#i need a hug🧸

[tohruies]

AAHHHGH MY NEW JELLYCATS ARE HERE!! o(≧▽≦)o 🧸⭐️

smudge lamb & horticus hare have joined the family!! ✨ they’re settling in wonderfully :3 i hope they will find themselves a cosy spot in my bed and get along with everyone else… though i think they will! (๑>◡<๑) i still need to think of the perfect names, but the little hare is reminding me an awful lot of mrs takami (especially after having tied that bow around her neck)… weheheh 🙈

[fandomregression]

all i can think abt right now is dungeons and daddies, so here's my list of headcanons for every (main) character!!

dads:

darryl: caregiver

henry: flip (although he would insist he's mostly a caregiver)

glenn: caregiver (oh god)

ron: permaregressor, but his age slides

kiddads:

grant: middle regressor. should be obvious why

terry jr: caregiver. let this man take care of someone pls. pls.

nicky: swears he's a flip. he is a regressor. let him think hes a big boy

sparrow: ahahahahahaaaaa...regressor. baby. tiney.

lark: caregiver i think, but only should be a babysitter (unless he's taking care of sparrow then yeah)

teens:

lincoln: caregiver!! he is the only one.

scary: regressor! she is tiney gorl. tiney goth baby

normal: pet regressor. this boy is a puppy someone please be proud of him and give him praise and scritches. please

taylor: regressor. he is so clingy and so babey

screams:

trudy: caregiver!

kelsey: caregiver!!!

tony: don't make me say it. he's already a cat

blake: babysitter but like. don't let him be alone with a kiddo

francis: regressor oh my god this boy is a regressor. oh my god. ohhhhh boy. he needs some gummy snacks and nap. he needs a pat on the head and a paci. trudy, kelsey, and blake are chomping at the bit to take care of him but hims a stubborn and scared boy

i'm not gonna talk about moth jesus

bonus:

paeden: is still too little to really tell. wants to be a caregiver because he's so tough and strong

hermie: flip but only for norm, otherwise he's a kiddo

[theanonymousninja247]

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks

Just finished watching the first season of 2003 TMNT, and my thoughts are as follows *ahem* Leo: babeh boy

Raph: babe

Donnie: babyyyyyy

Mikey: bb

[shortnsweetgf]

i am hugging u so very tight rn

🫂🫂🫂

[jj-one]

i just realized i hit 500+ follows already like that’s so fucking cool 😵 thanks to anyone who reads my things, even tho they’re just my old reposts for now but i’m hoping that i’ll be able to post new fics rlly soon for y’all <333

[orchid3a]

꒰ I'D NEVER LEAVE ꒱ ⋮ RIN ITOSHI → [ CONTENT & TAGS ]: fem!reader ( can be read as gn!reader) x rin itoshi, relationship talks, mention of open relationship, angst, undertones of smut, fluff, hurt and comfort. // syn. | Rin never liked the idea of piling up unfinished business, and so he chased you with no expectations. wc -1kish // back to blog navigation.

“Do that again” Rin murmured, keeping his teal irises fixated on yours. Your lips slightly parted as your hand recoiled by mere a graze against his cheeks, as if you were about to get electrocuted at the exposure of his skin but Rin was quick to grab them halfway. He put it back where it was, on his cheeks. “Do that again,” He repeated his plea as he tucked your palm back onto his cheek. “please!” he whispered this time. You pressed your lips together before caressing his cheeks, rubbing your thumb underneath his eye and then moving on to his pulp lips. His eyes are a little puffy and reddish. Had he seriously been crying?

Rin tried to keep up the eye contact with you but the sensation of your warm manicured scented fingertips upon his lips lulled him to close his eyes shut and curl into the cavity of your palm. He turned a little, kissing your palm and then looking at you through the corner of his eyes. It is snowing outside. The world is being painted in white as the dead-cold silence blankets nature, the bare branches, the flowers, the river, and the buildings while Rin's touch wraps around you, like a protective layer. His touch is ice-cold but his eyes seem to tell otherwise. 

This is wrong. This is wrong in so many ways because the last time both of you did something that none of you should. And this time it is happening again. Maybe it will escalate into something more but that still would not change the fact that what you are doing is wrong. To him and to you too. Rin grabbed your other hand pulling you close. He is impatient as always. Now his tongue is swiping inside your mouth while your lips are wrapped around his.

“I never loved you. You were a nice little fuck toy, that’s it.” Rin’s poison-laced voice echoed at the back of your head.

You winced feeling his teeth dig into your skin along the column of your neck. His hands are underneath your top, tracing the bones of your back. “We can't do this”, you exclaim pushing him away, his hot breath still lingering on your face, his arms are still under your top but it has now slewed down to your waist. His grip is intact.

 “Why not?” he asks as if he was not the one to denote first and break the rules. It was not a surprise that he would be the first one to break rules but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that he would actually end up using the safe word to take a time out from this open relationship and have a talk with you. 

Now he is on the verge of doing something that he might regret later. But that is not the worst part of all these; if he did regret then he would not blame you, he would blame himself and wallow in self-pity. It is something that will eventually come back chasing you, not now but eventually because no tide is created by the sea alone, there is always an eclipse involved.

“Because I don't wanna get hurt” You take a deep breath swallowing your tears at the pit of your stomach. 

“What makes you think I’m gonna hurt you?” Rin is now holding your hands, so tenderly, so cautiously; it is almost as if a baby bird is trying to fly for the first time.

“Because the last time,” You sniffle and bow your face down to hide your tears. “Because last time you said something awful.”  Looking at him again you exhaled thoroughly. “It hurt me.” You added.

There is a tug at the corner of his lips and as you look at him in awe it grows into a smile. “y/n, I have lied to you so many times. Small lies, like how you do when you don’t wanna go out with your friends but spend time with me instead? Saying you are under the weather?” You chuckle at his claim, tears rolling down your cheeks as a deviated outcome of suppressing it back. “I lied. I lied when I said I never loved you. Couldn’t you tell?” He adds and then you two laugh in sync because it is silly.

It is silly because Rin was not your fling, Rin was not even to fit in the sultry label of friends with benefits. He was different somehow. He would not contact you for weeks and then come to your home with snacks and drinks unannounced, talk, and unload himself to lighten himself up. And you? You did the same. There was rarely anything physical but when there was it was so intense that you saw the stars even being laid out on the kitchen counter. It felt vulnerable to be so exposed and at the same time, exhilarating too.

So, what when wrong? What made you hurt so bad and him use the safe word?

A kiss. The answer is a kiss. Because kissing is so intimate yet tempting that Rin thought it would be fun have one rule in this time bomb of open relationship, that is, to not kiss, never on the lips. 

“Can i kiss you?” Rin asks for permission this time. Last time he kissed in a room full of people. It was so scandalous and so hungry, hungry for love. 

You laugh bowing your head down and looking up saying, “You can.”

And then he kissed you. On the lips, softly grazing his on yours, tenderly sucking, fingers interlacing with yours as he pushed you down on the bed. You blink, you pant and you huff as he undressed himself hovering on top of you. There is an awful headache hammering onto your temples but it soon went away as he kissed from up the crook of your neck, to the column, then onto your cleavage, down to your navel. “That is a hell lot of kissing,” you whispered.

“It sure is,” Rin admitted before focusing on your skin again.

@orchid3a

@angelshub

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Pile एक

funny without trying

doesn't hide you from their friends

sometimes boastful

extremely popular

knows everything about you

extremely smart

sometimes sassy

loves to look after you

usually hungry

sometimes rude without knowing it

loves listening to rap

never at home

doesn't realise they're very hardworking

sometimes feels underrated

remembers everything about you

sometimes pessimistic

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Pile दो

18+ read at your own consent

Reckless

very indecisive

always eating

a bit of a fattie :D

party boy

gives the best advice

yolo mindset

best outfit/music taste

Doesn't care what other think

JEALOUS AF

Loud af

Dom

"ooh, sexy"

"Babe"

"How do you feel?"

*SPANKS*

Horny 24/7

Your friends like his look but hates his personality

"Send Nu*es"

"Nice Ass"

BUYS EXPENSIVE SHITS TO EXPRESS HIS LOVE OR APOLOGIZE

LOYAL BUT HARDLY SAY NO FOR A GOOD ASS

huge book reader

obsessed with one girl

quiet but loud

comfort > style

with the right people

best secret keeper

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Pile तीन

ALWAYS looking at you

acts goofier around you

warm hugs

sends "this reminded me of you" texts

remembers every single word you've ever said

princess gf - bf who does anything to see her happy "baby"

"that's cute"

"hmmm?"

falling asleep on call

You've good taste in music

gm and gn texts

holds hands with you

"i can't wait for our future together"

big hands

"doll"

"go ahead... what "speak up. "were you saying?"

"don't be shy"

-grabs inner thigh-

holds your chin up w/Index finger and rubs lower lip w/thumb while making eye contact

"when they smirk and lick their lips"

"eye contact"

madly needs your attention

always ready to fight for you

impulsive and stubborn

seems terrifying but he's a warm bean

"duuude"

doesn't like horror movies

gives and wants kissies all the time

moms love him

high pitched scream

always fails when he tries to intimidate you

does everything to make you feel safe

"yooo"

enjoys causing chaos

pretty good at video game

feels a lil insecure sometimes

has some chad energy

can be hella sassy

afraid of being put aside

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Pile चार

super clingy

wants forehead kisses

loves to sit on ur lap

spoiled brat

cuddles

short

"call me your angel, anon!"

caring & sweet

veryyy emotional

always sleepy

"yes please"

will cry if yelled at

sub

"i love you, anon :("

apologizes 24/7

tall straight ADHD bf who loves games - 5'3 mentally ill gf who loves astrology

actually a huge nerd

protective af

secretly gay

super duper nice

very pretty eyes

insecure

music

lowkey clingy

og sk8r boy

loves 2 cuddle

likes plants a lot

old soul

probably the coolest person u will ever meet

loves cartoons

handsome af but also pretty af

baggy clothes

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I hope you liked the reading . Thank you so much for letting me read for you . Wishing you best ahead . 🎀Bless you and have a nice day🌸🐰 I'd love to hear which pile you chose

Loads of love , jam🩷

[lazysoulwriter]

🧸 how pedro pascal hugs you – headcanons 🧸

🤍 the back hug king. Pedro lives to sneak up behind you in the kitchen or the hallway or while you’re brushing your teeth, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his chin on your shoulder. You always feel him breathe in — like he needs the scent of you to calm down.

"Mm… there you are. Missed you."

🤍 warm + full-body hugs when he’s been away. The airport hugs??? Dangerous. You go weightless. His arms crush you to his chest, one hand at your lower back and the other cradling your head like he needs to know you’re really there. He always whispers something against your temple that makes you tear up.

"I’ve been counting minutes, amorcito."

🤍 sleepy snuggle hugs in bed. Pedro is a tangle sleeper. His arms around your waist. One leg over yours. Your head tucked under his chin. If you shift in your sleep, he adjusts too — always keeping at least one hand on your skin. Subconsciously holding on.

“Where’re you going, baby? Still sleeping.”

🤍 post-argument or anxious hugs. When you're upset? His hugs are wordless promises. He pulls you in slowly but firmly, holds the back of your head to his chest, and just lets you breathe. No rush. Just comfort.

"I'm here. I got you. Just stay with me, okay?"

🤍 little spontaneous side hugs when you're out together. Walking down the street? Arm around your shoulder. Grocery shopping? A quick squeeze from the side. Waiting in line? Chin on your head, arms wrapped around you from behind. He loves reminding you — “we’re in this together.”

🤍 desperate hugs when he’s scared. If he ever thought something happened to you — even for a second — he’d hug you like he couldn’t lose you again. Face buried in your neck. Arms shaking. Voice hoarse.

“Don’t scare me like that. I love you too much.”

Pedro hugs are home. You don’t just feel held. You feel wanted. You feel loved. You feel safe.

requested! thank you.

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[maroonpascal]

Sweet nothin’

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: nights are never easy for Joel, his mind being flooded with memories, but luckily he doesn't have to fight them alone anymore

Warnings: jackson!joel, soft!joel, mentions of nightmares, trauma, anxiety and insomnia, use of pet names (babe, darling, my love, my sunshine)

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: wrote this literally when I couldn’t sleep after that episode and I needed some comfort, so here we are 🧸 title is from “Sweet Nothing” by Taylor Swift

Divider creds: @ianrkives

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“Joel, babe, come to sleep.”

You’re leaning on the door frame of the living room, the dim light bathing him as he’s at the table still working on something you don’t quite understand, and he has been at that since the afternoon.

He’s still tinkering there, wearing his cute glasses and his hands managing the tools; you know he needs this at night sometimes, as the nights are always the worst. Sometimes he’s afraid of going to sleep, as the nightmares can have the best of him, disrupting his sleep and waking him up; Joel would sit in bed panting, chest pounding and his heart beating strongly against the ribcage, holding his own hand there before yours, before you can embrace him and kiss him behind his neck, nuzzling there, whispering that it was all a bad dream, but he could rarely go back to sleep after one of those. The only thing that works is being hugged by you, he enjoys that, going pliant in your arms and letting himself rest.

“Joel.” You call him again, breaking that silence and now going closer to the table, him taking off his glasses to take a look at you, the way he’s so careful with them making you break a smile, “Hey.” You say softly when he’s in your reach, your hands going behind his neck and tangling your fingers through his curls, him closing his eyes for a moment, sighing at the soft touch.

“Hey.” He repeats your word, looking up at you and you notice all the tiredness in his eyes and all over his face. He’s working so hard for the benefit of the city, determined to do so much good, almost as a way to redeem himself from his past.

Your right hand reaches his eyebrows, smoothing your thumb over the space between them, taking away the furrowed look, Joel softening his eyes immediately at your touch, “Aren’t you tired, babe?” You ask, him rising his shoulders, lips crooked in half a smile, “Just a little, but you know that this helps me,” he presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist, beard tickling your skin, “And you’ve helped me too, so many times,” his dreamy look on you, and you can read in his eyes how he’s thinking of all the nights spent lost among the bedsheets, how you surely knew how to make him forget about everything else.

“Should I help you too tonight?” You jokingly say, keeping your tone light, as you brush your hand behind his neck and smoothing the other one on the collar of his checkered shirt, where the very first buttons have been left open, giving you a sight of his cleavage. But you know from the tired look in his eyes that all you can do for him tonight is just convince him to go to bed and then hugging him to sleep.

He sighs over your skin, his lips warm on your wrist, “Not tonight, darlin’,” he lets out, as you cup his face with both hands and brush your thumb over that scar, before pressing a kiss on his forehead, letting him know without a word that you know how he feels. “But I would love if you could hug me until I will fall asleep.” He mutters, as you beam already at the thought of doing that, and being so happy with the fact that he is so outspoken now about what he actually wants, what can make him feel at ease and comforted, not shying away anymore from asking what it can make him feel better.

“Of course, my love, of course.” You bow on his lips, kissing him softly as you feel a hand going over your waist, holding you gently.

You take that hand in yours when you part from his lips, him finally leaving that table and letting you guide him until your bedroom, reaching the warm lights of it.

“’M sorry that I’m keeping you up so late these nights.” He says, you squeezing his hand back, letting him sit on the edge of the bed, “These dreams, no, these nightmares that I have-” his voice breaks a little, and you’re ready to pick up the pieces by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, letting him rest his head over your chest, actually feeling like you’re wrapping a safe around him to shield him from all the nightmares, from all the evil that there is in this world.

“It’s okay, Joel, it’s okay,” you utter, placing a kiss over his curls, “I’m the one choosing to stay up with you. There is no other place where I would rather be, only here with you, no matter what.”

He lightly nods on your chest, a hand gripping your t-shirt, anchoring himself to you, his safe harbour.

The nightmares most of the times are flashbacks, moments that wouldn’t leave his mind, not even while being asleep, not giving him peace. And somehow, the only peace he has is you. He feels that sense of peace as he’s holding onto you right now, feeling your fingers through his curls and thumb behind his neck, circling in a soothing movement. Your heartbeat is the best symphony he could ever hear, it’s what brings him home every single time, each heartbeat allowing himself to get away from the cruel reality and hiding somewhere else, a place where nothing could ever hurt him or hurt you.

And he wishes he could make his heart stop drumming so hard against his chest, that he could connect it with the rhythm of your heart, calm and soothing.

You can feel his heartbeat against you, strong as ever, “Joel, no one can hurt you, you are safe.” Your whisper followed by a kiss on his curls.

Your hand reaches over his back, trying to ease his anxiety by rubbing it there, feeling so much tension.

“I’m here, my sunshine, I’m here.” You repeat, him actually rising up his head at you at the word sunshine, a little smile drawn on his lips.

“Nothing could ever hurt you again.” And he really lets those word sink into his mind, become part of it, leaving somewhere else the baggage of trauma that he carries with him.

A hand goes through his curls, and you thank him mentally for having let those curls grow, so soft under your fingertips.

Slowly you can feel his grip on you becoming less strong just like his heartbeat is coming back to normal, his calm breathing over you neck now, brushing your thumb over his forehead.

“Feeling better?” You ask, pressing a kiss on his head, as you still cradle him in your arms.

You get a slow nod from him, feeling his thumb brushing over your hip, still slightly holding you, “Yes, thank you.”

That is all that matters to you, because it really doesn’t matter that sometimes you have to stay up a little longer with him to give him some of that peace he searches and aches for so desperately, you could do that again and again, and you’re sure that you will always do, never trading that for something else. Everyone has traumas in this world but you knew even before getting together with him that his trauma was really heavy, that it doesn’t heal in one night, that it takes patience and a lot of time. And you happen to have lots of that.

“Finally feelin’ tired,” he utters, leaving your hips and looking up at you, the golden in his eyes making you feel a wave of warmth over you.

You press another kiss on his forehead, him blinking his eyes slowly at you, like cats would do, “Let’s go to sleep then, alright?” You check in, waiting for him to nod before climbing the bed and then waiting for him to come lay down next to you, under the warm blankets.

You close the distance with him when you press your lips over his, him pulling you even closer with an arm around your waist, your bodies coming together like magnets.

“You are my North Star.” His words fall softly from his lips onto yours, your caress gentle on his beard, “Thank you for always bringing me home.”

“You are my whole universe, Joel.” You reassure him, him sinking a little more on the pillow, and you swear your could see really the whole universe in his eyes.

He presses a kiss on your forehead, hand hovering on your cheek; his thumb brushing on your skin, as your hand goes wrapping around his arm, until reaching his shoulder, rubbing it a bit there.

“Just turn around, babe,” you say softly over his his cheek, leaving a kiss there as you brush away a curl from his eyes, him nodding and being so content about the way you call him “babe”, how it feels so right to him and so endearing.

He does as told, and you soon cocoon on his side, wrapping an arm around him, landing it on his chest, rubbing it a little there, the heartbeat under your palm telling you how finally relaxed he is right now.

And Joel really thinks that he couldn’t ask for more, as he sinks in your hug, sighing at the way you land kisses behind his neck, carefully placing each one with so much tenderness. He never thought he could ever experience such softness again in his life or that he even deserved to have it, as he had thought for such a long time that he wasn’t deserving of that, that somehow no one would have ever dared to be with him.

And that is why he cherishes every single moment, every single joy that he has with you, he puts it in a sacred place carved in his heart, hoping that nothing will ever take that away; being hugged to sleep definitely goes into that place, it is probably his favourite thing, how he can allow himself to let his guard down, and not be in charge of anything, but letting someone else protect him and shield him, both metaphorically and physically.

“I love you so much, Joel.” He feels your words on his neck, your nose brushing on his skin, and his chest reverberates with his answer, “I love you too, darlin’” his words coming out slow and slurred, the sleep having the best of him right now.

He lets himself fall more into your arms, feeling your heartbeat behind his ribcage and for the hundredth night he thanks whoever put you in his path, because life has never been the same ever since and it never will.

And that is the life he’s settling for, a slow life, with easy mornings with shared coffee, patrolling together in the early morning and then coming back home together, him being able to tinker with his stuff and then knowing that at night he will always end up in his safe space, that your arms will always be ready to hug him and bring him home.

[theanonymousninja247]

You. Yes. Keep that. That’s good.

At least once a day, there is a moment where I have the deepest need to climb into his lap, feel those big green arms wrap around me, and just fall apart.

There's something unfair about that.

[neeeooon]

Hii (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I absolutely loved the part 2 of the when they found out they had a kid, and I was wondering, is it possible for you to make a one shot, perhaps a continuation/2nd part for Reo? Like if he tells his current wife about it or not. And what the child feels about him. It's ok if you don't want to I'm just thirsty for Reo content lol. Thank you very much!

YESSS i was so happy to see this req lmao i didn’t think u guys would like those posts SO THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! <3

the past becomes the present

ex-husband/baby-daddy reo! & fem!reader. continuation of reo’s part in this post. reo has a wife and kids. most characters have names

“did you know who i was at the doctor’s office?” reo’s wife, kaori, asked in a trembling voice. she knew her husband was married before, but it was brief and left him heartbroken.

you sank further into your chair under her scrutinizing gaze. there was no doubt in your mind that she was better suited for this life than you. “i didn’t. i knew reo got married again, but i always avoided those photos and articles… i didn’t know until i saw his number on your card.”

when reo hit you with the “i want partial custody,” you’d panicked, thinking he’d use his big, fancy lawyers to force you to submit. though you’d taken the bribe from his parents all those years ago, you put most of it into a sealed account for your son to open when he became an adult. there was only enough for living expenses and things that would give your son a comfortable life, not to blow on expensive lawyers.

“y/n,” reo’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see something sparkling in his violet eyes. grief? hurt? disgust? you didn’t know, but all three were warranted. “i’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about this back then.”

both kaori and you sat up straight in your chairs. “huh?”

“when my parents offered you that deal, when you ran, i should have looked for you to see why you left. all i did was listen to their lies. i had no idea you were pregnant…” he shot a brief look at his wife before reaching over and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “i wouldn’t change anything, though. i have a new life. i’m happy. but now i know i have a son, and i want us to be a part of his life, too.”

you thought back to the three children playing with your son in the waiting room—reo’s daughters—and felt your throat begin to itch. ducking your head, you focused hard on the little string bracelet your son made for you. “i want that, too.” looking up, you felt warm tears dripping down your cheeks as you stared at your ex-husband and his beautiful wife. “but i don’t want to be replaced. i know sota would be happy with your family, but he’s my son, too. he’s all i have, and i know that you could take him without so much as lifting a finger, but please, don’t take him away from me.”

the raw desperation in your voice sent shivers down both mikage’s spines. kaori looked at her husband, then back at you. “y/n…” she sounded softer this time, like you were one of her daughters in need of comfort. “i would never take your son away from you. he’ll have a place here if he wants it, but you are his mother. you’ll always be his mother.”

you were sobbing into your hands by this point, and kaori gave reo’s hand one last squeeze before getting up from her chair and hurrying around the table to hug your shoulders. “why don’t we have that play date now, hm? my girls and your sota. it will be nice for him to get to know his dad a bit, don’t you think?” you held on tight to your ex’s new wife as you managed a small, yes, through your tears.

☆ 🧸

“wow! you’re really good!” your son, sota, exclaimed, eyes sparking, as he watched reo shoot a goal. the mikage’s had an entire floor of their penthouse dedicated to soccer, and since your son was a fan of the sport, reo offered to teach him some moves.

grinning at the praise, reo plucked the ball from the goal and lightly passed it to his son. “why don’t you try?” they continued playing together, your son’s ecstatic laugh reverberating around the room until the sun had dipped past the horizon. reo asked your son if he wanted to stay for dinner, but sota gave you a look that said “bedtime,” so you promised your ex-husband you’d both be back for lunch.

on the drive home, sora dozing off in the backseat, you quietly asked, “did you have fun today? with the girls?”

he hummed sleepily, and you saw him nodding in your rearview mirror. “they’re nice… mommy?”

“yes, baby?” he hesitated for only a moment, but it was long enough to send your fingers tightening around the wheel. “is mr. mikage my dad?”

during the meeting, kaori and reo mentioned wanting to wait until sota was more familiar with them before breaking the news. even you didn’t think your son would catch on so quick. clearing your throat, you forced a chirpy voice as you asked, “what makes you say that, sweetheart?”

sota’s silence made you anxious. then he sighed. “mrs. takeda at school says i have a handsome smile. mr. mikage has it, too.”

for real? he figured it out over a smile? you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. instead, you hummed lightly, trying to remain calm for him. “if he was, how would that make you feel?”

“awesome! mr. mikage is so cool! and ms. kaori and kumi and the twins, too! but they’re not as cool as you, mommy.” he exclaimed, and you could hear him wiggling around in his car seat.

he fell asleep before you got home, giving you enough silence to contemplate how this was your life. you carefully carried and tucked him into bed when you got home and immediately called reo’s new wife.

“is everything okay?” she asked immediately, to which you replied with a shaky sigh. “he knows. i didn’t confirm, but he knows.” it was her turn to release a slow breath. “and his thoughts?”

“he seems happy. he thinks very highly of your family.” you managed a laugh before pausing. “do we tell reo? i know he wanted to have a sit-down with sota soon…”

kaori hummed on the other line. “you didn’t confirm, right? i’ll tell him that sota suspects so he can change up whatever speech he’s planning.” you both laughed then, and you felt strangely… lighter. like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“thank you,” you began slowly. “for everything. i don’t… i don’t deserve any of your kindness.”

“you were young and scared, y/n. what reo’s parents did was wrong, but i would never subject an innocent child to such cruelty. and you’re his mother, someone reo once loved, which means you deserve the benefit of the doubt. plus, i need a mom-friend!” your eyes stung once again, but you forced yourself to remain calm as you thanked kaori and wished her goodnight. part of you would always love reo, but you were so eternally grateful that he found happiness with someone as precious as his new wife.

☆ 🧸

you debated whether or not to give reo and sota privacy for when reo officially broke the news, but your son’s firm grip on your shirt was enough for you to stay. the three of you sat on the ground of reo’s office, your legs tight to your chest as you carefully watched your son’s expressions.

“hi, sota,” reo began with a smile. sota looked between the two of you, and you could tell he was growing scared. scooting closer, you wrapped an arm around his small shoulders and pulled him into your side. “you don’t have to be nervous, baby. we just walk to talk to you about something, that’s all.”

“am i in trouble? are you mad that i said i want you to be my dad?” his bottom lip trembled, wobbling worse when reo’s eyes widened. the man’s mouth opened and closed several times before he finally said, “y-you want that?”

you hugged your son when you felt his breathing speed up. “you’re not in trouble, baby! i promise.”

“he looks mad…”

“i’m not mad,” reo managed in the softest voice he could muster. you knew him well enough to know he was fighting back tears. “i just… i know you only met me recently, but i want to be your dad, too.”

your son’s face lit up. “really?!”

“really.”

“and kumi and the twins can be my sisters?!”

reo was chuckling now. “yes, they’re your sisters.”

“but,” sota paused now to look up at you. “ms. kaori is nice, but i want mommy to be my mommy.” you sucked in a shaky breath and squeezed sota into your side. “oh, baby. don’t worry about that; i’m not going anywhere.”

sota asked to play with his new little sister’s after that, and you watched the four kids run circles around a laughing kaori as she baked cookies for them. “he’s a good kid, y/n.” reo said at your side, and you rubbed your arm with a smile. “you did well.” he didn’t hug you, but you felt engulfed by his words.

blinking back tears, you turned and gave him a small nod. “thank you, reo.”

this is so long but it was SO fun!! reo and reader don't end up together, but i wasn't going to break his family up ❤️‍🩹

[mvst4far]

summer !! i can’t stop thinking abt james kelly ‘n his best friend’s daughter!reader

she’s this pretty little thing who is all pink and bows and ribbons — the picture of innocence. james thinks she’s the sweetest little thing and despite her being a young adult, he tries to keep away from her out of respect for her father.

at the end of the day, he’s just a man who can’t keep his hands to himself :(((

(can i be 🧸 anon :p)

welcome 🧸 anon!! i love this idea for a fic so so much, and i hope it fit your description!

James Kelly x younger!f!reader

SUMMARY: coming back home for summer break from college, James starts seeing you more than his friend's daughter.

WARNINGS: age gap, usage of y/n, piv, unprotected sex, fingering, slight pussy eating, cum, talks you through it, creampie, small praise, soft!dom James, sub!reader and a whole lot of cursing.

WC: i wasn't bothered 😓

"Fuck, man. This car is a load of shit." James scoffs, looking the old, beat up ford up and down with obvious judgement.

Your father, Andrew, smirks and shakes his head in amusement. "Just think about the money, man. Definitely needs some new rims, and the guy said his window doesn't work or somethin' like that." He explains, shrugging his shoulders.

James and your father have been friends way before you were even born. Went to high school together, college then ended up working as mechanics. Therefore, they were practically inseparable.

James spent most of his time at your house, working in the garage or raiding the kitchen. Which was why he watched you grow up, seeing you go through all your different phases of being a teenager. And when you left for college, he didn't expect you to come back so... mature.

After spending several hours in the garage, working on the old beat up car, the garage door swung open with you standing there. Both men's eyes flickered up to meet yours, a smile immediately appearing on your dad's face.

He quickly wiped the grease off his hands with a small cloth, wrapping his arms around you and trapping you in a tight embrace. "You didn't tell me you were coming back." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Surprise!" You shrug your shoulders, wrapping your arms around your father in response.

A few seconds go by and your father finally releases you from his tight hug, letting you reunite with James after a year of being away. Your father playfully ruffles your hair and leaves the garage, muttering something about getting water.

"Jamie," You acknowledge him with a small nod of your head, smiling faintly. It wasn't weird for you to have a nickname for him, due to calling him that ever since you first learned to talk.

It took a moment for James to respond back, his eyes wandering over your figure. Your mini skirt hugged perfectly around your thighs, the pink ribbon bows in your hair and that pure smile tugged at your lips. Your appearance screamed innocence, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was just for show.

"Y/n," He finally acknowledges you, gulping down whatever sexual thoughts he had. "Since when did you grow up? Last time I saw you, you were an awkward eighteen year old girl."

You chuckle at his comment, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah, I know." You mumble, taking a small step closer. "People change over a year." You explain, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yeah, I see that..." James mutters, his eyes trailing over you once more before clearing his throat. "Don't try to grow up so fast, alright?" He states with a smirk, going back to changing the tires on the car.

God, this would be a challenge having to stay away from you.

౨ৎ

Later that night, James was currently standing in the kitchen, drinking from a freshly cold beer bottle. For the past few hours, James had been trying his best to keep a distance from you. Out of respect for your father, of course.

If it weren't for being best friend's with your father, he probably would've already fucked you stupid. Though, that could never happen. The risks of your father catching you two in the act would be a night-

"Jamie?" Your voice snapped James out of his thoughts, his eyes flickering over to yours.

He had to restrain himself from looking over your body again, especially since you were wearing tiny pajama shorts. "Yeah?" He responds back, his voice a little strained.

"It's like past eleven, what are you still doing here?" You ask, taking a small step closer.

James bit the inside of his cheek as he noticed you inching closer, but he remained calm. "Dunno. Felt like having a beer." He shrugs.

You flinched a little at his nonchalance but nodded. "Oh, okay... well, I'm heading to bed, so I just wanted to say goodnight."

He watches as you turned around and headed out of the kitchen, but his mind was screaming at him to stop you.

Fuck. Was he really going to let his thoughts win him over?

No. He couldn't.

You're his best friend's daughter, this is wrong.

...

But James is a weak, weak man.

"Hey, wait a minute." He calls out for you, placing the beer bottle on the kitchen counter as he steps forward.

You slowly came to a halt, turning back around to face him as you waited for him to speak.

James sighs heavily and hesitantly takes another few steps forward, gently pushing you up against the counter.

"Be quiet, alright?" He mutters, leaving you confused.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

The kiss started out soft and hesitant before you started kissing back, tilting your head to the side to deepen it. James' hands find your waist, tugging your body flush against his.

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Soon enough, James traps you beneath him on your queen size bed. His lips were attached to your neck, his hips grinding against yours for some sort of friction. James' hands travel across your fabricated body, sliding underneath your pajama shorts and feeling your wetness beneath your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me." He mutters breathlessly, curling his fingers underneath your panties and sticking two fingers inside of you. A desperate moan came from your lips, back arching off the bed as he plumps his fingers in and out of you.

"Sshh," James hushes, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Can't have your dad hearing you, right?"

You shook your head, forcing yourself to quiet down. "N-no..." Your response was quick and short, almost a struggle to get out.

James smirks against your skin, lifting his head back up. "Good girl." He mutters before pressing his lips against yours again, picking up the pace with his fingers buried deep inside of you.

It wasn't long until you were coating his fingers in your sticky residue, due to his soft praises bringing you closer to the edge. James' fingers leave your hole with a shiver running down your spine, watching him lick and suck the cum from his fingers just made you even wetter.

He quickly removes his and your clothes from each of your bodies, discarding each and every fabric somewhere on the floor. He uses his hands to spread your thighs apart, aligning his tip leaking pre-cum to your pink pussy.

His slick cock pushes inside of you gently, letting you get used to his large size. Once you gave him a nod of encouragement, he began thrusting in and out of you with the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling his ears.

"God, you're so tight." He groans, his eyebrows furrowing. "And so fuckin' wet for me." He adds, watching your tits bounce with every thrust.

James continues to fuck you ruthlessly, your strained, quiet whimpers egging on his arousal. "C'mon, baby," He praises, "Cum for me. Cum for Jamie, alright?"

He leans down and nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck, holding your hips for support as his movements start becoming a little more sloppy.

"Ahh... James─oh, fuck." You whimper breathlessly, his dick hitting your g-spot continuously which made you come undone.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes..." You whine as his hot seed shoots inside of you, filling you full. You coat his dick white, leaving it slick and sticky as he pulls out of you.

James sits up on his knees and looks down at your glistening clit, your stretched out hole filled up completely with both of yours releases. Without warning, he leans down and buries his face between your thighs─licking your pussy clean. His tongue swirls around your folds, transferring each of yours juices into his mouth and swallowing it whole.

Once he was done licking and sucking you clean, he sits back up and stares at your vulnerable body completely open to him.

He knew that he was supposed to feel guilty, but he couldn't resist you.

Your younger and perfect body was exactly what he needed.

[sweetdispatch]

Who’s the boy? - C. Bedard

Next door hearts pairing: Connor Bedard x Hughes!reader summary: It's summer time and you need to face your brothers and admit to them who's your mysterious boyfriend warning: swear word note: finally the longer version! feel free to send more ideas to this AU🧸

Knowing that you’re gonna return to Chicago, you packed only essentials. All the clothes have at home and there’s no need to bring more. You were thankful that your parents helped you to rent an apartment and you don’t have to take all your belongings back home to bring them back after summer. Connor drove you to the airport and you felt bizarre. It was the first time in the 5 months since you knew each other you'll be apart for more than two weeks. 

“I don’t know if I want to go home” You admitted and Connor looked at you surprised.

“Why? I thought you miss your family” 

“I do but… I would love to spend these free months with you without worrying about our schedules” You sighed. 

“Hey” Connor grabbed your hand. “We’ll be back together soon. You can’t prioritisering me over your family. Look, you have to return in the middle of August to Chicago, I’ll fly there too and we can spent my last free weeks together” 

“I can’t ask you to do that. You have to spend as much time as you have with your family” You protested.

“It’s my decision and I already made up my mind about it” Connor said and you laughed.

“You’re ridiculous” You looked at him with love in your eyes. 

You walked out of the car and Connor went to grab your suitcase. You hugged him tightly and kissed him goodbye. You knew that you two would talk every single day for the next couple of months but you still didn’t want to leave him. You were well aware that you’ll miss him but that was also a learning experience for you. The whole time you were in the plane, you were thinking about your relationship with Connor and how to tell it to your brothers.

Thankfully, your parents came to pick you up from the airport and not your brothers. You ran towards them and hugged them. In all the craziness, you forgot about your parents and how much you missed them. You were excited to cook with your mom and golf with your dad. In the car, you break the news to them.

“I met a guy in Chicago and he asked me to be his girlfriend so basically I’m in a relationship” You said and your mum turned to face you.

“That’s amazing sweetie! Why didn't you bring him with you?” You mum asked and before you could answer your dad spoke. 

“I bet he’s a hockey player since you were working for them” You knew he said this as a joke but he was right.

“He is a hockey player and he wanted to spend time with his family” The car stopped at a red light and your dad turned to face you.

“Which one?” He said and you couldn’t recognize his voice. 

“Connor Bedard” Your dad turned away his eyes back on the road. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m happy for you…” Before he could finish, your mum spoke.

“We’re happy for you and we can’t wait to meet him. Did you tell your brothers?”

“No and I’m scared to do it. You know how protective they are” Your mum laughed. 

“That’s their job, they’re your brothers and they don’t want you to get hurt” 

“I know, can you not tell them? I want to do it by myself when the time is right” 

“Sure sweetie but it’s better to do it fast before they’ll figure it out by themselves” Your mum said and you nodded. 

The rest of the drive you were telling your parents about Chicago and how life looks there. Before you could see, you already parked in the driveway and you left the car. You took a deep breath and walked into the house. Your brothers ran to the door to question you about your last instagram post but your mum stopped them. 

“Give her a break, she just arrived” You smiled at her and took your suitcase to your room. 

You laid in the bed and started thinking about how to break the news to your brothers. For now, you decided to keep your mouth shut. You thought to yourself that tomorrow you’ll tell them about everything. For now, you need to rest. You send a quick message to Connor that you’re at home. 

The next day, you woke up and decided to go for a run. It was your tradition during summer. Around 9AM, you left the house and after an hour you returned. You saw that your parents' car is not in the driveway which meant you’re alone with your brothers. The first thing after you opened the door was the smell of breakfast. Your brothers are up and you can’t escape them. Slowly, you walked into the kitchen and felt all eyes on you. 

“How was Chicago?” That's the first question you heard from Quinn when you entered the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. You took a sip before you spoke.

“Great! I love the city and the job and…” You didn't finish your sentence because Jack interrupted you.

“Later you’ll tell us about it. We have more important things to discuss. What does the caption mean under your post?” Jack asked you.

“Umm… I meant that I fell in love with the city” You lied and judging by their faces, you knew they’re not buying this.

“Bullshit, tell the truth” Luke said and you were surprised at this outburst. You expected this from Jack, even Quinn but not Luke.

“Okay I have a boyfriend. Happy?” You were done with this conversation already and it hasn't even started. You walked out and started going upstairs. Your brothers followed you.

“Who’s the boy?” Quinn asked you and you took a deep breath.

“He’s my neighbour, his name is Connor” You told them, trying not to share the news that he’s a hockey player and keep it simple thinking that they’ll drop the topic. You entered your room to take clothes. 

“Like Connor Bedard? The one from the Blackhawks?” Jack asked you and you cursed under your nose. Of course they’ll connect that you said to them that you live next to the hockey player and work with the team.

“Yes” You confirmed and turned away to go into the bathroom.

“I’m cool with that” Luke replied and you looked shocked at him. That was not the reaction you expected from him, especially after his outburst earlier.

“Me too, he looks like a good guy” Quinn said it back and you froze in spot. You expected screaming from their side and they just accepted it. This felt bizarre for you.

“He better treat you right or I won’t be too careful on the ice towards him” Jack said and you laughed. Now that was the reaction you expected. 

“I’ll tell him that but Connor is treating me right. We’ve been friends for the past 5 months before he asked me to be his girlfriend. Actually he planned a super cute day for me before he even asked me the question. I’ve never been in such awe of a man” You replied, still replaying the day in your head.

“That's the most important thing, but as Jack said, he better not hurt you because we might not be too careful on the ice next time playing against Chicago” Quinn said and hugged you. You smiled, grateful that your brothers accepted Connor but also scared of them playing against Blackhawks next season. 

“Thanks guys, I appreciate it” You smiled at them. It wasn’t as scary as you thought. Went better than expected. 

“When can we meet him?” Jack asked out of nowhere. 

“Probably during the season” 

“Invite him over here, we need to meet him” Quinn said and you didn’t know what to say. 

“I don’t want to take away his time with his family” 

“Just a weekend. I bet he’ll be happy to see you” Jack said and you thought about it for a minute.

“I’ll talk with him later, okay?” All three of them nodded. “Can I take a shower now?” 

“Yes but don’t you think that you’ll get away with telling us how Chicago had been treating you” Luke replied and all of them left your room. You smiled to yourself.

[cameronsbabydoll]

bitchy reader? stripper reader? pogue turned kook reader? perv reader? tall reader? model reader? maneater reader? black reader? dolphin coded reader? eccentric reader? karen smith reader?

here are some of the ideas i had!

🧸 baby!bear!reader

“you don’t know what the real world’s like,” rafe growls. “and you won’t—because i’m gonna keep you mine.”

pouty, clingy, easily overwhelmed. wears fuzzy slippers and oversized hoodies.

always asking for hugs. cries when people raise their voices.

rafe’s obsessed with how she’s helpless without him. how she turns into a mess when he’s gone.

the kind to call him “daddy” unironically (or without realizing how loaded that is).

she keeps stickers in her phone case and always makes him coffee too sweet.

he buys her a pacifier necklace as a joke. she wears it for real.

🦢 swan!reader (graceful but secretly lonely rich girl)

“you act like nothing touches you,” rafe says, eyes low. “but i see the cracks.”

aloof. elegant. always put-together.

everyone thinks she’s cold—but really she’s just scared of being too much.

her mom raised her to sit up straight, smile, and never cry in public.

rafe’s the only one who sees her fall apart.

he starts calling her “princess” but not in a cute way. in a "don't pretend you're better than me" way.

she lets him mess her up in his car and cries when she gets home.

🐈‍⬛ kitten!reader

“mmf—rafey,” you mumble, clinging to his hoodie sleeve, “don’t wanna be mad at you anymore…”

lazy and sleepy and always curled up in a sunny corner.

whines when she doesn’t get attention. chews her lip.

gets bratty when ignored. melts when praised.

he calls her “needy little thing” with a smirk and carries her around like she weighs nothing.

the kind to text “:3” unironically

needs help with everything—doors, zippers, decisions. he loves it.

🍓 strawberry!reader (cottagecore-coded & naive)

“he scares me,” you whisper. “but he brings me jam.”

wears long cotton dresses, bakes, knits, lives like a little housewife even though she’s not married.

keeps a garden. cries when people step on flowers.

everyone underestimates her because she’s sweet. but rafe sees the real her. the repressed one.

he makes her pick strawberries with him and says it’s innocent. then ruins her behind the shed.

she still sends him off with homemade pie, even if she’s crying when she waves.

👼 angel!reader

“don’t you ever get tired of pretending you’re pure?” rafe breathes into your ear.

quiet, soft, well-mannered. catholic school girl vibes but make it dark.

wears a little gold cross. acts untouched. might actually be untouched.

rafe’s obsessed with corrupting her—physically, emotionally, spiritually.

he pretends to “confess” things just to hear her say “i forgive you.”

she tries to fight temptation. but rafe is temptation.

bonus if she’s dating someone “good”—and cheats with rafe behind the church pews.

🐝 bee!reader (sweet but stings)

“you’re cute,” rafe tells you, brushing honey off your lip. “until you open that little mouth.”

sweet voice. sweeter smile. says the meanest shit.

calls herself “just a little honeybee” while lying through her teeth.

brings him treats but talks shit behind his back.

always in yellow. little hair bows. glitter lip gloss.

she stings the second she feels insecure.

rafe finds her crying in her car with mascara running and swears he’s never seen anyone so pretty.

he calls her “sweet sting” when he’s high.

🐤 baby!chick!reader (new money, new town, doesn’t fit in yet)

“you’re not like the other kooks,” he says.

“i don’t know what i am yet,” you whisper.

moved to figure eight recently. everything’s new, and she’s a little too loud, a little too flashy, and trying too hard.

wears knockoff brands and still calls it “supper.”

cries when girls talk over her at brunch.

rafe thinks she’s funny. adorable. breakable.

takes her under his wing. shows her “how things work here.”

tells her what to wear, what to say, who to talk to.

she thinks he’s helping. he’s training her.

🐍 snake!reader (manipulative pretty girl who plays dumb)

“you knew what you were doing,” rafe says through clenched teeth.

“i’m just a girl,” you pout. “girls don’t know things.”

always in crop tops and lip liner. knows the way her voice sounds when she says “please.”

people think she’s shallow. she is. but also: dangerous.

lies like she breathes. always looking up at him through lashes.

rafe hates how much he likes it. how much she gets under his skin.

starts rumors about herself just to see what spreads.

always wins the game. until she gets attached.

he finds her crying in his bathroom and says, “you’re not as heartless as you pretend.”

🦦 capybara!reader (unbothered baby girl who minds her business)

“you never care about anything,” he snaps.

“i care about my peace,” you shrug.

emotionally stable, drinks herbal tea, ignores chaos.

stays calm in literally every situation.

rafe storms in yelling and she’s like “ok but do you want dinner or not”

always has a face mask on. always vibing.

gives him silent treatment that actually works.

posts unbothered photos and lets people go insane in the comments.

gets called “zen” but she’s just so tired.

🐚 clam!reader (quiet pretty girl with a locked heart)

“open up to me,” rafe demands.

“why?” you blink. “so you can use it against me later?”

doesn’t overshare. doesn’t oversmile.

wears minimal jewelry and has perfect nails.

reads poetry books but never talks about them.

rafe wants to crack her open. wants to know what she dreams about.

she kisses him like she’s apologizing for something.

he gets jealous of anyone she talks to—even though she says almost nothing.

when she finally tells him something real, he panics. he’s not used to deserving her.

🐟 goldfish!reader (spacey, soft, short memory, pretty like a tank pet)

“you forgot your name again?” rafe teases.

“no… i just forgot yours,” you grin.

airy voice. sparkly eyes. constantly confused.

always asking questions like “have we met?” (they have.)

wears lip gloss and beaded bracelets.

rafe teases her but memorizes every answer she gives.

brings a tote bag full of snacks to class. offers him gummy bears during a quiz.

everyone thinks she’s ditzy, but rafe realizes she sees everything in her own blurry way.

[astro-rainbow777]

💐🌸 𝓣𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 🧸🌱

♉︎ - Happy Taurus Season Everyone!!! In honor of Taurus season, I am continuing the signs through the houses series. I hope y’all enjoy my findings & this post serves you well. Thanks so much for all of the support! Happy Spring & Upcoming Beltane to the Pagan Community <3

🌸 Taurus in the First House ~ Taurus on the ascendant is the embodiment of peace, calm and pleasure. These natives aren’t the most outgoing but leave such a comfortable and cozy first impression. They don’t say more than needs to be said, however they are unlikely to turn down a conversation. They have a soft and natural beauty about them and strong familial values. They enjoy the finer things, have a clean aesthetic and a “rich” aura. Many of them are shorter or more petitie in size, have a pleasing and smooth voice and kind eyes. However, if you mess with the bull, you’ll get the horns! Being on the opposing end of Scorpio, when they cut you off, it is completely. Good luck getting back into their lives because they are a closed book. Why y’all always smell good? Fr tho

🐂 Taurus in the Second House ~ Here the sign is in its ruling house, they do very well in saving their money, are picky about what they eat and indulge in the material pleasures of life. They value loyalty, commitment, stability and security - not to mention their love fashion & the arts. They will tell you they have the most exquisite taste, you would find it very difficult to change their mind. They hold up strong values and morales, what they know to be right and wrong is the truth. This is a very secure personality, they are very comfortable with their bodies, and have a healthy sense of worth and self love. Honestly such a healthy placement - as someone with NO earth in their chart - muhbenaaaace

💰 Taurus in the Third House ~ These natives find security and peace in their childhood homes, where they grew up, the memories of their cousins and siblings. They could be the most stable or the least stable out of their siblings. The way they think, learn and communicate is slow and methodical. They take their time in studying new topics, preferring to stay on the surface of a topic. They may have an artistic and beautiful singing voice, or maybe the way they speak is just very polite and sweet. They were raised with manners and this makes them very charming. They can have a liking for music that moves at a slower pace, classical music, or just a more elegant taste in art.

🥘 Taurus in the Fourth House ~ Their family could be a source of stability and security for them. The mom, mother figure or more feminine role model can be the bread winner in the family, her love language could be gifts, an amazing cook, and give a lot of hugs 🫂 They have stable emotions, it takes a lot to emotionally sway them. It may end up bothering people who try to get an emotional reaction from them because of this. They can be the most grounded one in their family. Their family may view them as realistic, practical and reliable. Family is what gives them sanction from the world.

💝 Taurus in the Fifth House ~ They express them selves in a very material type of way, their flex is their finances. These natives take a lot of pride in what they have...this usually comes from a place of having to work really hard for their things. They love the natural look, minimalist, they like long lasting, high quality, practical fashion. To them that is the best statement to make. They don’t like that trash to treasure look their tastes are refined. They will shower their kids with the finer things and really enjoy providing for them - this will be their love language. They aren’t huge adrenaline junkies and enjoy more grounded, chill hobbies. They definitely don’t mind being alone and love their down time at home…on the couch…snacks…naps…repeat.

🐻 Taurus in the 6th ~ These natives prefer a slow start to their daily routine, and enjoy a slow paced job, with chill yet organized coworkers. The workplace must be something that they don’t hate… because if they hate it and it stresses them out just thinking of going, they won’t work there. Period. They need low maintenance pets as these individuals are very independent in nature. It’s important for their day job to be a place of peace and pleasure for them, and once they are comfortable, it’s gonna be hard to get them to leave. Their job can provide them with sooooo much stability if they have a good one.

🍨 Taurus in the 7th ~ Wining and Dining with your loved ones! Shopping sprees, luxurious and high quality partners. With the ones they love the most, they spoil, eat and they just want to be lazy with them honestly. They want their relationships to be a place of peace for them. It’s important that their partner can support themselves and is stable on their own. It will just cause them stress if they are constantly worrying about having to take care or mommy their partner. It’s possible that they can stay with someone out of fear of the unknown/change, even tho they don’t like them or it’s not working anymore.

🌷 Taurus in the Eighth House ~ Cycles related to self esteem, self worth, and supporting themselves. Honestly, this is a really hard placement to have- they may have times where they stay in ab*sive relationships because they can’t support themselves financially or they are too uncomfortable alone. However, the eighth house is notorious for taking your greatest fear/weakness and turning it into their super power. You just have to get through those lessons and take those leaps of faith to unlock that power and hidden potential! They like to engage in their senses when they’re intimate with their partners and prefer slow love making rather than the raw primal stuff.

🪴 Taurus in the Ninth House ~ These people can be a little fixed in their beliefs, their spiritual beliefs/religion can be a source stability and sanction for them. If they aren’t necessarily spiritual- they could just have a specific philosophy or lifestyle that they stick to. What I admire about these individuals, is they know exactly what they want. When they travel, it has to be somewhere where they know exactly what to expect, somewhere that won’t give them anxiety, and probably a more luxurious staycation type of experience. They could also enjoy a nice nature walk with their loved ones.

👛 Taurus in the Tenth House ~ Every single person I have met with this placement neeeeeed a stable job, they will not leave a job if it provides them with the type of lifestyle they desire. It doesn’t really matter what they are doing for their career as long as it aligns with their values. Their dad/father figure could have been the sole provider and could have made a huge impact on their reputation. This is definitely a daddies money placement 💀 - sorry if that’s triggering for anyone lol. The father figure could be super down to earth and chill, enjoy cooking or just be way too overly indulgent in a negative manifestation.

👒 Taurus in the Eleventh House ~ Is the stay at home friend, doesn’t like to get out of their comfort zone to meet new people. Much likely to want to stay inside and bond with their community in a space that is familiar and inviting to them. Their community could be their sanction and be the most stable part of their lives. They enjoy cooking and creating art for their friends. Anything to bring peace to their homies senses! For their friends, the Taurus eleventh house native’s place is a home away from home. How special 🥹

👄 Taurus in the Twelfth House ~ When it comes to matters of the twelfth house, spirituality, isolation, ect. - these individuals may like to keep things light and on the surface. They are comfortable being alone, in fact they consider it to be comfortable and safe. Their spirituality isn’t something they spend time questioning, and they could be very comfortable with the unknown, they enjoy their own curious nature. They are endearing to their own selves, however sometimes their sense of worth could be confusing. They may have a hard time understanding their own values and morals, preferring to just go with the flow, everyday they are a new person trying on different personalities, hobbies and styles! The possibilities are endless! It’s quite an interesting placement. One more thing….secret indulgences…the silent snacker

Smell ya later!

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Can you do a part 3 of baby daddy rafe where reader is finally about to leave but rafe breaks down and begs her to stay and not to take Ellie away?

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baby daddy!rafe x reader

| summary | he can't lose you...

warnings: begging, emotional manipulation

a/n: loved this concept 🤭 this technically isn't a part 3, it's more of an alternate ending to part 1 that can be read independently from part 2 (does that make sense?) hope you all like it and keep sending me your great ideas!!!

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The suitcase was heavier than you remembered. Maybe because this time, it wasn’t just filled with clothes—it was filled with finality.

Ellie’s tiny sneakers tapped against the hardwood floor as she hugged her stuffed bunny close, completely unaware of the weight pressing on your chest.

You inhaled deeply, steadying yourself before speaking. “Ellie, baby, can you go get your jacket for mommy?”

She nodded, her golden curls bouncing as she ran off. The moment she disappeared down the hall, you braced yourself for what was coming next.

“I already told you, Rafe.” You turned to face him, your grip tightening on the suitcase handle. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Rafe stood in the doorway, his broad frame blocking your way, his face unreadable—except for his eyes. They were wild, desperate, like he couldn’t decide whether to be angry or heartbroken.

His jaw clenched. “You’re not taking my daughter away from me.”

You let out a breathless laugh, bitter and exhausted. “What else am I supposed to do? Stay and pretend like everything’s fine? That you don’t disappear for hours? That I don’t—” Your voice wavered, and you looked away, blinking hard. “That I don’t feel like I’m just waiting for you to become the man I need you to be?”

Rafe ran a hand through his already messy hair, stepping closer. “I—fuck, I know I’ve messed up. I know, okay?” His voice cracked, the anger slipping, leaving only rawness behind. “But you don’t get to just—just leave.”

He was pleading now, not demanding.

Your stomach twisted painfully. “I’m not doing this for me, Rafe. I’m doing it for Ellie. She needs stability, and I—”

“She needs me,” he interrupted, stepping closer, eyes glassy. “She needs us.”

His hands shook as they reached for yours, covering them where they gripped the suitcase handle. His touch was warm, familiar. “Please, baby.” The nickname was whispered, choked. “Don’t do this."

Your resolve faltered when his knees hit the floor.

You had never seen Rafe Cameron kneel for anything in his life.

His head dropped against your stomach, his arms wrapping around your waist so tightly it was almost suffocating. But you didn’t push him away.

“I don’t know how to do this without you,” he admitted, voice muffled against your sweater. “You’re everything, okay? You and Ellie are everything.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them.

You wanted to be strong. You wanted to be firm. But the way he clung to you—like he was terrified you’d vanish if he let go—made every wall you built crack.

“I don’t trust you, Rafe,” you whispered, your fingers hesitantly threading through his hair. “I don’t know if I ever will again.”

His grip tightened. “Then let me earn it back. Please, baby.”

Ellie’s small footsteps echoed from the hallway, and you knew you had seconds to make a choice.

Leave, like you planned. Or stay, and let him prove that he could be the man he swore he could be.

Your heart broke either way.