#juliet x amelia

[honeyedache]

It would be ludicrous for Juliet to not be nervous - but still the confident young Lady Thorpe was more than prepared for her debut. It had been replayed in her dreams ever since she could dearly remember - and so far, with her looking as dazzling as she did, it was going quite well. Simple manners spoke to her going over to see the Constress Amelia, sensing her quiet nerve. "My Lady Countess - how are you faring well? Are you quite excited for tonight?" Juliet asked with a pleasant smile on her face. "Dreadful perfume on that one, I know. Let us hope she does not come near us for the entirety of the evening. I am quite sure of the plentiful amount of debuts this year - after all, this is quite the year for it, with the war having now ended." She spoke. "You look radiant, Countess, absolutely radiant."

open to: everyone

location: throne room, buckingham palace

Butterflies have taken up residence in her stomach and they need to cease and desist at once. Amelia's gone through a Season before, she knows what to expect. There's no reason for her to be so nervous yet nervous she is. She resolutely ignores the fact that this is her first Season as the Ruling Countess; that all eyes will be on her. Waiting for her to slip up, to make a faux pas. Scandal would destroy the House of Hermance and everything Papa worked for will be naught but ash.

Amelia will never give them the satisfaction of seeing her slip; she was Papa's shadow for a reason. She hides a grimace behind her fan as a heavily perfumed woman passes by. Waving her fan slightly to waft away the perfume scent, she sighs softly to herself; already ready for this to be over with. "Do you suppose there will be many debuts this year?" She quietly murmurs to the person on her left.

[pupsmailbox]

WEIRDCORE ID PACK

NAMES︰ abigail. abyss. achlys. adam. adelaide. adeline. agatha. agnes. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. amelia. angel. annabelle. apparition. arch. archie. arthur. atticus. aud. augustus. babel. babylon. barren. beatrice. benedict. benjamin. blanc. bliss. bubbles. bug. bunny. cain. calvin. cassian. cassius. catherine. cecilia. celeste. charlotte. chimera. clara. clementine. cloudi. cloudy. crow. dahlia. daisy. daphne. darcy. daze. deja. delusion. dorothy. dove. dream. echo. eleanor. elizabeth. emily. enigma. ernest. error. eve. evelyn. exite. eyes. felicity. felix. flaw. flower. gideon. glitch. glitchy. graham. harriet. hattie. haven. haze. hazel. henry. hmone. hollis. hugo. hun. illusion. imogen. inara. ink. iris. itzal. ivy. izhi. jane. juliet. juno. jupiter. kai. kasumi. kasumu. ka’awa. kgodi. kiri. kohu. kora. lilione. link. lucy. lulu. luminal. mabel. margaret. mars. matilda. matrix. mazin. meglena. mercury. miglė. mihika. mirage. misty. mok. mold. moon. moss. moth. muggur. nameless. nebula. neptune. niara. nihari. nihilo. nihira. nirav. nix. nobody. noir. noire. noiresse. noirette. nostalgesse. nostalgette. nothing. nox. ocula. odditie. olive. oliver. olivia. orion. oytuman. penelope. phoebe. pluto. poppy. portal. pujoq. raven. rinan. rinku. rūkas. salem. sanoe. saturn. senka. serene. shroom. shrum. shunya. sierra. sky. smile. socket. sophie. spook. spookie. spooky. spotty. stitch. sugar. sumu. sunny. suong. taktuq. telle. terhi. theodore. thoka. tomanbikä. tooth. tripp. tuban. unknown. usva. vacara. vacio. vega. venus. victoria. vivian. void. vortex. walter. xihir. yogiri. zero. zeta.

PRONOUNS︰ [redacted]/[redacted]. abandon/abandon. backroom/backroom. being/being. bizarre/bizarre. blank/blank. blur/blur. clock/clock. cloud/cloud. creature/creature. daze/daze. deja/vu. deranged/deranged. dim/dim. dizzy/dizzie. dream/dream. eerie/eerie. empty/empty. entity/entity. error/error. eye/eye. familiar/familiar. float/float. flower/flower. fog/fog. forget/forget. glitch/glitch. gone/gone. gray/gray. haze/haze. hush/hushe. it/it. ix/ix. jpeg/jpeg. lim/liminal. liminal/liminal. lost/lost. miss/missing. mush/shroom. no/exit. nostal/nostalgia. nostalgia/nostalgia. null/null. o/o. odd/odd. one/one. rem/ember. shush/shushe. space/spacey. stat/static. static/static. strange/strange. stuck/stuck. surreal/surreal. tele/vision. th?y/th?m. that/thatthing. thing/thing. thon/thon. tooth/tooth. tv/tv. un/canny. un/un. uncanny/uncanny. vague/vague. voi/void. void/void. vor/tex. watcher/watcher. weird/weird. where?/where?. x/x. yellow/yellow. zero/zero. ⏺️ . ☁️ . ⚪️ . ⚫️ . ❓ . ❔ . 🌁 . 🌫️ . 🏚️ . 👁️ . 👤 . 💨 . 💭 . 🔇 . 🔲 . 🔳 . 🕳️ . 🗝️ . 😶‍🌫️ . 🚪 .

[thehollywoodfameshow]

DAD MODE ACTIVATED!

After leaving a late night Romeo & Juliet dress rehearsal for the West End production, Tom Holland (27) was escorted out of the side door of the theatre with his daughter Amelia (1) and bodyguard, Jack English, when a crowd ensured outside the Duke of York. A sea of both paparazzi and fans swarmed Holland with English carrying the young toddler he shares with Stranger Things actress, Natalia Dyer (29).

While the crowd's primary focus seemed to be a distraught Tom, his bodyguard carrying his elder child got separated from the actor and was able to break away from the crowd to get the toddler to safety. Sources claim that Holland was swarmed to the point where security was trying to pull the actor out from the mass of bodies surrounding him. While some fans were attempting to deescalate the situation, paparazzi were claimed to be 'shoving' and 'extremely forceful' to try and get a shot of the actor.

In the struggle, Tom was struck on the head with what sources claim was the corner of a phone case. Holland's younger brother, Harry Holland (25) who works as Tom's personal assistant, came out of the side door of the theatre in a panic to grab his brother from the crowd as English came back for the pair. Tom was then ushered into a black SUV until paramedics arrived. Clearing the scene, the police were called to the assault as Tom was carted out by paramedics to treat the bleeding head wound.

Sources reached out to Holland's team for a statement and in response they said, "All involved in the incident are safe and being treated accordingly. What happened to Tom, his daughter, and his team is sickening and should never have happened. We will now be taking extra precautionary measures to ensure that nothing like this ever happens again."

Fans took to X to share their disgust at the actions of both paparazzi and fans outside of the London theatre writing: "YOU CANNOT CALL YOURSELF A FAN IF YOU'RE MAULING HIM AND HIS CHILD JUST TO GET A F***ING PICTURE! DO BETTER!" and "How SICK can you be to attack a father and his 1 year old outside his place of work? Did you not see how scared he was??? How he was just making sure his DAUGHTER was safe??? And you expect him to stop for pictures for anyone now????? Shame on you ALL who thought this was ok."

Tom's West End debut of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet begins this Saturday, May 11 and will run for twelve weeks this summer. A source close to the Holland family claims that Natalia is taking a short hiatus from filming the final season of Stranger Things to meet the family in London along with their newborn twin boys.

Our thoughts are with the Holland family at this time.

[lievmultimuses2]

PSYCH // JULIET O’HARA

@imxthexhandler​​ asked: 

“we  protect  people  that  need  help.”

"Yeah... i know is just sometimes it doesn’t really feel like we done much to help the people.” Juliet told her best friend as she walked towards her desk, this week was supposed to be great, having Amelia in the city was something really exciting yet here they were with a case that could had gone much better.

[romancemedia]

Couples Ship Names (5)

[drwhoboards]

Doctor Who moodboard: Amy Pond/Martha Jones - Romeo & Juliet (requested by: anon)

[intomusings]

﹒﹒   female   names   masterlist     !

in honor of my second milestone on here , i’ve decided to release a master list of 400+ female names i personally love and think could be used more in the community . this was also requested by a few anons and names will be added to the list frequently . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter category . if you found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to spread this !

A : aurianna, addison, alannah, allegra, alina, alma, andra, avril, abella, arizona, annalise, amelia, aspen, alejandra, ayla, ales, alessia, anessa, asia, aline, adrienne, avery, armani, adaline, arden. 

B : blaire, brooke, brooklyn, bruna, bettina, bianca, becca, bella, bonnie, brielle, blake, bodhi, beverly, bambi, bronte, billie, briar, bria, birdie, brighton. 

C : catalina, cerise, celeste, celene, carson, camila, cecilia, callista, cadence, cassie, carmen, cali, charlie, camryn, camille, clara, claudete, chantel, chachi, capri, cove, chanel. 

D : diana, devi, dylan, daphne, dani, delphine, dahlia, delia, darcy, dawn, davina, dove, daisy, delaney, dua, darya, delilah, dixie, dior, dulce, dina, dayana. 

E : ember, eloisa, eleonora, emara, elena, esme, emery, emmeline, elsa, eva, evie, emmy, estelle, esther, evelyn, erin, eliana, everly, emerson, elle, ezra, eiza, eden. 

F : florence, franny, fiorella, faith, fiona, faye, farrah, freya, fern, flor, frankie. 

G : giulia, giulianna, georgia, ginny, grecia, giselle, genevieve, gabbie, grace, genie, gaia, giada, gemma, geles, genele, gia, gwendolyn, geneva, gracen. 

H : hazel, holland, helena, harlow, haven, hera, haley, houda, heidi, hana, harley, honey, hera. 

I : isobel, ivana, irma, irina, isadora, imogen, isla, ivy, inessa, ibiza, irelynn, iliana, ilana, indya. 

J : juliet, jayden, jordyn, jelena, jodie, jennie, jade, jesy, josie, june, jada, jemmye, jacey, janelle, juniper, jayla, jaliah, jewel, jane, johanna, jolie.

K : kendall, kensington, kennedy, katya, karlie, katerina, kailani, koral, kai, kaia, karma, kinsley, kylie, karina, korinna, karla, kemi, kate, kerigan, kali, kiyomi, kouvr. 

L : lourdes, leandra, london, lucia, luisa, logan, lena, leonora, larissa, lydia, lorelai, lylah, lettie, lottie, lalisa, luna, lara, lia, lorena, livia, layla, leighton, lyra, lola, lainey, laurel, luella, lumi. 

M : maricela, mariana, maeve, mabel, mila, marbella, maia, melody, mimi, monet, malauna, mira, mallory, millie, marla, mia, marvela, marni, madelaine, maleia, magnolia, maren. 

N : nilsa, nutsa, nini, naomi, noa, nevlyn, nathaly, nicolette, nadira, nicola, nova, nany, nala, niaye, nyla, noelle, nathalie, 

O : olympia, orianthi, octavia, opal, oriana, ophelia, orion, oakley, odessa, odette, odelia. 

P : paola, paris, peyton, phebe, priyanka, paislee, paloma, pandora, parvati, piper, perla, pearl, pia, priya, pilar, paxon. 

Q : quinn, quintessa. 

R : rowan, rylie, rosalie, roslyn, raquel, rose, reign, renata, raegan, reyna, ryann, raya, rhiannon, ria, rue, rhodes.

S : serena, serafina, sawyer, sylvie, sol, samira, sloane, silver, sutton, stella, saanvi, sab, seren, seven, sophia, star, skye, sabina, saskia, summer, stormy, salena, sage, sonny, solange, sahar, sumaya, shelby. 

T : tatum, tayler, tara, torre, tia, thea, tyra, truly, thalia, taryn, tampson, tayli, talya, teala, tala. 

U : uma. 

V : valencia, violetta, venus, verity, vanessa, venecia, vinnie, vida, vivienne, valentina, velora, vera, venice.

W : willow, winona, willa, wanda, witney, westlyn, windsor, wilhelmina, wren. 

X : ximena, xiomara, xashary, xena, xyla. 

Y : yovanna, yves, yara, yvette, yasmin, yesenia, yensi.

Z : zara, zion, zoe, zahara, zharia, zella, zendaya, zakiyah. 

[moontheoretist]

I want mlm RPG game isekai, please 😫

I once again tried to look for isekai with queer protagonist that is not written as BL (don’t take me wrong, I like BL, but what I am looking for is not BL isekai, but rather isekai that has queer male protagonist, because if you google “BL isekai” the results you get are mostly “porn without plot”, while I’m looking for a lot of plot instead - I don’t care how many sex scenes is there as long as there is plot that isn’t short and is intriguing so I can enjoy both the story and the romance that is going on, but sadly “BL isekai” is mostly not that) and like usual I found nothing, because apparently nobody came up with the idea that having a gay protagonist transported into isekai world in which he is surrounded by beautiful women, but has literally 0 interest in any of them and falls in love with that one guy he meets, is a great setting for a comedy. [EDIT: 14.10.2023 Why nobody told me about Kyo Kara Maoh? This is literally a mlm isekai that I looked for!]

Anyway, failing in finding male x male themed isekai that has romance as part of the story instead of the focus of the story, once again made me realize how much more interesting Raising of the Shield Hero would be if Naofumi and L’Arc were the endgame ship. Typical isekai RPG story with side romance that also falls into the drama territory due to the fact that L’Arc and Naofumi are technically enemies due to the fact that their worlds are currently fighting for survival with each other. Isn’t it thrilling when your love has obstacles similar to Romeo and Juliet story? That your love is forbidden or impossible, but you still end up having it in the end, because we are positive and don't want them all to die for the sake of their love, because hell they have to survive to save the world. Also harem just simply doesn’t fit this story.

Anyway, there is also an isekai manga that I was reading Ansatsusha de Aru Ore no Status ga Yuusha yori mo Akiraka ni Tsuyoi nodaga (My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's), and tbh this manga would also greatly benefit from mlm romance, because as far as I noticed the protagonist is treated very well by the Hero in this story, to the point that I got some fruity vibes from the Hero in regard to his Assassin classmate (the MC). Due to the setting in which the MC discovers that the Kingdom that summoned them is not to be trusted and gets driven out by the Royals, the love story between Hero and the Assassin would really complete the picture. Hell, Akira could date both the Hero and Amelia (elven girl he meets) as far as I am concerned. Polyamorous bisexual isekai, let’s go!

(I dunno how you, but this is either very good friendship or gayness).

[crimsxndesire]

🌟 Dominic + Asher Holden +Amelia Hayden + Juliet

Dominic & Asher

Hasn’t exactly told him about his relationship with Ingrid, but he thinks highly of him.

Holden & Amelia

Known her for a long time, is only slightly terrified, really the only O’Shea that terrifies him.

Hayden & Juliet

Admires her because she rose through the ranks of the police department.

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Ships: Jamie x Jules | Octavia x Thomas | Bryony x Voltari | Chris x Lucy

My OCs

Juliet "Jules" Woods (You, Me & The Apocalypse)

Octavia (BBC Ghosts)

Bryony (Yonderland)

Lucy Flanagan (Spy)

Amelia Hendrick (Quacks)

[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 14

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N:  hiya so before you start reading, if you’re not from the uk or interested in academic life in the uk, russell group is a very odd word. russell groups are what ivy leagues are in the us meaning it’s a group of very prestigious unis like cambridge, oxford and durham. just thought i should explain what it was so no one’s confused. also remember that weird episode carter baizen had a very badly made tattoo on his wrist? yeah that is mentioned here bc i basically decided that young seb acted like carter. sorry for taking longer than usual to post but i hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

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    - Don’t you wanna kiss me? - he caged her between the wall and him, hands resting on both side of her head. - Be honest. 

He was close enough so she could see every detail and texture of the skin of his face and feel his soft and controlled breathe. Y/N couldn’t help but touch his face, her fingers lingering on tiny little scar marks that seemed to have faded over the years but not enough to departure his face, to tracing his jaw to finally settling on his lips. Curiously, her thumb swiped down his lip almost as if she was trying to erase the fact that her own lips knew exactly what his felt like. 

There was this undeniable pull between the two of them that Y/N couldn’t deny existed, however, she was much too smart to give in again. She had plenty of examples where giving in to affections led to terrible fates beginning with Juliet and both hers and her beloved’s death and ending all the way with Anna Karenina jumping in front of a train. No, Y/N was much too smart to ignore what surrounded her. However, she was still a young woman and like so, she was no match for the rotten judgement that came along with her young years. Nevertheless, she pressed her body harshly against the wall, hoping that somehow she could merge with it and avoid the question that was being posed to her. 

    - Cat got your tongue, angel? - he questioned yet it didn’t sound like a mock as it sounded like a tease. - You can talk to me. I know you’ve missed me.

    - I don’t know what you’re talking about. - she turned her head to the side, hand clutching the towel for dear life. If there was something worse sounding than this situation was being naked in front of him, her friend’s fiancé. Sebastian smirked, noticing how she had bared her neck to him unknowingly giving a clear view of the bruises forming from last night. God, it was quite a sight, a sight he could get used to seeing every single day. 

He could just see it in front of him. Waking up every single morning to her already flushed cheeks in one of those sheer white pyjamas with her soft skin bruised from several nights of pure undecided pleasure. Y/N, on the other hand, was trying her best not to lower her hand to the skin showing through the V of his grey tee shirt which looked very inviting. Stop it, Y/N. You’re a smart woman, this is just the hormones speaking.

    - I was wondering if you’d accompany me for breakfast. There’s the little spot downtown I’m certain you’d enjoy. 

    - Did you ask Gwen? - her voice came uncertain almost paining her to mention Gwen in the middle of all of this. Gwen needed to be mention, they were gonna be married, they are gonna be married. That is certainty.

Sebastian stepped back as if he had been hit by lighting before sighing and leaving her be. Her loyalties lied way too deep with the Forrests and he wasn’t about to get her in trouble or do something she didn’t feel like doing. Y/N, on the other hand, watched the door like a hawk watching as he left with a sense of guilt she couldn’t deny. It was just a crush, she told herself, it was just a crush and crushes are normal. Single people crush on married ones all the time that does not mean they will try and ruin a wedding, not that Y/N could ruin something that wall already ruined. 

A single part of hers expected him to be teasing again and enter the room once more but he didn’t and after she spent a long while leaned against the wall as if some invisible force was holding her, Y/N decided it would be best if she got dressed and checked on Gwen, mostly to ensure the heiress was home. After she was in a long sweater accompanied by some black leggings, she followed the wall down to Gwen’s bedroom, knocking on the door rather loudly. 

From her knock, what sounded like a commotion could be heard from inside the heiress’ bedroom along with the sounds of feet paddling the ground until the door was opened. However, instead of Gwen standing there with her usual bed ridden eyes, it was her bodyguard who opened the door in a rather untidy way, carrying his trousers in hand. Y/N peeked inside the bedroom, an equally untidy Gwen with the sheets up to her collarbones waving goodbye at Christian.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep but Y/N was livid. She stomped into the bedroom, closed the door behind her and crossed her arms at the woman she had known since they were both born. 

     - Are you joking? - she questioned, attempting to sound annoyed but it came more as of a “again?” sort of inquiry. - You can’t do that under Sebastian’s roof when he’s at home. 

     - Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m careful. - she shrugged, her hand coming to push her own hair back which caused the sun to hit the gem on her engagement ring. God, she didn’t even take it off. - It’s not like he can kill me.

     - Genevieve, you’re engaged. You’re gonna be married and all you’re doing is acting like a teenager. God, I understand you don’t wanna get married to someone you don’t like but the least you can do is try to be his friend, at least. 

    - I don’t need friends like Sebastian and I also don’t need you to lecture me. 

    - Seems like you do considering you’ve been sleeping around ever since we came into this house when you’re engaged. - she pointed at the engagement ring on Gwen’s finger but she merely huffed as if Y/N was reprimanding her for something completely unnecessary.  - Gwen, your father asked ...

    - You’re just being jealous, Y/N. - the handmaid was stunned by those words. Jealous of what? - You’ve always been jealous. You’re jealous that no one has ever looked at you and now you’re trying to destroy my love life. 

    - You shouldn’t have a love life, you’re engaged. - Y/N tried to reason with the redhead but she was much to head strong to listen. - I’m done discussing this with you. 

    - Then do me a favour and stop giving your opinion on my engagement. 

    - I’m just try ...

    - Miss Forrest? - one of the maids knocked on the door, creaking it ever so slightly. - Your father’s here. 

    - My father? - Gwen furrowed her eyebrows, jumping from the bed with her sheets wrapped around her. - Why is my father hre?

    - I don’t know. - Y/N shrugged but her mind was certainly going haywire about what could it be. Had he gotten word she had kissed Sebastian? Was he here to fire her. She didn’t know.

    - Go distract him. - the heiress pushed Y/N out of the bedroom, locking the door behind her. 

The handmaid sighed, wondering if Mr. Forrest was in a good mood or if she was about to be fired. Maybe being fired was a good idea, that would mean she would be as far away from Sebastian as possible. However, little to no people get fired from mob related jobs even if they’re not complete associates. Instead they got to sleep with the fish and Y/N wasn’t a big fan of that. 

As she went down the stairs she could see Mr. Forrest in his signature black suit and red tie he had been wearing since he could remember. He always look sophisticated enough for you to wonder if he was some sort of professor in a Russell or Ivy League group. However, he had this air of familiarity which Sebastian lacked, making Sebastian a more austere person to look at. Maybe it was that Y/N had grown up around Mr. Forrest and not Sebastian, but Mr. Forrest was always very approachable. 

   - Y/N! - he smiled at the sight of the young handmaid. - What happened to your neck?

   - My neck? - her hand covered her neck as she realised what was in her neck in full display for everyone who was curious enough to look at. Oh fuck. - Oh ... I burned myself with a curling iron. 

   - Did they take you to the hospital? - he inspected the marks on her neck. 

   - No, Mr. Forrest, it is fine. I’ve done it before, it’ll be gone in a few weeks. - she smiled nervously. - So ... we weren’t expecting your visit today, Sir. Is there something the matter?

   - I need to speak with Mr. Stan about the Paris’ events. It was a clear lack of security and you two could’ve gotten harmed. 

   - But it was an ambush, sir. I don’t think it’s his fault. - she shifted her weight from feet to feet, eyes everywhere but his face. - Besides, his first worry was Genevieve. He rushed her out of the hotel once the shots were heard and none of us were harmed. 

   - Who protected you during the shot? 

   - My bodyguard. I think it is really unfair to blame Mr. Stan for something he wasn’t expecting, sir. Besides, he took care of Gwen. - she was lying but if she were to tell the father of the heiress that Sebastian had went to her instead of his daughter, they would both be axed off. Not that he would kill Sebastian, he would probably kill her and just yell at Sebastian which, honestly, would have little to no effect on him.

   - Living with Mr. Stan really hasn’t changed your forgiven nature, has it? - his expression softened, taking the weight of guilty out of Y/N’s back. - Nevertheless, there is still some affairs that need to be mentioned and discussed, specifically the wedding. 

   - He’s ready for you, sir. - Amelia spoke out and Mr. Forrest nodded his goodbye to Y/N. 

Y/N just stood there, sighing in relief that he seemed to not have any idea that she had locked lips with his daughter’s husband to be and that she had managed to grab Sebastian out of the madness that was him thinking Gwen had been alone. 

The young girl sat on the coach, thinking she could take this break to breathe without stress but Gwen soon came down the stairs with Christian behind her whose hand was resting in the back pocket of her jeans. Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing one of the books from the coffee table and opening it up. She? Jealous? Of what exactly? Just because she wanted them to at least be friendly with each other did not mean she was jealous of Gwen’s engagement. 

   - Where’s dad? 

   - He’s in a meeting with Sebastian. - Y/N didn’t even raise her eyes from her book, speaking with a rather bland voice. 

   - Being mad is childish, Y/N. - she shrugged, stepping to the kitchen to grab a tangerine. 

   - I’m not mad at you, Gwen. 

   - If you’re not mad at me then you can cover for me while I go shopping with Christian. - it wasn’t like Y/N was in the place to complain anymore so she just nodded, pulling her legs up so her feet were resting on the couch as she got lost in another one of Austen’s works.

Jane Austen was one of Y/N’s favourite writers despite many book snobs thinking it was overrated. This was mostly due to the intelligence that even subdued female characters seemed to hold and the way she described everything with just the right amount of detail to allow your mind to flow freely into her worlds. 

She was much too lost in Mansfield Park’s words to notice Sebastian and Mr. Forrest had walked down the stairs and were now in the living room. This was only brought to her attention once her name was called out by Mr. Forrest, inquiring about his daughter.

   - She’s still asleep. - she lied probably for the 100th time today. - Rough night. 

   - Still adapting to the mattress. - Sebastian added, certain that Y/N was covering for the heiress. 

   - Ah ... Y/N, I hope you and Gwen come to visit soon. The house has certainly loss youth ever since you two left. 

   - Of course, Mr. Forrest. - Y/N smiled, waving goodbye as he entered the lift, leaving Y/N and Sebastian in the living room. God, why was the universe still allowing them to be alone in closed environments?

   - The maid said you and Gwen were in a fight. Are you okay? - he asked but still kept his distance, the austere like posture still very much presence which was a far cry from the relaxed vibe he used to put out when with her. 

   - Yeah, she was just ... having a bit of fun with Christian. - Y/N put the book down on the coffee table, wrapping her arms around her knees which were folded close to her chest.

   -  I can have a word with her if it bothers you.

   - It doesn’t bother me. - once again lying. She would never admit it to herself but it bothered her that Gwen could go around being engaged and she couldn’t go around with Sebastian. Someone had to be the moral one. 

   - Sounds like it does, angel. - there it was, the nickname. - You sure you don’t want me to fire him?

   - No, I want you and Gwen to at least be friends. You’re gonna be married and if you’re not attracted to each other you could at least be friends. - Sebastian sat next to her on the luxurious leathered deep couch. 

   - You have to understand that people don’t get to marry because they’re friends or like each other in this sort of business. It’s not what we do.

   - Just because it’s what it’s done doesn’t been it should be done. Do you seriously want to be married for the rest of your life to someone you’re not even friendly with? 

   - In all honesty Y/N, me and Gwen won’t even live in the same house after we get married. She was to go to LA and I’ll let her go there, we just need to be married, not together or in love.

   -  I don’t wanna go to LA, it’s too hot. - she spoke out without even putting her thought through the rational part of her brain. - I’ve never left NY, I don’t wanna leave to go to LA. 

   -  Just quit. - he shrugged. - You do know you can quit your job and actually have a life right?

   -  People don’t quit the mob. 

   - You’re a handmaid, you’re not exactly part of the mob. Besides, you have a Cambridge degree you can get a job.

   -  I don’t have any experience besides I’ve never actually did anything other than this. I don’t have experience, I don’t have parents, I don’t have a family at all. - she grimaced at the thought but it was true. She never knew her parents and the only thing she had from them was the necklace from her mother, there was no other immediate family around or if there were Mr. Forrest always said they were dead. At the end of the day, she was by herself in a world that had been shielded away from her. What she knew was being by Gwen’s side and basically making sure she didn’t die. - I don’t have anything to inherit, I have a degree yes but I never actually worked a single day in my life. I don’t have enough money to make a downpayment on a home or to even rent in NY. God, I don’t even have enough money to buy a ticket to get out of NY. 

   - I’m sorry, Y/N. - he reached his hand out, caressing her jaw which led her to notice a dark mark on his wrist she hadn’t noticed before. 

   - Is that a tattoo? - her eyes lit with curiosity. - I’ve never noticed that before. When did you got a tattoo?

   - When I was 16. Me and my friends faked our parents signatures and got it done at a weird place downtown. My father was livid and I’m pretty sure he died still mad about it. 

   - Well, it does look very bad. - she bite her lip to hold in a laugh. 

   - Stop biting your lip, angel. - he said in a warning tone, hand lowering to one of the hickeys near her collarbone. - You are tempting me. 

   - You should learn to control yourself then. 

   - I don’t know if I wanna control myself around you.

   - I think we suffer from the same thing, then ... Sir.

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Anything (2) - Oneshot

Paring: James “Sawyer” Ford x F!Reader

Word Count: 688

A/N: Hey everyone I know this is a repeat story from Sawyer and Amelia, but I just wanted to test the reception to the story and see if I should do more of these.

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You wake up to a normal morning unlike any other. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before finally getting out of bed. You trudge over to your closet and sort through your Dharma issued jumpsuits. You pick one out, along with a gray shirt, and start to get ready. You hear the shower start in the other room and you know James is now awake. You wonder if Juliet is awake too as you zip up your jumpsuit and roll up your sleeves. Another day working at the motor pool with Juliet.

You open your door and grab your shoes as you walk out of your room. You slip them on and tie them as you get into the kitchen. You get out pots and pans, as well as the ingredients to make omelets for breakfast. Halfway through the first omelet you hear the shower water shut off and the door to James and Juliet’s room open and close softly. You hear someone’s feet pad down the hall, and you don’t have to turn to know that it’s James.

He comes up behind you and leans over your shoulder. Your heart begins to beat faster and your throat constricts. Even though now he’s with Juliet, your feelings for James haven’t gone away. Even though you were together long ago, the old spark between the two of you is still there. He loves Juliet, though, and you have to keep reminding yourself to wait. You finish up the omelet and motion for a plate. James moves and holds it out as you slide the omelet onto it. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a fork. You turn down the heat a bit on the stove, then turn around to face James as he eats.

“How does it taste?” You ask cautiously as you cross your arms over your chest. You’re not the greatest cook, but you’re not the best either.

“It’s great pe- Y/N,” James replies through a bite. You have to repress a smile at the almost slip up. Even after a year of living with the Dharma Initiative, we sometimes all slip up with names and nicknames. You know you’ve accidentally called Uncle Jim, ‘James’ more than once in front of Horace. It feels weird to call him that, but it’s the cover.

“Thank you,” You say politely before turning back to the stove. You brace your palms on the edge of the counter before picking up another egg to crack it. James grabs your wrist before you do and you look up at him over your shoulder.

“I’d do anything for you,” James whispers to you, pulling your hand onto his chest. You take a deep breath and flick your eyes to your hand on his chest and then back up to his face.

“James…” You whisper back feeling the all too familiar guilt rise in your throat. He leans in and captures your lips in a kiss. It’s soft and almost tentative. Your heart hammers in your chest in fear Juliet will see the two of you. You break away first and drop your gaze.

“What about Juliet…?” You ask quietly and his warm hand slowly drops your wrist. “I know you love her.”

“Peaches don’t sound so sad-” James starts to say but you shake your head and push away from him.

“It’s okay dimples,” You reply with a watery smile, “Can you finish making breakfast? I’m going on a walk.”

You grab your house key from the coffee table and tuck it in your pocket. You don’t look back at James for fear you’ll burst out in tears. You walk out the door and into the morning. Not many people are up yet, and you realize you got up quite early. You look around at the Barracks as you walk, and smile slightly at the peacefulness. You make your way over to the small playground and sit on one of the swings. You loop your arm around the chain and sit there for a long while until you have to go to work.

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@imxthexhandler​ “your  mom  called!  your  parents  have  invited  us  out  to  lunch.”

"She did? I’m pretty sure Lloyd wants to show off the new boat he got so be prepare to see that man fall at least eight times” Juliet joked as she grabbed her jacket. “We should go, it’s been a while since we had some decend homemade meal.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Love Her (Part 13)

Summary: The family tries to decide on the baby’s new name and the reader has a rough night with Tommy that leads to her finally admitting a few things to Dean...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, scary situations

A/N: Please enjoy the final part!...

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“Hi,” said Tommy early the next morning when he finally got a turn to meet the baby. She was more awake now and Ana was allowed to have the whole family in the room. “Hi baby girl.”

She stared at him and blinked, looking up at Dean.

“This is Tommy,” he said. “That’s Y/N’s boyfriend.”

She looked back at Tommy before she shut her eyes again.

“Let’s get you back with your mommy,” he said as he carried her over to Ana.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she said. “You’re very good with her.”

“They stick him with the kids on purpose,” you said as you scrolled through your phone at another list of names.

“Are they really that selective?” asked Dean.

“No. I definitely wind up as the delivery man a lot though. I’m pretty friendly and strong. I’m a much kinder face and voice than some of the people on my team. They’re all softies but little kids in those situations they want to try and scare them as little as possible,” he said.

“Plus it’s one of the safer positions or so he says,” you mumbled.

“Can we go home yet?” asked Rae from her chair.

“No silly. Mom needs to rest a bit more and we still have to name the baby,” said Dean.

“Argh,” she groaned.

“Yo. Twins. Want to go get some ice cream from the cafeteria?” asked Tommy. They both perked up and he promised to keep them busy for a few hours before he headed out with them.

“I always knew I liked that boy,” said Dean.

“What about Ava?” asked Sam from his seat.

“I still like Amelia,” said Mary.

“Ava is a much better name,” said Sam.

“I like Ann,” said John. The three of them started to argue over it and Dean wandered over to you and sighed.

“What’s your pick?” he asked.

“What about that one?” you said, showing him your phone.

“That one was actually on our shortlist if we had a girl,” said Dean. “Hey, Ana. How’d you feel about Juliet again?”

“S’good,” she said, giving a thumbs up with one hand, the baby in the other.

“You hit the drugs again, didn’t you,” he chuckled.

“Yup,” she said. “Shit’s good.”

“Maybe we wait for mom to get back to reality before we make life lasting decisions, hm?” said Dean.

“Juliet is pretty,” said Ana, closing her eyes. “De. Baby.”

“Get some rest honey,” he said as he picked up the baby. He shooed everyone out of the room aside from you who he handed the baby over to. “Dad needs a nap for a few minutes.”

“I got her,” you said.

“I know you do,” he said, taking a seat and falling asleep quickly.

The baby blinked open her eyes and looked up at you, staring at you for awhile.

“You like Juliet?” you asked. She scrunched up her face and you laughed. “No, huh. I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

One Month Later

“Are you sure?” asked Dean as he pulled on his coat.

“Dad, I’m twenty. I can handle two nine year olds and a baby for a few hours,” you said.

“I thought Tommy was coming over to help,” said Ana.

“He texted me earlier, said he was going on a call. He must still be on it,” you said. You saw them glance at one another and you held up a hand. “Go on your date. He’s fine.”

“Alright. Give us a shout if they give you any trouble.”

“Hey,” said Dean when he and Ana walked in around midnight. “Still up?”

“Mhm,” you said, scrolling through your phone on the couch. “Emma went down around eight, the twins stayed up until ten before they crashed hard.”

“Tommy get hung up at work?” asked Ana.

“He never called. He always calls,” you said, glancing over at them. 

“Did you try the station?” asked Dean.

“They just said he’s on a call. I’m getting nervous. He’s been gone all day,” you said.

“Give me a second,” said Dean. He pulled out his phone and went back to the foyer. You got up and spotted him making a call. “Hey Uncle Bobby. It’s Dean...yeah you gotta come check Emma out soon, she’s a grump like you. I actually was calling for a favor...it’s for Y/N...you still know anyone down at the station who can check into something for us? Her boyfriend...yeah him. He’s out on a call and she’s getting a little worried since she hasn’t heard anything...yeah, call me back if you find anything out. Thanks.”

“Why’d you call Uncle Bobby?” you asked.

“He used to be pretty good friends with some of the local officers so I’m hoping he can dig a little for us,” said Dean.

Five minutes later his phone rang and you watched Dean bite his bottom lip.

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” he said as he hung up.

He took a deep breath before he looked at you.

“Put on your coat,” he said. 

“Where’s Tommy?” you asked quietly.

“He’s at the hospital,” he said.

“Is he…” 

“Bobby just said he’s at the hospital. The call he was on went long. Real long. It was pretty bad I guess. I don’t know, sweetheart,” he said. “Put on your coat and we’ll go.”

“You’re tired. I can-“ you said before you caught his face.

“You’re not going alone,” he said. “Come on.”

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” you said in the waiting room half an hour later and ducking your head between your knees.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “I have Cas and the rest of my friends off breaking a whole bunch of laws so we can find out what’s going on with Tommy in just a minute.”

“He’s probably in surgery, dad,” you said. “He could be…”

“Hey, hey,” he said as he sat you up and rubbed your arms. “The kid might not know how to change a tire but he is a good officer. He’s smart. I’m sure he’ll be okay. It’s something you two are going to have to deal with more than once I’m sure.”

“I know. We talked about that one time. I got nervous one night,” you said.

“What’d he say?”

“We came up with our check in,” you said, closing your eyes. “He asked if I wanted to stop. Seeing each other I mean.”

“He did, huh,” said Dean.

“He would love to be a graphic designer and he’s so good at it but we live here and someday maybe he could work from home on that stuff but he loves helping people and I love that he helps people. He didn’t want me to feel strung along was all for however long he decides to do this. He warned me stuff like tonight would happen. It would happen again and again and if it was too much that was okay.”

“When was this?” he asked.

“A long time ago,” you said.

“Well when you have nights like this, you let me know and I’ll be right here, okay?” he said.

“Thanks,” you said, closing your eyes just as the door opened. Your eyes flashed open and you saw Cas step inside. 

“He’s fine,” said Cas. You nodded and let out a breath, Dean giving you a hug.

“See? I told you so,” he said.

“Why couldn’t I talk to him or-” you asked before Cas held up a hand.

“Come on. You can ask him yourself,” he said.

Two minutes later you walked into a room, Tommy still in his jumpsuit as someone wrapped up his hand.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m sorry. I should have...I really wasn’t thinking straight.”

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah. This is a sprain,” he said.

“It seems there was a gunshot victim and Tommy here decided to shove his fingers inside an open wound and clamp the artery shut by force,” said the other doctor in there.

“Saved that person’s life from what I’ve heard,” said Cas. 

“He sat up on the operating table for awhile before we could move him. Ice and take it easy with that hand for awhile. We’ll get you a medical notice for work,” said the other doctor.

“Thanks,” said Tommy before he left. “Yeah. Sorry. I should have asked somebody to call you.”

“It’s okay,” you said as you gave him a hug. 

“I’m kinda covered in a crapton of blood, honey,” he said. You peeled away and looked down at your shirt.

“Who cares? You’re okay. I’m happy,” you said, hugging him again.

“I need a hug after today,” he said.

“Spend the night,” you said. 

“I’m okay,” he said. 

“Tommy,” said Dean. “When your girl knows you feel like shit and she offers to take care of you, let her take care of you, hm? Trust me.”

“I’m gonna shower this crap off and give my mom a call first if that’s okay,” he said.

“Yeah. Take your time,” you said. “We can wait.”

“Morning,” said your dad quietly as he walked Emma around just after dawn. 

“Morning,” you said when you walked into the kitchen. “She still cranky in the morning?”

“Yup. I don’t mind. Gives us our daddy daughter time,” he said, Emma falling back asleep on his shoulder. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting an icepack for Tommy’s hand. He’s wincing in his sleep a bit,” you said.

“Wrap it in a towel for him so it’s not too cold,” he said.

“I know,” you said as you pulled one out of the freezer and put a hand towel around it. You started to head back to your room when you felt his stare on you. You spun around and he was looking out the back window, the first bit of sun coming through the windows.

“How bad was he?” he asked quietly.

“Bad. I’ve never seen him like that,” you said. “It was really bad in there from what he said.”

“He’ll be okay,” he said.

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re taking care of him,” he smiled. “You understand trauma and all of it. You know how to take care of people. If you do decide to go on to med school, you’re gonna be a hell of a doctor.”

“I’d settle for an okay boyfriend,” you said.

“Sweetheart. He’s okay and he knows he’s okay. He had a long day and he needed you to take care of him is all,” he said. “That’s what you do when you love someone. You do a whole bunch of stuff when you love someone that much. Like waking up earlier and getting ice packs for someone so they can sleep a little easier.”

“Like giving someone a bracelet you made,” you said, holding up your wrist. He smiled and held up his own. 

“Can I ask you something?” he said and you nodded, rubbing your eyes. “What exactly was it that got us here? You didn’t want to love me.”

“No. I didn’t. But I sure as hell needed to,” you said, his chin raising. “It wasn’t any one thing. It was a million little things. It was making breakfast, asking about my day, checking on me at night. It was someone that stood up for me and protected me because I was so tired of doing it for myself. It was the guy who gave me this bracelet and said I was his, no matter what. No matter how angry I got at you those years I was gone, I kept this because I remember all of that. I remembered and I wanted it back. You gave it all back and more. But you never once treated me like I was screwed up or wrong. I have never been a drama free child but it’s never been too much for you. I guess...one day I realized I had to grow up and admit that while I loved my mom, my childhood sucked. It wasn’t this thing I’d remembered it as. There was yelling and fighting and smashing and I’ve always been afraid of something, always. But I never had to be afraid here. This was where I learned I didn’t have to be that way anymore, that being safe and happy was normal. You always wanted me to give you a chance when that’s all I wanted too. I didn’t want to love you but you suffocated me with it and I needed it so bad and I think you knew you needed it too and I wish I could go back and tell myself to trust you from the start because there was never anything I had to be afraid of.”

“I wouldn’t go back,” he said, turning towards you. “I love every crappy, drama-filled, crazy, insane second. Never would have met Tommy if you were like every other twenty year old.”

“This is true,” you said. 

“You like him.”

“No shit, sherlock,” you said, getting a quiet laugh from him.

“You know what I mean,” he said. “You like him.”

“Yeah. I do,” you said. Emma stirred and grabbed his shirt, letting out a tiny yawn.

“You know I do have one regret,” said Dean. “Rae. Ryan. Emma. I got to know all of them as little kids. I got to carry ‘em around and do all the dad stuff. We sort of missed that.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said. “But then again, we didn’t.”

“Still. If I could take away all of the parts that hurt, I would, sweetheart,” he said.

“I take after my dad. Sue me,” you said with a smile.

“Dad’s doing a lot better the past few years,” he said.

“I know. Me too,” you said, grabbing the ice pack from the counter. “I better get this to him.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said. “Love you.”

“Love you too, dad.”

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Fandoms: creepypasta, doctor who, sherlock, supernatural, good omens, any and all anime, bands, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, heathers, be more chill, dear evan Hansen, Hamilton (I'll add more when I think of more)

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50 Mental Illness Book Recs 💭

According to the World Health Organisation, 1 in 4 people will suffer from a mental illness in their lifetime, with mental illness being one of the leading causes of disability and illness worldwide. In YA fiction, characters with a mental illness are common and there are many #OwnVoices narratives available for people to see their experiences on the page. This is a list of some of my favourites. 

There is a blanket trigger warning for these books. They all contain mental health themes and often explore their topics in detail. I’ve labelled each book with the mental illnesses they include. Be sure to practice self-care if engaging with potentially triggering material. 

The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli (anxiety)

The Wicker King by K Ancrum (anxiety, hallucinations) 

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (PTSD, self-harm, tw: rape) 

Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson (eating disorders, suicide)

Beautiful Broken Things duology by Sara Barnard (depression, suicide, C-PTSD)

A Quiet Kind of Thunder by Sara Barnard (social anxiety) 

Am I Normal Yet? by Holly Bourne (OCD, anxiety)

Girl Saves Boy by Steph Bowe (depression) 

Starfish by Akemi Dawn Bowman (social anxiety, suicide, tw: sexual abuse) 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (PTSD, depression, suicide, tw: sexual abuse) 

Little and Lion by Brandy Colbert (bipolar)

Clean by Juno Dawson (drug addiction, rehab setting) 

Suicide Notes by Michael Thomas Ford (suicide, psychiatric hospital setting) 

Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin (anxiety, PTSD)

Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow (self-harm, drug addiction)

Under Rose-Tainted Skies by Louise Gornall (agoraphobia, self-harm) #OwnVoices 

Amelia Westlake by Erin Gough (anxiety)

Turtles All The Way Down by John Green (OCD, anxiety) #OwnVoices 

Countless by Karen Gregory (eating disorder) 

Paperweight by Meg Haston (bulimia, psychiatric hospital setting) 

Crank series by Ellen Hopkins (drug addiction, tw: rape)

Impulse by Ellen Hopkins (self-harm, depression, suicide, sexual assault, homophobia, hospital setting)

Riders of the Apocalypse series by Jackie Morse Kessler (anorexia (#OwnVoices), self-harm, depression) 

Darius the Great Is Not Okay by Adib Khorram (depression) 

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour (depression)

A Tragic Kind of Wonderful by Eric Lindstrom (bipolar)

10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac (anxiety) 

Neverland by Margot McGovern (self-harm, depression) 

Fallen Isles trilogy by Jodi Meadows (anxiety) 

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness (OCD, eating disorder) #OwnVoices 

Before I Let Go by Marieke Nijkamp 

Solitaire by Alice Oseman (depression, self-harm, eating disorder)

I Was Born For This by Alice Oseman (anxiety) 

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera (anxiety) 

A List of Cages by Robin Roe (ADD/ADHD, tw: abuse)

The Taste of Blue Light by Lydia Ruffles (PTSD, self-harm) 

Consumed by Abbie Rushton (agoraphobia, eating disorder) 

On A Scale of One to Ten by Ceylan Scott (self-harm, suicide, psych hospital) #OwnVoices 

Far From You by Tess Sharpe (drug addiction) 

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera (OCD) 

Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone (OCD) 

The Memory of Light by Francisco X Stork (suicide, depression, psych hospital) #OwnVoices

This Is Not A Test by Courtney Summers (depression, suicide)

All The Rage by Courtney Summers (depression, PTSD, tw: rape)

A Semi-Definitive List of Worst Nightmares by Krystal Sutherland (anxiety, depression, self-harm, suicide) 

A Note of Madness duology by Tabitha Suzuma (bipolar, suicide)

Hurt by Tabitha Suzuma (PTSD, dissociation) 

Highly Illogical Behaviour by John Corey Whaley (anxiety, agoraphobia) 

Made You Up by Francesca Zappia (removed - see notes)

Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia (general and social anxiety) 

More of my recommendations here

Note: There have been a few adjustments to trigger tags and some books have been called out for deeply inaccurate representation so be sure to check the notes of this post and always be sure to check #OwnVoices reviews when reading about mental illness.