#peace and love!!! 777

[sistress]

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[divine-nonchalance]

Zel x Slonaut - 777

[youloveangshiann]

♟️

[kpoptarotastrology009]

Things I learned in life

I don't know but I felt like doing this would be a good , in life , before you always do something to others , whatever it is , think about it for yourself first, if you feel when someone do it to you you will accept it do it and if not DON'T...

Don't do things to people,that you don't want people to do it to you...

For example let's say , you have homework to do and you forgot about it , and someone you know did it , and you steal that homework from them and said it's yours... bear with me right now ... imagine you're in that person's place working hard for that homework and did everything and then a person comes and steal it from you , would you love that? Would you enjoy that moment Right there? No one will. So the moment you think about it in the other way round , don't do it if you feel that's gonna be bad , if you feel it's okay if they did this to you do it then , anything that you don't wish for yourself don't wish it for others ...

[rosequartzzangel]

Random Observation -

I still cannot say if this holds true for everyone, but I've noticed a significant amount of people where the color of their aura turns out to be a pretty choice when it comes to fashion. Also that the complementary color of their aura does not look that nice on them.

A lot of people already tend to gravitate towards their aura colors, like those girls who have their entire rooms in pinks or yellows or blues, their auras DEFINITELY have those colors prominently. But for those who don't, this would turn out to be an interesting choice.

Signing off

Rose <3

[marthashlyn3]

Princess of Haiti.

[st4rtar0t]

Signs Your Manifestation is Coming True ✨

Manifestation is a powerful process, but sometimes, we get impatient, wondering if it's actually working. The universe has its own way of showing you that your desires are on their way, and if you pay close attention, you’ll start to notice little signs. Here are some clear signals that your manifestation is coming true:

💫 You Start Seeing Angel Numbers – Repeating numbers like 111, 222, or 777 are not just coincidences. They are messages from the universe telling you to trust the process. If you keep seeing numbers related to your manifestation, it’s a sign that you are aligned with your desire.

💫 You Feel a Shift in Energy – Suddenly, you feel lighter, happier, and more optimistic, even if nothing big has changed yet. This is because your vibration is rising to match the frequency of what you’re manifesting. Your intuition tells you that something good is coming.

💫 You Experience Small Signs & Synchronicities – Maybe you’re manifesting love, and suddenly, you keep hearing love songs everywhere. Or you’re manifesting money, and you find random coins on the ground. These little “winks” from the universe are a way of telling you that you're on the right path.

💫 You Start Losing Things That No Longer Serve You – Sometimes, before your manifestation arrives, the universe clears out what isn’t meant for you. You may lose friendships, leave a job, or suddenly feel disconnected from certain habits. It may feel uncomfortable, but it’s making space for something better.

💫 You Dream About Your Manifestation – If you keep dreaming about what you want, it’s a huge sign that your subconscious mind is already aligning with it. Your dreams may show you symbols, messages, or even scenarios that feel so real—it’s your future self preparing you for what’s coming.

💫 Unexpected Opportunities Appear – You may receive random offers, meet new people who can help you, or come across unexpected chances that align with your manifestation. The universe works in mysterious ways, and sometimes, what you desire comes in a way you never expected.

💫 You Feel at Peace & Let Go of Desperation – When you stop obsessing over “when” or “how” your manifestation will arrive and instead trust that it will, you shift into the receiving mode. This relaxed state allows the universe to deliver your desires effortlessly.

[n0cturn4]

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: And so, under the incessant rain, you let yourself fall. Word Count: 777 Music: please love me - EASHA

The rain fell softly, painting Gotham's streets with its dull sheen. You were leaning against the damp brick wall of an alley, watching the water droplets slide down slowly, as if time had slowed so you could absorb every detail. The city seemed to breathe under the heavy mist, and the distant sound of cars blended with the soft murmur of the rain.

And then he appeared.

Jason walked toward you, the red hood now down, his wet hair clinging to his forehead. His gaze, always so fierce, now seemed to carry something softer, a tenderness you rarely saw. He was chaos in human form, the tornado you could never avoid. But in that moment, there was something in his eyes that made your heart race, as if all the stars in the sky had decided to align just for that encounter.

"You always choose rainy days to hide," he murmured, his voice rough and low, as if each word was a secret.

Your body froze for a moment. It was always like this with him – the intensity, the magnetism. You felt as if you were falling, even while standing still. But at the same time, there was a safety there, a comfort in the unknown that he brought with him. Jason’s hand touched your skin, his fingers cold, yet filled with an unexpected gentleness. He always knew when you wanted to run, when the inner chaos made the world seem too small.

"I... try to keep my distance," you whispered, fighting the urge to lean toward him. "But you always find me."

Jason smiled sideways, that smile that was a mix of irony and affection, as if he knew exactly what was going on in your mind but wouldn’t push you. He was an irresistible force, and you were the tide that always returned, even when you tried to resist.

"Maybe because I know what you need, even when you don’t."

Those words hit deep, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to disappear. There was no more Gotham, no rain, no cold surrounding you. There was only him. Jason. Chaos and peace, all in one person. Your eyes met his, and the intensity of that look made all the words you wanted to say evaporate.

"Jason..." Your voice faltered, carrying all the weight of the confusion he stirred in you. "I don’t know how... how this works. You and me. It feels... wrong, but at the same time, it’s the only thing that makes sense."

He stepped closer, and you felt his presence in a tangible way, as if he were an extension of your own thoughts. Jason didn’t need to say anything; he simply took your hand, pulling you closer. The smell of rain on both of you, mixed with the scent of the city, filled the air between you. His lips were inches from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath.

"You never needed to know how it works," he said softly. "Just trust what you feel."

It was a simple request, but at the same time, the most complicated of all. Trust. Surrender to what was uncertain, to what couldn’t be explained. And there, under the veil of rain, you decided to give in.

Jason tilted his head, his eyes locked on yours, and then he kissed you. The kiss was gentle but filled with restrained intensity, as if he were holding back his own chaos so as not to overwhelm you with everything he felt. You melted against him, your hands clutching his leather jacket, seeking anchorage in that storm of emotions.

When the kiss finally broke, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily but in silence. The connection between you was palpable, something bigger than any word could describe.

"You make me feel like I’m falling, but I’ve never been so high," you whispered, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them.

Jason smiled, that rare and genuine smile. "Welcome to my world."

He pulled you closer, his hand holding yours firmly, as if he wouldn’t let go, even if you wanted to. "I’ll hold you," he promised, his voice low and sincere. "Even if you try to run."

And there, in that dark and rainy alley, you knew. Jason Todd wasn’t just chaos. He was the calm in the middle of the storm, the anchor you had always been looking for, even without knowing it.

"I’ll love you," you whispered, barely realizing you had said it out loud.

Jason laughed softly, the sound warming your chest. "I already love you just the way you are."

And so, under the incessant rain, you let yourself fall. Because with him, you had never felt so safe surrendering to the unknown.

[tsams-is-my-hyperfixation]

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[NONVERBAL SUN AU: LUNAR]

Moon skipped around. He was finally learning how to walk! Sun watched him, smiling softly. It was after hours again, with all the kids going home. Moon stopped abruptly, looking at a barrel. He then walked over to Sun, poking his shoulder. Sun turned to look at him. "What's wrong, Moon?" the solar animatronic asked. Moon blinked. "I feel weird" Moon responded. Sun sighed, as Moon sat down. Sun got on his knees and powered him off. Then, he went into the mindscape.

Moon's mind was...peaceful. It was a nice little island, with the nighttime sky shining down on it. The light of the moon illuminated the walls of a gazebo in the middle. Then, he saw something. It was quick, but Sun noticed. It looked like Moon, but it glowed. It was smaller than Moon, about 6'7. Sun walked over to the gazebo, the midnight moon shining a light that let him see. The stars glowed softly in the night sky, so beautiful it looked unreal. Sun put a hand on the door frame as he peeked inside. He saw the glowing blue eyes. "Hello?" he asked, and his voice echoed into the vast darkness surrounding him.

"Yes?" a smaller, higher voice greeted him. He flinched, surprised, but quickly gathered himself together. "Why are you in my brother's head?" Sun asked. "Head? This is my home!" the voice responded. Sun, taken aback, responded with a sharp "This isn't your home, this is my brother's head!" in which the voice replied with a raspberry sound. Sun walked in, and when the blue eyed thing tried running, he caught it. Staring it dead in the eyes, he realized it was none other than a kid. Mentally, at least.

"Who are you." Sun asked it. "I'm Lunar!" it responded. Sun, surprised, put it down. "Lunar, eh?" he said. "Tell me, Lunar, why are you occupying my brother's mind?" "Because I was made here and I live here!" Lunar responded back sharply. Sun glared at him. He was REALLY not liking this kid. "Listen. You're gonna stop causing my brother discomfort, okay?" he said sternly. "But I'm bored!" Lunar responded with, annoyed. "I'LL GET YOU SOME GAMES, ALRIGHT?" Sun snapped, making Lunar flinch under his voice. It took him a bit to realize that the guy was tearing up. He sighed in exasperation.

"Look. Sorry for yelling. I'll get you some games, okay? But stop making Moon uncomfortable." he told Lunar. Lunar silently nodded as Sun left the mindscape. When returned, Moon was powered back on, hugging him. "I feel better, brother!!!" Moon exclaimed happily, to which Sun pat his back. "Good...that's good..." he said softly. "Sunny, we must be close in EVERY universe, right?" he said happily.

"..." Sun didn't have the heart to say that a universe probably existed where nothing was as good as now. "Yeah...probably..."

I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH!!! The island is where Moon died originally though...

Tagging people who might like it even if we aren't mutuals: @goodolddumbbanana @noinoi999 @ikamigami @multifandomcutie13 @thekillermaretwinz @inkyucu @skyuvu123 @ryomaandgundhamkin @coffee-the-bat @sen-sational @dagh0stking @ilikescience-confession-blog @tsamsconfessions123 @silly-a-777 @nosleepygay @eddwardharrison @bloodmoon-da-idiot @lunarlovesbeanbags @mo0ndr0p @sleepy-hall @a-fucking-tornado @rayofmfsunshine1201 @darksuns-beloved-pet @letthebloodrunlikeariver @astrofairy06 @sunny-sourzii @upsidedownapple @yelesomeblue @deyisacherry @zampop2 @h-didanart and literally anyone else. Half the people on here are not my mutuals and half of them are. If you would like your tag removed, just ask me and I gladly will. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

AN ANGEL READING ; PICK A PILE. GO SLOW!

PILE 1 ~ 'LOOK BEYOND'

If you picked this pile, you have to go with source on this one. Your path isn't linear, and neither are you. Protection is granted whichever path you choose to walk. Gifts will start to show itself more soon for people who picked this one. These gifts could be known but you've kept them hidden, or they are starting to grow and you can feel and see them much better. Boldness is a theme for this group because it helps you shine bright like a light bulb, you'll stick out like a green thumb and the soul mates and partnerships connected to your life path/ hearts desires will become a growing opportunity. Work on this, and by the spring/summer months you'll see a noticeable difference in your income and your way of life as a whole.

Themes: Bunnies, River banks, Walks at the park, Cool outfits, Divine ephiphanies.

Numbers: 333, 211, 316, 411, 414, 666, 999

PILE 2 - PAST LIFE MEETING

If you picked this pile, you'll be having a soul mate connection of a life time. This isn't no ordinary love, this person has known you from many different worlds besides this one. It's an opening of the heart for this group. It's asking you to take a leap of faith as there is a sense of newness coming around the corner with this partner. Enjoy the experience with bonding with a soul just as deep as you. There is nothing to be ashamed of or afraid of. Bliss is an ethereal feeling that makes the high feel worthwhile. This is a strong partnership ready to overgo intense feelings of the path they've chosen in order to grow on a deeper soul level.

Themes : Lovers, Channeler, Divine Timing, Peace of Mind, Glory, Special Occasions, Romantic

Numbers: 444, 212, 222, 333, 555, 999

PILE 3 - EMPTY CLIPS

Going outside and getting some fresh air. Bonding with nature and the tides. Exploring the open zones in your area. There's so much to see if you look around. Traveler. Take that train or that bus, where will you go next? Seek for more. The journey is in the pineal gland (third eye), you have to want this. You have to focus and just go for it. Be bold and be righteous. In times of traveling, you will have protection around your aura. Mystical experiences could be noted during this time as the veil is insightly thin right now.

Taking a trip can help cut off old ends and dying partnerships will seize to exist in the next few months. You have to go within and just go with the flow my love. Take the chance, it'll be worth it in the end.

Themes : Adventure, Travel, Oceans, Beaches, 'Narley dude', Making a move, Going slow, Captivating energy.

Numbers: 616, 555, 777, 888, 909

PILE 4 - 'UNWANTED ENERGY, STAYING STILL

If you picked this pile, it is necessary for you to lay low for a while. Your vibration is a little more sensitive than usual. If you picked this group you could possibly be an empath. Also take note that you should consider doing any energy cleanses as needed for your energy to get a boost. Just stay out of drama, gossip and focus on journaling any emotions that make you feel stagnant, sad, depressed, angry, etc. Working on your shadow and inner needs will be substantial for your growth in the later years. So being more secretive on this type of work will be the best choice. You could be a light for other people and could be called into the spotlight for healing. Sensual energy is in your aura waiting to be fully tapped in. You are gracious, please remember. Venus energy is surrounding your being. Look at the stars, and look back at yourself. Remember you are your worst enemy at times, but you can always be better than today.

Themes: 'Shhh, I heard she's got problems', gossip, hear say, crying out loud, making space for yourself and for others, being insane.'

Numbers: 808, 222, 111, 777, 711, 303, 313

[stardustedreams222]

Pick a Pile Collective Love Reading ✨

What’s something your Significant Other wants to tell you but they are too afraid to say it?

🦢These are hard truths to hear, please take a deep breath to open your heart space then choose the pile, crystal or emoji you’re most drawn to. As always, Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. You are always in control of your life. ☁️✨

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

☁️Pile 1: Redline Marble

7 of Wands, Hermit Reversed, King of Cups

They wanna tell you that you’re doing more harm than good by standing your ground and putting up boundaries. That right now, you’re really just isolating yourself from the world. They don’t think it’s healthy but they don’t want to tell you bc they don’t want you to push them away too.

Here’s your advice: Boundaries are a good thing but you have to set those boundaries with compassion and a balanced mind and heart. Are the people you’re cutting off from your life people who are really bad or are they just telling you truths you’re not ready to hear? You need to have Compassion and Patience with yourself first so that you can feel your emotions and have compassion and patience for others who might not have the right words to say the right things.

Signs this is for you: Seagulls, 1989 Taylor’s version, Out of the Woods song in particular, Beach, Pier, Malibu, Sand, White, Blue, 999 777 1111

🦢Pile 2: Selenite

4 of swords, 7 of swords, Chariot, Six of cups Reversed

They want to tell you that they think you need to stand up for yourself. Right now they think you’re taking things too lightly, and justifying it as “I’m staying out of it for my own peace”— but they really think this is just letting other people get away with being mean to you. They want you to start standing your ground and sticking up for yourself even if this means getting into an argument with someone or taking the conflict to HR. They think it’s necessary and the faster you do this the better it’ll be for you. They also want to say that if you need help doing this they’re here for you. You don’t have to face your bullies alone. 🩷

Conflict can be really difficult to face but you deserve to feel safe and if someone is causing you trouble, talking it through and fixing it is better than putting on a mask and convincing yourself it doesn’t hurt.

Signs this is for you: Napping a lot, Feeling restless, Anxiety, Shaking, Mirrors, Mirror magic, Cats, White, Black, Orange cats, Golden retriever, Pitbull 323 333 444 777

🤍Pile 3: Rose Quartz

Knight of Cups Reversed, Knight of Pentacles Reversed, 4 of Wands

This is in regard to a wedding or a marriage. Some of you are planning a wedding and others are already married. There’s conflict with the parents in law or with your parents. Your significant other thought this would be like a fairytale wedding/marriage. But it’s turning out to be either a nightmare or they’re realizing their ideas of this were unrealistic. They thought you were going to be their knight in shining armor to defend them against all troubles with your parents {this is giving Rapunzel, where the prince saves her from mother gothel except you didn’t do this. But they thought and wished you would.} They don’t want to bring this up because they’re worried that when push comes to shove you’ll choose your parents{in law} over them. They’re used to being neglected or chosen last for everything and as much as this is hurting them right now, they’re choosing to suffer in silence. I can see this isn’t your intention at all, but instead you just wanted to keep the peace. Unfortunately, this isnt a situation where keeping the peace is a good thing.

Your advice is to think about what you want and what you are willing to do to show your love. This will require you to stand your ground with your parents{in law} to be the protector your significant other needs you to be. First, create a safe space for your significant other where you can sit down and talk. Let them know they are loved and cherished. Work on making them feel that they don’t have to worry about you choosing someone else over them including your parents{in law.}

Be prepared for healing tears and be open to collaborating on how to fix this moving forward not only with your parents{in law} but with each other. Work on rebuilding a foundation of trust with open, honest communication. It can be difficult at first to get the words out but be patient and compassionate with each other and everything will be all right 🩷✨

Step Two is implementing this by talking to your parents{in laws} and putting up boundaries necessary to protect you and your significant other’s peace.

Signs this is for you: Fighting over tablecloths, Theme wedding, Elven or Fantasy theme wedding, Destination wedding, The Witcher, Game of Thrones, ACOTAR, Estranged parents, Mother/Father in law visiting, Crowded guest bedroom/house, Family gathering, Reunion, Red, White, Black, Silver and Bronze, 353 333 555 444 1111

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

Just a friendly reminder, this reading is for everyone! So think of it as a cozy chat under the stars! You know your story best so, take what resonates and feel free to leave the rest.

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With Love, Astrid 🩷✨

[lotties-ashwagandha]

HIGH PRIESTESS

lottie matthews x reader (gender neutral), word count 777.

you rest outside under the full moon with lottie, and she gives you a tarot reading. full cult leader lottie vibe tonight. also she smokes ehehe sapphics where are u

The reflection of the moon cast a soft glow upon the lake. The water rippled, reinvigorated with the breeze that came ever so often. It was peaceful – there were hardly moments that weren’t peaceful here. The wellness center was built from and lived off of the joy it grew. 

The flickering of a light from beside you on the patio sofa caught your attention – your gaze moved from the lake to Lottie. You watched her light a cigarette, an expression of pensiveness occupying her features as she focused on the tarot cards laid out before her on the coffee table of your patio set. She picked one of them up after a moment, studying it carefully, and you were trying not to stare but you had grown bored of the book in your lap and even the tranquility of the lake dimmed in comparison to Lottie. 

She met your gaze. You looked away, opening your book up to the page you’d marked. Evenings like this were often, and they were your favorite – evenings where the two of you would sit outside by the lake just a short walk from Lottie’s cabin at the wellness center, when for a while you would update each other on your days and bathe in the affirmations of love spilled from each other’s lips, and then you would read and she would do tarot or sort through files of the camp’s residents. Evenings where you were exclusively each other’s while set in the backdrop of the grand aesthetics of the earth. 

“Do you want a reading?” Lottie asked you, and you turned your gaze back to her. She offered you a soft smile and gestured to the tarot cards. “It’s a full moon tonight, a reading could be useful.” 

You nodded. You weren’t entirely sure how the cards worked, but she had given you many readings, and in some sense all of them had proved to be accurate. It was well-known that Lottie was gifted in spirituality, and this was no exception. 

Cigarette held between her lips mindlessly, Lottie shuffled the cards. The cards were gorgeous, black with pale blue designs intricately printed onto the backs. And as she handled them, she seemed to become one with them, bonded with them. 

“What’s the reading for?” you asked. “What are the cards determining?” 

Lottie finished shuffling the cards and set them on the table. She held the cigarette in her left hand, blew the smoke from her lungs before responding. “During the full moon, we set intentions for the coming lunar cycle. This reading determines what your energy looks like right now, it shows us how you’re doing so that you can set the intentions you need going forward.” 

You still weren’t in complete understanding of it, but you didn’t question her. If she thought it would help, then it would. 

“Are you ready?” she asked. When you agreed, she drew three cards, and turned them over one by one. 

“The Fool,” she said, gesturing to the first card. 

“That’s endearing,” you said, sarcasm lacing your tone as you shook your head. 

“It is, actually,” she smiled and took your hand. “The Fool means you’re at the beginning of a journey, a journey I’m here to guide you on.” she wrapped an arm around you, and you took the opportunity to slide closer to her, leaning your head in the crook of her neck as you looked down at the other two cards. 

“The second card,” you said, “the two of cups, what does that mean?” 

“Balance,” Lottie explained. “Especially emotional balance. It means you’re finally beginning to find stability in your surroundings, that you can finally heal.” 

Your gaze drifted back to the water. Balance, the world you’d found here was balance itself. You’d found peace in multitudes in the arms of the woman that held you, that healed you, that brought you to the happiness you had always craved. 

“The third card?” 

“The Lovers,” she said, and she held you ever so slightly closer. “I don’t think I need to explain that one.” 

You shook your head. The two of you sat in contented silence as you rested in her arms, looking down at the tarot cards as they laid in the spread. Joy filled you, warm happiness that swelled in your chest and left you feeling giddy. Nothing could compare to the tranquility – the balance, the love – that occupied your every thought.  Lottie collected the tarot cards, but as she picked them up, one fell out – you picked it up for her and smiled as you read the title. Self-explanatory, and a sign of your eternal belonging: The High Priestess.

[siren-141]

Hi hi! Could we do 777 with Simon Riley pretty please!!

With lots of love!!

-Mika🩷🥭

hey there, I'm so sorry that I'm just now getting around to this 😭😭 thank you so much for the request, I loved writing these. it's super late but this one concludes my summer challenge :) enjoy 🖤

warnings: none really lmao. unrequited love that's not actually unrequited. is this considered fluff?? summer sleepover

bad friends – black honey

It had been a long week. It had been raining, dark grey clouds covering the sky for what felt like the whole week, casting a shadow over the base. Everyone was beat down and the energy was low, everyone tucking themselves away in their own spaces. That’s how you wound up running yourself a piping hot bath, with your favorite eucalyptus candle lit in the corner.

Stepping into the tub, you slowly lowered yourself into the water. You could see the steam coming up from the surface past the bubbles, even in the dim light. This was ultimate relaxation for you – something you didn’t often have time for.

It had been about 15 minutes of relaxation, soft music playing in the background. Your eyes were shut, and all the tension was gone from your body.

“You should really lock your door,” a voice called out in your room. You didn’t even bother to open your eyes, knowing that voice from anywhere.

“I could hear your heavy footsteps down the hall, Simon. Not very Ghost-like when it’s 11pm on a night off.”

You smiled to yourself, taking a relaxing deep breath. Nothing about your team startled you – you were too used to them and their ways, that almost nothing would shock you.

Simon closed – and locked – your main door behind him. Walking around the dimly lit room, he took in the atmosphere. He looked around at the fake ivy plant on top of your dresser and the scattered pictures you had hung up of different landscapes and events you’d gone to, studying your space with a piqued interest. He could hear your phone playing in the bathroom, and took note of what kind of music you liked during a time like this.

“Just came in to check on you. Been kind of an off week for everyone, seems like,” he commented, walking further into your room, admiring the small homemade painting you had hanging near your bathroom door. It was a beautiful landscape, with lush grass and crystal blue skies, the sun filtering throughout the painting. Nothing like the usual scenery that your team was used to, no – something peaceful to look at at the end of each night, something to look forward to. He couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“‘m fine, just figured I’d take advantage of the night off,” you answered him, and completely instinctually, he looked towards the sound of your voice. That was his mistake.

Your voice drowned out and time seemed to slow for him. Your bathroom door was only cracked about four inches open, but those four inches seemed like the cracked gates of heaven. He looked at you, really looked at you. You laid there in the tub, soap suds covering your body and almost spilling out of the tub, your head leaned back against the shower wall. Your eyes were closed, but you looked utterly at peace. Every expanse of skin that showed through – your shoulder peeking above the tub, your neck that was exposed from your hair being pulled up, the tops of your knees that raised just over the water because the tub was too short, even for you – he committed it all to memory. He could stare at you like this forever: a renaissance painting in his own mind.

“...right?” Time started again at your prompt, and he quickly concentrated on what you had just said. You know you don’t have to check on me, right?

“‘course I do,” he grunted, turning away and shaking his head. “I check on everyone. ‘ts my job.”

Simon Riley, always the caretaker. Ghost might put up a front that he’s ruthless, emotionless, and that he doesn’t care – the first of it true – but Simon was another story. This team relied on trust and empathy for one another, whether it was obvious or not: you couldn’t run if you all hated each other. Each of you had unintentionally carved out a small part of your hearts for one another to fit in, and once you were there, there was next to nothing that could remove it. Simon might have his walls up, armed guards positioned at the top of them ready to shoot at anything that might get too close, but small gestures like this was all that was needed to see that he truly cared.

You sighed, partially from the relaxing scent of your candle drifting your way, and partially from exasperation of the stubborn man in the next room. “You should worry less about us sometimes and focus all that energy on yourself, Si. When was the last time you did something for yourself?”

The question rang in his head and all he could think about was you.

“You’ve gotta start taking care of yourself, big guy.” He sits on your bed, staring at the wall in front of him or looking around the contents of your nightstand – anywhere but through the four-inch crack of your door.

It’s silent for a moment, but it’s a comfortable silence. A few minutes go by, and he can hear the water sloshing around before you pull the drain cover and let the water drain out.

You finally make an appearance. Standing in the doorway, you had finally turned the big light on in your bathroom, having gotten dressed in your night clothes. Combing your hair out with your fingers, you looked at him with your eyebrow raised. His big frame sat on your bed, making it look so small, and you could tell he looked tired.

“I meant what I said, Simon. You deserve to take care of yourself.”

Turning around, you walked back into the bathroom, door now swung all the way open. Simon followed, crossing the small space to lean against the door frame. He was so much bigger than you, head almost hitting the top of the frame and shoulders so wide that he took up almost the entire width. He watched as you went through each bottle of your four-step skincare routine, slathering serum onto your face evenly.

He broke the silence.

“You’re beautiful.”

Of course your mind began to race, heart rate picking up immediately. You’d had feelings for the guy for quite a while now, but what would it do to the team dynamic if anyone acted on it? You couldn’t take the risk. That was the excuse you told yourself – you couldn’t risk the team being awkward. In reality? You’d always just shut off that part of you – the part of your brain that would wonder things like when are you going to find someone and imagine your dream man: why does he look just like Simon and do you really want to be alone or are you just telling yourself that

So you do what you always do when situations similar to this come up – you laugh. You play it casual and you laugh it off.

Smile wide, you don’t miss a beat as you continue to stare in your bathroom mirror, rubbing in the face cream as your third step. “My hair is a mess and I’m slugging my face right now, but okay!”

You try not to think about it, thinking that maybe it was just a late night, thinking that he had forgotten about it just as quickly as he had brought it up. You finished slathering the overnight mask onto your face, washed your hands, and as you turn to leave the bathroom without really looking, you bump into him, who didn’t even budge.

His finger gently hooks under your chin, just barely missing the line where your skincare serum starts, and lifts your head.

“I meant what I said,” he holds your eye contact until he can see that you’re fully focused on him now and that your thoughts aren’t racing like they were a minute before. He needs you to be fully present when he talks to you. “You’re beautiful.”

Your breathing is shallow, and you can almost hear your heart beating through your ears; feel the blood pumping a little extra hard throughout your veins. You couldn’t break eye contact right now if you tried – he captivated you, every one of your senses utterly surrounded by him.

He leaned down slowly, bridging the gap between you two, and your eyes closed in nervous anticipation. He was still in that moment, and you could almost feel his lips on yours before he turned his head, pressing a slow and gentle kiss to your cheek. He can hear your small gasp, breath finally finding you again, and he lingers there, eyes closing to remember this moment.

Leaning back, his hand drops back to his side and he looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes that have nothing but yearning in them. “I’d better let you get to sleep. Remember to lock your door.”

Simon crosses the room and hears your small goodnight back to him as he pulls the door shut behind him, waiting silently on the other side until he hears the lock click.

That night, you stayed up for another two hours, feeling utterly lovesick. And this time, it felt good.

[jobean12-blog]

Boys in Bed with Books (23)-Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 777

Summary: Joel is always the one in control but when he’s reading and relaxing you take the opportunity to turn the tables...or so you think. 

Author’s Note: I’ve missed my Boys in Bed so here we are again...had to do Joel and thank you to my sweet Nat @blackwidownat2814 for giving me the encouragement. Love and appreciate you always! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰

Warnings: some (d)omish vibes- maybe a little, (o)ral, lots of yummies, some softness too (18+ONLY PLEASE!!!)

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @joelmjller thank you lovely🥰

Boys in Bed with Books Masterlist

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Reading again?”

Joel looks up from his book, his eyes following you as you move around the room.

“You seem surprised sweetheart,” he hums.

“I’m happy. You look relaxed,” you reply, turning away to search for clothes in your dresser drawer.

You start to undress, leaving only your shirt on as you grab your towel and get ready for a shower. Before going into the bathroom you stop by the bed and peer at the cover of Joel’s book.

“The Martian,” you say softly. “An Ellie recommendation?”

“Actually, I picked this one myself.”

He looks proud and your smile widens.

“She’s going to love that,” you tell him before kissing his cheek. “How is it so far?”

“Really good…there’s a lot of Science, I’m learning.”

“Even better,” you tease.

His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt and brush your bare hip before tightening and pulling you closer. He bends his head to yours and his hand trails teasingly down the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Are you makin’ fun of me darlin’?” he murmurs.

You close your eyes and ghost your lips across his.

“I’m going to shower,” you answer, slipping from his grasp with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

You can feel the heat of his stare as you walk into the bathroom and with one last look back you see his hand curled into a fist as his gaze devours you.  

When you step back into the bedroom, the sight of Joel lying on the bed, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his chest over the now closed book, has you feeling a rush of want.

His eyes are closed and his face is peaceful and at first the thought of disturbing him fills you with trepidation, but as you continue to watch him and he shifts with a whisper of your name you gain the confidence to take control and help him relax even more.

On that note, you let your towel fall to the floor and climb onto the bed. You crawl up his body and place soft kisses along his chest.

He groans and his hands quickly find your bare skin, his touch reverent as they smooth along your curves. His eyes open, mixed with sleepiness and desire.

“What are you up to darlin’? he asks, his voice thick with heat.  

In answer you slide back down his body and finger the button of his jeans until it pops open. He stares through half lidded eyes as you drag his jeans down far enough to release him.

“Oh fuck baby,” he moans when your head dips.

Your fingers dig into the muscles of his thighs as they tense and his breathing stutters when you take him into your mouth.

Your movements are deliberately languid and he flexes his hips, pushing himself deeper past your lips.

After a little more teasing, you begin to work him harder, gazing at him from under your lashes and feeling a rush of heat between your legs when you see grab at the sheets with his hands. He curls his fingers into the fabric, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth as he throws his head back against the pillow.

Just as you feel him drawing close, you release him.

“Darlin’, what are you doin’?” he growls, lifting his head and pinning you with an almost pained look.

“I need you inside of me,” you whisper.

His frustration disappears instantly.

“Then get the fuck up here and ride me.”

His gruff demand makes you clench around nothingness but you steel yourself and give him a demure lift of your shoulders, slowly dragging his jeans off and savoring the desperation in his words.  

“Patience,” you purr.

His jaw is clenched tightly and he grinds his teeth, eyes dark.

You make your way back up his body, trailing kisses along the cut of muscle at his hip, before straddling him.

His rough hands reach for you, grabbing your waist and grinding you down over him before his fingers graze your stomach and dip between your legs. Your hand moves to his, wanting to take back control but he brushes it aside.

“Stop it or I’ll stop darlin’,” he warns as he spreads you open.

You gasp his name, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin as you relinquish all power, silently giving in to him.

His eyes fly to yours, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His free hand lifts to curl around your neck and he drags your mouth down to his, whispering against your lips, “don’t forget you belong to me.”

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[fivestaralien]

late night call

ji changmin x gn!reader

word count: 777

warnings+": lots of dialogue sorry if that bothers you ik sometimes it bothers me, sleepy late night calls, changmin is just too cute<3

a.n.// been in a writers block the past week or so but I had this in the drafts for a while so here you go!! hope you enjoy and plz let me know what you think:) stay safe everyone!

//

No matter what position you change to, nothing was comfortable enough to fall back asleep. The first night of many that you would be alone and you had a suspicious feeling that you’d struggle sleeping for all of them. You throw the covers off of you and grumpily go to the kitchen to make some tea hoping that it helps a little bit.

 As you wait for the water to boil you check your phone to see a few messages from Changmin awhile ago, letting you know that he just got off the plane and that he misses you so much. The Boyz had just started their new tour and you already wished it to be over. 

 You reply back saying you also miss him and to have fun and come back to you safely. Not a second later your phone is ringing and Changmin is calling to facetime you. 

 “Hi baby, what are you doing up so late?” He asks the second you answer.

 “I just can’t sleep without you,” you pout. “I’m making some tea though so hopefully it helps. How was your flight?” 

 You hear rustling and then a voice telling Changmin they’re leaving and you ask if he needs to go. Changmin protests immeadietly saying that Chanhee is going to meet up with some of the guys but he felt too jet lagged to get out of bed. Plus he just really wants to talk to you.

 “The flight was so long but nothing too bad and I’m sorry you can’t sleep. I left chucky there for you to cuddle!” The excitement in his voice makes you smile and you don’t have the heart to tell him you already put his precious scary doll hidden in your coat closet.

 “Don’t worry he’s still in the chair you left him in.”

 “I don’t believe you for a second but I’ll let it slide for now because I love you.” You can hear him rolling his eyes and you giggle at how well Changmin knows you. 

The kettle begins to whistle and you quickly take it off the stove. Changmin tells you to be careful when pouring because you always spill so just to tease him you joke you’ll do it on purpose. 

 “Yah, just because I’m not there doesn’t mean you can go around doing reckless things.” He scolds playfully. 

 The atmosphere falls into comfortable silence as you make your tea, hearing Changmin's soft breaths already helping you feel sleepy. The clinking of the spoon against the glass cup puts you in a trance but the voice in your phone stops you. 

 “You there baby?”

 “Yeah sorry, listening to you talk is making me sleepy.” You say softly not wanting to ruin the peacefulness you were feeling right now.

 “So I’m boring you?” He teases and laughs when he hears your disapproving noise.

 “No,” You whine, “Your voice is just so warm and homey. My brain tells me we’re safe whenever I hear it.” You blush at how crazy you sound hoping that he somehow didn’t hear you. 

 “Um, pretend I didn’t say that because that was so cheesy I nearly threw up.” You rush out extremely embarrassed but Changmin's cute giggle lightens that feeling. 

 “Your voice sounds like home to me too.” He whispers. Your heart and stomach flutter at the same time leaving goosebumps on your arms, “I miss you so much and we barely started the tour.”

 Settling back into your bed you put the phone on speaker, putting it right beside your legs and taking a sip of your drink. 

 “We will see each other soon enough Min. Plus we’ll talk as much as we can like usual. We’ve been through this before we can tough it out again.” Your voice was strong but on the inside you were dying for his touch again. 

 “I know. It just gets harder and harder to stay away from you every time I leave.” You could hear the pout on his lips as he talked, causing you to sport your own. 

 “Try not to think about it. I know it’s easier said than done but we will get through this together.” You promise. 

 You stay on the phone a little longer before you begin to grow sleepy again and Changmin whispers a quiet, I love you, as your breathing evens out and he falls asleep not long after. When Chanhee comes back he quickly puts together that you fell asleep on the phone together. He walks over to see his friend's phone nearly dead so he plugs it in, careful not to hang up on you and sets it back near Changmin's head.

// my masterlists!!

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 4 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC:777

Love.

Love, by definition, is an intense feeling of deep affection.

Or

A strong affection for another out of kinship of personal ties.

Or

Attraction based on sexual desire.

It could be anything or everything you hope for.

Or

The feeling can haunt you.

Love or Lust? Is a question that the majority ask.

All of us ask.

Love is when you try to place them or it out of your mind. But you can’t. You can’t think of anyone or anything else. Just them.

If he danced, she danced. And if he didn’t

She still did.

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. Or at least something you can call your paradise. Give it a chance Morales.

That’s the same advice Harmony would give him any time he felt stressed.

Say yes to me, I’ve got my eye on you.

Harmony never said those words out loud. She refused, she valued their friendship too much.

She was willing to stay if he left, just so he would have someone to come back to if he decided to return.

He stayed in her mind.

Just like Gwen stayed in his.

Just like Harmony stayed in Miles’.

Not her Miles. The other Miles.

The Miles that knew who she was. The Miles that would burn the world down just to make her happy. The Miles that would sacrifice anyone and everyone to keep her safe. The Miles that loves her.

He’d give anything to spend a few hours with her again.

Hours.

It’s been hours since she heard from Miles.

Don’t let him forget about me.

She didn’t want to relive this feeling of being alone. Harmony didn’t want to keep crying in the silk cloth of her pillow. She didn’t care how long it took.

All though she should've.

As long as she was with Miles, a smile adorned her face. He was her own personal sun. Always bubbly, but left her cold and alone at night. Just to pop back up again the next day and do it all over again.

Harmony hated to admit it, but she was scared.

It felt like he didn’t care.

Why am I still here?

She didn’t mean to be complacent with the decision he made.

But why?

Why her?

Did he think of her every night before he went to sleep or did he think of Harmony for hours on end?

Hours.

It’s been hours since she heard from Miles.

A knock sounded from her window.

Maybe he didn’t forget about me.

Harmony thought while throwing back the comforter.

Not Miles.

Miles’ suit wasn’t white.

Nor did it have a hood.

Or pink.

It was Gwen.

Harmony raised a brow and opened her window, the outside air was cooler than it was inside her room. It was almost 10 at night and the city was lively.

You could hear the laughter from where they were. You could see the fluorescent lighting from the neon signs that were still lit and wouldn’t be turned off until the sun came up the next day.

It was calming.

Calming would’ve been the word to describe the music that was playing on the record player a few feet away.

It would’ve been calming if the coolness against his face wasn’t coming from a metal gauntlet that covered the hand of the other version of himself.

It would’ve been calming if he wasn’t tied on a stiff punching bag. His back was aching.

Everything was aching, like it had been for hours.

Hours.

He’s been here for hours.

If he wasn’t glitching then he was begging for his escape.

Or he was taking blows.

His face was covered in dirt and more bruises.

He was exhausted.

Miles from Earth 42 didn’t bat an eye.

He was envious.

Envious of what Miles had back on Earth 1610.

He had Harmony.

He wondered if she was like his Harmony.

She shined like the patent leather on his new 11’s.

She read him like a book, like he was the Bible and she was the reverend.

Miles spent hours talking about his days as a youth to her.

Exposing all his demons and exposing the reasons he was the way he was.

While Miles was too scared to exposed himself, Harmony knew him better than he knew himself. She got him. She hugged him. Told him she missed him.

He fell in love for the first time.

And now that was all gone.

He was envious of everything that he lost.

Everything and anything he hoped for was gone.

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