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[hgfictionwriter]

Revelations: Part Five

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Tensions and emotion have been building for weeks and weeks. You're still trying to reconcile what your relationship - and your future - was, and what it is now. Everything comes to a head.

Warnings: Angst. Mention of masturbation and sex. Language.

A/N: Rest of the series can be found here.

"How's my beautiful girl? I can't wait to see how gorgeous you'll look."

You sighed inwardly as you read Jessie's text as you and your friends waited. You were wedding dress shopping today and this was your first booking of the day.

Jessie's text sparked a smile, however it was brief as your eye was drawn to the prior messages from the other day.

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"Hey, I know it's [y/friend's] birthday dinner on Friday and the reservation is at 6:00. Do you know if we're all starting right away or do you think there'll be drinks first and then dinner later?"

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Well, it's just that Zoie starts swimming Friday and her class starts at 5:30. I'm just trying to sort out how I might be able to do both."

"Babe?"

"I don't have to go to her class. It's totally fine. There'll be others."

"It's fine Jess. Just show up when you can."

"No, it's okay. They probably won't even do much day one. I'll go to the next one."

"Jess. Go to Zoie's class. She'd want you there."

"You sure? It's not too, too far from where you guys are meeting. So I shouldn't be overly late. I'll bring [y/friend] a bottle of her favourite wine."

"All good. We'll be happy to see you whenever you get there."

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You sighed again as you finished rereading. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard and you found it difficult to muster up the energy to respond. You did though.

"You know you're not supposed to see the wedding dress until the actually wedding, right? lol"

You name was called and your head snapped up and a polite smile crossed your face as you stood. You tucked your phone away and your friends ushered you along after the consultant.

"It says here you have a December wedding," the consultant remarked as she turned to you with a warm smile while you walked.

"Oh, yeah," you answered tepidly, somehow caught off guard by the comment.

"Winter weddings are nice! And we don't get quite as many of those," she commented lightly as she continued to lead you and your friends to the room at the back.

"Oh. My fiancée is a footballer, so we scheduled it during her off season."

"Very nice," she said. "Now, what kind of a style were you thinking for your dress?" She asked as you reached your destination and she turned to you with clasped hands awaiting your response.

Your mind went eerily blank. You'd envisioned a dress, or at least a couple, several times before. You'd pictured Jessie standing at the end of the aisle, tears in her eyes as she watched you walk down the aisle. You'd pictured how tenderly she'd hold your hands as you said your vows. You'd pictured her slipping the band on your finger. The kiss.

But right now you just felt tired and you mind slowly churned as it tried to conjure up a vision.

You blushed in embarrassment. "Um, I don't really know. Whatever looks good, I guess," you said with a laugh you hoped didn't sound too forced.

Your friends immediately jumped in with ideas and for that were you thankful.

Soon you were offered option after option after option. One dress held up after another, each awaiting your approval or disapproval, everyone watching you closely. You could feel your nerves starting to fray as this whole exercise began to overwhelm you.

Eventually, to put a stop to the carousel of dresses, you picked the one that actually stayed in your mind throughout the barrage of options. Everyone chattered excitedly as the dress was retrieved and the consultant opened the lush curtains to the fitting room.

You stepped in and she began to prepare some things for you. Subconsciously you retrieved your phone, looking for some kind of distraction and reprieve from the way your heart was beating loud in your chest.

You opened Instagram mindlessly and the first story on your feed was one Sara posted.

You hadn't wanted to add her. But she extended an invite, and, well, Jessie had her now too, so you might as well be in than out.

You vaguely noted the consultant talking to you over her shoulder, but you were more focused on the clip of Jessie and Zoie kicking a soccer ball back and forth at the park, laughing and running together. The caption, "She wants to be just like her mama" sent a searing pain through your chest.

"Okay, you're all set."

"Hm?" You asked blankly as you looked up from your phone to the woman. Your eyes darted between her and the dress and you plastered a smile on your face. "Oh, great. Thank you."

"Don't worry much about fit right now. It's probably going to feel bulky and not quite right, but that's all stuff we tailor and sort out as part of the alterations. Now, do you want to call one of your friends in to help with the dress?"

"Oh, yeah," you said as you shook your head out with another practiced smile while you tried to stay present.

Your friend helped you step into the dress and you even managed to have a laugh during the whole process as she zipped you up. A soft smile was still on your face as she turned you towards the full-length mirrors. She rested her hands on your shoulders as she took you in, a smile of awe on her face.

You looked at your reflection as you stood there in what could be your wedding dress. You were smiling in the mirror, a smile of yours that had become second nature the past few months and one that you were oh so sick of. This image before you - you smiling in this gorgeous gown, a vision of you at the alter - it felt distant and foreign. You didn't recognize this person.

"You look stunning. What do you think?" Your friend asked. You smiled further.

"I like it," you lied.

As she unzipped you later, you purposefully made a request that drew her away and left you to stand there quietly in front of the mirror alone as you held up the dress with one hand.

This should've been a joyous moment. Instead, you felt like you were mourning a future that never came to be.

That image of Jessie laughing and running around with Zoie - knowing that it was Sara watching on, not you - flashed through your mind.

There were two parallel worlds happening. Jessie your fiancée. Jessie, doting parent to a daughter that wasn't yours, dedicated co-parent and partner to someone who wasn't you.

You stared at yourself for a few moments before your eyes began to sting and your lip trembled. You immediately turned away and took a deep, shuddering breath.

You had a choice to make. Or rather, whether you liked it or not, it felt like the choice had been made for you.

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You heard Jessie's key slide into the lock and the bolt turn before the door opened. Her voice carried down the hall as you heard her taking off her shoes, bags rustling in hand.

"Hey, you didn't get back to me, so I just picked up some stuff for stir fry. Is that okay?"

You didn't reply.

Instead, you remained seated at the kitchen table, shoulders slack and body listless as you stared vacantly at the shining diamond ring you'd set in the middle of the table. This ring that she'd bought and given to you with love, with promise, intent and dreams.

You absently rubbed your ring finger that now felt naked. In the grand scheme of things, the ring hadn't been on your finger for all that long, but you felt something akin to phantom sensations despite it.

"Oh, there you are. Are you-"

Jessie's words died off as did her steps as she came to a stop a couple of feet from you. You didn't have to look up to know her eyes were fixed on the ring as well.

You room was heavy with silence before you finally forced yourself to look up at her. You could feel tears forming behind your eyes already. Her gaze shifted from the ring to you and you immediately noticed the shimmering of her eyes.

She visibly swallowed and when she spoke her voice trembled just so despite the faint smile she tried to force. "Hey, what's going on?"

You inhaled as you shifted in your seat to face her. You went to speak, but your throat constricted with impending emotion and your lip began to quiver as tears threatened to fall.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say as you looked up at her. She dropped your gaze, eyes shifting to the floor and you noted how her hands balled tightly into fists as she tried to control her emotions. Her eyes remained transfixed on the floor and you repeated yourself, your voice wavering this time. "I'm sorry, Jess."

She didn't say anything right away and you were about to speak when a tear fell from her, catching the light from the room before it hit the ground.

She looked up at you, eyes brimming with tears and looking so crestfallen. Her cheeks were flushed red; you reflected idly on how there was a time when you'd have inspired that in her as a blush, now here you were breaking her heart.

Your shoulders shook as your own tears began to overtake you. You sniffled and began to speak, feeling the need to explain and to fill this aching silence.

"It's not that I don't love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're everything I could ever want," your voice rose in pitch as your vocal cords strained. "But I just feel like every day - at one point or another - my heart is getting broken over and over again. I thought I'd be able to fix things. To just get over things. But I haven't. And I'm just starting to feel numb. I-I just don't know what to do anymore."

Jessie's breathing hitched as she began to muster a response, but you forged on feeling like if you didn't say everything you needed to now, you'd just fall back into her arms and that's where you'd stay.

"You have a new life. A new family-" You saw her ready to interject and you cut her off "-it's true, Jess. I know I'm your family, too. But so is Zoie. And Sara. I know you try to dismiss your connection with her, but you are tied to her forever. And I know you don't want to give her precedence over me, but reality is, she's the mother of your child and always will be. You need to put Zoie first, and by proxy, at times Sara - and I can't fault you for that. Your duty and your dedication to your loved ones is one of the many things about you I fell in love with," you forced a laugh as tears fell. You looked at her sadly.

"You gained a family. And I feel like I lost one. It's no one's fault. Maybe that's what makes it so hard." You took a shaky breath. "I think I would've handled this better if I'd come in knowing you had this. But for it to come up the way it has...it's turned everything upside down for me and I just don't know how to right it. I wish I did," you said remorsefully as you dropped her gaze and blinked through more tears. Your hands shook as you wrung them before looking up at her.

"I just don’t feel like I fit anymore. I’ve been trying. I want nothing more than a future with you, but it just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Jessie had been crying quietly as she listened to you speak. Her face was red, her cheeks tear-stained as her chest hitched now and then with unsteady breaths.

Surprise flooded your system and she knelt in front of you. Here she was, on bended knee, taking your hands in hers, sorrow in her eyes and such a contrast from when she knelt before you in much the same way many months before, except that time with unhindered hope and love as she asked you to be hers forever.

“Please don’t do this. I know it’s hard right now. But we can find a way. It’ll get better. And easier. I promise," Jessie beseeched as she looked up at you from her position on the floor.

You didn't know what to say. There wasn't really anything to say. So you just smiled apologetically, hoping she could see how much this was breaking your heart as well.

Jessie searched your eyes and you saw her expression fall furthermore as she cried anew. She clutched your hands as quiet sobs began to take her.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I never wanted this to happen," she said through her cries. It tore you apart seeing her like this, but in some bizarre way it actually affirmed your decision. You squeezed her hands, caressing the back of them tenderly with your thumbs.

“I know, baby. But I guess this is just how life is. Things can be unexpected. And they don’t always go the way you planned. And this is exactly why this won’t work. You shouldn’t have to feel sorry. You shouldn’t have to apologize. You have a gorgeous, sweet little girl. And there’s nothing wrong with that. At all. She deserves all of you and you shouldn't have to choose. And I know I'm the one who's been forcing you to."

You paused, trying to gather your composure, but your voice was still taut as you spoke.

"I'm sorry I'm so selfish. But I also know I'd never forgive myself if Zoie got even the slightest sense that any of this...strife, or difficulty, was because of her. She doesn't deserve that and it's certainly not her fault."

Jessie looked ready to protest. You forged on.

"I truly wish the best for you and for Zoie. And even Sara," you added with a watery laugh before you sniffled. "I know it hasn't been easy navigating things, Jess. I know how hard you tried. And it meant so much that you tried." You let out a brief sob. "Thank you for loving me." Jessie's face collapsed in tears as you said that and she reached up to cup your cheek. You couldn't resist leaning into her touch, but you had to finish what you had to say.

"I stopped wishing that I had gotten to you first. Then you'd be mine, and we could have our old life, or God, that it would be our child we're raising. But even that didn't feel good, because then Zoie wouldn't exist. And that's not right. She's added so much light and love to your life, to your family's - and despite the complications, mine too. I just can't embrace everything the way you have. I can't let go of what I wanted."

You took a shaky breath.

"To be honest - I just don't like who I am right now. How I've been feeling. What I'm bringing to our relationship. So," your features screwed up as you tried to put on a brave face, "it's time for me to go."

Jessie shook her head with a pained expression.

"No, you don't have to. Babe, please," she pleaded as more tears fell, "we can figure this out. I know you feel like you don't fit anymore, but you really do. What can I do to help you see that?" You let her question hang and she stared at you expectantly. She tried to smile, but it flickered with the heartache she was feeling. "We belong together. We love each other."

She said it with such finality it almost convinced you that it was enough.

You looked at her with the first real smile in what felt like so long. You were crying through it, but it was real.

"You deserve so much happiness," you said.

Jessie searched your eyes as she absorbed your words. A sob escaped her and she looked down. A moment passed and she leant her head down and kissed your hand, her lips lingering on your skin for several seconds before she pulled back.

She swallowed visibly as she brought her other hand to yours now as well, clasping yours in both of hers. Her eyes were still trained down as she nodded once. A beat passed and she looked up at you, brown eyes glistening and mournful, but somehow still full of love. She nodded once more as she gave you as brave a smile as she could, no matter how heartbroken she was.

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, too," she whispered, voice breaking.

She rose up higher onto her knees and you both met in a soft, tight embrace. Cries wracked your body and hers as you clung onto one another. You inhaled her scent, eyes closing as you willed yourself to remember it; to remember the feel of her hair, the sound and feel of her breath, the feel of her body against yours - you engrained it all.

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Sometimes, when a relationship ends, you don't know how the other person will be. Someone who you felt you knew so well can become a stranger overnight. But, that wasn't the case with Jessie.

She was gracious and loving despite the breakup. So much so that sometimes you had to remind her - as painful as it was - that you didn't belong to each other anymore.

"Hey, I'll be home late night. Midfielders are doing some extra technical work this afternoon. I'll text you when I'm done though. I could bring you home dinner or something though?" She'd asked hopefully one time as you both readied for the day.

"That's sweet of you to offer, but it's okay. And it's considerate, but you don't need to keep me apprised of your day. You don't owe me that," you gently reminded her. She gave you a tight, pained smile as she nodded her acceptance.

"Right," she said with a weak laugh. "Well. I guess I'll see you later, then. Um. Have a good day."

The few weeks until you could take possession of a new apartment had been awkward and delicate. You offered to move in with a friend in the interim, but Jessie had convinced you not to. Well, she wasn't wrong that living out of a suitcase for that long would be unnecessarily annoying, and there was certainly no point in moving all of your things twice. So, you'd stayed, with Jessie insisting on relegating herself to an air mattress in the living room. You'd argued with her, but she'd dug her heels in.

The days went by slowly, and at the same time, your move in date grew steadily closer and the pit in your stomach grew just the same. You'd had cold feet several times, but knew it was just some misguided part of you looking for the easy path and short-term pay-off.

It was hard to not have doubts when - despite everything - you and Jessie still got along so well. While it was undeniably hard to be in the same room as her and not be with her, it was still easy in a way. When you allowed yourself, you could chat about your days, even laugh.

What caused the most confusion was probably the fact that you didn't know how to be Jessie's friend. Even when you and her had been just friends at the beginning - a lifetime ago now - there was always something underlying. You had chemistry from the get-go and it was near impossible to deny.

And now, after everything, how could you possibly pretend to just be friends. How could you pretend you weren't in love with her? How could you pretend that this woman sitting a couple feet from you on the couch didn't preoccupy your every thought and could make or break you with her words.

Hell, that not only did she own your heart and mind, but your body, too. That as you laid there lonely in this bed you used to share, that your hand strayed as memories flooded your senses. Of all those nights, mornings, stolen moments, where she made love to you so passionately and desperately. The feeling so intimate and tender, like you were the only person on this earth with her and you the only one who could give her what she needed while she was the only one who could make you whole.

And with the way she looked at you - sometimes unabashed, sometimes fleeting - how could you pretend that she didn't feel the same way?

During moments of weakness, it seemed a silly thing to fight. In a world as dark and lonely as this one could be, why would you leave someone you loved and who loved you back?

But when Jessie spent nights coordinating things with Sara and then went out with her and Zoie on others, you remembered.

The day came when you took possession of your new apartment. You'd initially resisted her offer to help you move, but your resolve weakened and failed.

She'd worn a bright smile all day as she cheerfully tackled every task. You knew her well though; she was trying far too hard.

She helped you arrange furniture, move boxes around, check all the fixtures in the new place, the list went on. Even after you'd dismissed your friends, she'd insisted on sticking around and began helping you unpack.

Her eager assistance carried on into the night. Each time she finished one task, she readily started on another and good-naturedly dismissed your offers to let her stop.

As she chatted fast and constant throughout the night, hitting any and every topic she could, you saw this woman before you - the woman you well and truly loved - making every excuse to not leave. And truthfully, you were happy to delay the inevitable goodbye.

So for now, you both knew what she was doing, but neither of you vocalized it.

You eventually checked your phone. 12:30 am.

"Okay, so I was thinking of unpacking your books over here for now. I saw this really nice bookcase online the other day - I can get it for you over the weekend if you like. I think it could go really well over here. And-"

"Jess."

Her movements stilled and the room grew silent and heavy. She slowly turned to face you and you could see her thinly veiled trepidation.

You offered her a regretful smile as you fought back emotions and grief that began to bubble up inside of you.

"You should go...," you said gently.

She held your gaze for several moments, seemingly teetering on the edge of whether to protest or not. She nodded sadly and forced a smile that faltered as her eyes began to fill with tears.

She forced a laugh as she closed the space between you.

"It's a nice place. Could use some colour, but I know you'll take care of that," she said as she scratched nervously at the back of her neck and gave another weak laugh.

"Thanks for all of your help. Truly," you said.

Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth quivered faintly. "Anytime," she said, voice thick with emotion.

She stared at you a moment longer before exhaling, puffing out her cheeks before trying to choke back tears. "I know we're not together. But," she paused, debating her words, "I really do love you. I know you can't make any promises, but, if you're open to it I want you in my life." A quiet sob veiled as a laugh escaped her. "I don't know what my life looks like without you."

"I love you, too, Jessie," you said. You couldn't lie about that.

She embraced you and you held each other tightly in a lingering, tearful hug. Neither of you wanted to be the first to let go.

You eventually conceded and gingerly, regretfully, extracted yourself from her arms. Her fingers lingered as long as she could let them before you stepped back.

You gave her a watery smile.

"Take care of yourself, Jessie."

The statement seemed to wound her, but she covered it up with a tight smile.

"You too."

As you stood before her, a brief recollection came to you of a time long past; your first date. Even then, you knew with absolutely certainty you were going to see her again. As soon as possible if you could help it.

For the first time since the beginning, you didn't know if or when you'd see her again.

You gave her another quick hug, yet again committing her and everything about her to memory.

"I'll see you," you said softly as you hugged her. "And we'll talk soon. Good night, Jess."

Her cheek brushed against yours as she slowly pulled back. Her eyes shone with fresh tears. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it, offering you a renewed smile instead.

"Good night, Y/N."

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A/N: I did say that things would get a lot rougher before they got better. Let me know your thoughts.

Tag requests: @marvelwomen-simp @valuyhh

[valiwrites]

reincarnation ✧.* formula 1

part1 part2 part3

: ̗̀➛ pairing: formula 1 x senna!reincarnation!male!oc (nico santos) : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, hate comments : ̗̀➛ author’s note: i wrote this before and got a lot of hate for it. if it’s not your thing, just scroll past—no need to spread negativity. i didn’t write this just to read mean comments.

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lando ✔︎

liked by nicosantos, f1, scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55, lewishamilton and 1.4m others

lando no matter where you go, you'll still be my best teammate

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user1 lando what does that mean 😭��

user2 i'm panicking... what do you mean by that

user3 i think he's leaving mclaren

user4 wait what?? lando or nico?

user3 nico probably bc of everything that has been happening lately

user5 ferrari liked- why did ferrari like this

user6 stop!! i don't want him to leave 😭😭

user7 what if he's leaving leaving

user8 no he isn't he's just changing teams

f1 ✔︎

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f1 nico santos is set to join ferrari for the 2025 season! wishing him all the best of luck!

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user1 don't you dare

user2 wait he will be replacing carlos?? then who's replacing nico??

user3 oscar piastri, who was a reserve driver for mclaren

user4 i kinda wanna see nico in red tho ngl

user5 samee he has a bright future in ferrari

user6 imagine he moved to red bull tho

user7 nah he'd be in his prime in red bull

user8 i thought nico and charles didn't like eachother

user9 in 2020 when nico was a rookie, yeah thats when they hated eachother. they are friends now

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos woooow i swear i was a pro but look at me now, just send me down the slope already, i’ll be fine… probably. but hey, at least the snow’s soft, right?

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user1 someone check if he's alive 😭

user2 bro i think you’ve discovered a new form of snow angel

user3 helpp

user4 i think ferrari already got to him

user5 how much did you need to pay for that window 😭😭

user6 did you just invent a new way to fall or…?

user7 i don’t think that’s how skiing works, but okay

user8 i think he knows user7 it was a joke

user9 that was the least impressive wipeout I’ve ever seen. try harder next time

user10 that's so fucked up

user11 guess we won’t be seeing you in a ferrari anytime soon, huh?

user12 just make sure you don’t hit your head... ifykyk

user13 the way i gasped

user14 why did adriane like this 💀

user15 bc they know eachother lmao

[be-xkyy]

Hello! Since I read your Yandere stories, my head began to ask these questions, how many children do our yanderes want to have for us? Would they get a little jealous when our babies are feeding from us?

Hii Dear Anon!

First of all I'm glad you liked my content, thank you! And secondly, your question is very good Anon, although this will be a bit short, I hope you like it! 🖤

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children?

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★

Yandere Farmer Link

This man definitely wants lots of kids, five or six at the very least and about nine or ten at the most, I think he'd mostly prefer to have boys (since he thinks they're easier to handle) but he wouldn't mind having one or two girls, he has a big farm so he doesn't worry about space and he makes enough money from the cattle and crops to support them all.

As for being jealous of his children when they're breastfed or jealous in general, I don't think so. I honestly don't think he's the "Stay away son, she's mine" type but he also wouldn't let you have much time with the kids especially if they're boys since if you spoil them too much he thinks you'll make them "weak" and "mama's boys" which he doesn't want, so when they learn to walk he'll take them with him to do the farm chores.

"The kids are coming to work with me today. What if they're three and four? That's the perfect age to start getting to know everything, don't question me."

Yandere Cowboy Link

He would want at least 3 children, two boys and a girl, although he might want more, depending on his mood.

And regarding getting jealous when watching his child eat or in general, I think he would get a little jealous, although he would try to be playful and downplay it, saying things like "He's a little chubby, don't you think you feed him too much?" Or "Look, it's 1 PM, isn't it time for a nap? Come on, son, it's time to sleep." Of course you don't let him take the baby away, it's not his bedtime yet.

"Baby doll, when I was a child I was fed and put to sleep at any hour even if I didn't want to, and look at me, everything turned out fine!"

Yandere Dilf Link

This poor man wants to have two girls, two little princesses that look like you, he already has one son so you'd rather have girls but he doesn't care if one is a boy or if they both end up being boys (although not having a daughter that looks like you would break his heart) he's one of the few yanderes that promises to have only two children and keeps it. He doesn't force you to have more even if the ones you give birth to aren't the gender he wanted.

Well now I don't think he would get jealous of his children while breastfeeding, rather I think he would touch the baby's head while breastfeeding even leaving kisses on its chubby cheek, although seeing you breastfeeding might excite him a little (he has a thing for tits and milk, okay?) but he wouldn't try anything at that moment on the contrary he would try to hide it.

"You're so pretty little girl... look at that little nose and those round cheeks... you're so precious sweetheart... just like your mommy"

Yandere Sugar Daddy Link

Another one who wants to have two kids, only he wants to have a pair a boy and a girl, no more kids, just two. Not one more, not one less. I think he would have favoritism with his girl and the boy would be more attached to you as a result.

He would get jealous, he doesn't even want to hide it, although he would be more mean if the one you were breastfeeding was the boy, he would stare from the leather chair right in front of you, watch you rub the baby's head while he eats and make comments like "You don't rub my head when I suck on your boobs, don't rub his head either" or "You know there are high end milks on the market made from breast milk, why don't we try giving him that instead of your milk?" if you scold him or look at him the wrong way he would throw up his hands in surrender and say in an offended voice.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that! You should be grateful that I care, that brat will make your tits sag!"

[ablobwhowrites]

I saw the part about the Toy's nightmares of killing y/n and I was wondering if you can do scenarios where y/n sit with the toys after they wake up from the nightmares and talk to them after listening to their nightmares and do everything they can to reassure them that nothing like that will happen and stays with them until they go to sleep peacefully

It can either be a full story or it could just be scenarios, one for each toy (you decide)

P.s out of curiosity is boxy boo in this or is he not in this au

(boxy boo does live at the house but most of the times roams at night as he doesn't like how loud it gets. Also may have added the nightmare critters cause I like them plus they already have personalities listed down and a few have voiced lines so I'll use them in this au maybe, I don't really know. But hopefully I cook with this fic! Im trying to get back into writing full fics again)

The clock on the stoves clock read 1:30 AM. Y/n sat at the kitchen counter with bags under their eyes as they looked at the glass of water sitting in front of them as they wonder if the gas that catnap used on them has now taken it's toll on y/n's body or maybe just how traumatic the factory was and how they have seen their dead co workers being slaughtered but yet having the now knowledge of what the company was really doing to make these toys alive. Y/n was just sitting in silence as they wanted to sleep yet they couldn't, these nightmares have been going on for weeks but they didn't want to pester anyone about it.

"you shouldn't be up this late." Y/n jumped a bit as they looked to the direction of the voice and looking beside them, sitting on one of the chairs was baba chops. "Oh baba, shouldn't you be asleep too?" Y/n said a bit confused on why she was up this late as well. "I couldn't with Allister's snoring and icky having to toss and turn then take my pillow. I just decided to sleep on the couch next to the critters." She said as y/n sighed and rubbed their eyes knowing if they stay up that yarnaby would try to find them or worse catnap finding y/n still awake as he oddly is very strict on bedtimes for some reason.

Y/n yawned and got up grabbing their glass of water but stopping. "You want a spare blanket or pillow? I can grab you of if you'd like." Y/n asked as she shook her head "I was able to take my pillow and blanket back so I'm fine." Baba said as she got down from the seat and walked back into the living room. Y/n walked back to their room wondering if it's just catnaps gas just messing with their head dude to how much they accidentally inhaled during their time at the factory. Morning came but y/n couldn't sleep all night. No matter how many times they tried, nothing could help. As all they could do was lay in their bed and stare at the ceiling.

Rabie baby being forced to clean the house to much of her dismay as by having to cleaning something upstairs as she flew up to the second floor she stopped as she heard y/n talking of their room. She quietly came up to the door her ear pointed to the opening on the door to catch every detail. Y/n on the phone with their best friend, y/n was sat up on their bed rubbing their tired eyes as yarnaby has gotten up and went down stairs leaving y/n in the room alone.

"I don't know, just kept having these nightmares about the toys and how I was in the factory. Like I know they wouldn't kill me or anything but just those dreams were like memories, like when they tried to hunt me down or just when I was basically fearing for my life is what was basically replaying in my dreams. I know it's probably stupid but I don't know." Y/n said as they listened to their friend on the other side of the phone. Rabid baby quickly went back down stairs after hearing the lastest gossip that she just found out now.

Maggie mako was trying to look in the pantry for any candy or sweet treats that she could snack on but to bad mommy long legs and y/n put them on the high shelves of the small walk in pantry but Maggie would have given up if not for the cookie jar of the sweet cookies that y/n made with miss delight yesterday because y/n wanted some cookies. Maggie slowly climbs the cabinet shelves until she sees rabie baby on one of the shelves "hey Maggie wanna hear a little secret I heard?" Rabie baby said as she giggled a bit but Maggie just climb right passed her. "nope, busy." Maggie replied as rabie baby groaned "come on it's been so long, I can't tell anyone else cause they'll just ruin the fun...if you listen I'll get you the cookie jar." Maggie paused at the proposal that rabie baby made and looked at her then the cookie jar.

"so then y/n told the person on the phone that they've been having like these nightmares right? And guess what they had a nightmare about?" Rabie baby asked as Maggie sat on the floor of the pantry and leaning against a wall with random other candy around her as she eat the sweets. "Yeah? Like what?" Maggie said as she munched on a cookie. "It was the toys and well I heard critters so I don't know but then said they haven't slept for a week and maybe the culprit is catnaps sleeping ga-" suddenly the door the to pantry opens as mommy long legs stands there. "Rabie baby, I would like to have a talk with you." Mommy long legs said in a sweet tone but the air was tense as Maggie looked at rabie baby "Your on your own."

Y/n sat on the couch in the living room with rabie baby as rabie baby stayed silent as y/n and mommy long legs argued as it's been over a couple hours now since they started and the other toys stayed away from the living room as much as they could, because interfering with it now could worsen the situation. "I don't think it's a big deal, it's just some bad dreams, I'm fine!" Y/n said as mommy long legs sighed "No it's not! Because your having to dream about the events in the factory and look at you! You need a good sleep and to stop having to push things like this down and at like it's nothing! And rabie baby had known for how long because if you said anything sooner maybe it could have stopped y/n from this destructive behavior!...You know what. Y/n your going to be watched over by catnap and the smiling critters till you get a proper sleeping schedule." Mommy long legs said as she was tired of arguing with a sleep deprived y/n who clearly wasn't thinking right.

"I can sleep fine! I don't need to be watched over like a chi-" y/n then was interrupted quickly as mommy long legs shushed them. "I don't want to hear it, go to your room!" And y/n stood there dumbfounded. "This is my house! I own this house!" Y/n shouted "well you own your room and you better go in there before I throw you in there and lock you inside!" Mommy long legs threatened as she wouldn't really do that but at this point she was so angry that she might do it as her form became stretched as she used it to tower over y/n. "DONT YOU DARE USE YOUR POWERS TO TRY AND INTIMIDATE ME!" Y/n shouted and y/n tried to argue back but felt their pants leg get tugged on and it was dog day in his small form who looked up at y/n.

y/n sighed "fine, I'll go...but this conversation isn't over." Y/n said as they walked with dog day as mommy long legs calmed down taking a deep breath and looked at rabie baby who was looking at the floor and worried out of her mind because like what would mommy long legs do? She heard the rumors about how mommy long legs was back in the factory. "And you. I have a special punishment in mind for you." Mommy said as she looked at rabie baby who was cowering.

Bubba was at his mini white board with mathematics on it as rabie baby sat at a chair looking miserable "And that's how you solve for pie. Make sure your writing this down because it'll be important for the next equation." Bubba said as he wrote more stuff on the whiteboard and rabie baby groaned and cried as mommy long legs picked a cruel punishment for rabie baby was to sit through a entire two months worth of long lectures about mathematics and complex English with both pop quizzes and regular quizzes and tests included to much of bubbas delight and rabie babys dismay as this was two months worth of knowledge bubba has been wanting to use.

Y/n also was put on a a strict bedtime schedule that catnap strictly follows and the rest of the toys kinda force y/n to follow as well and luckily the nightmares have been going away slowly but surely as catnap is able to at least help with it as well as the other smiling critters to keep y/n company as it's like a big sleep over in y/n's room that any of the toys can join and Doey joins in too but they have to go to doeys room because well he is still like 900 pounds of pure dough so the floor will be struggling on the second floor but over all y/n has been sleeping better.

(thats it for this fic and please if you have any advice about how to improve my writing please don't be shy but also if you like this please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[iluvstarkey]

When The Tide Comes

AN: This is apart of my Tans and Temptation series BUT it is perfectly fine to read by itself no context is needed. <3 Also someone let me know if you think Sarah's reasoning is dramatic because this story is based on a true story.

Summary: Sarah unfriends you and Rafe comforts you.

Warnings: Sarahs a Bitch, Swearing, Rafe and Reader are not together, mentions of abuse, Rafe is a sweetheart.

Rafe Cameron x Thorton reader

Now Spinning: Cherry by Harry Styles

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Ever since you can remember, the island has been divided between kooks and pogues. Figure eight and the cut. How people looked at you mattered you were a Thorton, and everyone knew who you were and who your family was. You had an image; it was hard to carry the weight of the island having its eyes on you, but thankfully, you weren't alone. Sarah Cameron, your best friend in the whole world, your rock, the only person who understood the weight of it all was by your side.

When your freshmen year started, you two did everything together. You tried to get your classes to be the exact same; you had your brother or Sarahs drive you to school every day. You walked to each other's lockers and to each other's classes. Soon, your duo turned into three and then later four. Sarah, Cassie, Kiara, and you. You would go everywhere together until Toppers back to school party. You were friends with a couple of pogues and you were hanging beside them with Kiara. Cassie and Sarah were off with Sarah's new boyfriend who also happened to be your brother. You thought it wasn't a big deal that Sarah liked Topper. You would be a hypocrite to say that since you liked her brother as well.

JJ was throwing a rock back and forth to John B when all of a sudden, John B missed the catch, and the rock hit right into the Keg, knocking it over. Topper soon ran over his hands, shooting up in the air, "Watch it, pogue, this alcohol costs more than your worth. Shouldn't you be at home anyway? Getting beaten by your deadbeat dad?" "Fuck off, Topper." Kie pushed him backward. " Awe, protecting your Pogue boyfriend? Do you have a kink for getting beaten as well? You know what they say about like father like son." Topper sneered back at her. "God, Topper, you're such a bitch." Kie took JJ's arm and dragged him away from the scene.

"No way she just called Topper a bitch, the fucking nerve she has," Sarah spoke up beside you, you didn't even notice her walk up next to you. You decided against defending Kiara. Recently, something has been off with Sarah, she barely invited you to things, only hanging out with Cassie and Topper, a newfound trio. Sarah has also been more irritable. She would randomly get mad at you and wouldn't give it up until you apologized for it. You never knew what side you were on.

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"I'm just not talking to her, I don't want to be friends with someone who's gonna treat me like that, you know? I mean, she didn't even apologize to me she actually hasn't said anything to me about it. She also keeps asking me to hang out, like who does she think she is?" You and Sarah sat in the kitchen eating some type of sandwich that Sarah said was the best she's ever made. "I mean, I don't really know the whole situation. Do you really think she meant harm in it? Are you just fully going to cut her off?" You spoke up halfway chewing. "Please even if she apologized it wouldn't have been true so what's the point." Sarah moved her chair and walked out of the room.

You never told Sarah, but you never stopped hanging out with Kiara, you guys would hang out basically every day at the beach somehow Sarah ended up finding out one night when you were with Kiara. Sarah then unadded you and basically never talked to you when she was over with your brother. She didn't even try to communicate her feelings she just shut down and then decided you were the worst person in the world. At first, it bothered you, the fact that you were extremely close to just her cutting you off like you meant nothing. You guys grew up together, you did everything with each other. Then it turned into anger, the fact that she thought she could just do that like she was in the right. She wasn't, she was being dramatic she couldn't possibly think that she was right? Topper said some messed up things, and Kiara didn't even call her the bitch so why was she expecting an apology?

You and Kie were on the pier with the pogues, nothing was really going on you had a couple drinks. You had some type of intuition and decided to check your phone to see Cassie's story. She was on the mainland for the weekend with Sarah. That was always the trip that you both took. Every year on July 7th, you would travel up to the mainland for the weekend. You excused yourself from the group and decided to walk home.

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You had tears brewing in your eyes as you opened the door. Rafe sat in the living room some type of sports game was playing. He was alone Topper must have been in the bathroom. He turned his head towards you as the door clicked shut. "Hey princess have a fun night?" He teased you before noticing the tears in your eyes. "Not tonight Rafe." He immediately got up and dragged you to your room away from the loud tv. He shut the door to your bedroom and cupped your face wiping away the tears. "What's wrong?" You shook your head as the tears just flowed.

Rafe just brought you into a hug, rubbing your back, which just made you sob harder into him. "Shhhh, it's okay, You're okay, breathe, sweet girl." He was gentle, very gentle. You looked up at him your eyes landing on his handsome face. His hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his beautiful blue eyes that just searched your face for any indication of what happened, his perfect body. Him. Rafe snapped you out of your trance. "Y/n, talk to me what happened?" You walk over to the side of your bed and have a seat. You decided to tell him everything. Starting with what Topper said all the way to Sarah cutting you off and finally going on the mainland trip with someone else. By the time you were done explaining, you were exhausted. You cried it all out to Rafe, who just sat there and listened.

Rafe listened to the whole story from start to end. "Don't let her get to her, you know? I would just ignore it. You two were friends since you two were born she won't just replace you like that now, c'mon time for you to go to bed." Rafe got up and motioned for you to lie down. You did as instructed and he pulled the covers up over you and then kissed your forehead. "Don't let her get to you okay?" You nodded at him before he turned your light off and walked out of the room.

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[gojokive]

❝ Good Morning, Pretty ♡ ❞

18+ MDNI › AGELESS BLOGS DNI

❝synopsis❞ ‣ jjk men in bed with their crushes.

𓆩☆𓆪 PAIRING(S) › jjk men x afab!reader 𓆩☆𓆪 GENRE(S) › fluff 𓆩☆𓆪 WORD(S) › 3.7K+ » 25min read 𓆩☆𓆪 WARNING(S) › drinking・one bed trope・cuddling・school boy crushes・nanami being a karen・everything to lover(s)・suguru having an internal crisis・jjk men being sweet・nothing really happens honestly just fluffy times ♡ 𓆩☆𓆪 POST DATE › 02.17.2025 𓆩☆𓆪 NOTE › nothing here besides this is barely edited and I've had this sitting in my drafts for a little while. haha, anyways enjoy beauties! ♡

❝featuring❞ ‣ nanami kento, gojo satoru, kamo choso, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji & geto suguru ♡

‣ nanami kento ♡ ↳ co-worker(s) to lover(s) | reader(s) outfit

Kento is a respectful man.

So when the two of you were out on a mission that required you to stay at a hotel overnight, he did everything in his power to make sure to get a room that would not make you uncomfortable.

Unfortunately with the hotels being booked for the weekend, the only rooms available had single beds. That just won't do.

He politely asks the clerk to check again for any possible cancellations as she told him there had been one for a double bed room.

Glancing over at your sleeping form, he gives the taxi the address as he updates Yaga and Ijichi on your status and whereabouts, telling them not to worry.

Everything seem to be going as planned, arriving at the hotel in a timely fashion. The check-in didn't take too much time either until Kento asked for confirmation that you were given the right keys and it was indeed a double bedded room.

As soon as he was told otherwise, he was infuriated.

"This is unacceptable."

"I'm sorry, sir. There was a mix-"

"I want to speak to your supervisor." Nanami huffs but before he continue his tirade, you place a hand on his bicep to move him away from the counter. He looks at you dumbfounded before clearing his throat and fixing his tie. His heart thumping a mile a minute at how close you are. "W-Why are y-"

"You're making a scene, Ken..." You smile toward the clearly distraught employee as you take the second keycard. His hand trembling, you know the brashness in Nanami's tone scared the poor boy. "It's fine. We can make it work."

Thanking the clerk, you pull Nanami toward the elevator to avoid the gazes of on-lookers. Some disgusted with his behavior, others annoyed at his out burst... you just want to leave the scene unscathed, freshen up and go to bed.

"I'm exhausted. I just want to go to bed. Please..."

"R-Right... My apologize. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable is all." He gives a strained smile, mentally smacking himself when he realizes he let something so insignificant get to him.

"It's okay." You simply nod, letting go of his arm as the door to the elevator close.

The ride up is quiet and finding your room is easy as you're now sat on the side of the bed, digging through your bag to find your night clothes. Sleeping arranging being the topic of discussion.

He doesn’t care where he sleeps as long as you're feeling safe and comfortable. He doesn't mind putting your needs before his own because he couldn't possibly let you take the couch.

You, however, insist that you're both adults and it doesn't have to be weird! Just two adults going to sleep (that's all). Right?

Except, Nanami's brain kicks into overdrive the moment both of you change into your nightclothes. You look so cute in your little romper (at least, he thinks that's what you called it) as he watches you move around the room.

Mesmerized how the navy blue compliments your beautiful skin color. He notices he can see all your curves in all of your glory and he loves the cute cherry pattern that repeats itself all over your body.

He turns away to catch his breath but if you were to look at him now, you'd know that something was wrong. Especially when he looks over to see you bent over and the shorts are riding up your ass.

"Are you okay, Ken?" You ask, rubbing lotion into your hands and walking toward the right side of the bed.

"Hmm?" He blinks rapidly, eyes searching your face as confusion overtakes your features. God, why were you so breathtakingly beautiful? "I-I'm okay?"

It comes out as more of a question than anything as he lays down to turn his back to you.

He can still hear you moving around the luxurious hotel after brushing your teeth and washing your face. He wonders if you're this active when you're at home. He can imagine watching you with a soft smile as you talk about your day and how much you hate the higher-up's while doing your nightly routine.

With your soft spoken manner, he could listen to you talk about anything for hours.

He knows he doesn't have the right to think about you like that but… He can't help it.

"Ken? Did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry. No I didn't." He clears hit throat and turns to lay on his back as he's met with you standing with your hand on your hips.

"Ijichi said he'll be here around eight in the morning so we need to be up by six thirty."

"Right." He says, condemning himself for letting his eyes roam your body because you're not a piece of meat for him to gawk at.

What the hell is wrong with him?

You slide into bed, ignoring the weird look on his face and pull the covers over your you to settle into bed. As you try to make yourself comfortable, he seems to be spiraling in his mind.

This is what he was afraid of!

You're so close, yet so far away and all he wants to do is cuddle up next to you. Be in your warmth but he has to tell you. He needs to tell you.

Should he finally confess to you now? Should he wait? He's waited long enough has he? Is it even the right time?

Arm draped over his eyes, he closes them as he feels the burn from the exhaustion. He tries to get his mind to relax but it's proven to be in vain when all he can think about is you.

"Ken?"

"Yes?" He says your name with so much exhaustion you feel bad for possibly keeping him awake, unaware that you're the reason he can't seem to fall asleep. "Are you okay?"

He hums as a response before letting the air settle into quietness.

It isn't until he he's made up his mind to tell you that he calls your name but hears your soft snores instead. Realizing you're already sleep.

Nanami sighs, wishing he could do the same as he tries to recount where his feelings for you began until he's finally able to fall asleep to the soft of the white noise of the hotel room.

The night passes in a blur when he slowly comes to as both of your alarms blare.

You've completely made your home on his chest. He couldn't lie, it was nice to wake up in your arms. You fit perfectly but he's not sure how you'll react to the revelation once you awaken.

He quietly untangles himself to head to the restroom as you grumble about missing warmth.

Maybe when he finally gets the courage to confess, he’ll be able to do it more often.

‣ kamo choso ♡ ↳ best friend(s) to lover(s)

There's something soft and sweet about being able to sit and talk with your crush best friend, regardless of where the two of you are. Like magnets, you always seem to find your way to him and vice versa.

Is what Choso would say if he wasn't sweating bullets, nervous about wanting to tell you how he truly feels.

Being able to talk about any and everything while cuddling with the one you love is the best feeling in the world but he wishes he could do more. He wants to be more than just a friend because... Well… he loves you. He's in love with you and he's finally come to terms with his heart.

Only problem is he doesn’t know where your feelings for him stand but that doesn’t matter right now.

The only that matters is how pretty you look as you continue to talk about the movie you took Yuji to see while he was busy with work. He can’t help the smile that makes its way across his face. He listens. Although your voice is beginning to come out as a whisper the sleepier you get.

It's so damn adorable.

“‘m not sleepy…”

He takes that as his cue to toss your favorite blanket over the both of you.

”Your voice says otherwise, lovely.”

You groan but don’t say a word, letting him pull you into his chest as he chuckles at your annoyance. You didn't want to fall asleep but ended doing so quicker then expected. He takes that moment to admire you.

He knows best friends don’t do things like this but he can’t help but want to do it with you. As he gazes at your lips, he wants to be able to kiss you when he can.

Instead, he leans in closer to kiss your forehead, feeling you squirm in his grasp.

There’s a certain softness that follows as your breathing evens out more. You look so peaceful and it takes everything in him to not coo at how cute you are.

He rests his chin on top of your head and smiles as you cuddle deeper into his arms. He knows it's not ideal to sleep on the couch so makes the split second decision to move himself to be able to pick you up to carry you to his bed.

You whine from the loss of body heat but once you feel him again, you snuggle deeper into his arms.

Laying you down and leaving (although he doesn't want to go) is harder since you won't let go of his shirt.

"Stay..."

You don't have to tell him twice as he takes the opportunity to throw the cover over both of you to let you finally get some sleep.

"G' night Princess."

You hum, falling back asleep as Choso rubs his hand up and down your arm and smiles softly.

Even if things don’t work out the way he wants them, he’s content with how things are now. He doesn't want to rush you into anything and he doesn't want you to feel obligated to say 'yes' if he asks.

Although, he does wishes you would give a chance.

A chance to show you he can be right for you. A chance to show you he can love you the way he knows you need to be loved. A chance to show you that you're it for him and he doesn't want anyone else.

He’s willing to do whatever it takes to show you.

‣ gojo satoru ♡ ↳ stranger(s) to lover(s)

Another day, another date.

This would be the fifth date within the last two weeks and Satoru couldn't have been happier.

Deciding on dinner and a little bit of ice skating this time, you're completely exhausted after trying to keep up with him.

He can see it in the way you're dragging your feet and how you're talking much slower than before. He should let you go home but there's something in him that just doesn't want to let the date end.

Insisting on having a little movie marathon at his place, he mentions you can sleep over if you don't feel up to driving home.

What's the worse that can happen?

Not even thirty minutes into the movie, you're already slumped as you're laying your head on his shoulder. He can't help but chuckle, unsure of what he should do. He doesn't mind laying with you in bed but he doesn't know how you'll react and the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.

So, he maneuvers you so he can lay back against the armrest as he moves your body away from the edge so you don't fall and places a cover over the both of you.

There’s a sense of peace that comes with being someone you're starting to develop feelings for and right now Satoru feels that with you.

He can't help the smile that spreads over his face at the sight of you snuggling into his chest, squishing against it. Granted, maybe the couch isn’t the best place to fall asleep together but if he’s with you, he’ll be fine. He'll gladly take that crook in his neck or back pain.

He wants to kiss you but he's unsure of how you'll feel about since it's something you haven't done yet. He also wants you to be conscious when he kisses you as well.

So instead, he simply opts for watching the television until he can he fall into dreamland too.

Morning comes sooner than expected as he honestly hadn’t expected to fall asleep with you but he’s glad you’re getting your rest too. Especially after all the overtime you mention you've been working.

He loves the way the sun light shines through the curtains of his window, casting a angelic glow to your face. His gaze softening as he caresses the side of your face, thumb lazily rubbing circles into your cheeks.

You look peaceful.

He can’t help but hold you closer, not wanting to let go but of course, that causes you to stir. A lazy smile grazing your pretty features as he chuckles at how cute you look.

“What time is it?” You groan, rubbing at your eyes as Satoru leans over to light up his phone to check.

“08:40, beautiful.”

“Shit!” You jump up, accidentally kneeing Satoru as he groans in pain. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” He grits through his teeth as his hand flies toward his dick, you’re such a cluts...

But you’re a pretty cluts and well, he can get used to that.

‣ geto suguru ♡ ↳ friend(s) with benefit(s) to lover(s)

Suguru was ecstatic when you agreed to get drinks with him and his classmates. He loves that he would finally be able to spend time with you outside of only sleeping together. You couldn't wipe the smile off of his face even if you wanted to!

However, that only lasted until you and Satoru sat beside each other rather than you next to him. He hated being forced to witness you and Satoru joking together. Leaning on each other and smiling as if you've known each other for a while.

It made him feel like a third wheel.

Like he was the one intruding.

Even Shoko (in her drunken state) mentioned the two of you being perfect for each other but both of you quickly dismissed it.

Was he the only who thought it was a terrible idea? Suguru hated the idea of the two of you together.

You don't see the way Satoru glances at Suguru as you down your shot with a soft smile. You don't see the frown on Suguru face and the sympathetic look Satoru gives his friend because he knows all about his crush on you. Yes, you're a sweet girl but you're not Satoru's type. He sees you more as a friend than anything.

Plus, he wouldn't do that to his friend.

The night goes on when Suguru realizes how much you had to drink compared to everyone else (aside from Shoko).

Five drinks deep (with your confidence soaring) you slyly pull Suguru into a deep kiss before practically passing out in his arms. It was then everyone decided it was time to go.

He remembers telling Shoko and Satoru that he was going to make sure you made it home safely. He wouldn't have felt good sending you off on your own.

Waving down a cab as he carries you in his arms, he ignores said driver glare (granted he knows how this looks to an outsider) but it's clearly not that.

He gives the man your address, letting you lean on his shoulder to rest as he takes the chance to pull your hand into his lap to play with your fingers. Your soft snores being heard.

It doesn't take long to get to your place, pulling your keys from your pocket to let the both of you in.

Kicking off his shoes first, he takes off yours off next and leaves them by the door before picking you up again and carrying you to your room to lay you down bridal style.

"Suguru..." He stops in his tracks when he glances down to see you staring at him with the cutest pout he's seen thus far.

"Yeah Princess?"

"Stay with me, please..."

He notices you whine a lot in your drunken state and well, you were also incredibly strong as you yanked him by his arm for him to get in the bed.

He knew he should have fought harder but the way you were babbling so cutely about nothing had his heart pounding against his chest and he couldn't take how fucking adorable you are drunk.

He decides to let you get comfortable while laying against his chest so you could fall asleep. What he didn't expect was to fall asleep with you (maybe he was drunker than he thought he was). 

He wakes up before you as he tries to untangle himself from you. He realizes his issue because you're very touchy when you're drunk as well.

He takes a deep breath before adjusting himself (the last thing he needs is for you to see is how hard you make him).

Although, he doesn't get far when you whine to ask him where he's going as he tells you the bathroom.

And well, doesn't notice that you followed him in there.

‣ itadori yuji ♡ ↳ childhood friend(s) to lover(s)

It had been a long night of gaming together when you finally expressed you were growing sleepy.

Yuji insisted you sleep at his place since it was well past midnight, going as far as to tell you he would sleep on the floor so you can have the bed.

You told him you weren't going to put him out seeing as it was his apartment. It would be unfair.

Although, everything you were saying was going in one ear and out the other as Yuji continued to prepare his makeshift bed.

It wasn't until he was going to grab a couple of pillows that you moved them so he couldn't.

"My pillows!"

You giggle before sitting on your knees with a pretty pout dawning on your lips. His breath hitched the moment you lock eyes and for a second, he forgets how to even breathe.

"I told you, you didn't have to do that, Yu..." You whine, crossing your arms over your chest before patting the empty space next to you. Yuji stares, choking over his words as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I-I just wanted to be a gentleman…"

“And that’s fine and all but I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed so c'mon.”

The both of you get comfortable and talk about any and everything until you fall asleep first. It gives Yuji a chance to get a good look at you.

The idea of confessing has been floating in his mind and he knows he will have to do it soon because he knows you have a crush on someone.

He just doesn't know who it is.

When morning comes, Yuji wakes first.

The first thing he notices is his arm is numb but he quickly chalks that up to him laying on it wrong.

It isn’t until he tries to turn over, he feels you snuggle deeper into his chest. It's only then he realizes what position he’s in.

There’s a soft blush that begins to creep on his cheeks when the magnitude of how close you two really are. He goes to move again but you whine for him to stop. You're so comfortable, you don't want to move.

There's no need to with it being Saturday after all.

It isn’t until you both hear the sound of laughter that you jolt upright, startling Yuji as he falls off the edge of the bed.

“Idiot!” Sukuna boisterous laughter sounds through the silent room as Yuji tries to slap his hand over the mouth that formed on his face. "Your heart is beating so fast it's hilarious!"

“Shut up!” Yuji eyes you as he watches you get up from the bed to rush off to the restroom, embarrassment written all over your face.

Does Yuji scold Sukuna?

Of course.

Does he care?

Not in the slightest.

‣ fushiguro megumi ♡ ↳ classmate(s) to lover(s)

Honestly, Megumi doesn't remember how he managed to end up in your bed.

The both of you told Gojo you were going to stay late to spar. It took up most of your night but truthfully, Megumi wasn't complaining.

Especially since it gave him more time to spend with you.

He's been wanting to confess his feelings to you for the longest but most of the advice given to him made him even more anxious to.

'They're strong! You sure you can handle them?'

'A grade one and grade two dating? You sure you aren't delusional?'

'Are you even their type?'

All these comments circled within his mind as he walks you back to your dorm. Hands in his pocket and a soft pout gracing his lips, how was he to confess to you? Did you even feel the same?

"Are you even listening to me?" A soft giggle graces his ears and in that moment, he realizes just how much you make his heart race! He wonders if you even know how much you do. "Fushiguro?"

"Sorry. What were you saying?" He tries to play it off but he knows exactly what you were saying because he could listen to you go on and on about any and everything.

Right in this moment though, you were talking about something Nanami had taught you and damn, he's trying his hardest to suppress a warm smile.

As you're walking home, it suddenly began pouring rain. He knew he felt little droplets earlier but he thought you had more time to make back to the dorms.

Being the sweetheart that you are, you ask if he wants to stay until the rain eventually blows over. Your excuse? You didn't want him to catch a cold (which is sweet of you, he thinks).

Plus, he would be safe and dry (which caused his cheeks flush at how nervous he was) as he agreed.

Fighting over sleeping on the floor wasn't something he saw himself doing with you but he found it endearing. The moment you told him you would, he instantly told you no. He didn't mind sleeping there but he refuses to let you sleep anywhere but the bed.

It's silly, really.

Eventually you agree on both sleeping in the bed since you did have a king size. There was more than enough room for both of you.

As you finally fall asleep, Megumi lays staring at the unmoving ceiling as he listens to the pitter patter of the rain. He glances over at you a few times and can't help but smile at how peaceful you look.

"Maybe one day..." He whispers, turning his back to you as he closes his eyes to finally sleep.

What he hadn't expected was to wake up with you fully cuddling into his neck! He tries to still his heart from beating so fast but it's useless when he can feel your breath on his neck.

His eyes widen at the thought of how close you are as you smell so sweet. He's embarrassed that he even decided to sniff you in the first place.

He was doing well, trying to play coy because he didn't want you to know he likes you simply because he couldn't handle the rejection.

But... now... as he turns over to watch over you as you snuggle into his chest, he thinks he might have a chance.

He wants to tell you how he feels.

No matter the outcome.

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The Titanic

─────── · · For All Time: The Series (pt.4)

─ · · PAIRING: 10th Doctor x F!Time Lord!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: One year, twenty-one days, and nine hours since you had last seen a Time Lord (not including yourself in the mirror), and you were ready to made that twenty-three days while voyaging on the Titanic... if only the Doctor didn't have similar plans...

─ · · TAGS: jealous!Doctor 👀, female pronouns used, second person perspective, canon divergence, soulmate au, emotional angst, ✨ tension ✨, coarse language, eventual happy ending (but not yet), not beta read.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 4,169 | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR

─ · · A/N: I. am. so. invested in these two I swear-

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One year, twenty-one days, and nine hours since you had last seen a Time Lord, not including yourself of course while preparing your century-conscious appearance in the mirror this morning. It was the early 20th century- just ahead of world war one and part way through the second industrial revolution. 

City streets were covered in a layer of smog, cars were humming loudly past you and various city dwellers could be heard shouting in the early morning streets. Even with the ability to time travel you still found yourself late, pushing yourself through the mass of people at the port all there to catch a glimpse of the “Wonder Ship.” 

You listen as the horns blare, cheer erupt from the crowd you apologize and step around before finally making your way in life to board. Psychic paper in one hand, your TARDIS luggage in the other. And to think some don’t think to carry their’s with them, you smile to yourself, flashing the blank paper at one of the staff members. 

“Welcome aboard the RMS Titanic, Miss. (last/name). We hope you have a pleasant trip,” the young man greets you with a slight bow, “may we take your luggage to your room for you?” He offers, extending his hand to yours yet you pull back just in time. 

“I should be fine with this old thing, I think the gentlelady behind me might need some help though,” you tilt your head back signalling to the refined woman behind you and the array of suitcases her various staff carry behind her. 

“I will do just that, Miss. Smith,” he smiles at you and you mirror the same before making your way up the step onboard. You pause just in front of the staircase, luggage being supported by both your hands as you spin around in a circle to watch as the stained glass dome above reflects against the mosaic tiles and marble staircase. The carved wood beams and panelled walls are nothing short of stunning not to mention all the crystal fixtures. Humans… never cease to amaze me with their pure determination…

Looking down at your watch, the undocking ceremony would be happening in just under an hour and with that in mind, you made your way towards your room. Yet just before you could turn down the last hall a male voice called out to you, “Madame! Mademoiselle! Miss! Ah- Lady? Duchess?... Princess? Excuse me!” footsteps rushed in your direction before pausing just in front of you. 

“At some point I have been all of the above but its Miss (last/name) now,” you clarify while observing the man before you; watching as their shirt expanded and flexed with every breath, the man smiles apologetically at you, cheeks slightly flushed from running as a white-gloved hand presents a key hanging from a silk bow to you, “well then, Miss. All of the above, you dropped this in the lobby,” he explains. 

“Oh… thank you,” you take the key gently from his possession and tuck it into your pocket before continuing down the hall- pausing after a few steps hearing as he does not turn back, “Is everything alright?” you question. 

“Yes, quite. I was just wondering… do you drink?” You hum to yourself in contemplation. 

“Depends on what's being served,” you counter, playing with the stitching on your gown. 

“We’re on the Titanic, they’ve got it all,” he does his best to entice you with a dazzling wink. 

“If that's the case then… How could I refuse, Mister…?” you linger your words for an answer. It feels good being wanted, you think to yourself standing up that bit taller feeling as his gaze lingers on your warming cheeks. 

“Mr. Hartley, Wallace Hartley-” he begins to answer before your own excitement cuts him off, “the musician!- violinist and band lead if I am correct?”

“Most certainly so, It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he bends down, pressing a kiss to the back of your gloved hand, touch lingering as he stares up at you before letting go. You feel one of your hearts skip a beat as you shift your weight from foot to foot. “...Can I expect to see you at the Lounge at seven?” he asks. 

“Till then, Mr. Hartley,” you give him one last look over before entering your room and falling against the closed door. Maybe I allow myself this one night to forget who I am… just the one…

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“Doctor! I have nothing to wear, we’re going on the bloody titanic of all things and I can’t waltz up on the deck wearing M&S!” Donna yells from her room, various articles of clothing thrown out into the hall as the Doctor emerges from the wardrobe in a full black tailored suit with a silk bow-tie to match. “Well don’t you clean up nicely, making me feel real good here spaceman,” Donna grumbles before throwing a shoe by his foot that he kicks aside. 

“You do know that the TARDIS has a full costume room… right?” the Doctor dips his head, whispering the information in an effort to lower his companions tone. 

“And you didn’t think to, oh- I don’t know, tell me that sooner before I emptied my whole closet?!” Donna stands with a frustrated sigh before walking past the Doctor and across the hall to open the suddenly-appeared door. She lets out a long low whistle at the multi-leveled room, each article organized and tagged by planet and era. “Why do you have so many feminine articles?” She picks out a Rococo gown, mesmerized by every pearl detail that glimmers underneath the warm lighting, “I mean this is just… it really takes your breath away, just look! Someone made this!”

The Doctor pauses, a frown noticeably forming on his face as Donna picks up one of your old dresses. He remembers ordering that very gown for you whilst visiting the Queen of France for the first time. He watched you spin and twirl underneath the candlelight, held you in his arms as you smiled brightly up at him. He could still feel your painted lips underneath his shirt before you buttoned it up with a teasing smirk that made him feel hot and bothered all night long- “Doctor?”

The Time Lords blinks repeatedly, “Sorry, what?” He clears his throat, standing up straight- refusing to look Donna in the eyes. 

“Is everything alright?” she asks, placing the gown back on the rack, concerned for her best-friend. 

“It's nothing,” the Doctor shrugs it off, starting to humm to himself while making his way ‘further in time’ towards the earlier twentieth century in search of something for his companion to wear. “I think we have a few options over here and shoes are just underneath. I’ll grab you a coat for the deck.” 

Donna silently watches as the Doctor flinches while touching certain articles of clothing as if they burned him, his eyes blinking away the smoke and ash before casting her a bright smile, coat and shoes in arms. “I think this is everything, I’ll be in the console room when you’re ready-”

“Doctor?” Donna calls out once more, heart pained seeing as the Doctor forcibly tries to stifle a pain burning from within. 

“Yes?” the Doctor pauses at the door, turning back around while staring down at his shoes. Donna pauses, eyes casting over the lanky man’s frame with a saddened sigh, “can I ask you something?”

“You just did-” he quips.

“Oi! Don’t you get all smart on me now,” Donna hisses like a disappointed mother watches as the Doctor's shoulders only deflate more. “Who wore these clothes?”

The Doctor stills, breathing and hearts stopped as the oxygen in the room becomes heavy in his lungs causing him to cough up an excuse. Donna instantly regrets asking the question having never seen the Doctor appear so… weak and small. “You don’t have to answer that!” She quickly rushes out yet the Doctor concedes. 

“They were- they are everything to me, the stars, the void, and time itself…” The Doctor opens his mouth, hesitating before killing the thought as it sparks, “we really must get going now or else I’m afraid we’ll miss the band playing,” the Doctor proceeds to storm out of the wardrobe, hand clenched into a fist that he forces himself to ease. 

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The Lounge is packed by the time you arrive. The undocking ceremony was… uneventful and took quite some time to move such a ship from the port that you left part ways. Wallace was already performing on stage, casting you a wink as you moved towards the front of the stage to take a seat at one of the lower tables. A crystal glass sat in your hands, a small plate of finger-food on the table for you to pick at as you watched the ice melt whilst tapping your foot to the beat, head swinging side to side- following the rhythm. 

You can hear the small conversations happening around you, the clinking of glasses and polite laughs but amongst all the noise a small gasp has you turning around in your seat, attention peaked to find a tall, slender, and very handsome man with brown eyes already staring back at you and your bond snaps back into place. Your hearts stop, you feel yourself sink more into your chair, rooted in place as the song begins to pick up with the shakes in your hand as if you're conducting it. 

With parted lips you whisper a name you promised yourself to forget yet never seemed able to, hands squeezing and threatening to shatter the crystal in your hand. Doctor… and the man responds to the title with darkened eyes and long strides over to you before being stopped by the ginger woman on his arm. You shake your head at the scene, of course! You laugh at yourself before forcing your eyes back towards the stage seeing as Wallce is already looking concerned at you. Want to leave? He mouths, eyes pointed towards the backstage door. 

You raise a brow, Leave, now? But you’re performing… you mouth back, setting your glass on the table and readjusting your gloves. 

Wallace only shrugs before whispering something into the pianist's ear and the song slowly dies out. You stand quickly, clapping with the rest of the crowd as Wallace hands his violin off to one of his band members and jumps down from the stage, sauntering over to you and presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

You jolt at the touch, your skin coming alive with a thousand sparks trying to reach the surface and taking on the appearance of goosebumps hidden beneath your gloves and sleeves. Wallace places a hand against your back that slowly dips down seeing as the Doctor nears and for a moment you doubt your ability to see properly as the moment feels too surreal. 

Whatever rush you originally felt was met with an overwhelming sense of calm, as if you were simply resting underwater and being hugged by all angles, protected under his gaze. “Hello sweetheart,” he speaks softly, hand raising slowly to hover just below your chin yet refusing to touch. 

He watches you, waiting for you to reply, to pull him in or push him back like the tide. You press more weight into Wallace’s side as the Doctor studies you, Wallace’s head drops in order to whisper in your ear- asking if you’re alright. The Doctor’s hand twitches at the sight, the millisecond of a touch has you taking in a shaky breath and you suddenly feel too hot, cheeks flushed and throat dry as your body wants nothing more than to be near the Doctor, to try and reform your bond. 

You catch the fiery-haired woman's gaze as she looks between you and the Doctor in nothing short of purse shock and maybe a bit of terror. The Doctor’s hand lingers, slowly cupping your cheek, pulling your face gently closer, “you’re… so you,” his words broken and strained by on-coming tears, “so incredibly, eternally beautiful,” he whispers too quietly for human ears.  

Your throat is dry as you lick your lips, unsure of how to respond- you pull away from his touch, instantly regretting your actions by the wince in his eyes and the sharp pain you feel in your hearts. You force your gaze away and towards Wallace, “Mr. Hartley, meet my ex-husband, John Smith. Mr. Smith, this is Mr. Heartley.”

The Doctor reaches out and grabs the other man's hand in a firm handshake with dead eyes and to your shock, Wallace levels the Doctor's look, looping his arm around your waist with a stiff smile, “A pleasure, Mr. Smith.”

“Wish I could say the same, Mr. Heartley and now darling, ex-husband? Can we at least discuss something’s-” the Doctor begins to ramble, taking a step closer before Donna grips the back of his suit, “Mr. Smith! What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

Yet you both don’t pay attention to the human, your reminiscent gaze now hardened by the Doctor's apparent nonchalance, “You would still be my husband if you didn’t try and kill me, darling, or did you forget already? Seems that's an easy thing for you to do,” you spit out the pet name with enough venom to have the fellow Time Lord stumbling back in shock and hurt before becoming overwhelmed in rage. 

“Forget?” the Doctor wiggles Donna's grasp off himself as he storms back up to you, pointing a finger between your two hearts, “I forgot nothing. Not their screams, the death and murders. Not our wedding and our travels and especially not the way you make me feel. How could I ever forget about the best thing in my life?”

You laugh, cackle even as you stand straight and walk out of Wallace’s hold, the Doctor's finger now pressed against your heaving chest as you shake with anger. “If this is how you treat the best thing in your life, I really must not know who you are anymore, John-”

“I’m not John to you, not now, not ever,” the Doctor’s tone is low as he glares down at you causing you to suddenly notice just how tall this regeneration is as he looms over you, enveloping you in his shadow. 

“You lost any titles the moment you kissed another, you lost me once you began dreaming of her, and you lost any chance to be together again when you broke me so irreversibly that the Master had to come and help me out of all creatures! You. are. a. monster,” you grip the lapels of his suit jacket firmly between your fingers knowing that you’ll leave more than just creases by the time you were done with him and everything he did to you.

“And what? The Master is some saint?! He killed millions without cause and you call me the monster?” The Doctor's jaw is slack, disbelief echoing in the shakes of his head. You can feel his hearts racing and watch as a few strands of hair fall against his forehead. We’re awfully close holding each other like this, you think to yourself feeling as his warm breath fans your cheek and the gentle yet firm way he holds your hips. 

You swallow deeply, the Doctor's gaze immediately locking on to your throat, lingering on a section he remembers kissing the sweetest sounds out of. A thumb now circles your side causing you to bite your lip before responding, “You’ve killed millions too and most certainly more,” you grumble, feeling yourself slowly starting to lose your anger by every circle he traces. I hate the effect you have on me.

The Doctor hums, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up again with a wink, “and I would burn down the whole galaxy again if you simply asked me to.” 

Again? You question yet are too caught up on winning the argument to care. “I hate you,” you mumble, adjusting his crooked tie. 

“No, you don’t,” the Doctor whispers into your ear while casting Wallace a smirk as he presses you against his chest, “You’ll always love me and I’ll always love you, for better or for worse.” 

“What makes you so sure of that?” words becoming slightly muffled as you press your face into his chest, soaking up the pure bliss and protection you feel in the Doctor's arms- like all the pain and suffering I’ve faced just fades away, you swallow deeply knowing this just to be your bond speaking to you but a small part within begs it all to be real, but it can’t, not after everything he’s done, I just wouldn't be right or fair to all the suffering I’ve faced. 

The Doctor closes his eyes, grip tightening around you as he places his chin atop your head, “Because we both fear the same thing… the darkness being all that's left and waiting for us at the end.” You let his words linger in the air just like his touch you try and absorb before peeling yourself away, every step like a shot to your chest. 

Don’t go, the Doctor's eyes speak, his touch featherlight whilst holding your hand, gaze utterly pained seeing your broken smile that wavers on a frown and you let go, apologizing to Wallace on your way out before making your way to your room without looking back. You could feel the Doctor’s gaze lingering on you until you were out of sight and even then the ghost of his touch still haunted you all the way back to your TARDIS. 

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Donna was struggling to keep up to the Doctor's long and determined strides as he blindsighted the various ornate details of the ship on a mission towards the lounge. “Doctor! Doctor,” Donna panted, stumbling into his back in her heels as the Time Lord stopped suddenly. “What’s got you in such a rush? This thing is sinking anyways so I don’t think any of your enemies would be aboard-”

“I just feel something, can’t place my finger on just what it is,” the Doctor cuts his companion off, taking a moment to allow Donna to catch her breath before she loops her arm around his in an effort to pace his strides. 

“Well whatever it is it better not be a heart attack since I don’t know the first thing on resuscitating two hearts,” Donna quips while staring at the frosted glass doors before the Doctor bows, inviting her into the room with a teasing smile. 

“I’ll show you how to after…” his sentence dies on his lips after losing the fight to a sharp in-take of air when he hears a rather irregular but all too familiar heartbeat in the crowd. A well dressed woman somehow hears his shock from across the room and turns in their seat to meet his gaze. It was like two stars colliding, an explosion of feeling that expands his chest when he hears his title addressed by your very lips and a chill runs down his spine. 

He wished he had a way to record this moment, to remember it as vividly as he was feeling it, but that would just be a waste of tape, he thinks to himself seeing as you turn back around without a second glance in his direction. Your rejection stings, acting as if he was just another face in the crowd and to make matters worse jealousy fires through his veins in watching some musician eye you up from the stage. And with a burning passion to have you look at him again, his shoes take action, body twisting and turning through the crowd with polite apologies that too die on his lips seeing as the musician's arm works its way around your waist, a position he remembered fondly taking. 

The Doctor almost smirks as your body reacts before your head, turning subconsciously to focus on him and he drinks in your flushed cheeks and wide eyes greedily. “Hello sweetheart,” his hearts sing with utter joy as you are just within reach, his hand lifting to caress your face gently as if you were made of glass. 

Another jolt of pain seeing as you lean into the musician has him drawing in want, lean into me, my love, he internally begs and uses a soft tone to try and hide some of his desperation from painting himself to be a pathetic picture in your eyes. “You’re… so you,” he fails to hide his emotions as tears force themselves forwards, “so incredibly, eternally beautiful….” and you pull yourself away again and again from him, each time more painful than the last. 

And with every word that takes the form of a sharpened stick staked into his chest, he can only stand still and wounded as you walk away and return to being just another memory that he would hold on tightly to until he forgot how it felt originally. 

Feeling as if he is standing alone in a room filled with people, the Time Lords' only stream of conscious thought is on you, how you thought yourself to be forgettable and just how wrong you were. He scouted various dimensions and galaxies, practically ripping time itself apart in an effort to find you after he was done fighting off the remaining Daleks. 

A shiver runs down his spine at the memory of standing in his TARDIS empty handed and alone as it too remained silent, the pure agony he felt before the rage that followed when not even the screams of his most wicked enemies could calm his soul. He was vengeful for so long, 700 years of healing to only form a scab as he searched for parts of you in others. The Doctor shakes his head at these thoughts, too painful to bear in the company of others. 

“You know Donna… I’ve always had the worst luck in a black suit,” the Doctor tries to joke and distract himself yet receives no reply as Donna’s mind is sent reeling with all the new information she just bore witness to, the dresses, the stars, everything, she thinks to herself whilst peering up at the Doctor. Who are you? Who are you, truly, to have such an impact on such a man… the Lord of Time himself… Yet just before she can ask any further questions, a sliver of the vengeful doctor slips out. 

Wallace shuffles on his feet awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation as the over six-foot alien glares down at him, “I’ve killed more people then there are current stars in your galaxy and even if you did manage to get to her… you wouldn’t stand a chance for very long… you wouldn’t even feel it happen.” 

“DOCTOR!” Donna breaks their disguise, pure unabashed shock and horror evident in her reaction to the Time Lords threat. 

“It's true,” the Doctor adjusts his suit with a shrug, drinking in the horrified human's face with satisfaction before swiftly turning on his feet and returning back to the TARDIS with Donna in tow. 

“I can’t believe you would say such a terrible thing to that poor man, Doctor. That really was not right,” Donna tisks disapprovingly while starting to take off her jewelry and gloves into a pile. 

The Time Lord rips off his suit jacket as if it burned him, tie following suit as he unbuttons the top of his shirt with a sigh of relief. “You know what’s not right, Donna?” the Doctor rhetorically asks, hands starting to float across the console like he had done a thousand times before. 

“Is that without her, I would gladly watch this universe and every other universe burn and take myself away with it but… I don’t… So call me greedy, a bad man, pathetic, a villain, what have you, I simply don’t care anymore!- and that should scare everyone,” the Doctor smiles yet it does not quite reach his hollow eyes, that childlike enthusiasm seemingly lost. Donna knows that look all too well, she’s seen it across her own face and in the faces of others but on the Doctors… it just didn’t look quite right. 

Donna turns, grabbing her pile of belongings and heads to her room without another word. The Doctor cracks his neck before leaning down and tinkering underneath the console in order to distract his mind. Donna takes note of the small tremors in his hand before closing her door to the hall and leans against the door. I’ll find you, whoever you are, Donna commands the space in front of her with determined eyes as if she could will you to be in front of her, I’ll find you… and then shove you both in a closet together, she laughs to herself at the thought… Now just how do I find a Time Lord?

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─ · · A/N: God its gonna be so hot when they kiss... wait.. who said that?

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I See the Light

CW: NSFW. EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ READERS DISCRETION ADVISED

Written for the OHL discord server February NSFW event. Flynn Rider!Sebastian teaches an unnamed FMC!Rapunzel something new.

~3k words

[AO3] [Wattpad]

Tags: Tangled!AU, Sebastian Sallow x nameless FMC, first time (for her), fingering (F receiving), oral sex (F receiving and a hint of M receiving), face sitting, masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, they're in a forest so I guess public sex but nobody is around, fast and hard because I am burdened by the word count limitations

It started out as a harmless prank.

One that involved stealing a crown from the royal palace. It wasn't as if someone with that much money would miss one crown made of enough precious metals, he could bribe anyone and their mother for whatever he wanted with it.

After all, he was the Sebastian Sallow — the greatest known thief in the land.

Everything was going so smoothly, running from the law, until he stumbled upon an odd clearing in the forest, a tall tower in the distance. His unfortunate, or perhaps, very fortunate decision to climb up it is what had gotten him into this situation in the first place, traipsing the forest with an odd girl — a very beautiful girl — but odd nonetheless, who had been mysteriously trapped within the isolated tower.

What made the girl odd was that she kept a suspicious secret about her reasons for being locked away — and the fact that she had hair that was a ridiculous length for that of a normal human being. Hair that had been long enough to stretch from the window to the base of the tower that she resided in.

She had even brandished a frying pan as a weapon. The naivety of this girl. However, she had taken his stolen crown and hidden it away, offering only to return it to him if he agreed to her terms.

Fine. If that's what it took to get it back, Sebastian reluctantly agreed. It shouldn't be too difficult to bring one innocent girl to the kingdom to see some lanterns and return her home in one day, right?

Wrong.

After the girl had several panic attacks upon exiting her tower, they were chased by palace guards and nearly drowned in their attempt to escape. He supposed it was mostly his fault, being a wanted man, but their adventure had nearly cost both of them their lives.

For him, he supposed it was only a matter of time until fate caught up with his misdeeds. But the poor girl was innocent. And he had nearly gotten her killed.

Both of them collapsed on the ground in the forest, deciding to make camp for the night. Exactly twenty-four hours until the lantern festival.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I never meant to — I didn't mean for it to go this far."

He tucked his injured hand behind his back, but she noticed it right away. "You're hurt."

"I'll be fine."

"No," she murmured, pulling it closer to her and wrapping her hair around it, "let me help."

He scoffed, "I highly doubt that — "

He was cut off as she started to sing a cryptic lullaby. He was about to stop her until he noticed that her hair was glowing. And as he pulled his hand away from her hair, her song finished, and the wound was completely healed.

"How did you — "

"My hair," she quickly said, "it...can heal people when I sing. That's why I was...why I had to stay in that tower. To protect it. To protect me."

"You never left? At all?"

The girl shook her head, smiling sheepishly. He studied her carefully, noting the blush on her cheeks glowing in the firelight. He scooted closer to her. "That...must have been lonely."

"Sometimes," she agreed, "but....I read, a lot. I like to think of the characters in my stories as my friends." She grinned. "The romances were my favorite."

"Really?" He was intrigued. "What did you like most about them?"

Her face reddened further. "I...well, when they kissed. I always wondered what it feels like."

"Yeah?" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have quite the experience in that area, you know. I could always show you."

He meant it as a joke, somewhat, but she immediately perked up. "You'd do that?"

"What?" Sebastian gaped. "I-I mean...yes, I suppose. If...if that's what you— " He wasn't certain where he was going with this idea. Kissing strangers in pubs was one matter, but her? She was innocent, naive, and inexperienced.

"Yes," she nodded emphatically. "Please. I...I want to know."

He cleared his throat. "Alright then. Just...just follow my lead."

He leaned closer to her and gently cupped her cheek in his hand. "I'm...I'm going to kiss you now."

Her eyes fluttered closed. "I'm ready."

He swallowed, then gently pressed his lips to hers. She didn't move, her nervousness and lack of experience showing, and he guided her as he pulled her closer to him, feeling her soft lips against his. He threaded his fingers through her hair and dared to run his tongue along her lower lip, and she elicited a soft moan.

Oh shit.

He hadn't expected to be turned on this easily. How long had it been since he had last physically been with someone?

She responded a bit too enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself flush against him. He grabbed her arms and pushed her back slightly.

"W-wait," he said, stopping her mid-kiss. "I...I thought it was just a kiss. Not—" he shook his head.

She tilted her head innocently. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he breathed, attempting to clear his thoughts that were becoming increasingly wild. "You — you can't just respond like that and...and not expect something to happen." He smiled lightly. "I'm only a man, after all. I have...urges."

She furrowed her brows. "Urges?" Then, she brightened in understanding. "Oh! Like...sexual urges."

Sebastian actually blushed. Why did it suddenly seem so dirty when she said it? "Well...yes."

"Teach me."

"What?!"

She held him firmly. "Teach me," she insisted. "I'm only going to be outside of my tower for one more day. I...I want to learn."

"I — " How could he say no? "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She sighed. "You saved my life, and you're taking me to see the lanterns. I want it to be you."

Sebastian took a deep breath. "Alright." If that was what she wanted. She had asked for it, after all. "I'm...I'll go slow, okay? Just...if you feel uncomfortable...."

"Sebastian." She let out a huff.

"Okay! Okay." He gritted his teeth before his lips collided with hers once more, still maintaining the gentleness of their first kiss, but with more fervor, his intent clear.

Her resounding moan vibrated along his lips and sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't inexperienced, but he had certainly never taken a girl's innocence before. It was much easier to go after a quick fuck, a one-night stand to scratch an itch before moving on to his next endeavor — which mostly centered around thievery. Sex was simply an outlet.

This, however, was different.

He ran his hands along her arms and trailed his fingers up her bodice, deftly undoing the lacing on her corset and letting the rest of her dress fall to the ground. His lips left hers, and he planted soft kisses along her neck before pulling back to look at her. "Is this al— "

"Stop asking me if it's alright," she grumbled. "I will tell you if something is wrong."

Right. He had never been so nervous to fuck someone before. It really had been too long.

His hungry gaze roamed over her untouched, bare body. Years in the tower left her skin soft and silky, a stark contrast to his rough and calloused hands. He lightly traced them over her bare breast and smiled as she shivered at his touch.

"Feel good?" He asked. She nodded. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I can do things that will feel even better, sweetheart. Just trust me."

He pulled back to undo the buttons on his shirt and shrugged it off, throwing it to the side and wrapping his arms around her once more. He guided her to the soft grass and laid her beneath him as he continued to trail kisses along her delicate skin.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, and he took one of her peaked nipples in between his lips.

The way she arched her body into his made it even clearer that she had never been touched, every inch of her overly sensitive to his gentle caresses. His fingers danced along her thighs, tracing the freckles along the inside of one before expertly finding her center.

Her form trembled in ecstasy beneath him as he lightly circled her clit, his finger already coated in her slick, preparing her for everything that was to follow. Sebastian was eager to be inside her, his own arousal beginning to peek through his trousers, but he would make sure she was taken care of first.

"That feels — really — really good," she panted, and her fingers dug into his back. He carefully slipped a digit inside of her and gently curled it against the perfect spot, grinning as her hips bucked against his hand.

"Oh!" He could feel her tightening around his finger, knowing she was getting closer to her peak. He wondered if she had ever orgasmed before, if she had ever managed to complete herself on her own, locked in the tower for so many years, or if he would be the first to bring her over the edge.

The thought of it even being a possibility sent a surge of pride through him.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he encouraged, his face pressed into her neck so he could whisper praises into her ear. "Relax and let go. Let me make you feel good." He slipped a second finger inside for good measure.

It sent her over the edge, and when he curled his fingers again, she arched her back and let out a wanton cry. He planted kisses along her neck as she trembled beneath him, working her through her orgasm and murmuring encouragements against her.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he watched her face relax, her eyes heavy-lidded and her body spent. He slid further down her body until his face settled between her legs. He felt her grasp his arm and glanced up at her.

"Wait!" She clutched his arm. "W-what are you doing?"

Sebastian grinned. "Did you think we were done?" He planted a light kiss on her inner thigh. "Oh, no, love. We're just getting started."

He continued to leave a path of kisses from her thigh until he hovered over her core once more. "Just relax, and let me make you feel good."

She chewed on her lower lip nervously, but when she nodded and leaned back again, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue to her center, sliding gracefully along her folds until he felt her melt into his touch. His strong hands gripped her thighs firmly, and he encouraged her to spread herself wider for him.

"Mfph!" She whimpered, worrying her lower lip still between her teeth as she tried to hold back. Sebastian pulled his tongue away, and she groaned at the space he left.

"Nobody is here, darling," he murmured, his warm breath grazing over her. "I want to hear everything. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

"B-but —"

Sebastian tightened his grip on her thigh. "If you go quiet, I'll stop." It wasn't a true threat, as he would never stop if he knew she would let him have her, his own desire growing by the minute.

But she agreed, and when he circled her with his tongue again, she gasped. Her hands flew to his head and tangled themselves in his curls, and he couldn't help himself as he let out a guttural moan, burying himself in her as he fucked her with his mouth. She arched her hips into him, and he silently prayed to whatever powers were out there that, if he were to die, it would be from suffocating himself against her, drowning in her sweetness.

Merlin, how badly he wanted her to ride his face.

He gently pried her hands off of his head and slid his body away from her, almost feeling a bit guilty at her cries of protest. But he wasn't going to let her off that easily. He tugged his trousers off and tossed them haphazardly to the side, somewhere between the thickening forest and wherever his shirt hand ended up, and laid down on the ground.

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "What — "

"Come here," he said, guiding her hips over top of him. "I want you to angle yourself here and...and do what I was doing to you."

The young woman blinked at him. "You mean...sit...here?"

Sebastian bit back a groan at her innocence. "Yes. And you...move along my tongue in whatever way makes you feel good."

She nodded and settled herself on his face. "Like this?"

He wasted no time before getting to work, and he moaned with pride when she rested her weight atop him and ground herself into his mouth. She was so wet, he could feel his face already coated with her juices. Yes, this is most certainly how I wish to die.

She bucked her hips in a ragged movement, and he knew she was already nearing another orgasm. He reached between himself and wrapped his hand around his hardened length, stroking himself desperately to the rhythm she set. His tongue lapped against her as if he was a man starved and she was his final meal.

"Sebastian-! I-I can't — I have to —!"

He pressed his face into her and groaned against her clit, the vibrations dragging her to her climax. She yanked on his curls and rode out the rest of her orgasm, her body shaking with sensitivity. It took everything he had not to lose himself — he was saving that for her.

And oh, he would enjoy every second of being inside her.

She lifted herself off of his face and tried to climb off, but he held her hips in place. "I want you to be able to take the lead."

"But," she blushed, "I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's precisely it." His thumbs traced small circles along her hips. "I'm going to guide you, but I want you to be able to set your own pace. Whatever makes you comfortable. That way — " He quirked a smile at her, "I know for certain you're enjoying it."

And he could enjoy watching her.

He helped position her as she knelt, hovering over his throbbing erection. Sebastian wasn't the patient type, but he knew the reward that awaited him would be worth it. His breath hitched as she traced a line up his length with her delicate fingers.

"Can I...?" she asked shyly, as if voicing the question was more vulgar than what he had just done to her.

He swallowed back a whimper. "P-please."

She stroked his cock once, twice, testing his reaction, and Sebastian was more than willing to give it to her. Her feather-light touches had him wanting more when suddenly, she leaned down and dragged her tongue along it in an experimental lick.

Fuck.

He hadn't realized how sensitive he had gotten from not being touched for so long.

"N-not...not now," he managed, his voice strained.

She glanced up at him, and the sight of her pink lips hovering over the seeping head of his cock tempted him, pleaded with him to thrust into her mouth and coat her tongue. But he wanted something else more.

"I need to be inside you."

She blushed and straddled his hips, and he could feel the heat radiating from her as her wet cunt settled on top of his cock. She nibbled on her lower lip, breathing steadily as she adjusted to the feel of him.

"Take your time, love," he said roughly.

He gasped raggedly as she slowly slipped him inside of her, forcing him to control his urges and allow her time to adjust. She was tight, perfectly fitted around him and he struggled to resist burying himself in her and fucking her until they were both seeing stars.

And then, she sank all the way down, a soft sigh of contentment leaving her lips at the feel of him.

It was almost too much, the way her cunt enveloped him, and as she began to move achingly unhurried, he reactively snapped his hips into hers and released a needy groan.

"That...feels good to you?" She practically breathed the words out.

Sebastian could only manage a nod as his thumbs dug into her thighs. He was too sensitive, too desperate, too touch-starved to control himself.

Thank Merlin she could sense his need.

"Take me," she panted as she rode him, angled just so that her tits bounced in front of his face, carved as perfectly as a Greek statue and yet so supple he couldn't resist pressing his face into them. She let out another soft whimper. "Take me how you want me."

It was his undoing.

He grasped her hips roughly and thrust into her, fast, hard, taking and taking everything he wanted at her command. He was hers, whether she knew it or not, and if she had asked him to, he would have burned the world for her if it meant making this moment last forever.

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him and tucking her face into his neck, biting and sucking gently at his pulse point as she mimicked what he had taught her, their bodies moving in tandem as he drove himself into her. And when she finally cried out, her body tightening around him as she came, he clumsily followed right after, his rhythm ragged, spilling himself inside and muffling a groan against her long hair that he was certain was still glowing in the middle of the forest.

It was faster than he had planned, yet more powerful than anything he could have imagined. But when he looked at her, their sweaty bodies still clinging to each other on the forest floor, her eyes still closed as she panted against him, it was as if the fog had lifted and everything was clear.

And at last, I see the light.

[treasureyourfire]

~ Get a little rest ~

Dear Souls! A little later compared to my plans, but I brought you my New Year's Pick a Pile readings. The readings are timeless, find the post in the beginning months of any year (*or even in any month of a year), believe that you need it right then, of course only if it resonates with you. (*If you read it in June, for example, look at the past year going back to June of the previous year. ^^) I've noticed that the piles carry similar messages from certain areas of life, so you may be drawn to more than one image, and that's perfectly fine. Read them all, so if there is a message for you in more than one reading. Wish you the best, and take care! ^^ Arisa

Reminder:

* These are not gender-specific readings, they are about energies. * These are collective, timeless readings for entertaintment. * I am not a professional reader and readings that I do are a part of my learning process. * The tarot can provide guidance, but you manage your own life according to your free will. Feel free to keep what resonates, and let go of what doesn’t.~ * (English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes.)

Illustrations belongs to Kristin Askland

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You can take a breath: What burden have you left behind in the past year: Five of Swords, Reversed Death, Reversed Ten of Wands, Temperance, Six of Wands, Magician, Page of Cups

Just thinking about the image I felt an unusual, intense resistance. At first I didn't know if the feeling was my own - because I was in a bad mood - or not, but then, when I started the reading, I understood that I felt your energy, dear Soul. You suffered such a loss, defeat or betrayal that you hid from the world with deep wounds. Maybe even from yourself. You wrapped yourself up like the kitty in your chosen picture. You were afraid to let change into your life, you closed yourself off, whether it was a change in external circumstances or your own internal transformation and development. Whether you wanted to survive or forget, I feel that you tried to remedy it by taking on more and more burdens the weight of which brought you to the brink of burnout, or maybe this collapse actually occurred. Maybe you buried yourself in work or a personal project, but it could also be that you didn't take on such a many burden of your own free will, but that your circumstances turned out that way. You couldn't grow under those so many burdens. Maybe you have been subconsciously or even intentionally hindering and sabotaging your own growth. A deep, personal transformation awaited you, which of course is often difficult, uncomfortable, and can be very much outside of our comfort zone, when we have to reshape our belief systems, our way of seeing things, and our attitude towards our situation and ourselves. Maybe this was meant to happen for you to some extent, a victory over the ego/subconscious. After many tense internal struggles, the time of ascension has finally arrived, the time to create a healthy balance in your life again. You've got room to develop again, and you've stepped onto the path that you can use to create harmony and peace. It's like you got your Mojo back. The fighting spirit has awakened in you. You embraced yourself, broadened your horizons, and now with more self-esteem, zest for life, more vitality, you switched to creation mode. Now you value yourself more, you have seen the treasures within you, and you are actively working on realizing your dreams to create the life around you that you really want. You have everything for it. The meeting your deeper self opened the door to self-love and new, happier beginnings.

You can rest: What helps you relax/gain strength the most? Page of Wands, Sun, Nine of Swords, Eight of Swords, Knight of Swords

Inspiration (making a mood board at the beginning of the year for example), creativity, dreaming, forms of self-expression. Art can be the best way to relax you right now, which can ease your anxiety. Returning to an old hobby, passion, any activity that filled you with joy when you were younger, or maybe starting something new that helps express yourself and self-realization. For some of you, a trip might mean relaxation, recharging in a sunny, warm place. There may still be holding back beliefs in your head, but don't let these ups and downs discourage you, you have time to heal. Fears, doubts, self-doubt cloud our vision, we get confused. Maybe you need to clear up these confusing thoughts and feelings. If you put them into form, it can be easier to examine and arrange them in yourself. In addition to art, because of the sword cards, I think communication can also help, either verbally or in writing, or if you examine yourself and your thoughts more consciously from a scientific perspective. Whether it's a person close to you, a support community, or a professional, it can help to share with someone what's weigh down your heart.  It is difficult for me to interpret the Knight of Swords in this context. This card usually encourages action and change, not rest. In this situation, it can mean that it is necessary to take the lead, break out of a situation, overcome ourselves, shake ourselves out of the waves of negative thoughts, face our fears and examine their origin. Behind these fears, our true self is waiting to break out. We often think things about ourselves that are not true at all, we don't see the reality, the truth, among the false assumptions. It is difficult to abstract and look at ourselves and our situation with external eyes.

*Note: There is a Youtuber named Thomas Sanders whose videos I have seen in the past and some of those at the time helped me see some things in a slightly different light. Through himself, in an entertaining guise, he reveals to us (I could say that he explains with logic as the Knight of Swords) the workings of a person's personality and mind. Maybe someone else who chose this picture needs this information so I wanted to mention it.

Plan your path: What will you need to the start? / What should you take with you on your path? Hermit Item in your bag: - The Hermit's Lantern

Introspection, stillness. Maybe you need to withdraw from the eyes of the world for a while in order to find your own inner light, the wisdom, the knowledge with which you can go towards a truer, more authentic life. The Hermit searches for answers in himself, he is developing and growing quietly, he only needs himself, he does not let the outside world influence him. The meditative retreat, the practice of your spirituality can become an important tool for you in the period ahead of you, you can find the path that leads to the fulfillment of your wish(es). Let your own inner star, which you keep in your lantern be your compass.

Encouraging/Inspiring message from your spirit guides: Queen of Cups, Reversed Queen of Pentacles

You've reached shore, you're over it. You may have been attracted to the second picture as well, and that reading may partly resonate with you, because it may convey a similar message about your emotional world and the need to take care of the health of your body and soul. It is important to ground yourself, to research grounding techniques and activities, to connect with nature, and to balance your elements, equalizing the proportions against the energies of many previous sword cards with air (mental) element. Observing walks in nature, yoga, craft hobbies, claying, making ceramics, gardening, spending time with animals, practicing living in the present, connecting with Mother Earth. Manage and care your emotions and feelings consciously and don't forget to nourish and care for your body. Pay attention to your health. Nutritious meals, quality rests. A lot of anxiety also weakens the physical body, listen to its signals about what it needs. Take care of your heart, water your garden to gain strength and have the energy to create, to shape your life around you as an artist.

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You can take a breath: What burden have you left behind in the past year: Queen of Cups

The inner turbulent sea has calmed down, your emotions have become clear, uncertainty has been replaced by stability, clear vision, awareness, and understanding. You already look at your own emotional world with different eyes, you have better understanding about how it works. You have studied yourself, the triple relationship of your thoughts-feelings-actions, as a result of which you have gained a deeper understanding and self-knowledge of yourself, and in the future you will try to handle different life situations and challenges more efficiently and consciously. You take care of yourself and your needs, you have become more understanding and compassionate to yourself and you are already showing more love to yourself.  By the time you reached shore, you realized your own values, you found your inner voice, now you can finally breathe again.

You can rest: What helps you relax/gain strength the most? Queen of Pentacles

Treat yourself like a queen/king. It's time to relax and enjoy earthly pleasures. Taking care of yourself, giving attention to yourself can help you now the most to rest after the toils of the past year. In moderation, but get your favorite comfort foods or pay attention to your health and eat foods that nourish your body, if that resonates with you more. Any form of grounding and connection with nature can also embalm your soul. It can be any activity that relax you, in which you find joy, e.g.; creative projects, baking and cooking, claying, making ceramics, gardening, yoga. Maybe pamper yourself for a few days with a wellness or spa program, beautification, if you prefer this type of relaxation.  Have a pampering intimate time with your partner or with yourself if you are single. Quality rest is important, enjoy, don't rush it. In all of its being (regardless of gender) I feel feminine (including possibly parental) energies from this pile, during this period it may be important for someone to connect to this gentle, caring quality, whether they practice it only towards themselves or by spending time with their partner, children, family.

Plan your path: What will you need to the start? / What should you take with you on your path? Reversed Empress Item in your bag: - Selflove potion

As soon as the Queen of Pentacles appeared, it was as if I felt the presence and essence of the Empress together with her. Strongly feminine, caring energies surround this pile. However, when this card arrived in reverse, I was a bit confused. Even with the Queen of Pentacles, I felt that self-care was emphasized, the Empress has similar energies in a basic situation, I don't think you should take that away from yourself after you managed to recharge. Indeed. Perhaps this is exactly the point, that you continue to pay attention to yourself and take care of yourself first before you do it with others, maintain your inner balance. (Of course, if you are a parent, priorities and balance are usually are rearranged, but don't forget about yourself, your own well-being, and ask for help if you need it and have the opportunity.) Perhaps it also refers to your relationship with others, to pay attention to how much of yourself you give to others and not to shred yourself to please everyone at all costs. It is a wonderful quality of you to care about others and be always there when they need you, but unfortunately this can have the shadowside of giving too much of yourself, consuming all your energy until you have no more to yourself. You love being a mother hen. ^^ Maybe you have taken on tasks for which others should have taken responsibility and solved them. This burnt-out or possibly frustrated state also hinders the development of your creative energies. It may be necessary to set those certain boundaries and not allow others to cross them, taking advantage of you, your altruism and generosity. I feel the main message is to love yourself enough to take care of your own needs first and not get stuck in harmful, destructive emotional addictions.

Encouraging/Inspiring message from your spirit guides: Star, Reversed Three of Cups

For me, the message got around with this advice. Dreams, healing, wishes, goals. Your spirit guides ask you to move forward towards your dream goals. You have heard a higher calling, you have taken the first steps, and your life is slowly starting to take the shape of your desires. Healing, growth, following our life path sometimes go hand in hand with loneliness, but don't let that discourage you. You should let go of fake/superficial friends/relationships, who don't treat you well and don't support you on your way, let them go. "It's better to be alone than in bad company." If they don't represent your ideas of what kind of relationships you need in your life, they hold you back in your development and they are toxic or disrespectful, breaking these relationships can be the beginning of healing and can give you space to later find true partners who really deserve and reciprocate your care and sincere love.

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You can take a breath: What burden have you left behind in the past year: Reversed Ten of Cups

Relationship problems, toxic relationships/environment, people with low emotional intelligence, hopelessness, lack of love and happiness. Although you were physically surrounded by others, you felt lonely among them. You have been searching your place, where you belong. One-sidedness, overgiving may have characterized your relationships, which did not make you happy or nourish you, but now you have managed to break the chains. Maybe you have been wandering alone for a while looking for your soul tribe, where you will be supported and finally feel loved.

You can rest: What helps you relax/gain strength the most? Reversed Three of Pentacles, Eight of Wands, Magician

Sometimes it's good to withdraw from social life for a longer or shorter period of time (perhaps we pause our studies or don't immediately go back to school after finishing our courrently last course) to be alone, to clear our minds and figure out who we are and what we really long for without competing with others. For this, there are people who travel far away, or even move to a new place, where they can heal, and later, when they feel ready, in the new community there they can start with a clean sheet. Of course, this does not mean that traveling is the solution for everyone who chose this picture, but it is certain that moving forward is necessary, keeping your future in front of your eyes. Let your plans to spear, focus on your own individual goals for faster development and progress. All tools are at your disposal to bring your plans to life. Perhaps you received a message or an offer in the recent past period or you will receive it recently, which may hold out a new opportunity to you or inspire you, reminding you that it is time to get moving and put your ideas into shape. If you need it, unleash your creativity, live your passions and hobbies that you have suppressed or put aside for a while. The period of creation may begin.

Plan your path: What will you need to the start? / What should you take with you on your path? Wheel of Fortune, King of Cups, Three of Cups, Two of Cups, Knight of Cups, Sun, Seven of Cups, Eight of Swords Items in your bag: - A feather of a cedar waxwing - A seashell with the sound of your deep inner sea

Let the feather of this pretty bird reminds you on your journey that you were and are able to rise above difficulties and to keep your good heart. Your karma turns for the better. Your empathetic, giving nature is treasure. You are a good friend who enjoys spending time with others and sharing your emotional and earthly abundance with them, but it is important to maintain a balance. Reciprocity. Make sure that in your relationships you get back as much as you give. Stay aware, see who is worth letting close to you, who can become a true friend/ally, and who is only beautified by filters. Don't let others dim your light, don't give in to deceptions and manipulations. From now on, be the protagonist in your life, shine at its center, like the Sun in our solar system. Maybe the Knight of Cups can also points to make room for romance in your life, let these feelings in if that's what you want. If there is no one who would arouse your interest, be your own suitor, romanticize yourself, your life. Be open to opportunities for more emotional growth and development. Trust your emotional maturity. If a situation still confuses you and shakes your self-confidence, think about what is just a mind game or a delusion, either on your part or on the part of others. Examine your options, which one is the rational decision/available choice for you. Of course, it is often difficult for us to rise above our traumas and fears. Check how real your barriers are. If you don't see the truth at first, you are unsure of what is good for you, which is your path, try to calm down, raise the seashell to your ear and listen to what your inner voice wispering to you.

Encouraging/Inspiring message from your spirit guides: Reversed Ten of Swords, Reversed Hanged Man, Reversed Four of Cups, Reversed Six of Wands, Reversed Ace of Swords, High Priestess, Devil

You are over the biggest challenge, a difficult period has come to an end for you. You have awakened to awareness, and this enlightenment brought a healthier view of yourself and your situation, and initiated you on a more energetically balanced path. Your spirit guides say those who hurt you were not worthy of being part of your life anymore, their betrayal brought you a blessing in the long run, even if you don't feel that way at this moment. Your spirit guides want to help you, but for that you have to do your side too, take action and look for opportunities where you can develop and grow. Clear your thoughts. They ask you to learn from the challenges of the past and turn your experiences to your advantage, rebuilding your self-confidence and regaining your fighting spirit, and think things extensively before making important decisions. Maybe you practiced communicating with them in the past, but you've been holding back for a while? (Re)open the channel between you and them and ask for their help or advice for clarity, if you have doubts, if something is blocking your intuition. The Devil card can reveal addictions that chain you down, hinder your development (even spiritually), prevent you from fulfilling yourself and truly live your life. It may be important to question your beliefs and gain a deeper understanding of your spiritual path. This requires introspection and questioning of existing beliefs. It encourages you to dig deeper into your spiritual questions to seek a deeper and more nuanced understanding of your spiritual journey. Start trusting your inner wisdom and intuition. Stay aware of your negative thoughts, temptations, and fears that can derail you. In terms of your relationships, it can be important too to examine your attachments. What pattern do you cling to, what is toxic, what wasn't healthy in your previous relationships, be it in family, friendship, or romantic relationship.

[taeaura]

What would the dynamic in the family be if Thomas's first and potentially only child is a female? Will she have a hard time because of her circumstances, will she be regarded as more of an unwanted child because she was born a girl, and therefore, getting insults about being useless, or will she be handled with care?

This is a wonderful question!

How Thomas + The Hewitts Would React to a Daughter

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Thomas:

Thomas never thought he'd have the privilege of having children, he was always focused on the job at hand. When that changed, however, Thomas was thrilled - Anxious, but thrilled. He didn't care if the child was male or female, they were his child, and he would love them as such.

Honestly, Thomas seems like such a girl-dad. Idk why, that's just how he reads to me.

In fact, he'd be more protective of a daughter than a son - Especially if she inherited some of his traits {such as his skin condition}. He'll love her to the ends of the Earth just as he would a son. I don't think Thomas would teach his children gender roles; He'd be more focused on their survival and fulfillment than some irrational societal performance. He never fit into society anyway, and he fit the gender roles just fine?

He'd rely on Luda Mae for a lot of parenting guidance: Doing her hair {by this I mean literally just taking care of it}, dressing her {as in finding clothes that suit her}, and discussions of puberty. He does NOT feel comfortable explaining that {not that he really could, anyway.}

What he will teach his child{ren} no matter the age or gender, is to be strong. Mentally strong more than anything. He wants his children to be able to survive, but not be forced to. He'd work himself to the bone if it meant his partner and {their} children could be comfortable, and safe.

He'd also sew his child{ren} stuffed animals, blankets, and some clothes - with guidance of his momma of course 🫀 He loves family very very much.

Luda Mae:

Gosh, Luda Mae would be in the seventh Heaven! She's wanted a daughter her whole life, having a granddaughter is even better. She'd offer to help with everything: Clothes, hair, babysitting, anything you could think of. And you know she'd be ever so protective of her granddaughter - Men will go nowhere near her without proving themselves fit {Thomas would hold the same view}.

Really wants to teach her how to cook, sew, bake, sing, and take care of the house - Traditionally feminine things, y'know? Luda grew up traditional, it'll most likely bleed into her granddaughter. She'll always call her "Sweetheart" - "Baby" - "Angel" - anything endearing and sweet, really. Very very affirmative of her granddaughter dearest 🫀

Luda will sing lullabies, read to her, probably invite her to tea with Kathryn/Tea Lady. She's a very comforting grandma :)

Now, I know we're having fun in la-la-land, but we gotta go back to TCM 2003 for a minute.

Luda Mae is a strong, independent, and direct woman. She will NOT tolerate ANY disrespect - Never. If her granddaughter acts out, consequences will be appointed.

Hoyt:

Now, I know what the immediate answer SEEMS to be: "Oh, Hoyt would hate that Thomas had a daughter instead of a son - He's a misogynist who hates all women!" And listen, I thought this too UNTIL I re-watched the TCM 2003 movie just to make sure. During one of the final scenes: 1:12:10 - 1:28:40, Hoyt can be seen peering over Henrietta and Luda Mae, looking down at the {unnamed} baby. He seems very affectionate {for Hoyt} - Smiling and cooing at her {Yes, the baby is confirmed female "She's mine"}

The truth is, I don't think Hoyt would mind it all too much. Would he have preferred a nephew? Yeah - But he loves his niece just the same. He'll teach her how to shoot, how to hunt, throw a punch, be strategic, and he'll definitely teach her a.."wide vocabulary."

He'd definitely be the type to say "this type of stuff ain't for women, young lady." For example:

"Now ___, I know you wanna get yer hands dirty like yer daddy and I, but this type of game isn't for little ladies like yourself."

Depending on how sassy Thomas' daughter is, Hoyt's tolerance for her will differ. If she's a foul-mouthed sassy sailor, Hoyt's patience will decreased as compared to an "innocent naive angel."

He's also..terrified, to say the least. He'll be wayyy more cautious about his remarks around Tommy's daughter - Afraid of how Thomas {and Luda Mae} will react.

Oh - and Hoyt will be one of the first to offer advice and protection for his niece, especially if she starts dating:

"He called you what? - Ugly? Hell, let's see this fella; See how 'ugly' he can get."

"Now ___, don't you be dating any soy-boys, make sure a man can take care of ya real nice, y'hear?"

He loves her, but he's not an affectionate {or kind} guy.

Henrietta:

God, she is so so so jealous - She's always wanted kids, but never had the opportunity to have some of her own. She'll definitely offer to babysit any chance she gets. She'd offer the same things as Luda Mae, just more often. Oh! And she'd be a wonderful..aunt? Second cousin? Idk what she would be in relation to Thomas' daughter, but she'd be wonderful at it! Always open to talk, and very very supportive.

{Uncle} Monty:

Would not care. At all. Leave him alone and he's all good 👍

"Stop staring at me with them bug eyes.."

"Girl, would you get me a beer?"

"Thomas! Get your daughter to stop taking my damn cane!"

"If you keep touching 'im {the dog}, he'll bite you."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･.

Okay yay! Sorry for Henrietta and Monty's parts being short, I just don't see huge influence with the two of them - Plus Hen's basically Luda Mae 2.0, just less strict.

[softestqueeen]

Hi! I was reading through 500 celebration prompts, first of all: congratulations 🥳🎊🎉you deserve it ! I dont know how comfortable you are with writing post prision spencer, but he is the only one I can think of when I read prompts 2 "It won't be easy you know... trying to love me." and 6 "I- I don't know who I am anymore. I'm scared." . Maybe like before he got arrested they were starting something and he feels that reader is going to give up on him bc of what he did on the inside, and it’s hurt/comfort, you could totally come up with something better. Feel free to ignore 🤍✨

a/n: thank you sm for your request! so, fun fact i stopped watching cm after hotch left (s12) because 1) obv hotch left and 2) i knew my bbg was going to go through it with his mom and prison and stuff and if i don't see it, it doesnt happen. periodt. but, i'm still a sucker for hurt/comfort, so here you go, enjoy <3 warnings: very incorrect mention of events during the prison arc (your girl has no idea), hurt/comfort, mention of prison, mention of murder pairing: post prison!spencer reid x gn!reader I 1175 words special prompts I special masterlist

You and Spencer had only moved in together a few weeks before everything went downhill. Seeing your boyfriend in court, seeing the tears in his eyes once it was clear he had to go to jail almost broke you. Without the suppoert of the team - who suppoerted you when Spencer couldn't and were always there for you - you don't think you would have been able to make it.

But, finally, the BAU found a way to prove his innocence and got him out of that shithole. You were aching to see him, especially because he didn't put you on the visitors list. When you first heard that, you couldn't belive it. Why didn't he wanna see you? But after Garcia visited him and came back with a letter for you from Spencer, where he explained how he didn't want you to see him like this, you somewhat understood him.

It still hurt, but of course you respected his desicion.

So, when he came out about a week ago, you were overjoyed. You almost couldn't believe that you'd get to hold him in you arms again.

Of course you knew he wouldn't be the same man as before after these months in jail, but a small part of you still hoped that you'd get back to normal quite fast. Oh, how wrong you were.

When Spencer first came through the door - Penelope came to pick him up, he didn't want you anywhere near that prison - he practically fell into your amrs and remained like that for what felt like hours. Still, once he pulled away it felt too soon. He was distant, but not unusually so, more like when he had been on a tough case and just needed some space. So, you gave him what he needed.

After your time together you learnt how to read him quite well and with every shy smile he gave you once he realised you were profiling him, you felt like you got a little bit of your Spencer back.

But, you soon realised that he wanted a lot more space than usual. Even when his body language practically screamed for you to be close to him or at least be in the same room, he still kindly asked you fro space. Which was fine, until it wasn't.

You took a week off work to help him get settled in again and today was your first day back at work. Everything was fine and Spencer even hugged you goodbye before you left. You felt so special, as he rarely seeked out any touch these days. Nights that would have been spent cuddled together were now spent on opposite sides with Spencer as far away from you as humanly possible on the bed.

Checking in with him at lunchtime, he told you he had ordered in some food and was now reading some russian book you've never heard of.

You left work the moment the clock hit 6pm and drove home as fast as you could with all the traffic. Opening the door, you take off your shoes and place your keys on the designated hook.

Moving further into the apartment, you realise something is off. You don't see Spencer. Usually when he reads he sits in his favourite chair by the window, the old thing already indented from where he always sits. But he was nowhere to be soon.

"Spence, I'm home," you call out, but are only met with silence. Before you could worry too much, you opened the bedroom door and the sight that awaited you broke your heart.

There was Spencer, you sweet and amazing boyfriend, lying under the covers with tears running down his face. He obviously hasn't registered that you were home, hi hands pulling his legs even tighter against his torso.

You've never seen someone this tall seem so small.

Taking a step forward, you reach out your hand to him, not quite touching him yet.

"Spencer... what's wrong? Please, talk to me?" Once he realised you were there he almost jumped out of his skin in the way he jerked back. Eyes wide he quickly searched for the quickest route out of this situation, but he was quick to realise that he had to talk to you.

He let out a heavy sigh, before scooting back and leaning against the headboard, giving you the space to sit down on the edge of the bed, which he previosuly occupied.

Taking a deep breath he started to talk. "Uhm- uh- as you've probably realised, the other people in prison weren't the nicest to me and I- uhm-," Spencer was evidently having problems with finding the right words, but you were quick to assure him to take his time.

"So, I'll just say I had a hard time, I don't want you to know what they did to me, what I had to do to them. And I- I just don't really know how to act anymore, you know? I'm not- I'm not the same person that I was before prison and that uh- scares me a bit, I guess. I- I don't know who I am anymore. I'm scared."

If your heart could even break any more, it just did. Knowing how insecure Spencer had felt previously and how he had gained so much confidence since you've gotten together. To see this confidence shattered pained you so much.

"Oh, Spencer. I can't even imagine what you have gone through, but I'm so proud of you, you know?" at that he perked up, his previously downcast eyes now meeting yours, "I am proud of you. You did it, it's over and your're here now. You're safe you know and I'm so glad you're back. I love you so much Spencer and I will help you in any way I can. But please, you need to talk to me. I worry about you, because I deeply love you and I only want the best for you."

You could see tears glistening in his eyes again.

"It won't be easy you know... trying to love me."

"Spence, I don't have to try to love you, because I already do. I love you unconditionally, no matter how hard times may get, I'll always be there for you, okay? Loving you is not a task or a burden, but it's a choice. And everyday I wake up and I chose you," with your last word your finger pokes his chest and Spencer finally realsies that this is real.

He is not in prison anymore, he is free. He has you, the love of his life who also loves him back.

Spencer can't take it anymore, he throws himself into your arms and he lets the tears fall freely, soaking your shirt. You don't mind and you also know that he knows that.

This is not over and it will take a while for everything to get back to normal - or whatever normal will be in the future - but now you both knew that it was going to be alright.

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[megangovier]

Distracted

Pairing: Reed Richard's x f! reader Summary: You get distracted in class. Warnings: 18+ only ♡ Minors DNI! WC: Author's note: A big thank you for creating a beautiful piece of Reed Richard's that will be found on her account pinned @aurorawritestoescape this won't be as good as yours darling, but I hope it's still good. 📚✨

It was a cold Friday afternoon in late February and the last lesson of the day has just started. You were sat at the front, only a few metres away from Mr Reed's desk. After taking your books and pencil case out, tossing your bag to the floor you took all of him in. The way the white shirt hugged his torso, arms & back, or the way his black trousers suited him nicely.

As the lesson dragged on by, your head fell into the gutter. You couldn't help but come up with intrusive thoughts about Reed Richard's. He wasn't just handsome but kind and funny, he knew how to make others smile. Even if they've had a bad day, laughs will be leaving their lips.

Chewing on your pen, eyes scanned over Mr Reed. He was sat back on his chair, feet up on the desk taking in the topics of today's lesson. You loved when he was focused on something, biting your inner cheek you couldn't help but rub your thighs together. It was definitely getting harder to focus on what had to be done for this lesson.

Looking at the clock it read 15:20, so you had about 5-10 minutes til the bell rang for home time. Looking down at your paper, you had only written two paragraphs. Mr Reed won't be happy about this, especially that you've got to give it in at the end of the lesson.

Bell rang... 🔔

"Right class, well done for today! Please give me your papers so I could mark them, it'll be given back to you Tuesday next week" heart beating out your chest, palms becoming clammy. What are you going to do?.

As you gave in your paper, a confused but annoyed look fell onto Mr Reed's face. Today is the day, you'd be getting a week's detention. "What have you been doing for the last hour and why haven't you done two pages like I said I wanted to be done during this lesson".

Twiddling your thumbs with your head down in shame "what's going on? Is everything okay at home?" Looking up, your shoulders dropped "everything's fine at home, it's just.." as you looked at him, he kinda caught on what you were saying "what seems to be distracting you lately?" Looking away, "do you mean who's been distracting me lately" eyes widened.

"What was that miss?" Looking back at him, a sigh fell from your lips "you're just very distracting at times okay, there I said it!. Reed didn't know what to say. "I feel flattered, but this can't happen". As you grabbed your things Reed says "where are you going, we haven't finished talking about this".

"Clearly it's just a crush, plus it wouldn-" Reed grabbed your arm and pinned you against the door. His knee slides between your thighs, feeling the heat on his trousers. A red glow crawls onto your face, his hand slides down your panties "is this why you've been so distracted recently?" "Can't be bothered to do your work, because that dirty mind of yours is making up scenarios of what you want me to do to you?" Is that it, hmm?".

Keeping your lips close, looking away Reed grabs your chin "look at me, while I'm talking to you!" A whine left your lips "please sir - please take me how you want me, use me". A smirk washed onto his lips "as you wish".

[den-ai-d]

Rasmodius is DONE!!!! Hatless version included!

Oh and yeah I made him an elf diva with silky smooth hair, what about it? 😤

Get his complete portrait in advance on the patreon! Three more villagers to go before I release the next batch to the public 😊

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[starry-bi-sky]

do yall ever think about bruce/batman!clone danny standing in front of his bathroom mirror after finding out he was a clone and silently tracing his face. The slope of his jaw and point of his chin. The high angle of his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes, the curve of his brow bones and the shape of his nose. The volume of his hair and the way it curls and gets fluffy when it gets too long.

His hair is black the same way a crow's wing is black. His dad's hair is black the same way a black bear's fur is black. His dad's eyes are blue like the ocean is blue. Danny's eyes are blue the same way a glacier is blue.

His dad has a square jaw and straight flat hair, and he tans and gets a face full of freckles when he's out in the sun for too long. Danny burns like a lobster and his face remains untouched. Danny has a sharp jaw and tall cheekbones, and Sam says when he's not smiling there's almost something regal about him. You would never call Jack Fenton "regal" when he's not smiling.

Sam says when he's not smiling he looks scary the same way a stone statue is. Jack Fenton when he's not smiling looks scary the same way that german shepherd staring at you across the street is.

Do you ever think he grew up wondering if he was adopted. Because of course, he has black hair and blue eyes like his dad. But having the same color doesn't make you someone's child.

Or, worse, things he's heard from the other kids and the other parents and even some of his teachers growing up; that he was the product of an affair. And that his dad was just too stupid to notice. And Danny would defend his parents until the day he died, because Jack Fenton wasn't an idiot and Maddie Fenton wasn't a cheater.

But doubt comes in with fickle tongue. his parents swear up and down that he is their child when he asks about either. That Danny just had his grandparents' features, but he was their son and they loved him.

But Danny doesn't look like either of his parents. His mom's eyes are blue like an aquamarine and Jazz's too. And they burn like lobsters in the sun too, but Jazz gets freckles on her face and so does Maddie. And as Danny grows up he doesn't bulk up or get stocky like his dad did, and when he hits puberty he doesn't shoot up like a tree like Jack Fenton did.

He stays small, and they say he's a late bloomer (and he is), or that he just has his mom's height. But he's fast and has good stamina, and some days it feels like he's built entirely different from his family. That the things they went through growing up just didn't apply to him. Jack and Maddie Fenton both had acne and breakouts when they hit puberty, and Jazz inherits it and he's seen the amount of skincare products she keeps on her side of the bathroom.

And then he hits puberty and breaks out maybe once or twice, but his skin stays clear for the most part and the problems and changes his dad went through just don't happen to him.

And the truth is worse than all of the lies.

How horrifying.

[coquelicoq]

i fucking love prereading. getting documents about what's going to be discussed in a meeting and reading them and then going to the meeting and having context for all the things that are happening. if i could do this in all areas of life i would. send me a list of the words i'm going to need the definition of in order to understand what you will be talking about. give me a rundown of what topics might come up during this social encounter. provide detailed documentation of what to expect in a new setting. i will read the fuck out of that shit.