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urbanlights123 · 19 days ago

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Best Candles for Your Home at Urban Lights: Elevate Ambiance and Aromatherapy

Candles have long been cherished for creating warmth, mood, and a sense of peace within the confines of a house. Whether one is entertaining or indulging in self-care after a long day, the appropriate candle can completely change the setting of a home. At Urban Lights, we are proud to offer a curated selection of high-quality candles that embody quality craftsmanship and alluring scents. Here's a guide to the best candles for your home, all available at Urban Lights.

1.Scented Candles: A Symphony for the Senses

Scented candles do more than just light up a room; they fill the air with aromas that can evoke emotions, memories, and even improve your mood. Whether you're looking for a relaxing lavender scent to help you unwind or an invigorating citrus blend to brighten your morning, Urban Lights has a candle for every occasion.

Top Picks:

Lavender & Vanilla – A soothing blend of calming lavender and sweet vanilla is perfect for bedrooms or bathrooms, providing a relaxing environment.

Citrus & Bergamot – A zesty, refreshing scent that will invigorate your senses and add a touch of brightness to any living room or office space.

Rose & Peony – A high-class floral scent for the person who likes to smell the sweet romantic and elegant scent of sophistication in the air of his or her house.

2.Soy Candles: Eco-Friendly and Long-Lasting

They can use soy candles; for eco-sensitive consumers, as these candles use natural soybean wax and provide cleaner burning. The candles can also produce little or no soot, burn brighter, and long lasting than conventional paraffin candles. Not to mention these candles are also biodegradable. Top picks:

Cozy Fireside– Imagine the crackling warmth of a fire on a chilly night. This soy candle brings the comforting scent of wood, smoke, and amber to your space.

Sandalwood & Cedarwood – Deep, earthy, and grounding, this scent creates a calming, meditative atmosphere, ideal for the living room or home office.

3. Luxury Candles: Indulge in Elegance

For those who want to elevate their space with something truly luxurious, Urban Lights offers a range of premium candles. With intricate packaging, long-lasting fragrances, and high-quality ingredients, these candles are perfect for special occasions or as a thoughtful gift for someone special.

Top Picks:

Champagne & Vanilla – A glamorous and celebratory fragrance that combines sparkling champagne notes with creamy vanilla. It's a sophisticated addition to any dinner party or evening of relaxation.

Black Orchid & Spice – Rich and opulent, this candle features deep floral and spicy notes, perfect for adding a touch of drama and elegance to your home.

4. Aromatherapy Candles: Calm Your Mind and Body

Aromatherapy candles are designed to promote well-being by incorporating essential oils that help reduce stress, improve focus, and even enhance sleep. Whether you’re meditating, doing yoga, or simply need a little mental clarity, these candles can be a powerful addition to your self-care routine.

Top Picks:

Eucalyptus & Mint– Energizing and refreshing, this candle offers a crisp, clean scent that helps clear your mind and refresh your environment.

Chamomile & Lavender– The perfect combination for relaxation and restful sleep, this fragrance is ideal for the bedroom or bathroom.

Peppermint & Rosemary – An invigorating scent that enhances mental clarity and focus, it is excellent for a home office or study area.

5. Decorative Candles: Adding Style to Any Room

Candles can do much more than simply light up the space. In fact, candles can be wonderful home décor objects. Urban Lights offers a range of decorative candles, which are as great to look at as they are to burn. From minimalist designs to intricate, hand-poured creations, these candles complement any aesthetic.

Best Picks:

Geometric Concrete Candles – These are sleek and modern, and come in all sorts of geometric shapes, ideal for contemporary interiors.

Antique Brass Candles – For a vintage, boho feel, these candles are housed in brass holders that add a touch of old-world charm to any room.

Floral Embossed Candles- These candles feature beautiful floral embossing and are ideal to add a touch of romance and femininity to your space.

6. Unscented Candles: Pure Elegance

Sometimes, a candle is better appreciated for its beauty and glow rather than its scent. Unscented candles offer an elegant, no-frills option that can be used for ambient lighting, creating an atmosphere of calm and serenity without overwhelming the senses. They are perfect for dinner parties, weddings, or simply setting a peaceful mood in any room.

Top Picks:

White Pillar Candles - Timeless and universal, unscented pillar candles are appropriate for any time and occasion-from an intimate dinner date to bath time.

Taper Candles - Slender, elegant taper candles add that certain touch of refinement to your dinner table, mantle, or other special events.

7. Candle Gift Sets: Thoughtful and Beautiful

For a gift to your loved one or a little bit of self-indulgence, candle gift sets are always the right choice. Urban Lights offers different beautifully packaged sets combining different scents and styles for an unforgettable experience.

Top Picks:

The Luxe Collection – A selection of luxury candles in various scents, perfect for treating yourself or gifting to someone special.

The Cozy Retreat Set – With the comforting scents of vanilla, cinnamon, and clove, this set is sure to create a warm and inviting atmosphere perfect for the colder months.

Why Choose Urban Lights for Your Candles?

At Urban Lights, we bring you the finest quality candles to beautify your home's ambiance. From a carefully selected collection of diverse styles, scents, and designs, there is something here for everyone. Whether you want an eco-friendly option, luxury indulgence, or a soothing fragrance to calm your senses, we have it all here at Urban Lights.

Plus, our candles are made with great care using environmentally friendly and non-toxic materials, which mean a cleaner burn and a healthier home. We're not just into beauty and functionality but believe that the best candle can be more than just a source of light-it's the way to brighten up your life, improve your mood, and even transform your home.

So why wait? Explore the best candles for your home today and let Urban Lights illuminate your world with beauty, scent, and style.

Ready to find your perfect candle? Visit urbanlightsnyc.com for our full selection and start creating the ambiance you've always dreamed of.

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heartlilith · 1 year ago

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WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

Book a Reading 🩷

Masterlist 🩷

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springtyme · 1 year ago

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51 ✨ for carmy 🐻

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐀𝐭 𝐀 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ♡

Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you like it 💕

Carmen Berzatto x reader || Carmy playlist || Main masterlist

51: “I can’t live without you.”

The strain of Carmy's new responsibilities at The Beef has taken a toll on your relationship, leaving you worried and questioning your place in his life. And you're scared, but not for the reason Carmy thinks.

Angst (with a happy ending). Hurt/comfort. Mention of what happened to Michael.

word count: 2.1k

You stand in the dimly lit hallway of your apartment, anxiously tapping your foot against the worn floorboards. It’s late, much later than Carmen had told you he would be home. The clock on the wall mocks you with its ticking, each second feeling like an eternity.

Your relationship with Carmen has been strained lately, the weight of his responsibilities after taking over The Beef after Micheal’s death has taken a toll on both of you.

You and Carmen had met in New York, about two years ago, when he had moved into the apartment next to yours. You had not looked for a relationship and neither had Carmen, but it was like fate had kept pushing the two of you together.

It had just started out with a few chance encounters in the hallway or at the local grocery store, with him stumbling slightly over his words as he asked you about your day or offered to carry your groceries.

But it had been a power outage which had left the whole building in darkness that really had brought you together. You had fumbled your way out in the hallway to figure out if it was just your apartment that had lost power or if it was the whole building. And that’s when you had bumped into Carmen, literally. His strong arms had wrapped around you instinctually, preventing you from falling on your ass.

You had candles in your apartment, unlike Carmen so you had invited him in to share the light and wait for the power to be restored. As the hours passed, you two ended up talking and getting to know each other better. It was a simple yet intimate evening, and from that moment on, you felt a connection that you couldn’t ignore and a sweet friendship had blossomed between you.

He didn’t have much time off, literally working at one of the best restaurants in the world, but the moments you did spend together were cherished, and it hadn’t taken long before your connection had grown even stronger, evolving into something more than just friendship and eventually blossoming into a real and deep relationship.

You had not hesitated to say yes to move back to Chicago with him after his brother had passed away.

You never got to meet Michael, Carmen didn’t really speak to him through all the time you dated, you've never fully understood what had happened between them, but you have a feeling that Carmen didn't really knew it either, and he has never really liked talking about his family in general, but you do know that he loved Michael a lot.

You had tried to convince him to go to the funeral, telling him that you would be there for him, but he had kept shooting the idea down. He kept excusing it by saying that he couldn’t, his contract at the French Laundromat hadn’t expired yet, and despite that being true, you had a feeling that going to the funeral would make the loss of his brother feel all the more real, and that was something he wasn’t ready for.

You also had the feeling that he didn’t want to see his mother, at least not in that setting, so you had just decided that you would let him grieve in his own way, and just be there for him in whatever way he needed you to.

It had been the same you had done with his job after all.

You know that he had loved his job in New York, in his own fucked up way. It was a messed up, down right toxic, work environment, and it had hurt to see him come home every night, tired to the bone, both physically and emotionally drained, yet he kept doing it. His ineffable love for the culinary arts that just couldn’t be extinguished kept him going. It is just after you moved to Chicago a month ago that he told you that he would throw up every morning before work.

It crushed you to hear that Carmen was suffering silently, but you understood why he continued to push through. The restaurant industry was demanding and competitive, and Carmen was determined to prove himself. You had hoped that the move to Chicago would bring some relief, a fresh start away from the toxicity of his previous job. However, the weight of his responsibilities at The Beef seemed to have only deepened the strain on your relationship.

You love him, and you want to be there for him, no matter what. But the constant absence and distance have started to make you question where you stand in his life. But most of all you’re just sad that he is sad, or really it's more that you're sad that he is in a situation that should make him sad, it's like he doesn’t even really allow himself to be sad, and that really hurts to watch.

You try to push away those negative thoughts, you try yo remind yourself that Carmen is just going through a difficult time, but that just makes the worried feeling in the pit of your stomach feel even heavier.

As the front door finally creaks open, your heart skips a beat. Carmen steps inside, his weary eyes meeting yours. The exhaustion etched on his face is painfully evident, and your worry intensifies, yet you're just so happy to see him. As he slides off his jacket his white t-shirt comes into view, it’s stained with sauces and his hands bear the marks of countless hours spent in the kitchen, but it’s the weariness in his eyes that tears at your heart.

“Hey,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse from lack of rest. “Why are you still up?

You muster a small smile, trying to hide your concern. “I couldn’t sleep,” you admit softly, stepping closer to him. “I was worried about you. You said you’d be home earlier.”

Carmen sighs heavily, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I know, I’m sorry, it was just... things got really busy tonight.”

You nod, biting your lip to hold back the words that threaten to spill out. You want to scream at him, not from a place of anger, but frustration, to make him understand that his health is more important than any sandwich on the menu. But you also know that he pours everything he got into the restaurant.

“I’m just worried about you, Carmy,” you finally manage to say, your voice tinged with both frustration and concern. “You work yourself to the bone, and it’s taking a toll on you. I can’t bear to see you like this.”

He sighs, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I know, but there is not much I can do about it, okay. I’m sorry for putting you through this. But I can’t just abandon the restaurant. If I don’t fix it Jimmy’s gonna sell it and turn it into a fucking Applebee’s.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you take a step closer to him. “I get that, Carm. I do. But you need to take care of yourself too. It hurts seeing you like this.”

Carmen looks at you, his tired eyes searching your face. There’s a mix of frustration and resignation in his gaze, as if he knows you’re right but doesn’t know how to change the situation. The weight of his responsibilities seems to visibly crush him, and it breaks your heart.

“I know, I know,” Carmen says, his voice tinged with defeat. “But it’s not that simple. The Beef is struggling, and I need to turn it around. I can’t just walk away.”

Your frustration builds, and you can’t help but argue back. “I understand that, Carmy, but you also can’t sacrifice your well-being for the sake of this restaurant. There has to be a way to find a balance, to take care of yourself too.”

“I know I need to take care of myself, and I don’t want to keep putting you through this,” his voice taking on a more frustrating tone, he isn’t yelling, but there’s an edge to it. “But I just... I don’t know how to do that right now, okay”

The tone of his voice makes you pause for a moment, he has never talked to you like that before and you can’t help but slightly flinch. You know that he is just frustrated but it still makes you feel a deep pang of hurt. It’s not that you’re scared or anything, you know that he would never ever hurt you, you’re just sad that it has come to this.

But seeing you flinch clearly affects Carmen, his frustrated expression softening, turning into an expression of guilt and regret instead.

You swallow the lump in your throat and take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure before saying what you need to say. “I love you, Carmen, and I want you to be happy. But I can’t stand by and watch you destroy yourself in the process.” you’re taking a deep breath before continuing, “you’re scaring me.”

Carmen’s gaze meets yours, the expression in his eyes breaking your heart. “I never wanted to scare you. And I-I would never hurt you.”

This makes your heart break even more, yes you had flinched at his tone of voice, but not because you in any way had thought he would physically hurt you, never. The thing you’re scared of is that he’ll end up hurting himself…

You reach out to take Carmen’s hand, wanting to assure him that you understand his intentions, but also wanting to convey the depth of your concern.

“I’m not scared you’ll hurt me, Carm. I know you’d never do that. I’m scared you’ll hurt yourself.” Tears are now streaming down your cheeks, your voice trembling as you’re about to unveil your biggest fear in all of this. “I just don’t want you to end up like Micheal, okay… I was scared that the reason you didn’t come home was because you had blown your brains out on a bridge somewhere.”

Carmen’s eyes widen at your words, a mixture of shock and pain flashing across his face.

He reaches out to gently wipe away your tears, his touch warm and comforting. “I’m not going to end up like Michael,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. “I promise you, I could never do that to you.”

You hold onto his hand tightly, desperately seeking reassurance. “But Carmy, you’re pushing yourself so hard. You’re not taking care of yourself, and it scares me. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t live without you.”

He pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you as if he never wants to let go. “You don’t have to, I promise you.” His voice cracks with emotion, and you can feel his tears dampening your shoulder.

You hold onto him just as tightly, your heart breaking for the pain he’s been carrying alone and you’re just so happy that he is finally letting himself cry.

Carmen pulls away slightly to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m so grateful to have you by my side.”

You smile through your tears, relieved to see him opening up and acknowledging the need for change. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ll find a way to make things work.”

“Yeah, we will,” he nods, before continuing. “I… I actually started going to Al-Anon, I go three times a week.”

You’re taken aback by Carmen’s revelation, but also immensely proud of him for taking this step. You gently squeeze his hand, your love for him growing with each passing moment. “That’s amazing, Carm,” you say softly. “For how long?”

“I started going two weeks ago, I don’t know why I didn’t say anything earlier,” he admits, a hint of shame in his voice. “I guess I just needed to take it in my own tempo.”

You shake your head, wiping away your remaining tears. “It’s okay, Carm, I’m just so glad you’re looking out for yourself.”

Carmen takes a deep breath, his gaze filled with renewed determination. “I really don’t deserve you, thank you for not giving up on me, even when I pushed you away. I love you so much, and I promise I’ll find a way to make this work.”

You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling a sense of hope and unity. “I love you too, Carmy. And yeah, we’ll face this together, one step at a time.”

Thank you for reading! ♡ this is my first time writing for Carmy and I had such a blast writing for him, but I also was a little intimidated by this piece, so please let me know what you thought ♡

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 months ago

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Sweet Dreams

Summary: For you it was just a very intense wet dream, clearly never thinking a candle you bought at an occult store would give you the best orgasm you had ever experienced. For Dave York, cursed to fuck whoever lit said candle, you were a willing virgin waiting for him to take you.

Pairing: Ghost!Dave York x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.5k

Rating: E

Warnings: non con/ dub con (I don't know how to tag this, reader thinks it's a dream, but it's really ghost Dave fucking her), smut (oral sex m+f receiving, unprotected sex), ghost cumplay, dream sex but not really, dirty talk, losing virginity, spooky stuff, candles (do not light candles and then go to bed!)

Shout out @clawdee for the idea with the cursed candle. Otherwise this whole thing would be even weirder lol

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Main Masterlist // Dave York Masterlist

Dave York had been watching you the moment your fingertips touched the candle at the little occult store you had been in.

He still had no idea who the fuck whoever cursed him knew who his next, let’s call them unknowingly willing partner, was, nor did he know how this all started.

One moment he was on top of a tower trying to kill that Fucker Hall, the next moment he found himself in a dark bedroom, his nose filling with the scent of sandalwood and cherry with a fucking hard on from hell with nothing on his mind but sinking into whatever hole was made available to him.

Hell.

Yeah maybe that was who cursed him.

Cursed him that the moment one of that cursed fucking scented candles were about to be lit, his body would become a vessel for all the dirty things those mostly not so innocent minds dreamed up, and he was only able to stop once he fucked his cum so deep inside of them, he became a part of them.

And it was always on fucking Halloween. Maybe it had to do with ghosts being able to walk the earth or some shit like that.

It’s not like he got a training at being a fucking ghost. (You get it? A fucking ghost… anyways)

He remembered the first time he had come back, he remembered the blonde woman he had fucked and he remembered not being able to stop. Like he would died (pun intended) if he did not fuck her in positions he hadn’t even tried out before until he passed out.

It’s like everything he did was controlled by someone or something. He just thought it easier to imagine it was the person who lit the candle who was controlling their little fuck session.

The longer he stayed dead, the better he got at influencing their wet dreams.

He had fucked them all.

Young women, old women, young men, old men, very old men, trans men and women.

Married women with their husbands sleeping next to them while he fucked their wife in ways they would only dream of.

And they were none of the wiser.

When they woke up after he fucked them for hours, after he blew out the candle (which the dad side of him saw as a fucking fire hazard, I mean who lights a candle and then goes to bed?) and went back to wherever he was until someone else lit one of those candles again, they only thought they had a super intense wet dream.

He long gave up on trying to figure out why his dick seemed get hard the moment a fucking candle got lit. Or how it worked. Or who chose who would got one of those candles. By now he was just enjoying the ride. (Or to get ridden, preferably reverse ;-)

I mean, who in their right mind would think a cursed ghost would appear after they bought and lit a sex dream candle at an occult store and fucked them all night?

But you…. He could tell you were special.

You were wearing a long black dress, a pointy black hat, a witch costume he realised, laughing about something the two girls who were with you were saying, reading out the instructions written on the glass of the candle out loudly.

„For hundreds of years the ingredients of this candle have been the same, sandalwood, cherry and some magical extra ingredients that will turn your deepest fantasies into a night full of pleasure,“ she read out loud.

You looked shy, arguing about spending money on a shitty candle just because there’s some silly line written on it.

„Do it for the orgasms,“ your one friend grinned and Dave could see how you were fighting with yourself.

„Imagine you experience such a good wet dream, you think you lost your virginity,“ your other friend whispered, making you slap her arm with a scandalised gasp before all of you giggled.

A virgin.

It had been some time since Dave got to fuck one of those.

Since he didn’t know how long he actually had been doing whatever the fuck he was doing, he only had a vague memory, but he thought it was at least some years ago.

His encounters all blurred together after a while.

He still watched you as you reread the writings on the candle before you brought it to your nose to inhale the scent.

„Fine. I am buying the sex dream candle,“ you sighed with a chuckle and he watched you go up to the counter any pay, his cock twitching.

He stayed back as you left the store, still none of the wiser about what was gonna happen once you chose to light the candle and go to sleep. He only stayed long enough to watch you walk down the street before he disappeared again, waiting for your call.

Which came eventually.

Dave was standing at the feet of your bed, watching you sleep, the candle lit on a dresser not too far away.

He was pleased to find you alone in bed, having thought of all the ways he wanted to have you ever since he had seen you in the store.

While partners sleeping next to his intended partner weren’t a problem, the candle seemingly taking care of doing whatever it was that it was doing also knocking them out, he preferred to be alone in the bed while he fucked his partner.

Letting his fingertips brush over your soft bedsheets, he closed his eyes, his clothes gone when his eyes opened again, his cock hard and already leaking.

He wanted nothing more than to pull your bedsheets away and sink into your virgin pussy, but decided that he wanted to take his time with you.

Ever so slowly he got onto your bed, crawling until he was hovering over your face, his head tilting to the side as he watched you.

He wondered if you would scream if you’d wake up right now. If you would slap him, scratch him, trying to get him off of you.

And deep down Dave knew that you would.

If you would wake up as normal you right now, he would be fucked.

But he knew the only part of your brain that would wake up during the next hours was the part that was absolutely feral and horny and ready to get fucked.

He smirked, leaning down, his nose brushing over your cheek as he inhaled your scent deeply, chuckling to himself when he felt you shiver.

He sat himself up, kneeling above you, your legs between his, pulling at your sheets until the only fabric separating his skin and yours was the buttoned shirt you had on to sleep.

Some buttons had come open, revealing some of your tits to his eyes and he licked his lips before he opened the last few buttons, slipping the fabric open.

„Fucking perfect virgin tits,“ he grinned to himself, his fingers brushing over your already hard nipples. He let his eyes wander, positively delighted to find out you weren’t wearing any panties.

„Dirty girl,“ he hummed before he leaned down to put one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.

He let one of his hands slip between your legs, finding you already wet and dripping. His eyes caught what looked like your vibrator laying abandoned on the bed not to far away from you and he grinned to himself.

You were fucking touching yourself before he got here.

Playing with your pussy while he sucked on your tits he noticed your body reacting to him, one of your hands slipping through his hair with a soft sigh. When he looked up at you, your eyes were still closed but you were smiling.

„Gonna have a taste of this pretty pussy now,“ he said to no one in particular as he slipped down your body. He parted your legs for him, wrapping his arms around your thighs. His cock was fucking throbbing as he licked into you. Moaning at the faint taste of you, this afterlife not letting him have your full taste but just enough to drive him insane.

He played with you, feeling you trying to roll your hips against his mouth, a little sigh escaping your lips. He grinned as he played with your clit, one finger slipping inside of you.

„Wonder why nobody fucked this pussy yet. Is it you or is it them?“ He asked out loud, slipping another finger inside of you as he just looked up at you, your lips parted, your brows furrowed. You were clenching around his fingers and he was about to cum just thinking about fucking you. To be the first cock inside of you.

And you wouldn’t even know it happened.

He angled his fingers inside of you until you jerked against him and he grinned when he felt that spongy spot inside of you.

„You gonna cum for me,“ he hummed before he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling is tongue around it, and he felt the moment you fell apart, your back arching from the mattress, your lips parting in a low moan, your pussy squeezing his fingers like a vice.

„Fucking beautiful,“ he grunted.

He continued to move his fingers inside of you, prolonging your orgasm until he slipped them out, licking them clean. He sat himself up on his knees, his hand wrapping around his cock, pumping it slowly as he watched you.

He got some sick sense of satisfaction out of watching you just lay there, unconscious but willing to be fucked like a dirty whore. And he knew you were willing because he was only doing what you wanted.

Because you were dreaming it.

You were dreaming of getting fucked. He was just a vessel for your little dirty mind.

He hummed, bending down to kiss up your body, his lips closing around one of your nipples, playing with it. He lined himself up, slipping the head of his cock through your wet folds.

Letting go of your nipple with a plop he rested his weight on one arm next to your head, his face hovering over yours, watching you as he slowly pushed his cock into you.

He watched every expression of your face as he filled you, deeper and deeper, your pussy so wet he felt no resistance at all. When you gasped as he pushed through your barrier he grinned, his cock now fully inside of you.

The first cock you ever had.

The one you wouldn’t even remember.

„Not a virgin anymore you little slut,“ he grunted before he began to move. Fucking his cock into you wet pussy over and over again. He was surprised when you tilted your face up to kiss him, your eyes still closed. He hummed against your lips, his tongue parting your lips, kissing you deeply all while pumping into you faster and you moaned against his mouth.

Grinning he parted from your lips, pulling his cock out of you.

With little effort he turned you on your stomach, pulling your ass up so you were on your knees, before he was inside you again. His fingers digging into your hips as he fucked himself into you in hard quick thrusts.

You were so fucking wet you were dripping down his balls.

It wasn’t long before you began to meet his thrusts, now moaning shamelessly into your pillow while still deeply asleep.

He slapped your ass, before he leaned down to wrap his arm around you, pulling you up against his chest. With his hand gripping one of your tits as he kept you flush against his chest he pumped his cock inside of you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin the only noise in the room, apart from your moans.

„You gonna cum for me again,“ he whispered against your ear, feeling your shiver. Smirking his other hand wrapped around your neck, using only a tiny bit of pressure to choke you, your pussy clamping down on him immediately a loud moan escaping your lips as you came, Dave grunting behind of you as he fucked you through your orgasm before he groaned, biting into your shoulder as he came, fucking you full of his cum.

You were both out of breath, panting as he held you up. As soon as he released his grip around you you fell back into your bed and Dave chuckled to himself.

He was still hard.

And he wasn’t finished yet.

He moved to lay down on his side, putting your body against him, his cock entering you from behind.

„I wonder how many positions you wanna be fucked in before we’re finished,“ he hummed against your ear, his hand playing with your clit as he fucked into you.

It was almost time for the sun to come up when he didn’t feel the need to fuck you anymore.

You finally must be running out of ideas. Or you weren’t horny anymore.

No, not that. He could see your pussy still dripping from your shared releases. Of course you wouldn’t know it was his… ghost cum leaking out of you.

In the beginning he questioned if he would be able to impregnate someone like this, but by now he just didn’t care anymore.

He must say, this might have been his favourite encounter yet. He almost lost it when he was fucking your face, finding himself wishing you would open your eyes so he could see your eyes watering as he fucked your throat over and over again.

Who could have known how deeply kinky and horny you little virgin whore were?

He took one last look at you, sweaty and positively wrecked, the mark he sucked into your neck on full display, a soft smile on your kiss swollen lips, before he walked over towards your dresser where the candle was still flickering.

He blew it out, watching the smoke rise into the air, feeling his body get lighter.

When he turned around, already feeling his body slip into nothingness he was surprised to find your eyes opened and looking at him.

You were awake.

That had never happened before. He usually was gone before they woke up.

But before he could process what was happening or hear you scream he was gone.

Waiting for next Halloween when someone would light a seemingly innocent scented sex dream candle they bought at a witchy store, that would summon him to fuck them senseless.

#my fic #Dave York #Dave York x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #ghosts #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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rafesbabygirlx · 3 months ago

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Drew's 30th

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Drew Starkey x GF!Reader x GF’s BSF

Summary: Drew’s 30th birthday marks a milestone and you have the perfect gift for him.

A/N: I alluded to this in my first part. This idea came to me first but I thought a sweeter story for his birthday would be more fun. But I still wanted to write this.

Warnings: smuuuuutttttt (threesome, oral m&f receiving, p in v)

For the past five years, you’d always organized grand celebrations. His 30th birthday was unforgettable, with a *special* gift that left Drew infatuated for days.

Drew’s 30th birthday was fast approaching, and you had everything prepared. You were in New York, surrounded by friends, family, and even some of the OBX cast, all ready to celebrate. After four years together, you’d made a tradition of planning his birthdays—each one packed with good times, plenty of food, drinks, and a DJ. This year, you’d rented out the stunning restaurant right below your hotel. Its beauty set the perfect scene, and best of all, there was no closing time to worry about.

Setting up with your friend Selah, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. You had a favor to ask her, one you weren’t sure how she’d take. You’d been close with Selah for as long as you could remember, sharing countless "firsts" together, including a practice kiss that you both still laughed about. You’d always been open about your lives with each other, so you pulled her aside, took a deep breath, and asked if she’d be interested in joining you and Drew in a threesome—just for his birthday. You explained that it would be for Drew’s enjoyment, with the two of you focusing on each other. Selah agreed without hesitation, and her excitement only added to your own. Feeling bolder, you dashed out to a nearby lingerie store to pick out something special for you and Selah to wear.

Although Drew had never hinted at wanting to bring someone else into the bedroom, you knew he’d always been happy with just the two of you. This wasn’t about fulfilling any hidden desire of his; it was about surprising him, showing him just how much fun you could bring into his life.

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The party wound down around 2 a.m. After Drew blew out his candles, you leaned close and whispered, “The party isn’t ending here,” giving him a mischievous smile. “Meet me upstairs in 30 minutes.” He smiled back, and after a quick round of goodbyes, he stepped outside to have a smoke with a few friends. You and Selah made your way upstairs and slipped into the outfits you’d picked out, rearranging the armchairs to face each other at the end of the bed. Asking Selah to wait in the other room for the moment, you took a deep breath. You wanted to make sure Drew was fully comfortable with this before bringing her in—it was still his birthday, after all.

You knew you’d chosen the perfect man when, right on cue, Drew returned to the room exactly 30 minutes later. His punctuality was unexpectedly thrilling. Seated in one of the armchairs, you watched as he entered, trying to keep his cool, though you caught the faint gasp that escaped him when he saw you. You’d picked out a sheer, nude lingerie set, trimmed with dark green details that complemented your skin. He approached, hands instinctively reaching for you. “Uh-uh,” you teased, stopping him with a smile. “I need you to sit there first.” Drew let his head drop for a second but obliged, settling into the chair opposite you.

“I want to ask you something,” you continued. “We have an amazing time together, right? We love each other, and we’re happy with our relationship?” You paused, making sure he was following. “Because I want to do something special for you, but only if you’re comfortable with it.” Drew’s face softened as he listened, nodding. “Yes, baby. A million times yes. What did you have in mind?”

In response, you stood and left briefly, returning with Selah, who wore a stunning purple lingerie set. “This,” you said, gesturing to the two of you. “The three of us.” Drew’s eyes widened in surprise, a look of disbelief flickering over his face. For a moment, you worried he might be upset, that you’d misjudged the night. But before your mind could wander too far, he said, “I could be down.” Relief washed over you, and you went on to explain, “She knows the boundaries—no touching you, only me. Same goes for you.”Drew chuckled, a quiet, familiar sound. “You didn’t need to clarify that part. I only ever want my hands on you.” You stepped closer, leaning down to kiss him, savoring the warmth and softness of his lips.

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Moving back to your chair, Selah knelt in front of you. Drew barely seemed to notice her; his focus was completely on you. His eyes never left you, watching as you shifted down and Selah’s fingers moved your panties aside. Her tongue traced a slow line, and you felt a shiver course through you as Drew adjusted himself in his chair, clearly entranced by the scene unfolding before him. Selah didn’t stop, her movements gentle but steady, building your pleasure until you finally reached your climax. Lifting your head, you locked eyes with Drew, a smile mirroring his.

Selah rose and moved to the bed, following a gesture from you. You walked over to Drew, kneeling in front of him as he brushed a hand over your cheek. You kissed him, deepening it instantly, letting him feel your excitement. As you worked to unbutton his shirt, he helped shrug it off before you reached for his belt, pulling it free and sliding down his pants. With a glint in your eye, you wet your palm and wrapped it around him, stroking his length before letting your mouth explore, tasting and savoring every reaction he gave in return. You continued, moving rhythmically, taking him in deeper with each pass. Drew’s breathing grew heavier, his hands gripping the chair as he let out a deep, throaty grunt. With a final surge, he released, and warmth flowed down your throat. You swallowed, meeting his gaze as a satisfied smile crept onto his face, reflecting the intensity of the moment you had both shared.

You pull Drew up, lips never parting from his as you guide him to the bed. Falling back onto the mattress, he settles between your legs, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. His hands trace a slow, heated path over your body, pressing firmly, savoring every inch. He leans down, his lips trailing from your neck to your collarbone, hands cupping and squeezing your breasts. Gradually, he moves lower, until he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed. His fingers graze over your folds through the lace, teasing until he finally slides them aside and begins tracing slow circles around your entrance.

With a smirk, he dips two fingers in, coating them before pressing into you, making you gasp and arch at the feeling. His fingers find that perfect spot, curving just right, as he drops his head to your clit, sucking gently, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You motion to Selah, inviting her to straddle your face, and as she shifts into place, you catch Drew letting out a low chuckle of disbelief. Turning your focus to Selah, you begin with gentle kisses on her clit, your hands steady on her hips. She braces herself by gripping the headboard, and with a smile, you slide a finger inside her, mirroring the rhythm Drew is setting on you. Your own pleasure builds, but you focus on her, adding another finger to deepen her experience, quickening the pace to bring her closer to release. You feel yourself reaching the edge as well, your legs trembling with Drew’s steady rhythm. Finally, you climax on his fingers, feeling Selah shudder and release onto yours in perfect sync.

Selah moves off you, and you wipe your mouth, catching your breath before sitting up to meet Drew again.”I love you, he whispers.” Pulling him up from his kneeling position, he moves between your legs. “I love you too, Drewbug,” you whisper back.” He begins teasing you by sliding his length along your slick folds, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm as he flicks your clit. After a few tantalizing moments, he finally pushes in, filling you completely and beginning a steady, intense pace. The sound of his wet thrusts fills the room as you pull Selah onto you again, positioning her to face Drew. Your mouth moves to her clit, and she moans softly, her hand drifting down to rub circles over yours, intensifying every sensation. Together, you build an electrifying feeling, each movement bringing you closer, the three of you tangled in pleasure.

Drew’s breathing grows heavier, his thrusts turning messy, and you know he’s close. Above you, Selah trembles as she rubs faster circles on your clit, making you grip her thighs a little harder. None of you slows, each lost in the rhythm of the moment. Selah reaches her peak first, her body shuddering, followed by you, wave after wave crashing over you, and then Drew, groaning deeply as he finally lets go.

Selah collapses on one side, Drew on the other, and the three of you lie there, staring up at the ceiling, bodies tangled and breaths heavy. After a moment, Selah catches her breath, playfully thanking you for the lingerie before deciding to head back to her room and leave you two alone. You share a quick kiss with her and mouth a quiet “thank you” before turning back to Drew.

He pulls you into his arms, still speechless, mouth open as if trying to find the words. You can’t help but giggle at his astonished expression. “Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper with a smile. Finally, he grins, closing his mouth as he cups the back of your head and leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

#drew starkey #drew x reader #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey outer banks #threes0me #smut #my works ✨

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eupheme · 26 days ago

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PPCU - 2024 FIC RECS

a rec list to share and support all the gorgeous fics I read this year. please check these out and support these writers, they are all incredible! 💖

COMANDANTE VERACRUX X READER

— the bet by @/flightlessangelwings

DAVE YORK X READER

— sweet dreams by @toomanystoriessolittletime

For you it was just a very intense wet dream, clearly never thinking a candle you bought at an occult store would give you the best orgasm you had ever experienced. For Dave York, cursed to fuck whoever lit said candle, you were a willing virgin waiting for him to take you.

DIETER BRAVO X READER

— i'll try anything once by @murder-wife

When you make a joke to your boyfriend about pegging him, he takes you up on it

FRANKIE MORALES X READER

— do me yourself by @/jolapeno

a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

— seasons of you by @kedsandtubesocks

your first winter in the valley brings in a frosty breeze & a push towards a certain blacksmith

— wet 'n wild by @/jolapeno

“This what you wanted?” His breath fans across your cheek, your neck—teeth all but gliding over your hammering pulse. “You just wanted me to touch you, querida?”

JACK DANIELS X READER

—trussed up by @wannab-urs

The stress of being a Statesman Agent, especially one in charge of the entire New York operation, gets to Jack sometimes. When he needs release, he comes to you.

JAVIER PEÑA X READER

— bite me nicely by @jolapeno

Javier Peña, a guilt-ridden vampire, struggles with the growing intimacy between him and Bones, the woman who willingly offers her blood to keep him alive.

JOEL MILLER X READER

— a happy man by @/psychedelic-ink

when your friend sets you up on a blind date, you had no idea how impactful it would be.

— anywhere but here by @pedgito

A poor damsel in distress, saved by the most unlikely of man.

— as it was by @/psychedelic-ink

you decide to host a New Year’s party and when Joel shows up soaked to the bone thanks to the rain, you lead him to the bathroom to dry him up.

— could i have this kiss forever? by @flightlessangelwings

— don't move, honey by @jolapeno

joel doesn’t want you to move or touch until he comes back to bed.

— eleven stitches by @/almostfoxglove

After Joel comes back from patrol injured, he wakes up restrained to a bed in Jackson's clinic where you've been tasked with patching him up.

— flowering by @tinycozycomfort

Always itching to be blamed for something, just so he can try and redeem himself; some kind of penance has sunk its teeth into the soft belly of his desire, staking its hold.

— first love in the late spring air by @moonlight-prose

in the late spring air with summer setting like the sun, life with joel suddenly becomes clear.

— get you alone by @5oh5

joel wants you, but you aren't his to have.

— half asleep, half awake by @morning-star-joy

Every time Joel Miller realizes he loves you. Every time he wants to tell you, and the time he does.

— handyman by @/mrsmando

it’s the worst time of the month for you, and you’re in pain. joel hates to see it, and will do whatever he can to make you feel better.

— him. he. joel. by @/jolapeno

you don't know his name. he doesn't know yours. yet.

— hiraeth by @honeyedmiller

the most invigorating and intoxicating drug you’ve had in your life is completely forbidden… and then there’s weed.

— his sweet secret by @ozarkthedog

joel fucks you over the kitchen sink.

— how do you sleep? @thriftedtchotchkes

joel's always there to comfort you with his words and a warm bed after a nightmare, but tonight, you need a little more

— is it that sweet? by @joelscruff

you probably shouldn't let some random middle aged man on the beach take nude photos of you, right? right?

— it’s different in the sun, in the day by @/jolapeno

— juno by @lotusbxtch

Your honeymoon with Joel is off to a bang.

— knuckles deep by @/ozarkthedog

joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

— mornings like these by @pedrospatch

There’s a reason you’re always late to morning patrol. That reason’s name is Joel Miller.

— night breeze by @hier--soir

joel comes home to find you sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes.

— no one can hurt you now by @guiltyasdave

You’ve been traveling through the country with Joel and Ellie. After finally arriving in the safety of Jackson, you realize how much Joel means to you.

— pretty baby by @mrsmando

working as a nanny for joel miller is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

— phonophilia by @ozarkthedog

Joel Miller loves how responsive you are.

— put your sweet lips on my lips by @/thetriumphantpanda

He won’t ever kiss you, those are the rules, but you fall in love with him anyway.

— real love, baby by @/honeyedmiller

joel has a bad day at work, but seeing you dancing in the kitchen makes it all better.

— red light by @kiwisbell

The men you keep bringing home are no good for you. It's up to your landlord Joel to protect you from heartbreak.

— ripe by @/hier--soir

a night out with old friends helps you and joel realise what’s been missing in your relationship.

— road trip by @elflutter

car sex with joel on the way home from a weekend trip ;)

— say yes to heaven by @/psychedelic-ink

joel finally allows you to pamper him.

— seasons of you by @kedsandtubesocks

it’s your very first spring living in the valley & you’re very sure Joel Miller already wants you to leave

— so much goddamn talkin’ by @stargirlfics

Sometimes Joel has to quiet the noise in your head. Luckily he’s quite good at that.

— sundown by @bageldaddy

you're used to being alone. that changes when joel moves into the trailer across from yours.

— sweet days of summer by @ozarkthedog

you and joel sneak away for a quick fuck during a family outing.

— sweet release by @/cavillscurls

the aftermath of finishing without joel’s permission.

— take care of you by @theidiotwhowritesthings

You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

— that pretty girlfriend by @psychedelic-ink

When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

— the checklist by @thetriumphantpanda

Your new boyfriend Joel finds your hidden stash of porn, full of pages with their corners folded over, marking the things you like the most. Expecting him to feel bad about finding things you’re into, things you haven’t asked for from him, you’re surprised when he offers to help you tick them off.

— the duke's illicit affair by @hellishjoel

You want to tame the wild stallion that is ‘the Duke’, Joel Miller. Even if you have to lose your virtue in the process.

— the last day by @elflutter

It was the morning of his thirty-sixth birthday the last time he saw you.

— the older one by @frannyzooey

Best friends with younger one, you’ve known the Miller brothers since forever — you’ve wanted the older one for just as long.

— the way he was by @/cavillscurls

a recollection of joel miller and the man he was for you.

— trouble by @/mrsmando

joel miller hasn’t seen you for years, and what a goddamn surprise you turn out to be.

— you all the way down by @covetyou

You have a rare moment of privacy, a chance to luxuriate in bringing yourself closer and closer to a peak you’ve been teasing yourself with for hours…. Until a knock at your door snatches it all away.

— walking through fire by @macfrog

you’re neck-deep in a bout of seasonal depression. your boyfriend suggests an autumnal walk.

— what happens here, stays here by @fettuccin-e

— when his eyes open by @/jolapeno

joel wakes and admires you and the morning.

— wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls

Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

JOEL MILLER X READER X TESS SERVOPOULOS

— between two lungs by @/ozarkthedog

you join Joel and Tess mid fuck.

— july by @psychedelic-ink

you’re new to town and tess invites you to go camping with her and joel.

— three's a party by @/studioghibelli

joel knows you, his pretty little girlfriend, has always harbored sexual feelings for tess. he can’t help but oblige you on your birthday.

JOEL MILLER X TESS SERVOPOULOS

— wish you were here... by @always-andromeda

Joel mourns a life he wishes he could've had.

MARCUS ACACIUS X READER

— broken vows by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

When Acacius receives word that he is to be sent to the arena, he must decide where his true loyalties lie.

— prima nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Tomorrow, you will marry your husband-to-be. But tonight - it belongs to his father.

MARCUS PIKE X READER

— give and take by @agentmarcuspike

marcus asks you for something he's wanted for some time...

MAXWELL LORD X READER

— stiff by @idolatrybarbie

Blackjack has the best odds of winning in any casino game. All you have to do is beat the dealer. Still, the notion doesn’t comfort Maxwell Lord. He likes to be certain. He likes to win.

MAX PHILLIPS X READER

— the prettiest by @almostfoxglove

After a restructuring at the company, Max finds himself dead—this time for good—and haunting his old duplex. Lucky for him, you move in. Now he'll do anything it takes to have you.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

#joel miller x reader #javier pena x reader #maxwell lord x reader #max philips x reader #marcus acacias x reader #jack daniels x reader #frankie morales x reader #please support these creators!#jess reads #2024 fave fics #fic recs

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hard-core-super-star · 1 year ago

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you can see it with the lights out [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: enduring a storm and a subsequent power outage with kate bishop by your side might not be the worst thing in the world.

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff; storm + power outage = kate bishop being an adorable dork; very light mentions of anxiety and small insecurities

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: i had so many other things to write but i really wanted to do some good old-fashioned fluff. i'm always so tempted to turn my kate fics into angst or hurt/comfort or smut so this was a nice change of pace. although you could argue this isn't just fluff but shhh. i just think golden retriever gf kate is the best kate <3 [and i would 100% cry if someone did something cute and dorky like this for me]

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Storms and power outages have become synonymous with life in New York for you. Any time the sky fills with those dark clouds, you know to go stock up on candles and blankets since the power will most likely go out in your apartment.

You’re not sure if it’s a safety precaution or if the power lines around your building always end up getting damaged, you just know the routine you’ve come to adopt over the years.

A routine that’s never included Kate Bishop until now.

You’ve been dating the brunette archer for a few months and she’s somehow become the one constant in your life that you didn’t know you needed but have grown to adore.

Whether it’s randomly showing up at your apartment with a bag of takeout or staying on the phone with you until you fall asleep, Kate always does her best to be there for you and provide the support she knows you’re still too shy to ask for.

She thinks it’s cute that you still get tongue-tied around her despite how much of a dork she truly is when she’s with you. You, on the other hand, think she’s a jerk for pulling that damn smirk onto her face and making you flustered every chance she gets.

So maybe you’re a little head over heels in love with Kate and maybe she’s a little too proud of herself for that, despite the fact that neither of you have spoken your true feelings out loud yet, but the two of you make a perfect pair. A pair that’s only rivaled by power outages and your apartment building.

There had been a heavy rain warning for the past few days but it wasn’t until this morning that the sky filled up with borderline black clouds. Clouds that told you your power wouldn’t be on for much longer.

You had accepted your fate, gone on a brisk walk to the nearest grocery store, and shot your girlfriend an apologetic text about having to postpone your picnic date. The brunette had left you on seen but you didn’t think anything of it since Kate’s attention span can sometimes be shorter than Lucky’s, which is saying something.

Most of the day flies by in a blur of reading and watching your comfort show while listening to the heavy rain falling against your windows. It’s not until you hear a knock on your front door that your normal routine is interrupted.

“Kate?” Your eyes widen as you open the door and come face to face with your rain-soaked girlfriend. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I hated that we had to cancel our date so I decided to bring the date to you!” She proudly holds up a takeout bag not-so-carefully stuffed inside a light brown picnic basket. “I wanted to cook something but you can imagine how well that went.”

There’s something about the way she’s looking at you with that sparkle in her eyes and a huge smile on her face that makes you tear up a little. There’s nothing incredibly extravagant about her actions but the feelings behind every one of her choices makes your heart flutter in your chest in a way you’ve never felt before.

Kate doesn’t need any words to tell you how much she truly adores you. And it’s something you never thought you would find, much less with someone like her.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” She asks, her head slightly tilted to the side.

You can’t form a single sound but your girlfriend doesn’t need your help to know what to do. She steps forward in an instant, gently dropping the picnic basket on the ground before pulling you into her embrace and kicking the door closed behind her.

The fabric of her soft purple hoodie is completely soaked but you don’t mind one bit. You just wrap your arms around her waist and let the feeling of her body against yours drown out everything else.

Including the tiny voice in the back of your mind that reminds you your apartment is a complete mess that’s probably a few minutes away from being submerged in total darkness.

Kate might be a New Yorker through and through but she’s had a different life than you. One that’s been filled with the nicest things money can buy. Such as an apartment that can actually withstand a storm.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, unable to keep your thoughts to yourself while your head rests against her shoulder.

“Why are you apologizing?”

You shrug but Kate doesn’t accept silence as an answer. She doesn’t rush you, though, she just trails her fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to reassure you that she’s with you.

It’s unusual for her to actually be patient for once yet she puts all her focus on waiting for you to tell her about all the worries she knows linger in the depths of your mind. She’s gotten incredibly good at reading your nonverbal cues by now.

“I don’t know,” you finally say. “I just feel like you…deserve more than this.”

She can’t back a quiet chuckle, one that comforts you in ways you can’t describe. “More than a cozy night in with my gorgeous girlfriend?”

“You know what I mean,” you whisper, leaning back a little so you can look at her again.

“Mmm, nope. I really don’t.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to argue back even though she can practically hear the words gathering on your lips. Instead, she leans in to kiss you and successfully distracts your mind from all the small insecurities that linger inside.

The lights go out right when she pulls away from your lips.

The sound of your groan is swallowed up by Kate’s laugh. The excitement you hear is more than enough to change your attitude about the current situation even if you’re a little confused about her reaction.

“What’s got you so giddy?” You question the brunette.

She doesn’t answer you immediately but you can see the telltale signs of her coming up with a, probably ridiculous, idea. Her hands leave your body as she picks up the picnic basket once again, that smirk you’ve come to love adorning her face. “Can I interest you in a romantic candlelit dinner?”

You smile despite yourself. “Only if you promise to wash the dishes afterwards.”

“Way to ruin the mood, babe.”

All you can do is laugh while she pulls you toward the kitchen, both of you stumbling around like idiots due to the darkness that consumes the apartment.

It’s not until a few hours later when the two of you are cuddled up underneath your fluffiest blankets that she gathers the courage to ask you about your earlier reaction.

Your head rests comfortably on her chest, her fingers drawing random patterns on your side, as the question leaves her lips. “Baby? What got you so emotional when you saw me at the door? Did I do something?”

Her concern serves to soothe you and make you nervous at the same time. You debate coming up with a stupid response instead of telling her the truth and laying your feelings on the line. Ultimately, you decide to take the jump, somehow knowing Kate will be right there to catch you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Katie,” you respond, loving the way she pulls you closer once the nickname leaves your lips. “You just always know what to do. How to make me feel better, how to make me feel…loved.”

You feel the way her breath catches at your words and you can already tell you’ll never grow tired of it. She’s silent for a long while but you don’t mind. Where there once was anxiety and uncertainty, now there’s only safety and love.

She shifts around after a few seconds, placing your head on the pillow instead of her chest before she turns onto her side so you’re face-to-face. The tiniest of slivers of moonlight shines through your bedroom window and offers you enough light to see the expression of pure love that covers the archer’s face.

There are no words but her eyes say it all. Even in the silence and with the lights out, you can see it.

And you’re sure there’s no better feeling than this…until she finally speaks the words out loud.

“I do love you, y/n. A lot. Like almost as much as my bow, or Lucky, or-”

You lean in to kiss her before she can keep rambling. You feel her smile against your lips as her arm goes around your waist again, pulling you impossibly closer to her warm body.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you just said you love your dog and your bow more than me,” you tease her. “I love you too, Katie.”

A content sigh leaves her as you lean your head against her chest once again, her chin resting on top of your head while she holds you in her protective embrace. “I love you more though.”

You just smile in response, letting her have her way for now, and allow your eyes to slip shut. The storm and the blackout are the last things on your mind while you rest in your girlfriend's arms.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 1 year ago

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My Sweetheart: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Part 1

It's been two days since you've basically taken a ghost back home with you. Said ghost named Dot who was attached to the sweetheart bracelet you bought. In the few days since discovering her, you've discovered that she can be pretty powerful. She'll open doors, knock things over, stuff to grab your attention. While she does have a lot of energy, communicating with you can take a lot out of her sometimes. Now it's day three and you're at your computer with a pen and paper beside you to see if she can give you the name of this Jamie person.

You watch as the pen moves a bit but doesn't lift. You're sure she's trying her best, but it kind of frustrates you. You want to help Dot so she can move on and so that you can get back to living your regular life, completely alone without your newfound ghost roommate.

Ways to talk to ghosts

You type the words into google and click on the first link you see: ouija board, a spiritual medium, pendulums, rods, voice recorder, or a spirit box.

Out of all the options, you felt like the ouija board would be the best bet to communicate with Dot. So later that day you go to your local Target and purchase a ouija board, because, yes, they do sell those there. The board being considered as a game.

Later that night, after you've had dinner, you sit in your living room. You have the ouiji board set on your coffee table. The lights are off in the room except for a few candles you lit. You place the sweetheart bracelet beside the board, hoping it'll bring as much of Dot's energy as possible. Beside that, is a pad and paper for you to jot notes

You take the planchette, sliding it over to HELLO.

You take a deep breath, "Dot, are you here?"

With your fingers lightly touching the planchette, they slide towards YES on their own.

"Alright. What is your full name?"

You watch at the device slides over each letter to spell out D-O-L-O-R-E-S-M-I-L-L-A-R-D.

"Dolores Millard. Okay. Nice to meet you, Dolores. But I'm assuming you prefer Dot?"

YES, she says as it slides to the upper left of the board.

"Alright, Dot. Who is this Jamie you want me to look for him? Why do you want me to look for him?"

J-A-M-E-S-B-A-R-N-E-S

"James Barnes? Uuuhh, is there anything else you can give me? Does he have a middle name? It'll make things easier to looking him up."

B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N.

"James Buchanan Barnes. Alright. Give me a second," you pull out your phone and type in James Buchanan Barnes as well as 1940s.

You went through a list of men, Dot either telling you YES or NO. Then it hit you, "Wait. Hold on."

You type in BUCKY BARNES to google and tap on a picture captured of him and Sam Wilson, "Is this your Jamie? Is Bucky Barnes your Jamie?"

YES.

"...well shit!"

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Bucky didn't expect things to go this way. He didn't think he'd find himself working beside Captain America again. However, he did find it therapeutic in a way. Sure, he still went to therapy, just not with Dr. Raynor anymore, but this was a different kind of therapeutic. This was him doing good, to make up for all the bad he's done as the Winter Soldier.

The newly renovated Avengers Compound in upstate New York was where Bucky stayed a majority of his time. He still had his place in Brooklyn when he needed to get away from Sam and the newbies, but, for the most part, this was where he can be found.

"Uh, hey, Mister Barnes?"

Bucky looks away from the tv to see Kamala looking at him confused, "What is it, kid?" He asks the young Avenger.

"So there's this lady in the main lobby asking for you. She said it's important?"

"Define important."

Kamala shrugs, "I don't know. Something about a bracelet and a lady named Dot."

Bucky's brows raise in interest, "Dot?"

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Bucky?"

"Bring up the CCTV footage of the lobby?"

"Got it," a holoscreen appears and you're seen sitting in a waiting area. Your leg is bouncing, your fingers are tapping on your lap.

"Is she someone you know?" Kamala asks.

Bucky shakes his head, "Nope, but she's mentioned someone that from my past. So I guess I'm gonna talk to her."

Kamala excitedly asks, "Need backup?!"

He chuckles at her eagerness. Even after working with Carol and Monica, Kamala is always wanting to jump in to help, "I think I'll be okay. You can watch the live footage if you want, just in case."

"OKAY!" Kamala plops herself onto the couch where Bucky previously sat and watched the holoscreen eagerly.

It takes a few minutes for Bucky to get to the lobby. The new Avengers Compound is much bigger now after Thanos destroyed the first one.

His brows furrow as he thinks about Dot. It's been literal decades since he's seen her. He knows she's long passed away after looking her and several other of his loved ones up on the internet. She ended up marrying another guy, had a few kids, and a few grandkids. She died about a decade ago.

When Bucky entered the lobby, you spotted him immediately. One of the security guards rushed to stop you, but Bucky held his hand up, "It's okay."

He then looks at you, "Do I know you?"

You shake your head, "No, sorry, um...can we go somewhere private?"

It's Bucky's turn to shake his head, "Sorry. Since I don't necessarily if you're a threat or not, this is the best we can do."

"Alright," you sigh and pull up your sleeve to reveal a bracelet, "Does this look familiar to you?"

Bucky looks down at your wrist and gestures, "May I?" You slip it off and place it into his metal hand. He looks at it and suddenly remembers, "Dot. I gave this to her before I was shipped out for the war."

"Right. Okay, so, um...do you believe in ghosts, Mr. Barnes?"

He snorts, "Call me Bucky, and, I mean, I've fought aliens, super soldiers, died and came back a few times now, so, sure, I guess ghosts are real. Why?"

"Soooo it seems that Dot's spirit is still connected to this...realm...? Anyway, she's attached to this bracelet and her spirit asked me to find you. I think, maybe, for some closure?"

"Is Dot here now?" Bucky asks, a bit, weirded out by this whole thing.

You shrug, "I don't know. I can't see her."

"Then how'd you communicate with her?"

"She wrote on my steamed up mirror the first time and then it's been primarily through ouija board."

"Those things actually work?"

"Seems so. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you helped me give her spirit closure so I can start living a normal life again, sans my new ghost roommate."

Bucky snorts. You're very interesting. It seems you're also very determined and a little desperate to solve this Dot situation out. Bucky's not busy. Sam's away on his own mission, so that leaves Bucky to some free time.

"Yeah. Sure, I guess I'll help."

"Thank you!" you fist bump the air, "Should we start now?"

"What exactly should we do first?"

You slip off your tote bag that you've been carrying and pull out the ouija board you've been using, "We can make contact with Dot?"

"You're...efficient," you shrug and Bucky chuckles, "Yeah. Sure. Okay. Um, we need to get you clearance first so, uh, come with me." You follow him to the desk and watch as he discusses your clearance badge to one of the security. You never thought buying a pretty vintage bracelet from an antique store would lead you to meeting an Avenger.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #f!reader #female!reader

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gallawitchxx · 4 months ago

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weekly tag wednesday 🤘🏼

i was tagged by @mybrainismelted @energievie @deedala @crossmydna @blue-disco-lights

@gardenerian @sgtmickeyslaughter @heymrspatel @wehangout to play! look at all of these chickens!!! i have the most gorgeous pals 🖤🖤 thank you pals 🥺

name: bee 🐝

location: cali ☀️

did you collect anything as a child? movie tickets! i kept every movie ticket from childhood until college (or whenever it all became digital). i kept them in a little orange tupperware thing on my bookshelf & i'm sure that's now in a box in my parent's garage. there were hundreds, i was such a big movie-goer 🎫

do you collect anything now? after i moved to new york, i started saving every playbill of show i would see. i kept them in a box that i moved around from apartment to apartment. the last place before we moved had building construction that led to a mouse infestation & i literally opened the box to find mice had made a home of it. over a decade of deeply important memories, performances & shows, just gone. anyway, i also have a lot of tarot decks, crystals & books. what is a library, if not a collection? 🙃

what random piece of office equipment do you have a weird attachment to? i really don't know... my computer? i should get more office equipment! 🗑

stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. right arm - dog 🐾 left arm - pillow, phone, book 🛋

do you drive? if so, have you ever crashed? i do & sort of. when i was 17 or 18 i ran my dad's car into a gate in a college parking lot lmaoooo. he was so pissed 😤

you’ve been given $1000 but you can only spend it at one store. which store do you choose? bookshop.org 📚

what is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? i make the first move & then act like it's already been decided. we're friends 💫

whats your go-to flavor for cough drops? original ricola! gimme! 🏔

what does your latest text message from someone else say? "same - one day of fasting won't clear me, but it shows genuine effort" - my wife to our friends about yom kippur hahahAHAHAHA 🥯

what are your preferred pizza toppings? pepperoni & black olives 🍕

tagging @catgrassplantdad @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @iansfreckles

@jrooc @badassfetish @thisdivorce @geonbaeeee & @creepkinginc if you wanna play! if not, this is me lighting a fall candle & putting on the kettle for us 🍁 ☕️ 🕯

#i really grieved those playbills!!!!#this was a fun one!#thanks pals :)#can't wait to catch up on everyone's answers & kinktober today!!#weekly tag wednesday #tagged

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lizstory · 2 years ago

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Movie night

Ethan Landry x fem reader

Summary- a movie night was a must during the fall season

word count- 600

You looked out your dorm window. It was fall in New York, meaning the leaves changed, the weather was colder, and the rain was your favourite. You sat on your bed, staring outside the window, the rain lightly falling onto the glass. You had a candle on and a book in front of you. Classes ended early, so you just wanted to enjoy the weather from the comfort of your room.

You heard the door open. Your roommate wouldn't be back till next week. She was visiting family, so it was no other than your boyfriend.

"You look peaceful" Ethan leaned against the doorframe.

You smiled, "it's peaceful outside."

He walked over to sit next to you on your bed, kissing gently on your cheek. "Let's watch a movie tonight?" he asked.

Your eyes practically sparkled at his suggestion. "Can we bake our snack"

Ethan wanted to say no. He just wanted to buy the snacks and relax with you. But your smile, your eyes, it was all too much to say no. "of course," he leaned in, kissing your lips. He couldn't complain too much. Watching you bake always gave him butterflies.

You get up from your bed, go to your closet, and grab a hoodie. Slipping it on, you felt Ethan's eyes roam your body.

"That's my hoodie, isn't it?" he questioned

"No," you quickly said, then dashed out of your room and slipped on your shoes.

Ethan rolled his eyes and followed his girlfriend. They both walked over to a nearby store. He carried the basket as you grabbed all the ingredients you needed. You both reached the candy aisle. Ethan's smile grew. He had a big sweet tooth. He roamed off, grabbing his favorite candy and yours. You grabbed the chocolate chips and went to pay.

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You entered your dorm again, taking your shoes off before entering the kitchen. Ethan took his jacket off. He walked into your room, knowing you'd have a pair of his sweatpants. You tended to steal all his clothes so he was positive he could change. You set out all the ingredients and started making the dough.

Ethan walked up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. "Chocolate chips cookies?" he asked.

You nodded your head. His face buried itself in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses. You couldn't let but giggle at the sensation. You grabbed the cookie tray and began to form the dough into balls.

"Help me?" you smiled at him.

Ethan could never say no to you. You were just too perfect. He wanted to do anything that would make you happy. "Of course"

The cookies were in the oven, and the snacks were on the coffee table. You grabbed the candle in your room and placed it on the kitchen table. You scrolled through the movies you had, trying to pick one out. Stopping at Hocus pocus, you beamed at Ethan, biting your lower lip, trying to hold back laughter.

"Go ahead, let's watch it," he agreed.

You leaned in, kissing his lips. Pulling away, you placed your forehead onto his "You're too good to me."

He held you close, his hands resting on your hips. He was just so in love with you. Nothing in the world mattered when you two were together.

The oven beeped, indicating the cookies were done. You grabbed a towel and took them out. Impatient about letting them cool off, you just put them on a plate and went over to the couch. Ethan had grabbed a blanket and the controller. You sat down next to him, moving in close to him. He moved his arm around your shoulder. You snuggled up against him.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing your head.

You looked up at him, softly kissing his lips. "I love you," you whispered into his lips.

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 ethan #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #scream fanfic #scream franchise #x reader #x y/n #scream 6 x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #scream 6 imagines #x reader insert

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acesgarden · 1 month ago

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A/N i sleep

LEONARDO and you go Christmas shopping together.

The mall was packed, but all a glow: Christmas lights, trees, wreaths, lights, little setups all around. With festive music from above all adding to this whimsical carefree atmosphere, for the most part. Because when Christmas comes to town, so does the Christmas shopping stress. Lucky for you though, you already got all yours done. Leaving time for some fun browsing. Tagging along, was Leo, how? you may ask? A gift: a cloaking brooch. They were all given one and earlier christmas. A gift for what all they had gone through during the Kraang incident.

Well, it was useful for when the boys wanted to go out and do more adventurous, longer outings like right now. Well except Leo decided against the use of his cloaking brooch today. Which was his choice and his alone to decide.

Surprisingly, and thankfully, most of the world just ignored them as they went about. I guess it would be fair that most of New York City is desensitized to mutants by now.

They stopped at various stores, like a candy store. They spent a good thirty minutes there, looking at all the candies and sweets, even the weirder concoctions that people come up with. Eventually leaving both each with a bag of candies, would’ve been more but there’s still a ton of shops left to look at.

Like a toy store, as they each got distracted by their own various interests, Leo by all the Jupiter Jim merchandise while [Name] was by all their merchandise of choice. Laughing when they saw each other again, Leo cracked a joke or two and [Name] cracked one right back.

Then there were the clothing stores, random miscellaneous ones, a jewelry store, even a book store you dragged him to look at with you. Winding down, [Name] realized they were a bit hungry, Leo’s stomach grumbled two and they both headed to the food court, scouting out the options and cuisine for the best ones. In the end settling for pizza, but hey they aren’t complaining! It was nice and warm and perfectly cheesy and pulled nicely. Not too much grease to it either. [Name] sat there savoring it and it’s delicious taste.

“Where should we go next?” Leo questioned, taking another bite of his second slice.

“Oo oo! Santa's village! I’d love to see what they did with it this year!” And that’s exactly where they went next. It was like entering a whole other world, there were few buildings but it was nice, they were even handing out free hot cocoa. But of course, they couldn’t come here without seeing Santa, even just a momentary glimpse.

[Name] encouraged Leo to go first, as this would be his first time they assumed. It was kinda hilarious to see a humanoid reptile sit on a Santa actor's leg and ask for Jupiter Jim merch among other things Leo probably mentioned. Then he came back triumphantly and seemingly more confident than before.

“Did it go well?” asked [Name].

“Oh it did..” Leo started rambling about what he said to Santa and asked for. [Name] just sat there and listened.

A couple of more stores ended up catching their eyes, agreeing to splint eats for now to look at the stores separately.

The Miniso was the same as usual, white walls that made the colors of the products stand out more, it drew [Name] and compelled them to look. Everything was so cute, the stationary, plushies, blind boxes. they couldn’t help but rummage around through the merchandise. Primarily it was all Sanrio but there remained other brands too. In the end [Name] left with only some new pens, and a smile in tow.

Bath & Body works to look at all the scents and pick up any last minute gifts or stocking stuffers too. By the time they were done sniffing candles, soaps, perfumes and body sprays, [Name] was all scented out. Securing the last of what they needed and now ready to leave the mall with the joyous atmosphere.

Meeting back up with Leo at where they last split off. [Name] showed off what they picked out for everyone. Leo nodded, a smile crept up his face.

“Oh before I forget, I have two surprises for you.” They grew curious as to what Leo’s surprises were.

The first one he pulled from his pocket., a piece of mistletoe that dangled over them. Seconds later they were pulled into a kiss.

“And my second present, here it is..” The next came from a box, it was a necklace [Name] had been eyeing earlier. She reached around to hug him, then turned ed to give space to put it on, and once securely locked away they pulled Leo into a second kiss.

#✎ᝰ.ace.txt #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 1 year ago

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Baby I wasn’t there

Five to seven - Chapter two

Warnings: see this post before reading

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"Mother what exactly did you buy?" Alastor asked, as he took her items out of her bag. It was later now, almost dusk.

" Just some of the necessities." She said, before Alastor frowned upon seeing the bowls.

"Again mother?" He asked, before Helen frowned.

"Alastor I cant keep up like this. You know I must do this." Helen pleaded, before Alastor took them in, looking over its details. They were wooden, in the bottom of the inside of the bowl was a hand.

"Mother, you need to stop. He isn't coming back." Alastor said, before Helen grew quiet. Alastor frowned, knowing that his mother was hurting.

" I know.." She said, before Alastor walked around the dining room, leaving to the kitchen.

" I'll make you tea." He said as he left. Helen sat in silence, staring around the room. In the middle was a large dining table. On the walls were paintings Alastor had sent her during his time in New York. She smiled upon the memories. Then, a bag caught her eye. The thank you bag.

Helen reached forward and opened the bag, dumping the contents into her lap. She sorted through them one by one. Healing supplies, twine, a book, a small candle, and a card. It was black, with white writing etched into it. It had the address of the store, with Y/n's name on it. It was a tarot card. Turning it over, Helen saw the five of cups staring back at her. She gasped, throwing the card away from her before standing from her seat, letting everything fall to the floor.

"Mother are you alright?" Alastor asked rushing in. She looked panicked. Alastor stared before Helen looked to the card. Alastor picked it up before he stared at her.

"What is it? This is good." Alastor said, before Helen's eyes widened.

"Good? The five of cups? Good?" Helen asked, before Alastor stared confused.

"Mother it isn't five it's seven." Alastor said showing her the card. But it wasn't. Not to her.

" Put it down. We're burning it." She said, before he frowned. She was shaken, he didn't like this.

" Mother your tea is almost down. Sit down, relax, and dont scare yourself." Alastor said to Helen, before she nodded. What kind of power did this woman have? She wasn't from around here, and making a move to open a store like that in a town like this? She was crazy, but not stupid. The last time someone had tried to do something like this they had gone out of business thanks to all the protesters and white men in the area. Just then, Alastor had came back into the dining room holding a steaming cup of tea. Helen could only stare at the card as Alastor placed the cup down in front of her.

"Should I go back?" Helen asked, before Alastor frowned, not liking the effect this had on her.

"I'm not sure." Alastor said, as Helen lifted the cup to her lips, taking a sip. " If you think it will help, then I suppose you could go back." Alastor said, standing as he picked the card up. " I think this is for a reading." He said, as he tapped the card. Helen nodded taking in his words, processing them.

" Did you feel it?" Helen asked, before Alastor nodded.

" Yes I did. It might be too much for you, but she seems a little light to me." Alastor said with a grin. Helen stood silent, knowing her son could handle more than she could now.

" Why don't I go?" Alastor asked, before Helen snapped her head at him. Before she could protest, Alastor put a finger up, shushing her. " Before you argue, I am perfectly capable to handling myself. Besides, I wouldn't be alone." He said, gesturing to his shadow, which danced happily at his request. Helen sighed before feeling herself grow tired, sipping more of her tea.

" Still, we don't know-"

"Yes, we don't know anything about her!" Alastor said smiling, before turning in a circle as his shadow danced on the wall. " But that makes it all the more exciting!" Alastor said, before disappearing into the kitchen.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

September 26th, 1918

Three days ago my shop was featured in the quaters paper. That very same day, we got around twenty seven customers, all before dusk had taken over. Our first shopper of the day was a woman named Helen. She seemed to have some other motive, one I'm not sure if I'm willing to figure out or not. Our second was an older man, who just wanted to buy some sage for his wife. He said she had been terribly ill, so we gave him some herbs to see if it had helped her. Today he came in saying she was feeling better, and bought more herbs from us. It felt pleasant to see a smile on his face. Then we had two men come in, buying a few bowls and one bought a mask. We got a young girl later on after that, buying some red wax with twine and a bowl, some crystals as well. She asked us what the easiest way to cast a love spell was. I told her only the weak use that. She also tried stealing a book. Little did she know she left more than just the stolen book.

Two days ago we had a radio installed into the store, just near the counter, to keep Maxine occupied. She liked listening to the men talk on the stations, some of them going on about boring politics and money while some just sweet talked the listeners. It was then I found out Helen's son, Alastor, had his own booth. Maxine had been fawning over his voice, being one of the few who loved to sweet talk as if his life depended on it. It made me want to rip my spine out.

Yesterday we had our first complaint. A christian women, from the riverside. She had heard about our shop, word to mouth, and came to the store saying she would pray for us. I simply told her she was in the wrong place for that, and stepping inside our store made her just as much of a sinner as the ones working for me. She didn't like that, but I let her go with a thank you bag, complementary for giving us 'feedback.' I also sent a spirit with her, to taunt her for wasting a quater of my life.

Today, I start my readings. The customers that came back with their tarot cards requested to have a reading, and one by one, they all left either shaken up or completely at ease. It was almost midday when Maxine had rushed behind my curtain to bother me.

"He's here, Y/n oh my god he's here!" Maxine whispered to me as I began to sort through my deck. I rolled my eyes, fixing my necklace as she walked in circles.

" Who exactly are you speaking of?" I asked, before Maxine smiled widely before she poked her head out of the curtain, before shutting it abruptly again.

"Alastor!" She whispered happily, before she looked out the curtain again and then shutting it.

"He's looking around." Maxine said excitedly.

"Well he's clearly looking for something. Get out there and do your job." I say quickly, before Maxine nods and goes back to the counter. The curtains are thick, but hang just an inch off the floor. From my spot in my own room, I can hear the entire conversation.

"Hello there, c-can I help you with something?" Maxine asks, she seems nervous. His footsteps get louder, assuming he's walking towards her now.

"Yes you may." He said, before silence follows after.

"Oh, I see. Well, I don't exactly know what our policy is regarding this. Maybe you should just speak to Y/n herself." Maxine says, before I hear her footsteps coming towards the curtain. I stand and before she can say anything I speak first.

"It's about the card isn't it?" I asked, stepping through the curtain and past Maxine. I'm right, of course. The card I sent with his mother sits on the counter, the seven of cups staring right back at him.

"Precisely!" He says, as chipper as ever. Today, he's in an all brown suit, almost tan, with a white undershirt and brown tie to match. His suit is perfect, not a thread or wrinkle in sight.

"I see. Follow me." I say, stepping to the side to let him behind the counter. I take the card off the counter as we walk back, pushing past the curtain. In the room, there's a circular table, with a black cloth over it. Chalk, a bowl, twine and some incense, as well as my deck. There are five chairs around the table, and I take my usual seat, near most of my items.

"If your here to take the reading from your mother, I'm sorry to tell you these cards don't work that way." I say, as Alastor sits across from me. I pick up the incense and pinch the end, lighting it and burning some off to wave it around the both of us, cleansing the area.

"I had a feeling. I wanted to ask some questions, if you didn't mind." Alastor said grinning. I didn't respond, only nodding as I began to set everything up. I place the bowl on the side, in between the both of us, before pulling a dime from my pocket and placing it in the bowl. Then, I take the walk and stand, drawing a circle on the ground and around the table. Alastor watches as I do all of this, silent.

"He'll need to go." I say, before Alastor stares at me confused. I walk over to one of my shelves, seeing as their all around the room, and grab a bottle of salt and other herbs. "Unless you want him to be washed away by the end of this." I say, and Alastor's smile tightens, almost painful, as his shadow disappears. I create a ring of herbs around us, before I take my seat and wrap twine around both of my hands, tieing a knot on each one, before shuffling through my deck.

"Why does my mother see the five of cups, but I see seven?" Alastor asks, picking up the card and turning it. Then his eyes widen. "Where did the writing go?" He asks, staring at me. I look up at him for a brief moment before going back to shuffling my deck.

"The writing disappears once the card is returned back to it's sender." I say, before setting the cards out smoothly. "Now, shall we get started?"

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin demon #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor

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talkwith-kvrthvmmel · 1 year ago

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Can someone explain to the great city of New York that deodorant exists in stores for a reason, and it isn't against the law to use? The city itself isn't a bed of roses, believe me — I know, I live here! But the amount of stench gives McKinley High's boy locker room a run for its money these days, my god.

I hope everyone out there on the wide-world-web is having a fresher smelling day than I have! Already planning on decompressing when I get home with a bubble bath and candles to scrub the city summer smell off my skin.

And while we're at it: suggestions on how to make the apartment cooler? Are window units worth it?

#twgstarts #glee rp #Kurt Hummel rp #[ open starter ; Kurt speaks ]

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nhlclover · 1 year ago

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you're nineteen! sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia celebrates her nineteenth birthday

✭ — warnings: just mutual pining

✭ — a/n: sweetheart behaviour

✭ — word count: 0.86k

“Happy Birthday!”

“Surprise!”

“You’re nineteen!”

When Sofia stepped into the kitchen, she was greeted with a myriad of cheers and birthday wishes. In the middle of an island was a chocolate cake adorned with several candles. “You guys!” Sofia gushed.

She stepped over, blowing out the candles. The boys cheered, each coming over to individually wish Sofia a happy birthday.

“Did you plan this?” Sofia asked Luca as he came over.

“Maybe…” Luca said. He wrapped an arm around his baby sister's shoulder, bringing her in for a hug.

“Hey Sof, want a slice?” Tyler asked, cutting into the cake.

“Did you guys make it?” Sofia asked. The boys shook their heads, with Mark telling her it was store-bought. “Then sure!”

Tyler handed her a plate and fork, sending her into the living room where they had ESPN on the TV, the preshow for the Columbus game showing. Adam, her twin brother, was currently warming up for his game against the New York Rangers.

Sofia had called Adam earlier in the afternoon, wishing her twin a happy birthday. This was the first birthday that the Fantilli twins had spent apart. It was a little hard for Sofia to be away from Adam this time of year, but Luca and the rest of the team were doing a great job making it a little easier.

Once all the others got a slice, they joined Sofia in the living room.

Once the game started, the room filled with shouting every time Adam touched the puck, with discourse about both teams arising.

The entire time, Rutger couldn’t help but sneak glances at Sofia. Every time the puck was on Adam’s stick, she was sat up, heavily focused on the screen. Whenever one of the boys made a joke, her smile would light up the room.

Sitting in Rutgers’ bag by the front door was Sofias’ birthday present. His gift to her was an antique copy of Little Women he had picked up from a used bookstore. He had been thinking of a good gift to get her for a while and when he passed by the shop and ventured in, finding the book, he knew it was the perfect gift.

The only thing to do now was to find the right moment to give her the gift. It felt weird to give her the book in front of all the boys, especially in front of Luca. Suddenly the night was coming to an end and Rutger still hadn’t given her the gift.

“Alright Sof, get back safely.” Luca said, pulling his sister in for a goodbye hug.

“Thanks, Luc. I had a lot of fun tonight.” She replied. Sofia shouted out to the rest of the boys. “Goodbye, everyone!”

“Bye Sofia!” They all shouted.

Once Sofia had left, Luca rejoined the boys in the kitchen as they cleaned and talked about Adams’ game. Rutger knew this was the last chance he would get to gift the book to her on her birthday. Rutger slipped out of the kitchen, pulling on a pair of trainers he isn’t sure are his but still running out the front door. Sofia had just reached the end of the walkway when Rutger called out to her.

“Sof!” He called.

She spun around, her hands shoved into the pockets of her oversized leather jacket. Rutger halted when he was a couple of feet from her. “Hey, wassup Rut?” Sofia asked.

“I uh… I just…” Rutger stammered, trying to catch his breath. “Happy birthday.”

Sofia chuckled. “Thanks, Rut.”

Rutger laughed at his own words. “I know I told you that already but I wanted to tell you again. But, uh… I got you something.”

Rutger handed Sofia the wrapped gift, scanning her confused face. “You got me a gift?” She asked.

“Well… yeah.” He said.

“Aw, you didn’t have to.” She said.

He simply shook his head. “Of course I did, friends get each other gifts on their birthdays, that’s how it works.”

Sofia ripped open the wrapping paper, pulling out the book inside. She scanned the cover, her eyes softening and jaw-dropping as she realized what the book was exactly.

“Rutger…” She gasped quietly. “You didn’t.”

Rutger just shrugged, watching as she opened the book, flipping through the pages. “Where did you even get this?” Sofia asked.

“I was out driving the other day and drove past this bookstore. I just decided to pop in and saw this on one of the shelves.” He explained.

“I can’t… I don’t have enough words. Thank you, Rutger.” Sofia said.

Sofia reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms found her waist, pulling her close. They stayed there for a few seconds, holding the hug for a few more seconds — a bit longer than the normal three-second hugging rule. The scent of her perfume, one Rutger had gotten familiar with as they spent more and more time together, washed over him.

Finally, Sofia unwrapped her arms from around him, Rutger clearing his throat. “Uhm, I hope you like the book. And I hope you had a good birthday.”

“Thank you, again.” Sofia said. “I’ll uh… I’ll see you in class.”

Sofia turned, walking down the sidewalk and off towards her dorm. Rutger sighed, letting out a loud groan.

#sparks fly au!#sofia x rutger #rutger mcgroarty

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