do you do? Do you use someone else's save file? (WIndbrook by Folking, Willow Creek + Magnolia Promenade by Theneighborhoodsave, Silent Pines by Silentpinessave... etc)

( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

Hello, friend! Thank you for the thought and time you put into these questions. I hope the new blog takes off. ❤️

For both story and gameplay purposes, the short answer is I will always choose to do as little building (and ideally decorating) as I can get away with. Building is not my forte at all. I find it dull and draining, and even if I have references I often just don't know where to start. Decorating can be draining for me too because it activates both my indecisiveness and my perfectionism, but I'll do it slightly more often, especially for my Sims' homes because I do like them to be personalized. If I'm making a few changes here and there to an already decorated space, it's not a big deal. If I know I'll have to decorate an entire build, it's definitely something I need to mentally prepare myself to commit to because it'll probably take at least a week. (More rambling and examples under the cut.)

The only full build I've done for my story so far has been this shop in Oasis Springs because I couldn't find anything that matched the vibe in my head. It was so structurally simple but took me forever.

Ulrike's apartment and Vatore Manor are both builds by @haledela that I fully redecorated. I love replacing residential lots in my worlds with their builds because they look so much nicer than the usual Maxis monstrosities.

Sometimes I'll just decorate one room if I need something specific for a scene. For example, I temporarily replaced part of UBrite Commons with this classroom. For the concert scene, I used another build by @haledela and just spruced it up a bit to get the stage area looking how I wanted.

I find most builds on Tumblr. I'll scour finds blogs, follow the builders I like most, and then bookmark anything interesting that comes across my dash. I find browsing the gallery overwhelming, so I only do it if I can't find anything here or need something in a pinch when I'm already in-game. The types of builds I love most are multipurpose lots that I can use for several scenes but make look like different places! For example, Helena and Ulrike's break-up and Helena and Lilith's first meeting take place on the same lot. I also used the same lot for the haunted house scene in the prologue and the Spooky Bowl! They're both by the very talented and creative @whyeverr, whose builds I've used countless times.

Some of my other favorite builders besides the two I've mentioned are @alerionjkeee, @bottsbotts, @beetlemp3, @ratboysims, and @sweetbeagaming! They all have really diverse and unique builds that I always get a lot of mileage out of when I use them!

#asks #sqotd

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jokertrap-ran · 2 months ago

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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 3-1 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

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3 years ago, Tokyo.

???: …Why did you do it?

???: Kei…

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Seiji: I got you coffee, Kirigaya.

Akira: Thanks. Wait, huh? There’s no milk in this. Did we run out?

Seiji: We do have unopened cartons of milk on one of the shelves.

Tomoharu: Hello.

Akira: Yo.

Seiji: Great timing. I’ve just made a pot of coffee.

Sakuya: I see you’ve made yourself at home.

Tomoharu: That smells awesome. Guess I’ll have a cup too,

Tomoharu: It really feels like the Starlight Orchestra has expanded now that they’re here with us in The Magnolia. Don't you think so, Senpai?

Sakuya: I still feel a little bad for bothering them, considering how they have to come here to practice all the way from Mito.

Akira: Hm? Just how rural are you mistakin’ Mito for? This place’s just a train ride away.

Akira: Plus, we got rooms in Seiso Academy’s dorms, so we can stay over if needed.

Sakuya: Huh? Since when?

Seiji: Shinomori-sensei helped us make the arrangements. All of you live in the dorms too, right? So we're all in the same boat now.

⊳ Choice: We’ll all be in each other's care from now on!

Akira: Haha, no need to be so formal. We’re all friends here.

⊳ Choice: I look forward to our time together!

Seiji: Are you sure you want to be saying that? If you truly mean it, then I suppose there are a lot of things to look forward to.

Ginga: G’morning.

Hayate: Oh? Good morning, Osakabe-san, Kirigaya-san!

Hayate: Everyone here? Good.

Hayate: I was just about to ask him about the briefing session.

Hayate: Apparently, there's to be a briefing session regarding the International Concours’ qualification round sometime soon. Needless to say, we're going to be in attendance.

Kazuma: Orchestras who are gunning for the International Concours will gather.

Kazuma: As such, Orchestras from all over the country will be in attendance. Including the Joetsu Student Symphony Orchestra, and the Takamatsu Philharmonic Orchestra.

Tomoharu: Wow, sounds like some pretty big-named Orchestras are going to be there. I wonder if we get to hear them perform live?

Sakuya: Why are you so laid-back about this? Those are some pretty famous Orchestras we're going to be compared to, you know…

Kazuma: The briefing session will be held at Kakyo Academy, home to the Glanz Symphony Orchestra, last year's Japan representative.

Sakuya: It's going to be held in Kakyo Academy…? But I heard that it's usually held in one of Tokyo's halls, no?

Ginga: A huge school like that is bound to have a hall, don't you think? Two birds, one stone.

Ginga: Kakyo Academy is located in Nakameguro, right? That's just a train ride away.

Tomoharu: And there is a lot of good food around the area.

Tomoharu: Italian, French, and even Chinese cuisine… Not to mention the variety of selections including yakiniku and sushi… They've got all the popular stores there! What would you like to eat, senpai?

Akira: We get to eat good food and go up against strong people all in one day? Sounds like plenty of fun to me.

Seiji: I'll have to agree. However, isn't that day a weekday?

Akira: Can't you just take a day off from school?

Seiji: Dear me, I thought those words were only reserved for those who've clocked in enough attendance to spare.

Akira: Come again? Are you bein’ serious?

Seiji: Sorry, Concertmistress. It is unfortunate, but the two of us will have to abstain, or else this guy here might have to repeat a grade.

⊳ Choice: I gotchu

Seiji: That's reassuring.

⊳ Choice: Now, that's just unfortunate…

Akira: I know, right… I wanted to see what the guy who cinched the top looked like. Akira: Welp, looks like I'm stuck here. I'm lookin’ forward to hearin’ your stories about the trip. Do share with me how it goes, Concertmistress.

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Nono: Hmm, the International Concours is finally starting! How exciting!

Nono: Many of the professional Orchestras in Tokyo are going to be there, not to mention the wide array of violin workshops in the area…

Nono: It’ll be a brilliant learning experience, I’m sure~ Sounds fun, doesn’t it, Concertmistress?

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atinyjules · 8 months ago

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Where The Magnolia Blossoms Ft. Park Jisung {ch-2}

A/n: Welcome to chapter 2! I hope you guys are liking it so far! I originally wrote this two weeks ago but changed it up a bit. So it's not what I originally wrote bit it's better I suppose!

So here it iss

The mini masterlist for this series can be found here

Seonhwa's

I had been putting out the dyed silk to dry for an hour when my childhood nanny called me in.

"Seonhwa! The Crown Prince wants to see you!" She exclaimed, making me widen my eyes.

"What!?" I exclaimed, making the elder woman to hit my arm before straightening out my hair and tucking a flower in my hair.

"This is going to have to do. You can't stand in front of the Crown Prince in this mess." She said and dusted my clothes before pulling me with her to the hall.

"Talk politely to him, with the utmost respect." She whispered to me before opening the door.

"Seonhwa is here." She said, making my presence know. I entered the hall to see the Crown Prince, who was seated in the middle of the hall with someone else by his side, and I knew for a fact that he was not from here.

"Your Highness." I bowed in respect and rose from my position to a seated one.

"I...my...my friend's robe tore. Can you fix it? I...uh...we need it ...today." He spoke in an urgent tone.

Jisung's

I sat in my room alone, trying to come up with a plan that would help me find a way to talk to her alone. After opening the box, I didn't open in years last night... I had to find out if she's really that girl from my childhood. But what would I do then... what if she really was her?

I was lost in my thoughts when my guard Jaemin asked to come in.

"Come in.." I said after abruptly changing my position and sitting at my usual spot.

"You Highness, the King wishes to see you." He said making me furrow my brows.

"Why...?" I said as he cleared his throat.

"Permission to speak informally. " He asked making me nod.

"You may." I said as he quietly closed the door and ran up to where I was seated.

"We have visitors... from China. Their Crown Prince is in attendance as well. Your father is going to ask you to show him around." He said making me widen my eyes.

"China? Crown Prince? Show him around?" I questioned as he nodded as we made our way to where everyone was.

"This is my youngest son, Park Jisung." Father said to the royal family of the Huang dynasty after we were done with the greetings.

"The Crown Prince's stature is like that of Tianlong." Emperor Huang said with a smile as I bowed in respect.

"We hoped for our son to stay here and learn about the cultures and teachings of Baeguk." The Empress Huang said, making me look at their son.

He looks like a dokkaebi.

After talking for a while, me, along with the Crown Prince and our guards, headed out towards the main town.

"So, this little kingdom is going to be yours someday?" The Crown Prince, whose name I learned was Renjun, spoke up, making me look at him and then the view of the kingdom.

"I'd rather prefer it be given to my brother instead." I said in a soft tone, making him look at me before bowing.

"My deepest condolences to you and your family for your loss. Truly, I know how you feel. My elder brother left me far too early as well, so now I suppose us last borns are expected to carry the burdens of the throne on their behalf." Prince Renjun said, making me look towards the main town.

"So, where are you taking us first?" He questioned, making me think internally before deciding.

"The village..." I said as he gave me an unimpressed look.

"That's it? So we're just going to roam around the village until we get bored?" Prince Renjun said, making me nod.

"Well... that's the plan." I said making him sigh.

"I came here to study about Baeguk not walking around the town. Don't you have any historical monuments or festivals? Or any folktales?" He complained and asked when my eyes caught sight of the villagers putting up the lanterns.

"What are they doing?" Prince Renjun asked as I internally face palmed.

The festival!

"Oh... the Lantern Festival is approaching." I told him as bothe the Prince and their guard came close to me with their books and brushes in hand, ready to write.

"Tell us everything." Prince Renjun said making me look towards Jaemin.

"Do you need my assistance, your highness?" Jaemin asked making me nod.

"Yes, please." I said, and Jaemin got to work.

"The whole village is probably busy with the preparations, so we should split up since there are different things happening everywhere." Jaemin said and Prince Renjun raised his hand.

"Then, I'm going with you. Me and Jisung can't possibly pair up and walk together. Who'll protect us? So Chenle, you go with jisung and I'll go with..." He trailed and looked at Jaemin.

"Na Jaemin.." Jaemin said his name with a smile as he bowed at Prince Renjun.

"Jaemin. And we'll meet up in the center of the village before sundown." Prince Renjun said before pulling me to the side.

"Chenle is a strong and loyal guard, but he tends to get distracted once in a while, so don't be hesitant to smack his head." Prince Renjun said making me smile for the first time today.

×××

"So, your Highness... why does your kingdom celebrate the Lantern Festival? I heard you guys celebrate it without fail, every single year." Chenle asked, making me nod.

"We do it to commemorate the deaths of all the mothers and women who were killed with their female born and unborn children. We light lanterns all over the region and the rivers so that they don't get lost." I said as the atmosphere turned grey.

"Why only females?" He questioned as a group of children ran past us, laughing.

"He thought... females were dragging the kingdom down. So he killed all the females and left only the males." I said as Chenle furrowed his brows.

"Who?" He questioned as I turned to look at him.

"My great great great grandfather. " I said making his eyes widen.

"Oh..."

"But he died shortly after the massacre. My great great grandfather became the king and started the festival to commemorate all the lives lost because of his father as a way to apologize for everything that his past predecessors did." I said as he nodded.

"How long is the festival?" He asked making me point to the three magnolias designed on a lantern infront of us.

"Three flowers to symbolize the three horrific days the women and children had to suffer before meeting their end." I said as Chenle nodded and wrote it down.

"You don't really talk much, do you?" Chenle said making me look down.

"Oh... I suppose so." I said, making him chuckle before his head hit a bamboo used to put the lanterns up. While trying not to fall, his foot stepped on his robe, making a tear before he fell.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I helped Chenle up.

"Thank you, your Highness. I'm alright." Chenle said before laughing.

"Oh no, it was my favorite robe." Chenle said and held his robe, looking at the damage. That was when I got an idea.

"I know where we can fix it."

After taking a detour from the village, we were currently riding our horses towards a slightly big plot of land a little far from the village with a big house and 1-2 small houses around an open space where dyed silk was being dried.

"Is this the tailors quaters?" Chenle asked, making me nod.

"There are many tailors in Baeguk, but this specific family business has been making royal robes and attires for my family for generations." I said making him gasp.

"I'm just a soldier from China, I don't think they'll mend my robe." Chenle said as we tied our horses outside the entrance.

"They make and mend clothes for the imperial army as well, and you're with me. They'll do it." I said when a woman came out and bowed after gasping.

"Your Highness! What brings you here at this time?" She asked in shock.

"I need to get a robe mended." I said in a slightly stern tone making her gasp.

"Your Highness! You're the Crown Prince. You didn't have to come all the way here. We could've sent someone to get your robe!" She said making me sigh internally.

When will she stop talking?

"We were walking around, and it tore." I said as she nodded.

"Your Highness, you can hand over the robe to me, and you can come to get it tomorrow morning." She said, making me widen my eyes.

This is not how I planned for it to go...

"Uh...No! We need it done before sundown!" I suddenly exclaimed, making her scared as she flinched and bowed.

"Yes, your Highness!" She said before turning to go get it fixed making me widen my eyes again.

"Wait! I want Seonhwa to fix the robe! In front of me!" I exclaimed, making her comeback.

"Your Highness, Seonhwa is still an apprentice." She said making me clear my throat as I went back to my cold tone.

"She made my robe for the festival. She can fix this as well... now... go and find her." I said sternly as she bower and left. After we were taken to a place to wait I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Prince Jisung, it's fine really. I can wait till tomorrow." Chenle said making me shake my head.

"Call me Jisung, it's fine." I said as he furrowed his brows.

"Anyone could've fixed it. Why did you choose a specific person?" He questioned, making me gulp.

"She's... very skilled. For an apprentice... her work is really good. You said this was your favorite robe, so... better get it done from the best." I said making Chenle gasp.

"Jisung, oh my gosh... I am so touched. You're actually a lot more soft and kind-hearted than I thought you were." He said, making me furrow my brows.

"Oh, actually... me and Renjun were told by a villager that the royal family were merciless and evil. With no care for their people. But they were wrong." Chenle said making me look down at my hand.

"They're... they're right. My father is not an honest and true king... he has no mercy, nor does he have a heart and... I'm just like him." I said, making Chenle shake his head.

"You're not. You're gentle and kind, you are wayy better than your father even though you don't really talk." Chenle said, making me chuckle lightly before sighing.

"But at the end... he will turn me into himself." I said as Chenle patted my shoulder.

"Then don't, it's simple. Don't allow him to turn you into his copy." He said, making me look down and smile a little when the door opened.

"Seonhwa is here." A voice proclaimed, making my breath hitched as she entered gracefully before bowing.

"Your Highness." She said and bowed, making me straighten up.

"I...my...my friend's robe tore. Can you fix it? I...uh...we need it ...today." I said in an urgent tone due to nervousness. As soon as I completed my sentence, Chenle gave her his robe.

I wanted to write more here but it already seemed a lot so wait for the next chapter!

That's it for this chapter 💖✨️

I hope you guys liked it as much as I do! 💖✨️

Chapter 3 can be found here

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allthewriteplaces · 10 months ago

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Magnolia in May ~ Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Summary: Jessie, Lizzie and the kids go and visit Tommy at the hospital and each of the children bring something to help him feel better.

Chapter Warning(s): Mentions of injury (nothing graphic!)

Word Count: 4,196

Chapter Fifteen

We arrived at the hospital by around eleven forty-five, according to the clock just above the entryway. This was similar to the hospital that my aunt was taken to when she gave birth to my cousins, but this one had glass doors that you could see inside. I turned back around to the car and opened the second row door to let the kids out. Lizzie got out of her seat as well, reaching into a compartment and holding what looked like doctors’ masks. All of the hospital staff were required to wear them in order to prevent the transmission of diseases from one patient to another.

“Mum, it makes my face itch.” Charlie didn’t seem to like the way the scratchy material rubbed against his skin. I could understand that. I never liked having to wear them, either. Sometimes my face would even break out into hives, but I would rather suffer the hives than be sick.

“I know, love, but you must keep it on until we reach your father's room. I don't want you or Ruby to get sick with whatever is going around in there," Lizzie told him and then slipping hers on, she took his hand while I held Ruby's. “That being said, don’t touch anything.”

“Mummy, the inside of my mask smells like eggs,” said Ruby, skipping alongside me and clutching onto the drawings, which I just happened to grab before we locked the car doors and started walking.

“Eggs? Must have been from breakfast. Did you remember to brush your teeth afterwards?”

“I think so,” she said.

“I know, it's not the best thing to smell,” I said, “and I made sure to brush at least three times before we left.”

“A tad excessive, don't you think?” Lizzie joked. I saw her eyes crinkle and I playfully rolled mine in response.

“Jessie?”

“Hm?” I turned and looked at her. Our words were slightly muffled, but I could understand her just fine.

“Do you think Daddy will be okay? I couldn't sleep last night, because every time I closed my eyes, I....” She stopped speaking and I could see one of her hands come up and wipe her eyes.

“We'll have to see what the doctor says, but like your mum said, they are taking good care of him, so with any luck, he'll be feeling better in no time. Not to mention when sees us, he'll be really, really happy.”

While holding the pictures that they drew, we walked up the short flight of steps and through the large double doors. They remembered to talk softly since they didn’t want to disturb anyone who might be sleeping. According to the friendly receptionist standing behind the front desk, Thomas was looking a little better than he did the night before.

We were then instructed to follow Clara, one of the nurses who was standing at the end of the corridor while filling in some paperwork and who smiled warmly albeit a little wearily upon seeing us. Her ginger hair was pinned up underneath a nurse’s cap and there were freckles on her cheeks. She was also relatively younger than the other nurses here, perhaps not much older than Katie. My assumption was that she was one of the daughters of the other nurses.

“You must be Ruby and Charlie. Your father has told me all about you. All day he’s been asking ‘Where are Charlie and Ruby?’ and saying he needs to see them and --” she paused and looked over at the two of us -- “Are you Lizzie and Jessie?”

“Yes,” Lizzie said. “Lizzie Stark, and Jessie Bennet.”

She nodded. “Of course. He’s mentioned you both as well.”

“We brought some drawings for him,” Charlie piped up, holding his picture out for Clara to see. Ruby showed her her picture, too and Clara looked at both pictures.

“Oh, isn’t that lovely!” she praised. “I’m sure he’s going to love them! In fact, there is a little gift shop down the hall there. They have some lovely things that you can pick out.”

“I can take the kids there,” I said to Lizzie, moving to the side as a gentleman holding a bouquet of roses came in and politely excused himself. “That way you two can talk alone for a few minutes.”

Lizzie looked back at me with a grateful smile. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Trouble? Not at all. I was actually thinking about popping in earlier.”

“Alright, go and see what you can find for Daddy,” she said.

“Come on, Jessie,” said Charlie, walking in the opposite direction.

“It’s this way, love,” I called back and he froze, turning around, then he made his way over to us, smiling bashfully. “I knew that.”

Ruby looked up at me and shook her head and I responded by shaking mine.

We made it to the gift shop in no time at all. I knew my way around the hospital like I would know my way around my own home. I’d certainly been there enough times, though some things had been moved around and a new wing had been built to make more room for more patients.

“Let me know if you see anything you might like,” I said as we looked up and down the aisles. There wasn’t much in there, most of it was for children, but looking for something that they would want to buy for their father would keep them entertained. Plus I needed some time to emotionally prepare for what I was about to see. Just imagining him laying there, covered in more scars and bruises than he’d left in made me nervous. The panic rose in my stomach, though I tried not to make it too obvious.

“Jessie!” Ruby came running over to us, holding something behind her back.

“Ruby? Are you alright?” I asked, turning around.

“Look! I found a teddy bear that looks like mine.”

“It does look like yours, doesn’t it?” She let me examine the teddy bear a little closer. It did look exactly like hers, but the fur was just a shade darker. I also saw that the ribbon that was tied around the bear’s neck was fraying at the edges.

“Keep him under your arm and we will take him to the counter.”

Charlie was scanning the shelves while tapping his chin and humming.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“Model planes. You know, the kind you can build? I don’t want him to have to lay down in his bed and be bored the whole time he’s in the hospital, so I thought he would like to put one together.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“I’m not sure if they’d sell them at a hospital gift shop, though.”

“Still, it wouldn’t hurt to look around and check, eh?” I didn’t want to squash his hopes, but I could see that after searching and scanning the shelves for them. Soon enough, in a collection of games, his eyes lit up as he plucked the kit off the shelf and carried it with the proudest smile on his face. “See? I told you we would find them.”

Luckily, when we went to purchase the plane and the bear, the employee behind the counter asked if we wanted some ribbon for the bear and asked what colour Ruby wanted.

“I think the ribbon should be red like mine,” she said, holding up her bear.

“I see. You’re in luck! we just stocked up on red ribbons this morning.” She found the ribbon in the drawer and then tied the bow better than I have tied one in all of my years of being a governess and braiding hair. She also gave them some pretty brown paper bags to put their gifts in and some coloured paper.

We met with Clara shortly afterwards and she led us down the corridor.

“Is it true that Daddy has to stay for two weeks?” Ruby asked her.

“It all depends,” she answered. “We patched up his wounds as best we could and we gave him some medicine for the pain, which might explain why he’s a little woozy and might take a moment to respond to you. We’re going to keep an eye on him anyhow and see what happens.”

We stopped at a brown door at the end of the hallway and Clara knocked on it almost noiselessly.

“Your children are here to see you, Mister Shelby.”

A muffled reply could be heard on the other side and after giving him some time to prepare himself, she opened the door softly and the kids went in. They looked nervous at first, and Ruby took a few steps forward.

“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked. All he could do was nod his head and squint his eyes a little. On the bedside table on his left side, there was an oil lamp, a pad of paper and a pen. To the right was a chair, just leaning against the white brick walls. On a wheeled table not far away, there was a pitcher of water along with a glass. At least the curtains were open a little to let in some light or else the room would look dull and uninviting.

They stood in the middle of the room for a moment until he smiled that signature crooked smile and opened up his arms, then they hurried over to him, climbing up onto the bed and sitting next to him. Lizzie went to close the curtains so the light wouldn’t be so harsh in his eyes. I stayed back for a moment to let them catch up with one another, while at the same time, feeling as though my heart were about to shatter into a million little pieces.

He was not the same Thomas Shelby who'd kissed me in the rain a few short days ago, though he shared the same name and I could still see the blue in his irises. He had several bruises and scratches, even his throat looked like it had suffered during the fight, which would explain why he had a notepad beside his bed.

My stomach dropped horribly. I wasn't sure that I wanted him to see me like this, with tears rolling down my cheeks and unable to keep myself from crying right then and there. I didn't want to add to the overwhelming stress that he was already feeling.

“Wait.”

Too late. Before I could take one step out the door, I heard one word escape from his lips in his hoarse voice. I turned around and there he was, holding both of his children in his arms. As our eyes met, he tried to manage a smile, but it was hard to return it. He was dreadfully pale, whiter than the sheets on his bed, there were dark rings underneath his eyes and when I looked closer, I could see that his lips were dry and cracking. Lizzie brought the one chair and then another closer to the bed and sat down. He gestured for the pad and she handed it to him while I crossed the floor and then sat on the chair on the opposite side.

He scribbled something down on the pad. I’d almost forgotten how neat his handwriting was, and even now, he took his time making sure each letter was the perfect shape. He also had to squint, which told me that he was having a hard time focusing on the page.

I missed you all so much.

“We missed you more,” I said. “How are you feeling?”

He squinted again as he wrote his response. Lizzie spotted his glasses on the wheeled table and once she handed them to him, he looked at her, relieved and then was able to write: Like I just got trampled by a herd of elephants.

He smiled tenderly when the kids laughed. Even Lizzie had to smile a little bit. She knew he was in a great amount of pain and was making light of it so they wouldn’t worry. At that moment, I fell in love with him more than I already had.

"Do you wanna see what we drew for you?" Charlie moved from his arms and then held up his drawing. “That’s you, that’s me and Ruby, and Mum and Jessie are over here. All together.”

Ruby revealed her drawing shortly afterwards. “This is mine. That’s you and me having a tea party with my teddy bear. I’m not that good at drawing people, though, so I made us bears.”

You drew these for me?

“Charlie and I wanted to help you feel better, and look! We have presents, too.”

Really?

“Jessie took us down to the gift shop and we got them for you.”

“Here’s the one that I bought you.”

He took out the red tissue paper and when his hand wrapped around the bear, I could see his eyes becoming misty. For a moment, it was as if he was transported back in time, when things were simpler, when he didn't have to watch his back every second of the day.

"Daddy?" Her soft voice seemed to pull him out of his wandering thoughts and back to the now. His gaze swiveled over to her angelic face. "Are you alright?"

Blinking a few more times, he nodded and then wordlessly brought Ruby into a warm hug, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair.

"I remember getting my first teddy bear when I was seven,” I said, mostly to myself, but I was speaking loud enough that the others heard. “I named her Theodosia. If it was a boy teddy, I would have named him Theodore, after the man who invented them, but she was a girl, so in that case the former name seemed more appropriate.”

I never knew you had a Teddy Bear. Do you still have her?

“No, not anymore. I donated her to the orphanage when the other girls at Church teased me for having a teddy bear.” I lowered my head and looked down at my hands, rubbing my thumb against my palm. Thomas frowned and then scribbled:

What does it matter what other people think?

I shrugged. “When you’re a teenager, every little thing you do can be a reason to be teased, but you’re right. It shouldn’t matter. I shouldn’t have let them dictate my life, and I regret giving Theodosia away now because I would have loved to have given it to my children if I ever had any, but at the same time, I am glad that somewhere, another child is looking after her and keeping her safe.”

“Open mine next!” Charlie said, handing the bag over.

Again, he was careful with the bag as he took the tissue paper out and reached his hand in to search for the contents inside. He became slightly confused when he pulled out a single wooden piece. He may have been thinking that Charlie had brought a completely assembled toy plane and someone decided to break it. It took him a moment to actually put all of the pieces together.

“So you can build it while you’re recovering.”

"We didn't think we would be able to find one, but we kept searching, didn't we, Charlie?"

"I wasn't giving up until I found the perfect gift for you. Do you like it?"

Of course I do. He hugged Charlie next and then tilted his head to one side and wrote an additional paragraph: Though I admit, I don't think I'll be able to do it all on my own, so, how about we put it together when I come home?

“Daddy, what happened to your voice? Do you have a sore throat?” She looked closer at the bruises near his throat and then her smile fell and her fingertips brushed them lightly. “Oh.”

“Did the bad guys do that to you?” asked Charlie in a serious voice.

“Yes.” He winced and then placed his fingers on the sore spots on his neck. His speech was limited to one word answers so he wouldn’t strain his vocal cords which were somehow damaged in the altercation. I could tell he had so much to say, but at least for now he had a pad of paper and a pen to communicate to us.

Did you have fun with your cousins?

“Yeah.” Ruby moved further up onto the bed and nuzzled up to him again. “We all had breakfast together, and then after, Jessie and Auntie Esme came outside with us and we played hide and seek and blind man’s bluff.”

“Don’t forget about the picnic lunch,” said Charlie.

“Right! We had sandwiches outside on the blankets.”

“Tired them right out,” said Lizzie.

I bet they tired you out, too.

Thomas couldn’t contain his goofy grin. Even when he was an inch away from death yesterday, he still had that sense of humour. His eyes twinkled as he teased me and so I decided to play along.

“Oh, yeah. Lizzie and I felt like we needed to take a nap afterwards.” I said, turning a little and looking at her all the while he laughed. My stomach dipped when I felt his hand reach for mine. I felt bashful, like I had when we’d kissed in the rain, but I let him hold onto it while the kids continued talking about how much fun they had yesterday, and telling him how much they looked forward to him coming home. “Are you in any pain?”

He pinched his thumb and index finger together as if to say ‘a little bit.’

“But the medication helps?”

He nodded, closing his eyes, his one arm wrapped around the bear. I reached out and brushed some hair out of his face, then kissed his brow. He felt warm, but not feverish, which was good.

After a while, they both sat in chairs near the window, reading from the books that they brought along. We had been here for about an hour, but to me, it only felt like a couple of minutes. Lizzie and I kept his mind off of the pain and of work by telling him about things that happened while the kids were at her place.

“Do you remember when a bat tried to get in the house?” she asked me.

“How could I forget? It was in the middle of the night and I thought I saw something fly over my head and lo and behold, there was a bat on the ceiling.”

“Mummy, remember when it almost flew into my hair?”

Thomas’ brows furrowed into a V and he looked between Lizzie and Ruby.

“Luckily it didn’t,” said Charlie. “Jessie was able to let him outside.”

I nodded. “Not sure how he got there in the first place, but thankfully all we needed to do was open the window and he flew right out.”

“That was after you tried and failed to catch him in a quilt,” Lizzie reminded me.

“In my defense, they are not easy to catch when they don’t stay still. I guess that’s because he was scared and didn’t know if I wanted to hurt him or not.”

Charlie looked up from his book again at Lizzie. “Is it also true that if a bat bites you turn into a vampire?”

“No, they can’t turn you into a vampire. Where did you hear that?”

“Vampire bats,” he answered.

“Oh, well, that’s just what they call them. They drink animal blood but it doesn’t hurt, it’s like a mosquito bite.”

“So it doesn’t hurt?”

“No, not at all.” I assured him. “And they don’t live in England. Someone told me that they live in northern Mexico through Central America, and south into the South American countries of Chile, Argentina and Uruguay.”

“Oh, that’s good then.” He looked relieved, as though he’d been waiting to bring this up for a while now and could now relax. “America is a long way from here.”

“It would take us days to get there,” agreed Ruby. “No! Months!”

“Years!” Charlie stretched out his arms for emphasis.

“I don’t think it would take that long,” said Lizzie. Just then there was a soft knock on the door and when she got a nod in response from Thomas, she said, “Come in” and Clara softly opened the door.

“I’ve been sent to check your vitals, Mister Shelby.”

“Come on, Ruby, Charlie, let’s go outside for a moment and get some fresh air.”

They didn’t have to be told twice, they set their books down and waved to their dad before going out the door once again.

In every story I had read, the ending was always the same: Girl meets boy, boy meets girl, sometimes it's love at first sight, but have to overcome obstacles, like family members disapproving of their relationship, or they come from two very different walks of life and one not thinking themselves worthy of the other. Other times they despise each other right from the get go, they just can't see eye to eye and often quarrel about the silliest of things, but then they realise that they aren't so different after all and they slowly start to come to terms with and admit their feelings for each other. Most of the time, they'll get married and live happily ever after.

These stories often served as a guide, and like many people, I used them to build the blueprint of my own love story, thinking that if I were to ever fall in love with someone, I would want it to be exactly like how it was written on the pages. I wanted to find my Mister Darcy. Someone handsome, smart, kind, funny and most importantly, someone who would love me for who I am and not want to change a single thing about me.

That was how I expected it to be, how it was supposed to go.

But I should’ve known — I do know, just as well as anyone — that things don't always go according to plan. I mean, I did end up meeting the man of my dreams, but I had not planned on falling for the leader of one of the most notorious gangs in all of England who was also my employer. Believe it or not, one of the rules that I'd set for myself was that any relationship between me and an employer would be strictly professional, and if we were to form some sort of friendship, we wouldn’t take it much further. In time, the same rules applied to Mister Shelby, especially knowing that there was a small chance that he and Lizzie would patch things up, or I would find someone else and eventually, once my contract ended, we would part ways as good friends. However, all it took was one look at him on that fateful day in my uncle’s living room and I knew I was doomed. I tried to push it down, ignore it and hope that eventually those feelings would just shrivel away.

It never did.

I wish it were that simple.

Coming to terms with being in love was hard, not because I couldn't accept the fact that I had fallen in love with him, but now that I think about it, I was probably trying to protect him from forming any sort of romantic attachment to me knowing that when my contract eventually ended, I would have to leave him and the children, or that it would affect his already fragile relationship between himself and Lizzie.

Despite what had conspired, Lizzie had been nothing but kind and generous to me, treating me as if I were part of the family and not a mere governess, someone far below her station, or his, and now that it seemed that I had her blessing to strengthen our bond.

“Jessie?”

The touch of his hand drew me back to the present moment. I looked down at the sheets where our fingers were entwined. His thumb smoothed out my knuckles and the motion calmed me. I looked down at our hands, how his hand was much larger than mine, but also gentle. Funny how no matter how many times I looked at him, my gaze always found its way back to his eyes, as though they were the centre point of his whole being.

“Are you….?”

He was making such an effort to make sure I was alright as if I was the one who’d been injured rather than the other way around.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” I said and then realised that poor Clara had been standing there for who knows how long while I was lost in my thoughts. “I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were there.”

“No worries,” she said, dismissing me with a flick of her wrist.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” I said to Thomas, standing up.

“No!”

He reached for my sleeve the second I had risen to my feet. My head turned and I saw that imploring look again. He winced as he forced the words out.

“Stay. With. Me.”

TO BE CONTINUED!

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