#deepening your faith journey

[mikeh8089]

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[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card:Whats Next in your Love Life? Pick a Guitarist

Left to Right Top Row- Pile 1->Pile 2 Left to Right Bottom Row- Pile 3-> Pile 4

[Bonus: Keanu Reeves Gifs for each pile]

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Pile 1: The Lovers, The Magician, The Star

Drawing The Lovers suggests that aligning yourself with the energy of love is crucial. This card signifies not only romantic love but also harmony and balance within yourself. It's essential to cultivate self-love and embrace your own worth. By loving and respecting yourself, you naturally attract similar energy from others. The Lovers also hint at making a significant choice in love, suggesting that being clear about what you want in a partner and relationship can draw the right person into your life.

The Magician card indicates that you have the power and resources within you to attract love. This card is a reminder that you can create your reality through focused intention and action. Utilize your skills, talents, and personal power to manifest the love you desire. The Star, as the final card in this pile, offers hope and reassurance. It suggests that by staying optimistic and keeping faith in the process, you can attract a fulfilling and beautiful love into your life. Healing past wounds and maintaining a positive outlook will set the stage for new romantic opportunities.

The Adventurous Partner

Loves Travel and Exploration: Always ready for the next adventure, whether it's a weekend road trip or an international journey.

Spontaneous: Enjoys making last-minute plans and trying new activities.

Outgoing and Sociable: Thrives in social settings and enjoys meeting new people.

Active Lifestyle: Prefers outdoor activities and physical challenges, such as hiking, biking, or water sports.

Optimistic and Open-minded: Approaches life with a positive attitude and a willingness to embrace new experiences.

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Pile 2: The Empress, Two of Cups, Ace of Pentacles

The Empress card represents abundance, beauty, and nurturing energy. To attract love, embody the qualities of the Empress by nurturing yourself and others, and by creating a warm and inviting environment. This card encourages you to tap into your feminine energy, regardless of gender, and to focus on self-care and personal growth. The Empress also suggests that you might find love through activities that involve creativity, nature, or caregiving.

The Two of Cups signifies the possibility of a new romantic connection or deepening an existing relationship. It is a card of partnership and mutual attraction. By being open to connections and putting yourself in situations where you can meet new people, you increase your chances of encountering someone special. The Ace of Pentacles indicates a new beginning in the material realm, suggesting that practical steps towards building a secure and stable life can attract love. This could mean focusing on career or financial goals, creating a solid foundation for a future relationship.

The Intellectual Partner

Highly Educated: Values learning and often engaged in intellectual pursuits.

Curious and Inquisitive: Always eager to explore new ideas and deepen their understanding of various topics.

Excellent Communicator: Enjoys deep conversations and can articulate their thoughts clearly and thoughtfully.

Ambitious and Goal-Oriented: Driven to achieve their professional and personal goals.

Thoughtful and Analytical: Makes decisions based on careful consideration and analysis.

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Pile 3: The Hermit, Queen of Cups, Knight of Pentacles

The Hermit card suggests that attracting love into your life might require a period of introspection and solitude. This time alone is meant for self-discovery and understanding what you truly want and need in a relationship. By gaining clarity about your desires and values, you can attract a partner who aligns with your true self. The Hermit encourages you to be patient and trust that the right person will come when you are ready.

The Queen of Cups represents emotional depth, intuition, and compassion. Embracing these qualities within yourself can help you attract a partner who appreciates and reciprocates them. This card encourages you to be open to expressing your feelings and to nurture your emotional well-being. The Knight of Pentacles emphasizes the importance of patience and consistency. Attracting love might require steady, deliberate effort, such as gradually building a friendship that can evolve into something more. Focus on creating a stable and dependable environment that will naturally draw a like-minded partner to you.

The Nurturing Partner

Empathetic and Compassionate: Highly sensitive to the feelings of others and always ready to offer support and comfort.

Family-Oriented: Values close relationships with family and friends and prioritizes these connections.

Patient and Understanding: Exhibits great patience and a deep understanding of human emotions and behaviors.

Loyal and Reliable: Extremely dependable and trustworthy, always there when you need them.

Gentle and Kind: Treats everyone with kindness and respect, creating a warm and loving environment.

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Pile 4: The Fool, Page of Cups, Ten of Pentacles

The Fool card suggests that attracting love into your life might involve taking a leap of faith and being open to new experiences. Embrace spontaneity and be willing to step out of your comfort zone. This card encourages you to approach love with a sense of adventure and a fresh perspective. By being open-minded and willing to take risks, you can attract exciting and unexpected romantic opportunities.

The Page of Cups represents new beginnings in love and emotional openness. It encourages you to be playful, creative, and receptive to the messages your heart is sending you. By embracing a youthful and optimistic attitude towards love, you can attract positive and heartwarming connections. The Ten of Pentacles indicates that focusing on long-term stability and building a strong foundation can help you attract love. This card suggests that envisioning a future filled with abundance, security, and family can draw a partner who shares these values. Creating a vision for your ideal relationship and working towards it can manifest the love you seek.

The Creative Partner

Artistic and Imaginative: Possesses a strong creative streak, whether in the arts, music, writing, or other creative fields.

Passionate and Expressive: Lives life with passion and isn’t afraid to show their emotions and express themselves.

Innovative Thinker: Comes up with unique and unconventional solutions to problems.

Appreciates Beauty: Has a keen eye for beauty in the world, from nature to art and design.

Open-Minded and Flexible: Welcomes different perspectives and adapts easily to change.

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[ivesambrose]

August 2024 Mini Messages 💛

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Like that Taylor Swift song right?

I intend that everyone has a good month regardless of the astrological weather.

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You'll be diving in deep into your subconscious this month even if it means wanting to isolate from people and places for a while. Suddenly everything seems So over the top', right? And nothing and no one is phasing you anymore. This month is the first page of a big journey you're about to take so if you don't have a journal already I'd highly recommend you start logging down certain things for the purpose of accountability, gratitude, planning, manifestion, learning as well as progress. I'm letting you know, whatever you're about to do for yourself will make you stand out and you might feel a certain responsibility upon yourself as you end up inspiring others as well. You may be a person with more independent way of thinking and doing things so it'll feel strange when you end up becoming someone who leads by example. You might find yourself breaking out from a restricted environment, mindset or lifestyle. It is likely your financial situation improves as well. You might feel a bit eccentric this month with your ideas and thrist for knowledge and experiences that shape you as a person.

You might just block out the things that don't serve you and fixate on what you want deliberately. You're too engrossed in your own world and your own untouched potential to consider anything else that is eating up too much of your valuable focus. You have decided to become a version of yourself that you have chained up for long and you will become it.

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Your entire focus and drive has shifted to your career and public image. You've decided that even if you have to go at it alone, you will gO at it alone. But this month you'l likely learn that you aren't as by yourself as you thought you have been. Be mindful of doing anything impulsive or taking on more than you can chew or over exerting your body. Some of you may also find a healthy outlet for the emotions you have been putting a lid on. You might make new friends or deepen your relationship with existing ones. There will be moments of joy and celebration too when you least expect it. Deep down you have this inner knowing that things will go smoothly or will work out if you simply have just a teeny tiny bit more faith in yourself. You might be making travel plans too that will likely take off in September. You will also be building up your confidence this month and might also be learning a new skill, taking up a hobby or language. Thing is, you will be forced to take a pause in between or simply slow down and when that happens you might wonder okay how long is this going to take? Or you might assume your progress has halted which is far from the truth, you're in for a sweet victory consider it a reward for your persistence and your mindset.

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There's a need to go off the radar and keep certain things private to the public eye. You might feel uncomfortable and untrusting towards a lot of people maybe you're right too, some of them aren't as reliable and don't really have your best wishes at hand. You might also consider investing in something privately for yourself for future use or you might get a return on an investment you had made. A lot of you may have been dealing with resentment, grief or some kind of fear, maybe past actions of someone towards you or how you had been with them. However. you'll find clarity and make peace in regards to what you're going through. You'll overcome something that has been hovering over you like a dark cloud for months. Some of you might also be manifesting love or end up manifesting a connection that earlier felt impossible to have in your life. You may also consider making business plans this month that you will likely launch by the end of the year. You may also consider cutting chords and might feel a sense of guilt doing so, but you'll feel much lighter and you'll find love and wealth and overall mental peace flowing into your life much easier. All the weight you've been carrying is itself begging you to let go of it, it no longer has anything to serve in your life.

[kyujism]

THIS ONES FOR YOU! huh yunjin x reader

synopsis: yunjin is a basket player she always tries to win your heart by winning shots. Time, and time again she attempts yet fails what happeneds after she nails the shot?

Yunjin was always a passionate player on the basketball team, always giving her all during each game! Among the cheers and dribbles, she would often shout, "This one's for you, Y/N!" However, despite her determination and power, she had been struggling to find success on the court. Constantly missing.

Y/N, a fellow student who secretly admired Yunjin's dedication, blushed every time she heard her name being called during the games. Y/N's heart fluttered with each failed attempt, feeling a mix of sympathy and admiration for Yunjin's unwavering spirit. It was cute seeing Yunjin try so hard yet fail everytime. She was a loser at heart, and thats what was so admirable about her.

One fateful game, as the crowd roared and the scoreboard ticked down, Yunjin found herself in a defining moment. With the ball in her hands, she glanced towards Y/N, who was nervously watching from the stands. Y/n expected Yunjin to miss as always. Summoning all her strength and focus, Yunjin made a spectacular shot, scoring the winning point.

The gymnasium erupted into cheers, but Yunjin's eyes were fixed on Y/N, who was beaming with joy and pride. After the game, Yunjin couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing her towards Y/N. Heart pounding, she approached Y/N with a smile on her face.

As they began to talk, their friendship grew stronger with each passing word. They discovered shared interests, dreams, and aspirations. Their conversations were filled with laughter, vulnerability, and a growing understanding of one another. It was evident that something special was blossoming between them.

With time, their feelings for each other deepened, and the desire to be together became undeniable. Yunjin and Y/N decided to take a leap of faith and embark on a romantic journey together. Their love flourished, bringing them happiness, support, and a sense of belonging they had never experienced before.

[fairilia]

Chapter 1 | Unlikely Allies ⛓️🌹

Pairing: Mafia!San x fem!reader

Genre: Mafia AU, enemies to lovers, angst, romance

Warning: fem bodied reader, swearing, light smut in future chapters so mdni

Meeting Choi San for the first time.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦

The bustling streets of Seoul were a world unto themselves, filled with life and energy. Y/N moved through the crowded headquarters of the National Intelligence Service (NIS), the weight of the nation’s unspoken secrets pressing down on their shoulders. They had been summoned to Director Park’s office, and y/n could sense that this was no ordinary assignment.

"Y/n, come in," Director Park’s voice called out as y/n approached. The door swung open to reveal a room filled with classified files and the lingering scent of coffee. Park was a seasoned intelligence officer, his stern face softened only by the wisdom in his eyes.

"Please, have a seat," Park gestured to the chair opposite his desk. y/n complied, noting the thick file labeled with a name that had become synonymous with power and fear: Choi San.

"We have a new mission for you," Park began, his tone grave. "One that demands your utmost discretion and skill."

Y/N leaned forward, their interest piqued. "What’s the assignment, Director?"

The older man sighed, the lines on his face deepening. "Choi San has been the puppet master of Seoul’s underworld for far too long. He’s meticulous, ruthless, and incredibly difficult to pin down. We need someone to infiltrate his inner circle, gain his trust, and gather the evidence we need to bring him down."

Y/N’s pulse quickened. They had heard of Choi San, a man whose influence was felt in every dark corner of the city. "You want me to go undercover."

"Exactly," he affirmed. "You’ll pose as a private investigator, newly arrived in Seoul, offering your services to the highest bidder. We’ve crafted a cover story that should get you close enough to San without raising suspicion."

Y/N took a deep breath. "And if he discovers who I really am?"

Park’s eyes met y/n’s, a flicker of concern there. "Then we lose our best shot at dismantling his empire. But I have faith in you, agent. You’ve always been our best."

Y/N nodded, determination hardening their resolve. "I won’t let you down." Hopefully….

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The night air was crisp, a chill breeze sweeping through the deserted dockyard as y/n approached the meeting point. The old warehouse stood silhouetted against the moonlit sky, its decrepit exterior hiding the secrets within. y/n double-checked their disguise, every detail meticulously prepared. This was it—the start of a perilous journey.

As y/n entered the warehouse, the atmosphere shifted, the weight of unseen eyes and hidden dangers pressing in. Men moved in the shadows, their presence palpable even in the darkness. At the far end, a group had gathered, their attention focused on the man who commanded their respect: Choi San.

San’s gaze locked onto Y/N as they approached, his eyes cold and calculating. Y/N felt a jolt of apprehension but also an undeniable intrigue. San’s presence was magnetic, his air of authority and confidence almost palpable. He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features and an aura that demanded attention. Despite the danger, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a grudging respect for the man who had managed to stay ahead of the law for so long.

San’s eyes assessed y/n with a scrutinizing intensity. "You must be the investigator I’ve heard about," he said, his voice smooth but edged with steel. "I understand you have a particular set of skills."

Y/N nodded, their own voice steady despite the pounding of their heart. "That’s right. I’m here to offer my services."

San scrutinized them for a moment, a slow smile playing at the corners of his lips. Y/N’s composed demeanor and confident stance impressed him. This one might actually be useful, he thought, noting the intelligence and determination in Y/N’s eyes. "Welcome, y/n. Let’s see if you can prove your worth in my world."

The words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise all at once. Y/N felt a chill, knowing that this was only the beginning. The road ahead was fraught with danger, but they were determined to see it through. No matter the cost, they would bring Choi San to justice and free Seoul from his shadow.

To be continued….

// chapter 2

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💌; aaaaand how do we feel about the first chapter? What will you think will happen between them? I’ll try to update this daily!

[dailyeffectiveprayer]

Dear God, I am seeking to strengthen my faith in Your promises, Your presence, and Your power. Grant me the courage to trust in Your love and the assurance of Your unchanging Word. Open my eyes to recognize Your hand at work in my life and in the world around me. Continue to lead me on a journey of spiritual growth and renewal, drawing me closer to You every day. May my faith be steadfast, my hope unwavering, and my love for You ever-deepening. In Jesus Name I pray, amen. 🙏

[reidmarieprentiss]

The Hardest Goodbye

Summary: Spencer is using again after being rescued from Tobias Hankle.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: angst

Warnings/Includes: drug use, kidnapping, trauma, no happy ending, needles, talks of weight, talks about sex, rehab

Word count: 4.4k

a/n: so so so sorry about this one ,, when i say i live for the angst ... i mean it

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When you started dating Spencer Reid, you never imagined the trials your relationship would face. The worst came when Spencer was kidnapped, a harrowing ordeal that left him physically and emotionally scarred. During his captivity, he was forcibly given drugs, leading to a painful and lingering addiction even after his rescue. 

Recognizing the signs that he was still using, you took it upon yourself to help him get into rehab, standing by his side through every step of the recovery process. You were his unwavering support, understanding that his journey would be marked by both triumphs and setbacks. Despite the challenges, you appreciated his efforts to overcome his addiction and never lost faith in his ability to recover.

On days when he struggled to motivate himself to attend rehab sessions, you would drop everything to accompany him, offering the strength and encouragement he needed. Your acceptance of his good and bad days showed your deep commitment to his well-being, and through your support, Spencer found the resilience to continue his fight against addiction. Your love and dedication became the cornerstone of his recovery, proving that even in the darkest times, he was never alone.

Finally, he’s clean. 

Life with Spencer has returned to a semblance of peace, a fragile tranquility that you both cherish deeply. The trauma of his kidnapping and the dark days that followed seemed like a distant nightmare, though the shadows of those memories still linger. It’s been a long, painful journey to get here, but here you are, together.

You and Spencer hadn't been intimate in what felt like forever. The ordeal with Tobias Hankle had left him deeply traumatized, and you respected his boundaries, giving him all the time and space he needed to heal. But now, with him clean and more like himself again, you thought it might be time to gently test the waters.

One quiet evening, as you sat together on the couch, you turned to him and let your hand rest on his. The warmth of his skin was a comforting reassurance. He smiled at you, a genuine smile that reached his eyes, and you felt a flutter of hope. You leaned in and kissed him softly. He responded, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache with love.

As the kiss deepened, you shifted, moving to straddle his lap, hoping to rekindle the intimacy that had been absent for so long. But the moment you settled in, you felt his body tense beneath you. He broke the kiss abruptly, his hands coming up to grip your hips, stopping you.

"Wait, please," Spencer said, his voice tight and strained. "I can’t... It makes me feel trapped."

You pulled back immediately, your heart breaking at the look of fear and discomfort in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Spencer," you whispered, moving off his lap and sitting beside him again. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I know you didn't. It’s just... it’s hard for me."

You nodded, reaching out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. "I understand. We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I love you, Spencer, and I’m here for you, no matter what."

He looked at you with a mix of gratitude and sorrow, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you. I love you too. I just need more time."

You gave him a reassuring smile, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Take all the time you need. I’ll be here."

From that moment, you didn’t initiate anything again for a long time. You focused on being there for him, supporting him through his recovery, and finding new ways to connect and share your love. 

One evening, after months of patient waiting and gentle encouragement, Spencer finally took a step you hadn’t expected. You were sitting together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background, when he turned to you with a look of determination mixed with vulnerability.

He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing your cheek before leaning in to kiss you. It was tender at first, but soon it deepened, the passion you had both suppressed for so long finally bubbling to the surface. Your heart raced as you kissed him back, feeling the intensity of his desire and his love.

As the moments passed, he gently guided you to straddle his lap, his hands resting on your hips. You could feel the shift in his demeanor, the hesitation that had once been there now replaced with a newfound confidence. You kissed him deeply, your fingers running through his hair, savoring every second of this long-awaited closeness.

But when your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, he stopped you, his grip on your wrists gentle but firm. He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with a mixture of apology and regret.

"I can't... I can't take my shirt off," Spencer said quietly, his voice tinged with a sadness that broke your heart. "I lost so much weight while I was using. I... I don’t want you to see me like this."

You looked at him, your heart swelling with love and compassion. "Spencer, it’s okay," you whispered, caressing his cheek softly. "You don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I love you for who you are, not for what you look like."

He nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for understanding."

You smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. "Of course. We’ll go at your pace, always."

He sighed with relief, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck. You held him, feeling his body relax against yours. You knew this was a significant step forward, and you were grateful for his trust.

That night, you didn’t get any further than snuggling, but the intimacy was fulfilling without the need for anything more. Spencer was still healing, and you were more than willing to wait, to support him, and to love him unconditionally. The journey was far from over, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you could face any challenge that came your way.

As the weeks turned into months, your sex life began to resume, albeit with one consistent condition: Spencer always kept his shirt on. You respected his boundaries, knowing how sensitive he felt about his body after the ordeal he'd been through. Your intimate moments were filled with love and tenderness, and you found joy in reconnecting physically, even with this limitation.

However, as time went on, you couldn't help but notice subtle changes in his appearance. You had seen him eat heartily on numerous occasions, and it was clear that he had started to gain back some of the weight he had lost. His face had filled out a bit, and his arms seemed stronger. More noticeably, his ass and thighs were regaining their former shape, which you couldn't help but appreciate.

One evening, during a particularly passionate moment, you found yourself lost in the sensations and emotions of the moment. As you moved together, you squeezed his ass playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. "Looks like someone's been filling out," you teased lightly, your tone affectionate and playful.

But the reaction you received was far from what you expected. Spencer tensed immediately, his entire body going rigid beneath you. He pulled away, a look of panic and distress flashing in his eyes. "Don't," he said sharply, his voice almost a whisper but laced with a mix of anger and fear. "Don't say things like that."

You froze, your heart sinking. "Spencer, I'm sorry," you said quickly, reaching out to touch his arm, but he pulled back, wrapping his arms around himself protectively.

"I can't... I just can't," he muttered, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

You felt a wave of guilt and worry wash over you. "Spencer, please talk to me," you pleaded softly. "What's going on? Why is this so hard for you?"

He shook his head, refusing to meet your gaze. "You wouldn't understand," he said, his voice breaking slightly.

"Then tell me," you insisted gently, desperate to understand and help him through whatever was tormenting him. "I love you, Spencer. I want to help you, but I can't if you shut me out."

There was a long pause, the silence between you heavy and fraught with tension. Finally, he took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping. "It's not just about the weight," he admitted quietly. "It's... it's the scars. The marks from the needles, from Tobias... I hate looking at them. I hate how they remind me of everything."

Your heart ached for him, understanding dawning in your mind. "Spencer," you whispered, moving closer but still giving him space. "You don't have to hide from me. I love every part of you, scars and all. They don't change how I feel about you."

He looked at you then, his eyes filled with vulnerability and pain. "I just... I feel so broken sometimes. Like I'll never be whole again."

You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hands. "You are whole to me," you said softly, your eyes locking onto his. "You are more than your scars, more than the trauma. You're Spencer, the man I love. And I will stand by you, no matter what."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he leaned into your touch, finally letting some of the walls around his heart crumble. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

One quiet afternoon, after Spencer had left for another case with the BAU, you found yourself alone in the apartment, your mind racing with worry and unease. Despite his assurances and your best efforts to trust him, there was a gnawing feeling in your gut that something was still wrong. Spencer's reaction to your playful comment had left you deeply concerned, and you couldn’t shake the sense that he was hiding something.

Driven by a mix of fear and determination, you decided to do some digging around the apartment. You hoped against hope that you were wrong, that you wouldn't find anything to confirm your worst suspicions. But you had to know for sure.

You started with the obvious places: drawers, cabinets, the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. You sifted through his clothes, checked under the bed, and even searched behind books on the shelves. The more you looked, the more desperate you became, tearing the apartment apart in your search.

After what felt like hours, you sat down on the edge of the bed, exhausted and emotionally drained. You hadn't found anything—no syringes, no hidden stashes, nothing to indicate that Spencer was still using. A wave of relief washed over you, and for the first time in days, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe you had been wrong. Maybe he really was clean.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "He's doing better," you whispered to yourself, as if saying it out loud would make it true. "He's really trying."

Little did you know, Spencer had taken the box with him on the case. He had become adept at hiding his relapse, and the box—a small, nondescript container with his supply—was his lifeline. He couldn’t bear to be without it, even when he was away on a case.

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The day started off innocently enough, with you tackling the seasonal chore of rotating your closet. You hummed softly to yourself as you put away the heavy fall and winter clothes, making room for the light, breezy garments of spring and summer. It was a mundane task, one that allowed your mind to wander.

As you reached the back of the closet, your hands brushed against something solid and unfamiliar. Frowning, you pulled out a small, nondescript box. Your heart sank as you recognized it. Opening it confirmed your worst fears—inside were the remnants of Spencer's hidden stash.

You sat back on your heels, tears welled up in your eyes, and everything began to fall into place: his moods, his odd behaviors, the way he sometimes seemed distant even when he was right next to you. Hiding his upper body, probably covered in fresh tracks. The puzzle pieces clicked together in your mind, forming a picture that was devastating to behold.

Unable to think clearly, you quickly packed a bag, your hands shaking as you shoved clothes and essentials into it. You needed space, a moment to breathe and figure out what to say to Spencer. Yelling at him wouldn’t help; you knew he was in a fragile state, and the last thing you wanted was to push him further away.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you headed for the door, your heart pounding in your chest. As you opened it, you nearly collided with Derek. He was standing there, a look of surprise on his face.

“Hey, I was just—” he began, but stopped short when he saw your tear-streaked face and the bag in your hand. “What’s going on?”

You tried to stifle a sob, making eye contact with him for a brief, heartbreaking moment. Without saying a word, you pushed past him and hurried down the hallway, the tears flowing freely now.

Derek watched you go, a deep frown creasing his brow. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Spencer’s number. Spencer, who was out picking up Thai food for dinner, answered on the second ring.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” Spencer’s voice was casual, oblivious to the storm brewing.

“What the hell happened, Spencer?” Derek’s voice was sharp with concern. “I just ran into your girl. She was crying and had a bag packed. What’s going on?”

There was a long, heavy silence on the other end of the line. Spencer’s heart sank, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “She knows,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “She found the box.”

Derek's confusion was evident in his voice as he pressed for more information. “Knows what? What box, Spencer?”

Spencer swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to find the words. “The box... my stash. The drugs I’ve been hiding.”

Derek's silence was palpable, and when he finally spoke, his voice was filled with a mixture of disappointment and concern. “Spencer, why the hell are you still using? I thought you got clean.”

“I... I thought I could handle it, that I could control it,” Spencer admitted, his voice cracking with emotion. “But I couldn’t. And now she knows. She saw everything.”

Derek sighed deeply, his frustration and worry clear. “You need to get your ass home and talk to her. She’s hurting, man. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I know, Derek. I know,” Spencer said, his voice breaking. “I’m heading back now.”

As Spencer rushed home, his mind raced with thoughts of how he could possibly explain, apologize, and make amends. The fear of losing you was overwhelming, and he knew he had to face the consequences of his actions.

When Spencer finally arrived at the apartment, Derek was waiting for him, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” Derek said, his voice low and serious.

“I know,” Spencer replied, his voice heavy with guilt and resignation. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the conversation he had been dreading. "Derek, it's bad. I... I relapsed. After everything that happened, after Tobias... I thought I could handle it on my own, but I was wrong."

Derek's eyes narrowed, his concern deepening. "Why didn't you come to me, man? Why didn’t you ask for help?"

Spencer looked down, unable to meet Derek's gaze. "I was ashamed. I didn't want anyone to know I was struggling, especially after everything we’ve been through. I didn't want to disappoint anyone."

Derek shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. "Spencer, we’re a team. We’re family. You don’t have to go through this alone. You can’t keep hiding this and expect it to just go away."

Spencer nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I know. But it was so hard, Derek. Every time I looked at myself, all I saw were the scars, the reminders of what I went through. Using again... it made the pain a little more bearable, even if just for a moment."

Derek placed a firm hand on Spencer's shoulder, his voice softening. "I get that, man. I really do. But you can’t let this destroy you. You have people who love you, who want to help you. You have her."

Spencer's heart ached at the thought of you, the pain he had caused you. "I know. And now she’s gone because of me. I need to fix this, Derek. I need to show her that I can get better, that I can be the man she deserves."

Derek nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Then you need to take the first step, right here, right now. No more hiding, no more excuses. We’re going to get you the help you need, and we’re going to do it together."

Spencer took a deep breath, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. "Okay," he said, his voice resolute. "I’m ready. I’ll do whatever it takes."

Derek squeezed his shoulder, offering a supportive smile. "Good. We’ll get through this, Spencer. One step at a time."

When Spencer and Derek stepped into the apartment, the air felt thick with tension and unspoken promises. Derek wasted no time, his determination clear as he followed Spencer into every room, helping him purge the space of anything that could be linked to his addiction. Spencer hesitated for a moment, but then joined Derek with a renewed sense of purpose.

Together, they scoured the apartment, starting with the small, nondescript box Spencer had hideen. They threw away syringes, pills, and anything else that could be used to get a fix. Derek watched closely as Spencer deleted all his dealer contacts from his phone, a look of grim determination on his face.

"It’s not just about getting rid of the drugs, Spencer," Derek said firmly. "It's about making sure you don't have any way to fall back into that trap. We're going to clean this place out completely."

Spencer nodded, his jaw set as they continued their task. Every drawer, every cabinet, every hidden nook and cranny was searched and cleared. By the time they finished, the apartment felt emptier, but also lighter, as if a weight had been lifted.

Derek then stayed with Spencer, refusing to leave him alone. For three days, he kept a close eye on him, offering support, conversation, and even a few moments of levity to keep Spencer’s spirits up. They watched movies, played chess, and talked about anything and everything that could keep Spencer’s mind occupied and away from the cravings.

On the second night, Spencer broke down, the weight of his guilt and shame finally overwhelming him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. "I don’t know if I can do this, Derek," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. "What if I mess up again? What if I can’t stay clean?"

Derek sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his back. "You can do this, Spencer. I believe in you. And you’re not alone in this fight. You’ve got me, and you’ve got her. We’re all here for you. You just have to take it one day at a time."

By the third day, the worst of the withdrawal symptoms had just started, and Spencer felt a  deep desire to use. He still had a long road ahead of him, but he felt stronger knowing he had people who cared about him and believed in him.

It was on that third day that you came home. The moment you walked through the door, you saw Derek and Spencer sitting on the couch, talking quietly. Spencer looked up, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of relief and trepidation.

Derek stood up, giving you a small nod. "I'll leave you two alone," he said gently, walking past you and offering a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder as he left.

You stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of Spencer, who looked worn but determined. He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He held his breath as he waited for you to speak.

"You need to check yourself into a clinic," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

Spencer blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"If you want to stay with me, you need to help yourself first," you continued, your tone firm but filled with concern. "Clearly, us working through it isn’t enough to help you. You need to take control of your life and your recovery."

He stared at you, the weight of your words sinking in. "But... I thought we could handle this together. Here. At home."

You shook your head gently, stepping closer to him. "We’ve tried that, Spencer. And it didn’t work. You need professional help, a structured environment where you can focus entirely on getting better. I’ll support you every step of the way, but you have to make this commitment to yourself."

Spencer’s eyes filled with tears, a mixture of fear and resignation. "I don’t want to be without you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I’m scared."

"I know," you said softly, taking his hands in yours. "I’m scared too. But this is the best chance for you to truly heal. And once you’re better, we can build a stronger, healthier life together."

He nodded slowly, his grip on your hands tightening. "Okay," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll do it. I’ll check into a clinic."

Relief washed over you, and you pulled him into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Spencer. This is the right thing to do. For both of us."

Over the next few days, you helped Spencer make the necessary arrangements. You researched clinics, found one that specialized in addiction recovery, and made sure it had a good reputation. Spencer was hesitant, but your unwavering support gave him the courage to take this crucial step.

The day Spencer checked into the clinic, you drove him there, holding his hand the entire way. The building was imposing, but it represented hope and a fresh start. You parked the car and turned to him, giving him a reassuring smile.

"We’ll get through this, Spencer," you said, squeezing his hand. "I’ll visit as often as I can, and we’ll stay in touch. Just focus on getting better. That’s all that matters right now."

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination and a hint of fear. "I will. Thank you for believing in me."

You leaned in and kissed him gently. "Always."

With that, you watched as Spencer walked into the clinic, ready to face his demons and fight for his future. It was the hardest thing you’d ever done, but you knew it was the right choice. And as you drove away, you held onto the hope that this was the beginning of a new chapter for both of you, one filled with healing, love, and a brighter future.

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Not even a week later, Spencer was walking back through your front door. The sight of him standing there, his bag slung over his shoulder, filled you with confusion, anger, and disappointment.

"What the hell, Spencer?" you demanded, your voice trembling with a mixture of emotions.

"I'm clean," he said defensively, dropping his bag to the floor.

"Clearly," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "Why are you home?"

"I can check myself out whenever I want," he snapped. "It's not prison."

"I know that, but you agreed to go through the whole program, which is twelve weeks, not one."

"It was stupid," Spencer retorted, his frustration evident. "It wasn't helping. I don't need to be told not to use; I already know that."

You felt a surge of anger rising within you, your patience wearing thin. "This isn't about being told not to use, Spencer. It's about getting the help you need to stay clean, to deal with everything that led you to use in the first place. You promised you would try."

"I did try," he insisted, his voice rising. "But it was a waste of time. I don't need a program to tell me what I already know."

"You think this is easy for me?" you shouted, unable to hold back any longer. "Do you think I want to see you struggling, to see you hurting yourself? I pushed you to go because I love you and I want you to get better."

Spencer's face contorted with anger and frustration. "Well, maybe you don't know what's best for me. Maybe I know myself better than you do."

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of his words hit you. "Maybe you're right," you said quietly, your voice trembling. "Maybe I don't know what's best for you. But I do know that I can't keep doing this. I can't keep watching you destroy yourself and pretending that everything is okay."

"What are you saying?" he asked, his voice softening, a hint of fear creeping in.

"I'm saying I can't do this anymore," you replied, tears streaming down your face. "I love you, Spencer, but I can't keep sacrificing my own well-being for someone who refuses to help themselves."

Spencer's eyes widened in shock and desperation. "You can't leave me. I need you."

"I need you too," you said, your voice breaking. "But I need you to be healthy, to be whole. And if you can't commit to that, then I have to walk away."

You grabbed your bag, tears blurring your vision as you headed for the door. "I hope you find the strength to get the help you need, Spencer. But I can't be here to watch you self-destruct."

With that, you left the apartment, your heart breaking with every step you took. You knew it was the hardest decision you had ever made, but it was also the only way to protect yourself and give Spencer the wake-up call he desperately needed. As you walked away, you held onto the hope that one day, he would find the strength to truly heal and that perhaps, when that day came, you could find your way back to each other.

[beloved-of-john]

So. This is a personal life update of sorts.

Hello everyone, I'm trying to think of how to word what I need to say. I'm going through a big life transition of the spiritual kind, and it's forced me to think more deeply about where I am in my religious journey and where I want to be. As such, the content of this blog is likely going to change a little.

That is to say, there's probably going to be a lot less queer Christian specific content for a while. Don't panic! I'm still here and I'm still queer! But I want to avoid confining myself and my spiritual growth and understanding.

When I look around spaces like this, most of the people I see are queer people who have been raised religious and are deconstructing that framework to find a more liberating path, and that's amazing and empowering. However, I'm walking down this road from the opposite direction. I'm constructing. I'm completely acclimatized to being queer and out and loud about it, but it's being Christian that's the new frontier for me. At the moment, that's what I need to learn how to do. I know that my Christianity will always be inextricable from my queerness, but now I want to get to the stage where my queerness is inextricable from my Christianity. I want to grow and develop that part of myself and deepen my understanding of Christianity before I talk any more about its relationship to queerness and lgbtq+ experience. I need to learn what it means to me to be a Christian in its own right.

This blog will unequivocally remain a space of safety and solidarity for queer people and queer Christians though. I love all of you and I will always believe wholeheartedly that God does too. ❤️

I'll still do my best to answer any lgbtq related asks or comments and offer my support to anyone who needs it, just bear in mind that there's a good chance I don't know what I'm doing anymore than you.

If you've read this far without judgement, thank you for your patience and understanding. I'm going through this struggle right now, but I have faith that I will come out the other side of this a better rounded person.

[crossfandomskylines]

In the Space Between Us: Chapter 2

OTHER CHAPTERS: :

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby takes a leap of faith as she embarks on a coffee date with Glen. As they settle into the cozy ambiance of a local café, Gabby opens up about her journey from nursing to pursuing her true passion for filmmaking, while Glen shares his own path from Austin to Hollywood. Their connection deepens as they discover shared interests, laughter, and a mutual understanding of each other’s dreams. However, as the date draws to a close, an unexpected interruption leaves them both hoping for a second chance. Will they seize the opportunity for another encounter, or will their budding connection slip away?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs!

Gabby was curled up on her couch the next morning, a mug of green tea in one hand, and Willow, her orange tabby, purring softly on her lap. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room as she absentmindedly stroked Willow's fur, still savoring the memories of last night. Her phone buzzed on the cushion beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

When she glanced at the screen, her heart skipped a beat. Glen. She bit her lip, smiling as she opened his message.

GLEN: Do you like coffee?

She quickly typed back, her fingers tapping with anticipation. 

GABBY: Not a coffee person, actually…but I like tea.

A few seconds later, Glen’s response appeared.

GLEN: Perfect. There’s this great spot near me. Want to check it out together?

Gabby’s heart did a small flutter. She glanced down at Willow, who seemed to sense her excitement and blinked lazily back at her. Taking a steadying breath, she replied.

GABBY: I’d like that.

As Gabby eased Willow off her lap and stood up, her cat gave an indignant meow, clearly displeased with the abrupt end to their cozy morning cuddle. Gabby smiled, giving her furry friend an affectionate scratch behind the ears before heading into her bedroom to get ready.

She wanted something casual but pulled together—something that said she hadn’t spent too much time thinking about it. After browsing her closet, she settled on a smocked, short-sleeve peplum top in a warm, reddish-brown dotted with a delicate pattern. The square neckline and puff sleeves felt stylish, and the peplum waist added a feminine touch that made her feel both comfortable and confident.

She paired the top with light-wash, straight-leg jeans cropped just above the ankle, striking a balance between casual and polished. The jeans’ soft wash complemented the color of her top, and the slight crop framed her brown slide sandals with a cutout design perfectly. A quick check in the mirror showed her an effortless yet thoughtful look, with her sandals adding a hint of warmth that tied everything together.

After grabbing her purse and keys, Gabby slipped out of her apartment, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as she headed to her car. She glanced at her phone one last time to double-check the address Glen had sent her, her heart giving a small flutter as she pictured the look on his face when they met again. 

Gabby pushed open the door to the coffee shop, greeted by the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet hum of conversations. Her eyes scanned the room, and she spotted Glen sitting at a table near the window. He looked up just then and caught her gaze, a welcoming smile lighting up his face. She returned the smile, feeling a warm flutter in her chest as she joined the line.

While she waited to order, she stole a glance at him, taking in his relaxed posture and the casual ease he exuded. Once it was her turn, she ordered an iced chai latte and watched as the barista began preparing her drink. A moment later, Glen approached her, greeting her with a friendly hug. The embrace was warm and easy, and she found herself relaxing instantly in his presence.

“Good to see you again,” he said with a grin, his green eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Same here,” Gabby replied, her smile widening. Just then, her iced chai was ready, and she thanked the barista before turning back to Glen.

“Shall we?” He gestured toward the table by the window, and they made their way over, settling into the cozy, sunlit corner he had picked out.

Gabby took a sip of her iced chai latte, the flavors perfectly spiced and refreshing. She looked up to find Glen watching her with an expectant smile.

"So, how’s the drink?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

“It’s delicious,” she replied, nodding appreciatively. “I think you might have just introduced me to my new favorite spot.”

Glen chuckled. “Glad to hear it. This place is a bit of a hidden gem. The owners are this young couple—super sweet people—and they just really care about what they make. It’s not the most popular place around, but every drink I’ve tried here has been amazing.”

Gabby smiled at the warmth in his voice as he spoke about the place. “You sound like a regular.”

He nodded. “Yeah, this is my go-to spot when I want a good coffee without all the fuss. Plus, supporting a small business is a nice bonus.”

Gabby took another sip, enjoying the cozy atmosphere and the easy flow of their conversation. "Well, I'm officially a fan now too."

Gabby settled into her seat across from Glen, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He watched her, curiosity lighting up his face as he waited for her to continue.

"Tanner mentioned you just moved to L.A.," Glen said with an easy smile. "What brought you out here?"

She took a breath, grateful he was so genuinely interested. “Well… it’s a bit of a winding path,” she admitted with a soft chuckle. “I went into nursing right out of high school. Did that for about seven years.”

Glen’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s impressive. Nursing’s not easy work.”

“Thanks,” she said, giving him a small, grateful smile. “But I could never quite settle into it. I tried different areas—hospital shifts, clinics, doctor’s offices—but none of them felt right.” She stirred her drink thoughtfully. “I guess I just got to this point where I realized I wanted something different. I’ve always loved movies, the way they come together, all the behind-the-scenes magic.”

“Really?” Glen leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “So, what part of the process draws you in?”

“Well, to be honest…” She looked at him with a playful grin. “I think I was more interested in the ‘Behind the Scenes’ bonus clips on DVDs than the actual movies half the time.”

Glen chuckled, nodding. “Hey, I get it. So, you’re here to make that happen for yourself?”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling her nerves ease. “I’m taking classes now, trying to learn about everything I can—scriptwriting, producing, putting it all together. I’m 29, and I’m still not entirely sure I know what I want to be when I grow up,” she added with a laugh.

“Then you’re right on schedule,” Glen joked, his eyes twinkling. “Honestly, half the people in this town would say the same thing.”

Gabby laughed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. It was refreshing to talk to someone who didn’t just understand but seemed to admire her decision to switch paths.

Glen leaned back, crossing his arms comfortably. “You know, if you ever want to see a set up close, I could probably get you in to visit. Might be a little more exciting than a DVD bonus feature.”

Her eyes widened a little. “Seriously? That would be amazing.”

“Yeah, just let me know. Besides,” he teased, “you’d be getting a masterclass in how it all works.”

Gabby smiled, feeling a spark of excitement at the idea. “I’d definitely take you up on that.”

Glen tilted his head, smiling as he watched her animatedly talk about her dreams. After a pause, he asked, “So, where did you move here from?”

Gabby took another sip of her drink before answering. “I was born and raised in Iowa. Small-town life. After high school, I went to the University of Iowa and eventually settled in West Des Moines for the last seven years or so.”

Glen’s face lit up with interest. “Iowa, huh? That must’ve been a big change, coming out here.”

“Oh, it definitely was,” she laughed. “In my town, everyone knows everyone. And then L.A.… well, it’s the total opposite. But I love it so far, even if it’s a little overwhelming sometimes.” She glanced out the coffee shop window, momentarily taking in the bustling street. “Iowa was great, but I felt like I needed something different, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” Glen nodded. “L.A. has a way of pulling in people looking to shake things up.”

She smiled thoughtfully. “It does. I guess I wanted a fresh start—somewhere I could just take a leap and see what happens.” Gabby looked down for a second before continuing. “Honestly, it’s not always easy. I miss my family sometimes… and I miss the simplicity. But I’m glad I took the chance.”

Glen seemed to take this in, nodding. “And I bet L.A. will start to feel like home soon. For now, though,” he smiled, “you’ve got at least one familiar face around.”

Her heart warmed at his words.

Gabby leaned in, intrigued. “So what about you, Glen? Where did you grow up?”

He smiled, taking a sip of his drink before replying. “I was born and raised in Austin, Texas. All my family still lives there, and I try to get back as often as I can. It’s home, you know? But I also have a place here in L.A. since my work keeps me out this way so much.”

“That must be quite a transition,” she remarked, sipping her iced chai latte. “What’s it like juggling between the two?”

“It has its ups and downs,” he admitted. “But I’ve gotten used to it. I love the energy here, though Austin has a charm that can’t be beat. The live music scene, the food… it’s all incredible.”

Gabby nodded, her curiosity piqued. “How did you get into acting? What sparked that interest for you?”

He leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Honestly, I’ve always loved movies. They were a huge part of my family life. We’d have movie nights every week, bonding over popcorn and whatever we picked to watch. I remember being a kid, completely entranced by the stories.”

“That sounds like a fun tradition,” Gabby said, smiling.

“Yeah, it was. Then, when I was about ten, I took an acting class just for fun. I wasn’t really sure what I was getting into, but I ended up really loving it. I got my first role when I was fourteen, and after that, I was hooked.” He chuckled. “It felt like the perfect way to express myself and tell stories.”

“That’s amazing!” Gabby exclaimed. “It’s cool to see how your passion has turned into your career.”

Glen nodded a hint of pride in his voice. “It really is. It’s not always easy, but I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

As their conversation flowed effortlessly, Glen's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the moment. He glanced at the screen, and a frown creased his forehead. “I’m really sorry, but it looks like I have a meeting I need to hop on,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Gabby's expression shifted slightly, disappointment creeping in. “Oh, okay. I understand,” she replied, trying to mask her own letdown.

“I really enjoyed this,” he added, meeting her gaze earnestly. “Can I see you again?”

Gabby perked up at the question, a smile returning to her lips. “Absolutely! I’m free Tuesday or Wednesday.”

Glen let out a sigh, a hint of frustration in his tone. “I wish I could. I’ll be on a press tour all next week, unfortunately.” Her face fell slightly, but Glen quickly backtracked. “But I should be back in Los Angeles next Saturday. Are you free then?”

Gabby checked her phone for any commitments. “Yeah, I’m free that day!”

His eyes lit up, and he leaned back in his chair, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Perfect! It’s a date, then.”

As they both stood, the atmosphere felt charged with anticipation. Glen stepped forward and opened his arms for a hug. Gabby stepped into the embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence as she wrapped her arms around him. They lingered for a moment, both savoring the connection they had formed.

“Can’t wait to see you again,” he said softly as they pulled apart.

“Me too,” Gabby replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest.

Glen gave her one last smile before heading outside, and she watched him go, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Konig and 141 boys developing a crush on their cute and sweet neighbor who also agreed to take care of their place while deployed. Will they act on their crush or try to ignore their feelings? Thank you kindly :)

ℐ𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. ℬ𝓊𝓉 ℐ 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

Task Force 141 (+ König) x gn! reader

Oh my god… I got so many ideas and I literally don’t know how to put them ALL into one short fanfic but I‘ll try me best😭😭 I hope you enjoy, love you!!!🩷🩷🩷🩷

(Also I‘m sorry I‘m posting this so late because I was too focused on Simons part because hello? This man has been through so much and I had so many ideas on how to write his part. I literally wrote like 4 and deleted them all because I always found something that would fit more😭)

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König

You could ask anyone around the area about König and every single one of them would say that he is socially awkward or they don’t know since they never talked to him. But you never believed in any of those. You were trying to build a friendship with him and he is more shocked about the fact you want to build a connection with a masked man, like it’s the most usual thing in this world. But little did you know that König slowly developed a little crush on you whenever you were there and just looked so unbelievable.

It’s been months now and König's admiration for you only grew stronger. Your kindness and selflessness had left an indelible mark on his heart. Every time you visited his place to take care of things, he found himself longing to spend more time in your company.

Unbeknownst to König, you had also noticed his quiet affections. Your intuition told you that he was too timid to make the first move, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. With a mischievous smile, you approached König one day, ready to play the role of matchmaker.

"Hey, König," you said, your voice filled with warmth, "I've noticed how much you appreciate my help with your place. How about we grab a cup of coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."

König's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and gratitude. He stammered, searching for the right words to express his thankfulness.

"Y-You... You really mean it?" he managed to say, his voice filled with genuine surprise.

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. "Of course! It's the least I can do for a neighbor as sweet as you."

A smile broke across König's face, radiant and relieved. "I... I would be honored. Thank you for taking the initiative, You."

And so, the two of you ventured into the world of possibilities, sharing laughter and stories over cups of coffee. With each passing moment, König's shyness faded away, replaced by a blossoming confidence that was fueled by your unwavering support and understanding.

As your connection deepened, König found solace in your presence, a sanctuary where he could be himself without reservation. Your kindness and care melted away the barriers he had built around his heart, allowing love to seep in and flourish.

And in the quiet moments shared between you, König expressed his gratitude for your boldness, for taking a chance on him when he couldn't muster the courage himself. He marveled at the beauty of fate's intervention, realizing that sometimes, the greatest love stories are born out of the selfless actions of others.

As König wrapped his arms around you, his heart overflowing with appreciation, he whispered, "Thank you for seeing the real me, for showing me that sometimes, it's okay to let someone else take the lead. With you, I've found a love that transcends boundaries, and I'm eternally grateful."

In that embrace, you knew that you had made the right choice, that your leap of faith had led you to a love that was worth every ounce of effort. Together, you embarked on a journey of companionship, supporting each other through the highs and lows, cherishing the bond that grew stronger with each passing day.

Simon Riley

Simon was a very cold man who didn’t like to socialize. But when you moved it next door, you kept annoying him with cookies and cake. He never understood why you were doing these things but he slowly let himself enjoy the things you bake for him. You were smiling at him whenever he went on a run. You always sit on the balcony and you looked so pretty that he once almost ran into a car. He got embarrassed but he was relieved you didn’t see it. And every time he caught a glimpse of your warm smile or heard the sound of your laughter, his heart skipped a beat.

As Simon prepared for another deployment, he approached you, hoping to find someone trustworthy to look after his place while he was away. Since he didn’t trust anyone in this area to do it so, he always came back to a messy apartment and he usually cleans it before he gets deployed again. To his relief, you gladly agreed, your genuine kindness shining through. It was in those moments of conversation and connection that Simon began to realize there was something special about you.

But as his feelings for you grew, so did his fear of rejection. Simon was known for his bravery on the battlefield, found himself paralyzed by the vulnerability of his emotions. He watched you from a distance, yearning to take that leap of faith but unsure of how to approach you.

It’s been months and simon's heartache intensified. He longed for your presence, the sound of your voice, and the warmth of your touch. The thought of you taking care of his place while he was away brought him a sense of comfort, yet he was still scared. He was scared that you might hurt him. He is scared that you will leave as soon as you see the real him.

But on one evening, as the setting sun cast a golden glow across the horizon, Simon mustered the courage to strike up a conversation.

“Listen, you don’t have to do this. I mean, I couldn’t give you anything back as a thank you." his voice cold yet so soft towards you. You looked confused and Simon could tell that you were thinking about something. And he was desperate to find out what you’re thinking about, but would that scare you away?

"Simon… I‘m more than okay with doing this. If you want to thank me than tell me more about yourself" your answer completely left him silent and for a moment he couldn’t believe that you exist. How can someone so beautiful and sweet talk to him. He doesn’t even show his face yet alone a single part of his body. You don’t know how he looks like nor do you know how his arms even look like. Yet you’re here interested in him and he couldn’t help but feel his heart jump out of his chest and run towards you.

But it took him 9 months to finally open up. He came to your apartment and you greeted him with tea, his favorite one. You saw how much he loves tea and decided to surprise him with tea back. Ans he felt so safe in your apartment. It felt like his demons were waiting in front of your apartment because even they were shy around you. Not even they couldn’t bare to hurt you.

He started telling you a bit about himself but he kept it above the surface. He doesn’t want to scare you away. Not after he just got used to your presence. The way you talk, the way you smile at him. He would gladly give his own life so you could smile forever.

To his surprise, you listened with unwavering attention, your eyes filled with empathy and understanding. "I’m so proud of you for opening up, Simon. Thank you for telling me" your words carried a soothing melody that calmed the storms within him. The walls he had built around his heart began to crumble, brick by brick, as you reached out and touched his hand gently.

In that moment, Simon let you in, allowing you to slowly weave your way into the depths of his heart. He marveled at the strength and tenderness you possessed, the way you accepted him without judgment or reservation. And with each passing day, his affection for you grew, the boundaries between friendship and something more becoming blurred.

Finally, the day of Simon's departure arrived. He stood before you, his eyes locked with yours, searching for the words to convey the love that had taken root within him. As time ticked away, he leaned in, his heart pounding, and pressed a tender kiss against your lips, through the thin mask.

You smiled, a knowing smile that spoke volumes. It was a silent agreement, a promise of a future yet to unfold. The kiss held the weight of unspoken emotions, of longing and hope. It was a kiss, filled with the anticipation of what the future held for both of you.

As Simon boarded the plane, he carried your smile, your warmth, and the promise of a love yet to fully bloom within his heart. And in that moment, he knew that no matter the distance or the trials they faced, you would always be with him, guiding him through the darkness, and reminding him that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

See you next time, his heart whispered, knowing that the next chapter of their love story would be written when he returned.

John MacTavish

John found himself in a neighborhood far from the battlegrounds he was accustomed to. It was there that he discovered a small haven of peace in the form of a cute and sweet neighbor, the one who had graciously agreed to take care of his place while he was deployed. It was funny because you were asking him about something and behind him, you saw how messy his apartment was so you offered to help him and he gladly agreed.

John couldn't help but find himself drawn to you. Your kind nature, infectious smile and the way you cared for his home with such dedication warmed his heart. He discovered himself longing for the moments when he could steal glances of you from his window or engage in friendly conversations over the fence.

But as much as he admired you from afar, John couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he wanted more than just a neighborly relationship. He yearned for something deeper, something that would bridge the gap between friendship and romance.

It took him a year. A year of battling his own emotions and building up the courage to confess his feelings. The weight of his unspoken words felt heavy on his shoulders, threatening to consume him. He knew he couldn't keep this secret any longer.

One evening, as the sun began to set, John found himself standing at your doorstep, his heart racing in his chest. With a deep breath, he knocked, hoping that the words he had rehearsed countless times in his mind would find their way to his lips.

When you opened the door, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in your eyes, John's words spilled out, tinged with vulnerability and sincerity. He confessed how your kindness had captured his heart, how your presence brought light to his world, even in the darkest of times.

To his relief and joy, your smile widened, and a blush colored your cheeks. “Finally, John. I’ve been waiting for this moment and now you did it. I like you a lot, too" The connection you both shared was undeniable and it was clear that fate had brought you together.

And so, in that moment, under the fading daylight, John and you embarked on a journey of love and companionship. What started as a neighborly arrangement blossomed into something more profound and beautiful.

John Price

In a quaint neighborhood, nestled amidst the chaos of life, John found himself drawn to the captivating presence of a neighbor unlike any other. You had captured his attention with your gentle nature and kind heart. Little did you know, he admired you from afar, silently cherishing every encounter and longing for the day he could express his feelings.

As fate would have it, duty called John away, requiring him to deploy on a mission that demanded his undivided attention. In his absence, he entrusted you with the care of his home, knowing that your presence would bring warmth and life to the empty space he left behind.

From a distance, John observed your daily routines, captivated by the grace with which you carried yourself. He found solace in the thought of you gracing his doorstep, bringing life and cheer to the once-silent house. Your visits to tend to his place became a bittersweet pleasure for him, as he admired your kindness and dedication.

Each day, as he watched you through the window or caught glimpses of you leaving his home, his heart would flutter with a mix of emotions. The sight of you brought him both joy and longing, a conflict he struggled to reconcile. Yet, he remained silent, never having the courage to confess his feelings.

Months passed, and John's deployment came to an end. He returned home, ready to step back into the familiar routine of his life. But something had changed. The connection he felt with you had evolved, matured into a deep and profound affection that now haunted his every thought.

Still John remained silent, unsure of how to bridge the gap that had grown between them. He watched as you continued with your life, unaware of the impact you had on him. It pained him to witness your happiness from a distance, knowing he could never be a part of it.

Months passed until the opportunity for love slipped through John's fingers. You never knew the depth of his feelings and he, burdened by his own fears and insecurities, couldn't find the words to express them.

But life moves forward, even in the face of unrequited love. And as time carried on, John found solace in the memories of your brief encounters and the love he had silently harbored. Though he never had the chance to call you his own, he cherished the moments he shared with you, even if they were only from afar.

John remained the silent observer, his heart forever touched by the presence of the sweet and kind neighbor who had unknowingly stolen his heart. In the quiet corners of his mind, he carried the love he never confessed, forever cherishing the memory of you.

Kyle Garrick

In the bustling neighborhood where Kyle resided, a newfound sense of warmth and happiness began to flourish. As fate would have it, his charming and sweet neighbor, the one who agreed to keep an eye on his place while he was deployed, had captured his heart.

You had a way of brightening Kyle's day with just a smile or a kind gesture. Your presence brought a sense of tranquility to his world, a respite from the chaos and turmoil that often accompanied his line of work.

In the beginning, Kyle found himself stealing glances at you from across the street, admiring the way your laughter danced on the breeze and the gentleness that radiated from your every action. He couldn't deny the growing attraction that pulled at his heartstrings, urging him to take a chance.

After a month of wrestling with his feelings, Kyle finally mustered the courage to confess his emotions to you. It was a nerve-wracking moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood before you, vulnerability etched across his face.

With shaky breath, he poured his heart out "I like you, Y/N. A lot. More than words could ever describe it and I plan on sharing my life with you.I couldn’t take my eyes off of you the day you came and offered me those stupid cookies. And then I wanted you close but not in a scary way… So I asked you to look after my place while I‘m gone. And now I want you to be here when I‘m coming home." And as he finished speaking, a nervous silence filled the air. Kyle's gaze met yours, searching for any sign of reciprocation. And then, a smile graced your lips, your eyes sparkling with affection.

"You…" you said, your voice soft and full of sincerity, "have no idea how long I've been hoping you'd say something. I've had a crush on you since the day we met."

Relief and joy flooded Kyle's being, his heart soaring with happiness. In that moment, he knew that his decision to take a leap of faith had been rewarded in the most beautiful way.

From that day forward, Kyle and you embarked on the sweetest and most adorable relationship. Your days were filled with laughter, stolen glances, and tender moments. Whether it was cozy evenings spent on the couch, sharing stories and dreams, or exploring the neighborhood hand in hand, every experience was infused with the magic of love.

And it was thanks to you agreeing on watching over his place.

[enhahooninurwindow]

Lingering Love

Pairing: Sunghoon x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: angst, fluff

Wc: 688 (?)

Syn: It had been eight long months since Sunghoon and you parted ways, your hearts heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. But as they say, time heals and healed ur pain bringing love again

It had been eight long months since Sunghoon and you parted ways, your hearts heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. The breakup had been tumultuous, fueled by misunderstandings and miscommunications that left you both wounded and longing for each other's presence. You, in a fit of doubt and fear, had accused Sunghoon of cheating, a claim that tore at the very fabric of your once-strong bond. As the months passed, the pain lingered, but so did the love. Sunghoon found himself staring at his phone, fingers hovering over the keys, longing to reach out to you but held back by pride and uncertainty. Meanwhile, you often found yourself lost in memories of your time together, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the warmth of his embrace. One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world settled into a hushed calm, he gathered his courage and typed out a message to you. It was a simple "Hey, how have you been?" but behind those words lay a universe of emotions waiting to be unraveled. You, startled by the notification, stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity. The memories flooded back, the good and the bad intertwined in a bittersweet tapestry of nostalgia. After a few moments of hesitation, you replied, tentatively at first, but soon the floodgates opened, and you found yourselves pouring out thoughts, feelings, and apologies.

The conversation flowed like a river finding its course after being dammed for too long. You talked about everything— the hurt you had caused each other, the doubts that had plagued your minds, and most importantly, the love that still burned brightly despite the distance and time apart. As the days turned into weeks, your virtual exchanges deepened. You shared your daily routines, your dreams for the future, and the lessons you had learned during your time apart. He apologized sincerely for any actions or words that had hurt you, and in turn you acknowledged your own role in the misunderstandings that led to the breakup. Slowly but surely, trust began to rebuild its fragile bridge between you. He made a conscious effort to be transparent about his life, sharing his thoughts and feelings openly with you. Likewise, you learned to let go of the past grievances, choosing forgiveness and understanding over resentment.

One evening, as you spoke about your favorite memories together, he took a leap of faith and confessed, "I never stopped loving you, Y/N. Not for a single day." The words hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability and hope. Your heart skipped a beat as tears welled up in your eyes. "I still love you too, Sunghoon," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. With those simple yet profound words, the barriers crumbled, and you knew that your love was not a thing of the past but a flame waiting to be reignited. You decided to meet in person, to look into each other's eyes and find solace in the warmth of his embrace. The reunion was nothing short of magical. As you stood face to face, all the pain and sorrow melted away, leaving behind only love and a deep sense of belonging. You laughed, you cried, and you held each other tightly, as if afraid that the moment would slip away like a fleeting dream. From that day forward, you embarked on a journey of rediscovery and rebuilding. You took things slow, savoring each moment and cherishing the newfound appreciation for what you had. Communication became your cornerstone, honesty your compass, and love your guiding light. Your story was not without challenges, for scars of the past don't vanish overnight. But you faced those challenges together, hand in hand, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm. Years later, when you looked back on that fateful reconnection, you smiled knowingly, grateful for the twists and turns that had led you back to each other. For you both, breaking up had been a painful detour, but it had also been the catalyst for a love stronger and more resilient than ever before.

[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card: Where should you travel to next to have your next breakthrough

Left to Right: Pile 1 -> Pile 3

Introduction

Once you pick a pile and refer to your reading it will show you a potential breakthrough that could occur once you travel to a certain place as described in the piles below.

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Pile 1: Near a Body of Water

The three cards for you, signifying your journey is as follows:

Ace of Cups - Traveling to a place near a body of water could lead to an emotional breakthrough, deepening your connections with others, and experiencing profound feelings of love, joy, and peace. The Star - This journey may bring a breakthrough in hope, inspiration, and renewed faith in your dreams. It signifies healing and finding inner peace through the soothing presence of water. Three of Cups - Exploring a location near water might bring a breakthrough in celebration, community, and friendship. It could signify finding joy and harmony in your social interactions.

Who you might meet in these travels:

A local artist who inspires you to express your emotions through art.

A group of locals celebrating a traditional festival or event, welcoming you to join in.

A wise old fisherman or even a bakery owner nearby who shares stories of hope.

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Pile 2: Near a City

The overall energy is below mentioned:

The Tower - Traveling to a city could result in a breakthrough involving sudden change, breaking free from old patterns, and embracing new perspectives that challenge your current beliefs. The Chariot - This journey may lead to a breakthrough in determination, willpower, and taking decisive action. It signifies moving forward with confidence and achieving your goals. The Hierophant - Exploring a city might bring a breakthrough in spiritual or philosophical understanding, gaining new insights into traditions and belief systems that influence your life.

Who you might meet during these travels:

A tech entrepreneur discussing disruptive innovations that change industries.

A successful CEO who shares strategies for achieving ambitious goals.

A philosopher debating existential questions and perspectives on life.

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Pile 3: Near a Mountainous Foresty Area

The cards are as follows:

The Hermit - Traveling to a mountainous foresty area could result in a breakthrough through introspection, seeking solitude for reflection, and gaining profound inner wisdom.

The Empress - This journey may lead to a breakthrough in creativity, nurturing new ideas or projects, and connecting deeply with nature and the earth's energies.

The Devil - Exploring a mountainous forest might bring a breakthrough in confronting and overcoming personal fears or limitations. It signifies liberation and reclaiming your personal power.

Who you might meet during these Travels:

A herbalist teaching about the healing properties of plants and herbs found in the forest.

A storyteller weaving tales of mythical creatures and nature spirits, igniting imagination.

A mountain climber sharing stories of conquering peaks, inspiring courage and resilience.

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[coven-of-genesis]

Affirmations to support your spirituality & enhance your connection to the universe:

I am a divine being connected to the infinite wisdom of the universe.

I trust in the guidance and support of the universe in every aspect of my life.

I am open to receiving spiritual insights and intuitive messages.

I align myself with the divine flow of the universe and surrender to its higher plan.

I am a vessel of love and light, radiating positivity and compassion into the world.

I am deeply connected to the energy of the Earth and the cosmos.

I embrace the beauty and interconnectedness of all living beings.

I am grateful for the blessings and synchronicities that the universe sends my way.

I am attuned to the subtle signs and symbols that guide me on my spiritual journey.

I release any resistance and allow the universal energy to flow through me freely.

Remember, these affirmations are meant to deepen your spiritual connection and expand your consciousness.

Customize them according to your personal beliefs and experiences, and repeat them with intention and faith to nurture a profound spiritual connection with the universe.

[thatgentlewife]

Here are some Christ-centered ways a husband can create a joyful, loving marriage by serving, honoring, and leading his wife:

1. Pray with Her and for Her

• Pray together daily and seek God’s guidance for both your lives. Pray individually for her needs, spiritual growth, and protection.

2. Show Selfless Love and Compassion

• Embrace Christ’s sacrificial love by putting her needs above your own. Show compassion through kind words and actions, always seeking her good.

3. Be a Spiritual Leader

• Lead by example in faith and integrity, prioritizing God’s Word in daily life. Encourage her spiritual growth by reading the Bible together, praying, and fostering a faith-filled home.

4. Encourage and Affirm Her Daily

• Encourage her strengths, dreams, and growth. Affirm her beauty, intelligence, and kindness to make her feel valued and appreciated.

5. Serve Her in Practical Ways

• Help with chores or errands, or surprise her with small acts like preparing breakfast or helping with her daily tasks. These gestures show you’re mindful of her comfort and happiness.

6. Listen to Her with Patience and Empathy

• Give her your full attention and listen without judgment, whether she’s sharing concerns, dreams, or everyday stories. Listening with empathy builds intimacy and trust.

7. Show Physical Affection and Care

• Make her feel cherished with physical affection: holding her hand, hugging, and gentle touches. Physical closeness helps deepen emotional bonds.

8. Take Initiative in Planning Date Nights

• Make time for romance by planning thoughtful dates, even if they’re simple, like a movie night or a walk. This strengthens your connection and keeps the romance alive.

9. Be Quick to Forgive and Slow to Anger

• Approach conflicts with patience and grace. Be willing to forgive quickly, prioritizing unity over being “right.”

10. Express Gratitude for Her Efforts

• Regularly thank her for all she does, whether at home or in other aspects of life. Recognizing her efforts and saying thank you makes her feel valued and loved.

11. Lead with Humility and Gentleness

• Embrace Christlike humility and lead gently, respecting her voice in all decisions. Seek her opinions and consider her needs with a servant’s heart.

12. Protect and Provide for Her

• Prioritize her safety and well-being, both physically and emotionally. Provide stability and reassurance, especially during challenging times.

13. Be Open and Honest with Your Feelings

• Build trust through honest, open communication. Share your dreams, struggles, and hopes, letting her into your heart and life.

14. Encourage Her Talents and Passions

• Support her gifts and encourage her pursuits. Whether she’s pursuing a career, hobbies, or ministry, let her know you’re her biggest cheerleader.

15. Handle Finances Responsibly

• Make financial decisions that honor your family’s needs and goals. Plan wisely, budget, and invest in your shared future with her in mind.

16. Make Her Feel Beautiful and Cherished

• Regularly compliment her beauty, both inner and outer. Leave notes, send sweet messages, or surprise her with small gifts to remind her she’s special.

17. Offer to Pray for Her Specific Needs

• Ask her if there’s anything she’d like prayer for, and take time daily to lift her needs up. This shows genuine care for her well-being.

18. Honor Her in Front of Others

• Speak kindly about her to family, friends, and others, showing respect and pride. Honoring her publicly reinforces her value in your life.

19. Make Time for Quality Moments Together

• Set aside time just for the two of you, free from distractions. Whether it’s a quiet conversation or a shared activity, being present strengthens your bond.

20. Be Patient with Her Imperfections

• Extend grace and patience when she makes mistakes. Recognize that marriage is a journey of growth, and love her through every step.

21. Express Love and Appreciation with Little Gestures

• Surprise her with flowers, a note, or her favorite treat. These thoughtful gestures can make her feel adored and cherished.

22. Be a Safe Place for Her Emotions

• Create an emotionally safe space for her to share her feelings without fear of judgment. Be gentle, compassionate, and understanding.

23. Pursue Personal Growth for Her Sake

• Work on personal development, whether it’s growing spiritually, improving health, or managing emotions. Becoming a better man makes you a better husband.

24. Prioritize Her Needs and Happiness

• Consider her needs when making decisions, both big and small. Showing that her well-being matters builds trust and deepens love.

When a husband loves, serves, and leads in this Christ-centered way, he honors his marriage, builds his wife up, and lays a foundation for a joyful and fulfilling partnership. ❤️

[luimagines]

Just soft scenarios for the boys being just great partners for reader? Like just cuddles

Oh cute cute cute!!!! You got it! I’m taking this as an opportunity to just make this tooth rottingly sweet.

Masterlist

Part one will include Warrior, Four and Sky.

Content under the cut!

Warrior

“I wish we had more moments like this.” Warrior whispers quietly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He pulls back, running the back of his hand down your cheek before rests his hand on the grass below.

“I agree.” You sigh.

Silence follows. What else is there to say?

The day was warm and bright. The sun draped the earth beneath you pleasantly. A gentle breeze cooled down your exposed skin making it the perfect way to both cool down and warm up in a single spot. The temperature was perfect.

Birds sang in the distance and the leaves whispered their secrets from the trees around you. You couldn’t understand their words and lullabies, but it was enough to lull you into a calm. It was hard to keep your eyes open.

To sweeten the pot, you and Warrior managed to get away for a little while. You’re not sure how he swung it but one moment you were taking stock of the supplies to last the remaining leg of the journey before you hit a town (which is a headache all on its own), and the next, Warrior was dragging you by the hand, away from your chore and giggling like a love struck fool.

It was endearing to say the least and when he led you this quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle of the hero’s natural born chaos. It was bliss.

“You’re beautiful.” He says quietly as if afraid to break whatever spell has rested over the two of you. “Do I tell you that enough? You’re stunning. Gorgeous. I could look at you forever.”

“Why so I feel like you did something wrong?” You snort, blinking your eyes open to look at him again. 

His eyes are impossibly soft as he looks at you. It’s enough to take your own breath away. Any teasing you would have spout is shut up and clamped down in the far regions of your throat. you can’t even think about what you were about to say.

“Is it so wrong to admit that I’m enamored with you?” Warrior reaches down, taking your hand in his and lacing your finger together without a second thought. He pulls your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, rubbing his thumbs over the spot. “I’m feeling a way... don’t mind me...”

The tips of his ears turn pink and he focuses on your hand.

You smile and squeeze his hand, running your thumb along his own just the same. “Is something wrong?”

He looks at you then and moves toward you, taking you up in his arms and holding you close to his chest. Legs tangle together, arms move around to wrap around the other and breath begins to mingle as the space in between disappears.  

Warrior lets out another breath, seemingly coming back to the present instead of getting lost in his thoughts again. “Not really. I’m just coming to grips with how much I love you. That’s all.”

The blunt honesty wasn’t something you were expecting. The soft look in his eyes only deepens and the blush from his ears travels to his cheeks. He keeps talking. “I didn’t think I would have been so blessed. I know I’m difficult. I know I’m damaged. It... scares me... the amount of love I didn’t know I could feel. Forgive me. I know this is out of the blue.”

Endeared and enamored as well, you kiss the tip of his nose and bring your hands up to entangle them in the back of his head. His hair would need to be brushed later. “...I love you too. And I’m glad you feel that way because I don’t plan on going anywhere else anytime soon. Thank you for stealing me away.”

An easy smile lights up your face. It propels Warrior to swoop in and steal a kiss before it dims again. “Promise?”

You giggle at the boyish pride on his face and kiss him again. You nod. “I promise.”

Four

Giggles tumble out of your lips before you could stop yourself. “Should I be concerned?”

“Your lack of faith in me is astounding lovely.” Four snorts from your side. His hand is in yours, pulling you along. His bandana was over your eyes, effectively blinding you.

“It’s not necessarily a lack of faith. It’s just there’s something telling me to be warry about whatever you have planned.” You try to defend yourself. “I know you put those beetles in Legend’s bed roll. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Whaaat?” Four has an audile grin on his face. “That was Wind.”

“Forgive me, but I noticed that my pouch was missing and filled with the same beetles. No one else touches my stuff but you.”

“He must have been more daring.”

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“I am.” He replies cheekily, letting you bump against him softly so that you’d stop walking. “We’re here.”

“I’m scared.”

“No you’re not.” Four scoffs and reaches up. You bend down a bit when you feel his arm move to assist him and have to blink at the brightness when he takes the headband off of your face. “Tada!~”

You gasp.

The sight in front of you is nothing short of perfect. A blanket over soft and warmed sand. Picnic basket to the side with dimmed lantern lighting and a perfect view of the lake just ahead of you.

“Oh Link...” The name drops before you can pick it up. “...How did you even pull this off?”

Four winks and pulls you forward again, letting you sit down on the blanket with little fanfare. “I have my ways. Let’s just say those beetles came in handy later.”

Something tells you that you shouldn’t ask too much about it.

Four reaches into the basket and pulls out a glass bottle and two long and thin glasses to go with it. He’s quick to pop the cork and pour some out. He hands it over to you. “Here.”

“What is it?” You take it and take a whiff. It’s sweeter than you anticipated but with an underlying tone of a fruit you don’t recognize. You take a sip without thinking about it. It’s tangy and not as bitter as you were expecting.

“Sparkling munchkin fruit cocktail.” Four replies easily. “I personally have never heard of it. But I got to have a taste earlier and figured that you’d like it.”

You take another sip. It’s pretty good actually. “Thank you... This is really sweet of you Link.”

The boy in question begins to fluster as he reaches back into the picnic basket. “You think so? I thought this was subpar to be honest. I felt like I could have done a bit more.”

“You didn’t have to do anything at all.” You remind him. “I would have been fine with just holding you hand as we walked.”

You place the glass away where it would stand without risk of spilling over and reach for his hand. Four takes it without another thought, lacing your fingers together as he takes out a small plate with sandwiches cut into little triangles. You lean closer and smile brightly. He remembered which ones were your favorite.

“Do you think you’d be willing to hold my hand and watch the sun set?” Four asks timidly tilting his head just enough where his hair falls into his face.

You laugh, fixing it for him. “Always. The food and drink are a nice bonus though.”

“I’ll remember that for future reference.”

Sky

“Has your hair always been this soft?”

“Yes.” A laugh follows shortly after. “I promise I don’t do anything extraordinary to it.”

You huff. “So not fair.”

Sky was laying on your chest arms wrapped around you and relishing the way your hands felt in his hair. “For what it’s worth, you’re free to play with it anytime you’d like.”

You smile, teasing the locks through your fingers. “Really?” It’s said through a whisper. You can’t believe you got point blank permission. “That’s a lot of power you’ve just given me sir.”

“I trust you.” He replies just as easily, snuggling closer than he already is. “Besides, if it means that I can have more time with you than I’m all for it.”

“You’re such a sap.” You laugh, doing with his hair as you please.

Sky hums in approval and contentment. “And yet, here you are. Admit it, you love it.”

“I love you.” You shake your head. “I can handle the sap.”

It’s Sky’s turn to snort. “I wasn’t aware those were two different things.”

You nod, fully aware that his eyes are closed. Allowing the silence to fall over the two of you was something that made your skin itch. There was very little to fill it  if you or Sky stopped talking. It made you nervous. It felt awkward.

Sky however could not appeared to be bothered in the slightest.

It didn’t seem fair.

You tried to keep your thought from going into the deep end, focusing more on paying with Sky’s hair in a way that both satisfied your brain’s need for stimulation and made him feel relaxed and cared for.

“I can hear you thinking.” Sky mutters, lifting his head to meet your eyes. “Something wrong, Beloved?”

You shake your head. “Thoughts. They won’t leave me alone.”

Sky hums and lets your words filter through. He pushes himself away from you and flips the script. He pulls you close taking the spot where you once more, placing your head on his chest. “Your turn then.”

The change in direction stuns you. Before you can even think of a way to speak your way through the record scratch, Sky cards his fingers through your hair silencing your thoughts again.

It feels nice. He knows what he’s doing.

You relax within seconds from his touch alone. You rest your head against him fully and take a deep breath. It’s hard to think. Your own mind is silenced. It’s a wonder in on itself.

Then you hear something. A dull thumping.

You zero in on it and let it fill your being with each passing beat. Vaguely in the deep waters of your mind, you recognize it as Sky’s heartbeat. It’s strong, steady and soothing. 

Sky doesn’t stop playing with your hair.

Before you know it, you’ve let your eyes droop close and your breathing even out. You didn’t even realize that this period of silence has already stretched out further than the last.

You fall asleep. But that doesn’t stop Sky from giving the little attentions to your being. He’d keep whatever thought away even as you sleep. Let it be in peace.

You both deserve it.

Part 2

[blueseachelle]

X reader request for some vax smut. So you know like how he can’t get the vestige off? Well that shouldn’t stop the reader from getting him off now should it? I was thinking maybe some hard grinding and getting him off through his new armor, and him putting that newfound uh…speed to good use.

I love this. So, I’m gonna totally make this in the woods. I don’t know a lot about the armor, Ya know, details….. Like a place to take out his-…..So anyway, please enjoy! I hope this satisfies you. If not, I’m always up for a rewrite. Not afraid to be told I didn’t fulfill your wishes. Please, let me know! Enjoy!

My Knight Trapped In Armor

Critical Role Vox Machina

Vax x Fem! Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

You have been with the group since the beginning for this long journey. Currently, collecting all the relics is your main mission. You’ve have gotten ahold of the first of the vestige and Vax had the honor of putting it on…. He was happy about it until he figured out that it will never come off.

You have been with Vax for a long while. You, Vax, and Vex were practically raised together. Ever since they ran from home you have always been there. You saved them from there first big fight. You haven’t strayed since that. You have always been there and helped them recruit the now known Vox Machina.

Vax has always had a crush on you, just didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. Vex sees you as a little sister, Vax didn’t want to make it weird. He didn’t take the leap of faith until after the falling out at Whitestone to tell you how he felt, of course, with the encouragement of his sister. You returned the feelings and been with him ever since. So, onto the story.

The crew decided to make camp for the night. They found a nice clearing right before night fall so, everything was set up and ready to go before dusk. Everyone sat around the camp fire having normal conversation. Vax sat close to you. His new armor poking you every now and then but, you ignore it because you like the contact with him. Of course, you knew he could never take this off because his deal with the Raven Queen. You don’t even think that he knows how much he can… take of without something happening or being *gulps* cut of. Magic armor is dangerous.

In the middle of a small exchange with Scanlan, you felt Vax’s hand rest on your thigh. You gave him a side eye and he responded with a slight motion with his head. He wanted to go for a walk before it was too dark. You knew his queues by now. So, being the cunning girl you are, you got Grog into the conversation which accidentally (on purpose) made an argument between them about something dumb that somehow everyone else ended up in. As soon as the heat was off of you, Vax took your hand and walked of in the direction he suggested with his head.

You walked for a good 10 minutes before Vax finally stopped in his tracks.

“There. I think we are far enough, Darling.”

He turned to face you finally. He leaned down and gave you a kiss. You just giggled and kissed back,

“I think I know why you brought us out here. It’s been a little while, huh?”

He pulled away slight to lock eyes with you. You could see the lust and love for you run through his head.

“Of course it has. Everything is been chaotic as hell and you have been so badass recently. Finally, I can deal with this pent up heat you cause me. Darling, I would love to have you if you’d let me.”

He brought your hand to his face and kisses it. You giggled once again.

“Of course, My Love. I would love to have you.”

Vax gave you a toothy grin. He pulled you a little farther to the nearest tree and took a seat against it you. You took the queue and sat in his lap. You kissed him. Your hands locking themselves in his dark hair. He kisses back and set his hands on your hips. The kiss continued to deepen. He snaked his tongue into your mouth.

One of his hands reached up and made it’s way into your hair. The kiss finally parted. He used the interlocked hand in your hair to pull your head slightly back. He leaned forward and bit onto your neck. He proceeded to bit and suck on the supple skin. You let out a small moan. You felt the smirk against your neck as he continued down.

When he got to you collarbone, he released your hair. In return, you gripped his and pulled slightly. He growled out,

“Hey, are you gonna be nice or do I have to get mean?”

You gulped,

“N-no, Vax, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He reached down and grabbed at the hem of you shirt. Your armor has be taken off since the campsite. You knew it would be safe there so, you’ve been without it. You pulled up you shirt over your head and set it on the ground next to you. Your chest was now in full display to him. (With the armor your wear, it naturally cups your breast so, no need for a bra.)

“What a good fucking girl.”

You just let out a small squeak at the statement. The squeak turned into a moan as Vax took a nipple into his mouth. With the help of one of his hands, he played with your breast, switching between them. He nipped, sucked, and pinched at your nipples. All you could do is grip his hair and push your chest into his mouth. You, caught up in the pleasure, subconsciously started grind onto him. He could feel the friction through his armor. He kept his lips around one of your nipples as his hands left to join on your hips.

He pulled you down onto him. The pleasure increased for both of you. He could feel you through his armor, every little movement and pulse your pussy did. The friction of the engravings on the armor hit every friction need that you usually would have. Vax’s lips came off your nipple with a wet pop. Your nipples were now red and starting to swell slightly from the abuse that endured.

Vax removed his hands to reach down to his pants, he felt for and opening, anything that he could use get his cock out. He could only sit there for a second and watch his beautiful girlfriend drunkenly grind on him. Screw it, he wasn’t about to stop her to look for a opening. He’ll look for next time. Right now, he is going to get the both of you off. He grabbed you by the hips and started to grind up into her.

You closed you eyes in pleasure and arched you back. Your gripped his hair tighter and let out a moan of his name. He grunted in response and speed up. He could feel it. She’s getting close, well, he was too. He leaned up and kissed her desperately. You moaned into the kiss and turned it into a sloppy wet kiss. He felt like he needed to step the grinding. He moved a hand to caress the back of her head as he leaned forward to lay her on the grass. The kiss continued as he grinned harder and faster into her. The Vestige he wore increased his speed significantly.

You let out a loud moan of his name. He swallowed the moan. You broke the kiss reluctantly. Vax moved instantly to bite your neck. The coil in your stomach tightened,

“V-vax. I’m close. So so close.”

She desperately clawed at his back, which, of course, was armored. He growled. You knew that he was too. You arched your back off the ground. He quickly moved his arms under you. He quickly attached to one of your swollen nipples. That was all you needed.

“V-Vax-“

You didn’t even finish your statement because the tightened coil snapped. Vax felt how you froze and the pulsation against the armor. He ground down a couple more time before finishing himself, in his armor. And you, your panties and shorts you wore. You both caught your breath as you held each other.

“I love you so much, Baby.”

“I love you so much, My Love.”

After a couple minutes, Vax sat up first and grabbed your shirt. You thanked him and put it on.

“At least it’s dark, no one is gonna see my shorts. I’ll clean them tomorrow when the sun is up again.”

Vax chuckled and helped his Beloved up off the now wet ground,

“Yeah, but, the next question is, I can’t take this off… How the hell are we gonna clean my pants?”

You just giggled,

“We’ll figure it out, My Knight Trapped In Armor.”

Vax just grinned and kissed up before walking back in the direction of camp. You used your abilities to illuminate the surrounding area since the sun already set. You loved this man to death. You know that you would figure out something to make this easier for the both of you to get used to but…. what just happened… Wasn’t half bad.

I hope you have enjoyed this read! If you have anymore requests, I have an request post available. With that, see ya next post!