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buckyalpine · 6 months

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A one shot where Bucky doesn’t like the reader and makes her life at the compound a little rough? Like enemies (maybe to lover or friends?) and she is like the sunshine personality 🥺🥺🥺

I live for this shit This type of angst where he's mean and finds her annoying even though she's a sweetheart, ugh, yes. YES.

Bucky groaned, trying to ignore the shooting pain that seared in his abdomen, clutching an old t-shirt to stop the bleeding from the stab wound he'd received during his latest mission.

"You good there, terminator?" Sam cocked an eyebrow watching Bucky unconvincingly nod, grunting a half assed yes before squeezing his eyes shut and flopping back on the seat.

"You're gonna need stiches" Steve snorted, shaking his head at his stubborn friend.

"I'm fine" Bucky gritted out, preferring to bleed out on the jet instead of going to the med bay where he'd be surrounded by doctors and needles and if he was really unlucky, you.

"Seriously? That's the second shirt you've bled through, I don't think the serum's gonna cut it, punk" Steve sighed, knowing how Bucky felt about getting medical care but it wasn't like he had a choice. As soon as the jet landed, Bucky was shoved in the direction of the medical wing, pouting and grumpy as he limped with Steve supporting him. Bucky frowned when Steve pushed him to lay down on the examination table, grumbling and wincing under his breath.

"You stay here. I'm gonna finish writing up our reports, don't go sneaking off" Steve chuckled, giving his friend's shoulder a squeeze before leaving. The soldier stared up at the florescent lights, his eyes anxiously darting about the room, hoping and praying that at the very least he wouldn't have to deal with-

"Good afternoon Bucky!"

For fucks sake.

Bucky groaned at the chirpy voice that piped up from the door, his brows knotted together from frustration.

He hated it. You'd ask about his day as if he wasn't there go get sewn up. You'd talk to him like you'd known him for years, almost oblivious to the fact that he was a former brain washed assassin. Every time he saw you, you were so giggly and pretty and bouncy and cute and happy and it irked his soul because it was to the point it was unnecessary. I mean you were just so kind and sweet to everyone as if everyone deserved such amazingness from such a wonderful person, okay that's enough Bucky.

The world wasn't fucking sunshine and rainbows and he had no idea why you acted like it was.

"Steve said you needed a few stitches so-

"Where's Dr. Cho" Bucky cut you off, hoping anyone else would help him so he could get on with his day, willing to take the needle and thread himself instead of having you do it while talking his ear off.

"Oh, she's with another patient right now but it's fine, I promise I'll get you out of here soon, do you mind if I remove your vest-

"Yeah, I got it" Bucky huffed, wincing to get his gear off but you stopped him, urging him to stay down.

"No, it's okay, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it, I'll cut it off, don't worry"

Bucky nodded, lying back down while you grabbed a tray with medical supplied, carefully cutting around the blood soaked material and discarding it. You cleaned the area, mumbling apologies incase the alcohol caused any pain, moving on to closing the cut.

"I heard about the mission you all went on. I can't even imagine going through all that, it sounded terrifying. You're very brave Sargent" You smiled, tossing your gloves aside after patching Bucky up. Bucky grunted as he hopped off the table without a word, ready to whack Steve on the head for telling you of all people he needed help.

"If you need anything else, let me know! Just get some rest for a few days, it'll heal soon-

"I know" Bucky walked out of the room without looking back, his shoulders relaxing when he was far away from he med wing. There was truly no reason for him to be this annoyed but he was tired, in pain and he knew for a fact there would be a pile of papers for him to fill out in the conference room.

You didn't take Bucky's grumpy attitude to heart, understanding the stress that came with going on missions, getting injured every time coupled with the fact that he was probably still healing from his own past. You put away the supplies before taking a coffee break, running into a very excited Tony along the way.

"Hey cupcake, just who I was looking for, do you like chocolate or vanilla"

"Tony, I told you, you don't have to-

"That doesn't answer the question. Pick one or the other or both or another flavor, all the flavours, but give me something"

You giggled at the way he looked at you expectantly, sighing seeing as he wouldn't let up until you answered.

"I'm not picky, you know I'd love anything. Get something everyone would like, seriously, I don't even need all this, I'm just the nurse-

"Stop that right now, there's no one else like you" Tony huffed, planting a quick kiss your head before texting his caterers about everything he wanted, ensuring everything was perfect, especially when it came to you.

You woke up to the sun streaming through the curtains, stretching before getting out of bed and padding over to the bathroom to go through your morning routine. You had the day off, throwing on your joggers instead of your typical scrubs and making your way down to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for baking.

You hummed, scooping out spoons of cookie batter, plopping it onto the tray and throwing it into the oven, cleaning up the area in between, waiting for the oven timer to go off. You set the chocolate chip cookies onto a tray, piping the last bit of icing onto the top and sweeping away the smidges of frosting that got onto the counter.

Bucky blinked at the smell of baking, making his way to the kitchen for some water after a run. He groaned, nearly walking right back out when he saw you singing to yourself, arranging cookies in a circle, each one decorated for a different person in the tower.

"Good morning Bucky" You smiled while he mumbled, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, "I-I made made cookies for everyone, did you want one?" You asked hopefully, looking at the little dog tags you'd piped on the cookie you made for him while he shrugged in response.

"Why do you keep trying so hard, do you not have any friends?" Bucky scoffed, ignoring the fresh plate of cookies that sat on the counter, not caring that your face had fallen. He wanted to strike a nerve, feeling a sick satisfaction at the way you silenced yourself, giving him the peace and quiet he wanted.

"S-sorry, I just thought-

"You thought what?" Buck cocked an eyebrow, the tick in his jaw making your stomach churn.

"Nothing, sorry" You mumbled, turning back to continue cleaning while he chugged the rest of the bottle. "I've just leave them here if you want one later on-

"No, I don't want one now and I don't think I'll want one later either" Bucky glared at you, tired of you always trying to do things for others as if anyone asked.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" you bit your lip hard to keep from crying, not wanting to annoy Bucky more.

"Why do you always act like everything great? Like we don't come back from almost dying, risking our lives while you go about like the world is perfect"

"I just-I didn't mean-

"You didn't mean what, to be annoying? Did anyone even ask for this?" Bucky nodded to the cookies while you shook your head, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed, not realizing others also probably found you annoying.

"I-it was my birthday, I thought-" you sniffled, choking back a whimper, "I wanted to do something nice - never mind" You bit your lip to keep from breaking down, blinking back tears as you scurried off to your room, without looking back.

The initial satisfaction Bucky was short lived as he stood in the now empty kitchen, tossing the bottle aside. The plate caught his eye once more as he walked by, reluctantly stopping to look at each one, your skilled hands decorating each one with clean details. He instantly spotting the one you made for him which had been dusted with silver just like his tags; he had no idea how you managed to get his name and number piped to precisely.

Not that it mattered.

Bucky continued to make his way to the gym, feeling a little bad that he made you cry but he figured you'd get over soon enough, after all that seemed to be your strong suit, you were always happy and smiling anyway.

"You're coming tonight, right?" Steve dropped the weights he was curling while Bucky frowned, unsure of what the captain was referring to.

"Why, what's tonight" Bucky grunted, still in the middle of his set.

"Seriously, Tony told us like a month ago"

"Yeah, fine" Bucky huffed, not really caring what it was about, knowing he'd be dragged to go regardless. He finished the rest of his workout, retreating back to his room to shower. He flopped onto his bed after, grabbing a book from his bedside table seeing as there was still plenty of time till he had to get ready.

The book had been a Christmas present from you and as much as he hated to admit it, it was perfect and one of his favorites. He tried to focus on the words, feeling bad again thinking about how your face had fallen earlier when all you did was offer him a cookie.

Maybe he went a little overboard with his reaction...

Bucky shook the guilt he felt, hoping that you'd be running around somewhere getting ready for whatever tonight was.

"Where's y/n" Sam looked around the room seeing everyone else present but you, the night in full swing seeing as Tony had gone all out as usual "I swear she said she'd be here, this is literally her birthday party"

"I didn't see her" Nat frowned, putting down the drink she was sipping on, scanning the room again, "Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her all day"

Bucky felt a deep pang in his chest when he realized the party was for you, his stomach twisting in knots.

"Where's our birthday girl" Steve asked as he joined the others, the guilt making Bucky feel even more sick. He ran a hand over his face while the others continued to wonder where you were. "I hope she isn't working, she deserves a day off, she already worked over time for 3 months straight when we were running back to back missions"

Bucky remembered that.

They'd all been sent out on missions spread across different months and you'd been the one on call to patch them up the entire time. You hadn't complained once even through you were thoroughly sleep deprived. At the time Bucky was annoyed you were in such an upbeat mood when they were all scraping by but you had been struggling yourself.

"I fucked up" Bucky groaned, feeling awful for how he'd treated you in the morning and for how he'd been acting towards you in general.

"Why, what did you do" Steve's face twisted in confusion while Bucky's face reddened in embarrassment. Steve was aware Bucky complained about you but he figured it was because his bestfriend got flustered around the pretty nurse, he'd seen Bucky get tongue tied plenty of times whenever you walked by.

"You were a grumpy asshole to y/n, weren't you" Sam frowned seeing Bucky's guilty face. The soldier didn't say another word, leaving the group to find you instead, debating on getting Steve to clock him in the jaw first. Bucky ran to the elevator, pushing the button to your floor, hoping he'd see you making your way down, only to find the hallway empty. His heart broke hearing the soft sniffles coming from your room, the door closed. He gently knocked on the door, your cries quieting down as if you'd silenced yourself to pretend you were asleep instead of opening the door.

"Y/n?" Bucky called for you only to be met with more silence, "Can-can you please open the door?" His heart started to beat faster when he head your footsteps approaching the door, clicking the lock open; you were still in your joggers from earlier, your face puffy from crying.

All because of him.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" you lied, keeping your face trained on your feet, worried Bucky had come to yell at you about the party Tony had thrown for you, "and I'm sorry about the party, you didn't have to go if you didn't want to, I promise I didn't tell Tony you had to come, I know you don' like me-

"No, no baby no, stop" Bucky hushed you, his heart breaking when your voice cracked, rambling out apologies. His body moved on its own, wrapping his arms around you while you started to cry again, rocking you while holding you to his chest. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you have nothing to apologize for doll, nothing at all"

Bucky held you tightly while your body shook, feeling sick with himself for how he'd been treating you. You'd never been anything short of sweet and he'd made a point of always letting you know he couldn't care less. He lifted you in his arms, walking over to your bed, sitting down with you in his lap, ready to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

"I didn't mean to be so annoying" You shrugged, fidgeting with your fingers, the light that always made your eyes twinkle dimmed from Bucky's words.

"Y/n, please, no" Bucky whispered, pleading with you to stop. "Don't doll. It was never ever you, please let me apologize. I've been awful to you, you've done nothing wrong. You've always been an angel, sweets, it's me whose been an annoying asshole. I don't deserve your kindness but that's never stopped you from giving it to me when I least deserved it"

"You deserve kindness Bucky" you gave him a small smile, one that didn't meet your eyes and Bucky felt his eyes sting. Even when he was the one in the wrong, you were still comforting him with your sweetness.

"Y/n, I don't know anyone that deserves the sort of kindness you give. I don't know anyone that would deserve someone as wonderful as you. You're a light for everyone when its dark. I was a fuckin' idiot for everything I've ever said to you. That isn't an excuse for how I've been treating you doll, I know that. It's just- I've been awful to you and you've never done anything wrong. I'm truly sorry sweets"

"Its okay Bucky" You whispered, reaching up to wipe the tear that streaked down his face, your cheeks heating up when you realized you were still in his lap, "S-sorry, I didn't realize-

Bucky shook his head, holding you securely in his lap, not wanting to let you go.

"You have nothing to apologize for, pretty girl" Bucky shrugged, loosening his hold in case you wanted to get off but your doe eyes darted around instead, settling further in his lap. "You really are like sunshine"

"You're very charming, Sargent" you smiled bashfully while Bucky chuckled, his heart beating erratically in his chest when your hands came up to toy with the tags that hung around his neck.

"Would it-would it be if I kissed you?" He whispered shyly, blushing when you nodded, pressing his soft lips to yours. Bucky took his time kissing you, pouring every ounce of his feelings with soft touches, holding onto you like porcelain.

"Everyone's waiting for you sweets" Bucky gave you a gentle squeeze, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, hoping that you'd still want to go to your own party. "Would you like to go downstairs?"

You slinked off Bucky's lap to get ready, the soldier watching you with heart eyes the entire time you did your hair and makeup. He knew he had a lot to make up for, starting with the fact that he'd never hurt you again. He was still upset with himself for ever hurting you in the first place but he was ready to protect your innocent heart for the rest of his life. His breath hitched in his throat when you finished applying the last of your gloss, blushing when you slipped your hand into his so he could lead you down.

"Theres our cupcake!" Tony grinned when he saw you approaching, the rest of the team cheering making you giggle. Steve smirked seeing Bucky follow closely behind you in protective mode, keeping his hand around your waist. He spent the entire time, doting on you, following you like a lost puppy.

By the end of the night, he had you in his lap again, shamelessly looking at you with heart eyes while the rest of the team watched curiously, his sole focus on you.

"Happy birthday sweet girl" Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you nuzzled into him with a shy smile, "My little sunshine"

Now imagine Bucky doesn't quickly get over the fact that he was a dick. Sure you forgave him because you're an absolute sweetheart but Bucky can't even deal with the way he'd acted, especially when he had a crush on you the entire time and just refused to acknowledge it, acting like a cunt instead.

He's the most lovestuck boyfriend to ever exist. Your office is always full of fresh flowers. He's a clingy little puppy, outside of the medwing until your done, always finding excuses to sneak in and see you. You had to tell him a papercut wasn't a good enough reason for him to request your services.

Neither was a stubbed toe.

The time he nicked himself while shaving was the worst because he was pouty until you kissed him better.

He slips his dog tags around you, his possessive/jealous side occasionally sneaking out.

He doesn't even hide the fact that he's a simp for you, knowing he's the luckiest person on the planet to get the sweetest person in the world. He shows your off like no tomorrow, proud of the angel he gets to call his.

He absolutely loved his sunshine.

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xxsabitoxx · 4 months

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Fushiguro Megumi hates it when you get injured.

Something about it, no matter how big or small the injury is, just gets under his skin and pisses him off. Which comes off has him being mad at you, unfortunately. It’s not his intention, fuck no, he’s just so upset it happened in the first place.

It’s not till you get injured bad that you realize he’s not mad at you, rather, he’s mad at himself. There is a lingering guilt in Megumi’s eyes when you get hurt, as if he failed you.

“You know this isn’t your fault, right?” You had questioned late one night, laying in an infirmary bed with an IV in your arm because Shoko’s technique and the curse’s attack were not working well together. Meaning you were on strict bed rest until you were fully healed. Megumi hated that too, of course.

He didn’t answer, instead he flipped the page of his book with pursed lips. “I’m talking to you, Meg. It’s rude to ignore.” That got to him, closing his book slowly as he dragged his eyes up the bed to look at you. “You know this isn’t your fault, right?”

You repeated your previous statement, knowing he heard you the first time but he wouldn’t answer unless you asked again. “Yeah.” His tone was low, not convincing whatever. “Liar.” You shot back, moving your arm to rub your tired eyes.

Megumi watched the tube move with you, the dark liquid slowly dripping from the bag down the line and into your veins. “I’m not lying.” He nearly spat, anger bubbling in his gut at the sight of the retched medical machinery you were hooked too.

You sighed, “I’m sorry for getting hurt. I know it’s frustrating and all but li-“ but Megumi was cutting you off with a near incredulous look. “What?” Was all he said, leaving you to blink at him as you tried to wrap your head around his confusion.

“Y-you’re mad cause I’m careless, right? Because I keep weighing you down by getting myself injured?” You stated this as if it were factual, watching Megumi’s face morph into one of genuine bewilderment and mild offense.

“No?! What the fuck makes you think that?!”

"Because... you don't talk to me for like three days after the fact?" Megumi couldn't exactly fight you on that. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it really did come off that way. "I...shit no that's not..." he tossed his book on your bed, hands coming up to rub his face as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not mad at you. I've never once been mad at you for getting injured. I just..." he sighed, turning to look at you now "...I just get frustrated with myself. I don't like seeing you hurt, it makes me feel like I didn't do enough. Then, I sit here promising myself to do better for you the next time we go out on a mission together, and then we end up right back here. With you in a hospital bed."

Megumi's face had turned a shade of pink. He always felt fidgety having these kinds of conversations. Especially with you, especially about his feelings. "Oh..." you started, mulling over his words carefully before sighing. "You can't beat yourself up over this stuff, Megumi. It's my life and my choice to be a sorcerer. Getting hurt is part of the job." You watched him shift in his chair.

"I know it's part of the job. I just don't like seeing you get hurt. Especially when I'm supposed to be supporting you. We're supposed to look out for each other on these missions and I keep failing you." Megumi's eyes darted anywhere around the room, hands folding neatly as he tried not to seem nervous.

"Megumi." You stated it bluntly, praying he'd look up. He did, of course, he did. For some reason, he couldn't deny you when you said his name like that. "C'mere." you whispered, motioning him to sit on the edge of your bed. He listened, getting up to move the small distance and trying his best to keep you stable as the bed dipped.

"You can't go on with your life quietly beating yourself up for things that are out of your control... and mine for that matter." Your hand carefully reaches up to touch his cheek, smiling at the warmth burning under your fingertips. Megumi looks at you, head-turning reluctantly. "I love you too much to let you feel guilty."

Quiet. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The look on Megumi's face was utterly priceless. Pure disbelief. No way he heard you correctly. His tired mind and sore back must be playing tricks on him. "You... what?" He croaked, brows furrowing in denial. You smile, huffing out a laugh. "I said I love you, Megumi."

He wasn't sure how to act in that moment. Every word he could think of was fizzling out before it could reach his mouth. Instead of killing himself trying to respond verbally, Megumi did the only thing he could think of. A surprised squeak left you as his lips pressed against yours, hands shaking as they gingerly cupped your cheeks.

The kiss itself lasted maybe twenty seconds, leaving you a little breathless from being unprepared as he pulled away. "I... guess that means you love me too?" you teased him, a grin on your face. Softly, Megumi huffed out a laugh before responding.

"Yeah, it means I love you too."

Started this a few days ago and didn’t even realize it was Megumi’s birthday today! So, happy birthday, Meg :)

Hope you enjoyed! - May

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 7 months

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Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Genre: Yandere

TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.

AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for 😭 Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^

You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.

"(Name), remove your shoes."

" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beauté, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.

" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.

"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.

He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.

"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.

"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"

"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.

Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.

"Would you like me to kill them for you?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)

"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.

"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"

"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.

Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."

Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.

Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beauté, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.

"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."

His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?

You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.

"It's alright Rook."

"You nearly gave us away, Rook."

Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.

"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.

Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."

Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.

"As you wish, my dear queen."

#ice writes #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst vil #twst rook #twst vil x you #twst rook x you #twst vil x you x twst rook #vil x you x rook #yan!rook #yan!vil x you #yan!rook x you #yan!vil #yan!vil x you x yan!rook #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst

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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months

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This for another poly au but with F!reader with TWO KÖNIG'S (I don't know how but I don't even care because omfg @gremlingottoosilly , I'm sorry, what?!?! You can't just drop this into the comments and leave???

Because now I have thoughts:

How many days would it take before these two killed each other? Like imagine them arguing in the kitchen in frustrated German, you only just woke up and these two are already at each other's throats

How would reader ever survive their dicks bullying? If there was even one yandere/obsessive/possessive/toxic König in this scenario (I'm guessing the cocky young recruit who's secretly unsure of himself), reader would find herself in a good cop bad cop situation with these two

Good cop tired colonel König pets her hair and shushes and coos at her after bad cop yandere rookie König made her cry and then left the scene to blow some steam. Comes back and tries to rip her from his arms and is like "She's mine" and the older (dadbod) colonel is like "She's not your plaything" and "You need to behave"

And omg reader would be a MESS, praying for these two to be gentle with her. She'd be in such a predicament with these needy men. "Guys, no anal… Please 🥺👉👈" because she can't possibly take two at the same time. Nu-uh, nope, never.

The only pros of this situation would be that one of them would perhaps stay at home while the other goes to work to get money to take care of their pet? Perhaps colonel is retiring early or something? If they switch between who's working, I'm feeling so so sorry for reader when tired colonel König goes to work and has to leave her alone with our knife-collecting, hormone-driven, touch-starved, lustful recruit König who knows the importance of aftercare but is really, really cumbersome and needy to be around… Not to talk of the dirty laugh, the "Now I have you all to myself" and the vile grin that follows when the door closes after tired colonel who just cast a last worried look to our poor reader

#my brain is itching #I want to write this so bad #but I know I don't have the time rn #would someone please write this #anyone everyone #write a million fics of this #tw: dark content

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dre6ming · 29 days

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Kiss it better

Part of “The delicate beginning rush” (click for the whole series) can be read in it’s own

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: hard language, curses, aggression, mentions of blood, assault

Plot: while visiting Austin on set of the bike rides something not so great happens, that has Austin pull out his protective side

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A/n: this was a request so if you have some more feel free to send them to me

"Do you know how much I love you?" Austin asks, kissing my cheek, the facial hair he had to grow for the role making me giggle with the way it tickles my soft skin. "I think in might have and idea about it." I say, turning my head slightly and catching his lips in a warm kiss, tasting his breath on my tongue. My heart beats so fast I can almost hear it in my ears, as he adjusts his hand, to hold my lower back better making sure I don't fall off the bike. He's filming for the movie Bike riders and I'm just passing through, visiting for the month, which has been great since we often get to fool around the set in between filming.

"I think I might go to your trailer and get some sleep, I'm kinda tired." I tell him, brushing my hands through his hair, pulling slightly at the root, making him groan. "Ok, want me to walk you?" Austin helps me get off the bike safely. "You think they'll let you keep it after you're done?" I ask referring to his bike, praying for a 'yes' "Probably not." He shakes his head and I pout, truly disappointed. "That's too bad, maybe I'll buy you one for your birthday!" I say absentmindedly, walking my hand over the handle of the bike. Austin chuckles, pulling me in a tight hug. "Ok sugar mama, if that's what you want to waste your pension on." He jokes shrugging his shoulders, making me laugh with my head thrown back. "Well baby, if you behave." His lips catch mine and I sigh into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, smiling when I hear him groan.

"Ok I'm going now, you need to get back to work." I say, patting his chest. Austin opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't get to as he gets called back to set and I giggle at his frustration, going past him. I wink at him and get to walking to his trailer, already dreaming of the soft bed enveloping me whole. On my way, a dude I've never seen before, waves my way, nodding his head at me, a strange grin on. I can't lie, but I usually don't pay mind to such behavior, but somehow this interaction makes shivers climb up my spine and the hair to on the back of my neck to rise.

"Hi gorgeous!" He approaches me and I try to act like I don't see him, taking a few steps to my right hoping he'd get the note and leave me alone. "Hey!" He whistles at me trying to get my attention. "You deaf or somethin girl?" He asks lifer coming my way. "I'm just not interested, ok can you leave me be?" I ask hoping he'll give up. "So what maybe I can change your mind, huh?" He says, coming my way aggressively. I feel my bones shake with fear and I try to move away from him, while trying to remember everything I learned in self defense class, but all that seems to be useless now. "I don't know you ok?" I say, picking up my pace, not running just yet, thinking if I should turn back where I came from.

While I'm in my head sweating my decision, the guy catches my wrist in his hand and pulls me towards him. I wince at the way his grip on my wrist twists my joint and shoots pain up my arm. "Let me go!" I try to rip my arm out of his hold but, he's to strong. "Oh come on baby, just a kiss, maybe I'll grab a boob or two, they look gorgeous" my free hand goes to cover my chest and I look frantically around to see if there's anyone that can help me, but there isn't. Panic is high in me and the smirk the guy has on his face, makes my blood turn to ice in my veins. "Help, someone help me!" I shout as loud as I can, before he slaps me across the face. The hit takes me off balance and in doing so, he brings me flush to him, putting his hand over my mouth and the other around my waist. With my hands free I start to hit him anywhere I can, but he's big so he doesn't even budge. "You cunt! Stop fucking hitting me!" He growls at me, his spit hitting my cheek.

I can't see anything, tears are flowing down my face and I'm struggling to breathe with his hand on my mouth. I can see all the ways this might go and I'm terrified. Suddenly I'm roughly shaken and he lets go of me, so I fall to the ground, my legs numb. "Shh , hey it's fine!" I hear a muffled voice say and I feel hands on my arms trying to grab at me, I scream and push away, closing my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest and crying. I hear a bunch of commotion around me, but I'm scared to move, so I just sit there, formed into a ball.

I feel a set of arms wrap around me and I flinch away. "Shh baby, Y/n it's me, it's Austin." I hear softly and I lunch at him, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I swear to you I want to kill that motherfucker, I hope my fist fucking stays on his face for the rest of his scum bag life." He sounds so angry, but his touch is so warm and comforting. "I I I'm sssorry" I stammer from crying, nuzzling my face in his chest. "Don't you dare apologize. Come on baby, I'll lift you up." Austin says, hooking one arm under my legs and the other on my back. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, kissing the top of my head.

I hear the door to his trailer open and soon enough I feel the fluffy bed under me. His hands push the hair out of my face and he uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away. "I knew I should've walked with you." He says more, to himself p, giving me a good look over, anger intensifying on his face as he notices my red wrist and probably swollen cheek. "I should go back there and give that guy more punches to take home." I shake my head and take his hands off my face, rubbing his knuckles, frowning when I see the cuts and bruises on his hands. "Aus what did you do?" I ask my voice barely a whisper.

"Some guy from sound said he heard some girl scream for help, my mind when directly to you, I hate that I was right. I ran and when I saw him grabbing at you, I ripped him off of you, got him to the ground and punched as hard as I could, I hope I broke something, maybe his nose" he takes his hands back and goes to the sink to wet a small wash cloth, bringing it over and wiping my face. "I'll change and then we can go back to the apartment ok? They gave me two days off." He says, placing another kiss on my forehead, then quickly undressing, putting the clothes in a bag and getting into his own. It only takes him a minute or two, but it feels like an eternity and I'm so happy, when he gets on the bed and pull me on top of him, arms tight around me. "I'm so sorry honey, are you ok?" Austin asks again

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little shaken up." I say, grimacing when I speak since it hurts from all the screaming. "I think we should go by the medic, your cheek is pretty red and your wrist is bruising" he speaks softly, massaging my back. "I'm fine." I push hoping he'd drop if. "How's your hand, does it hurt?" I ask and push myself off of him, getting up from the bed and going to my bag to pick my balm for cuts and bruises. I take the wet towel and motion him to come sit at the edge of the bed with me. "Give me your hand." But he's stubborn. "I should be taking care of you, I'm fine." He argues, making me roll my eyes. "Aus, your knuckles are bleeding, please!" I plead with him and he finally gives in. While I work on his hands his lips kiss my face over and over again, making my skin feel warm and tingly.

"I think if there's anyone that can kiss it better it's you." I admit, smiling, while I carefully apply cream to his bruised knuckles. He doesn't even flinch but I know they must be hurting. "Are you really ok? Please Y/n tell me, I promise not to go break his neck." Austin's nostrils flare up as his anger flashes back to him, and I sigh. "I'm not fine, I was so scared, I took all those self defense classes and I couldn't do anything." I feel tears in my eyes again and he places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Come here, my darling love, I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm here!" He assures me, pulling me into a breath taking hug.

I breathe in his scent, feeling my muscles relax, the warmth his body provides being exactly what I needed. "Let's go home and get you a warm bath, hm? And then we'll stuff ourselves full of chocolate and ice cream, while watching Twilight!" I giggle at the plans he has made for the night. "I would love that!" I reply truthfully, leaning my head back and pulling him in for a kiss. Austin's lips are warm and soft and sweet, almost too familiar in taste. "Did you use my lip balm?" I ask licking my lips and looking at him, chuckling when he blushes. "Just a bit, maybe, no.." he defends himself, bringing me back for another kiss, one of his hands holding my chin. "Liar!" I say, before his lips crash onto mine. He giggles into the kiss, and his tongue, licks my bottom lip asking for permission, which I give delighted. Austin's tongue explores my mouth and his hands keep me close to his chest, so close I can feel his heart pounding. "I love you!" I say between shallow breaths. "You're my everything!" He admits looking into my eyes and I melt into the blue of his irises.

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soursvgar · 1 year

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How would you meet them if they were human? ♡

A/N: this idea was laying in my drafts for awhile, i haven't been around much lately so i don't know if it's been done before, but i sort of combined my ideas of what job would they have as humans and how would mc meet them if they were humans, i hope you all enjoy! ♡

Demon brothers x gender neutral reader ; fluff

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ෆ ━ Lucifer ━ ෆ

Terribly confused, you wander through the seemingly unending hallways of your new institution. You could swear you've walked through those same corridors for the third time in the past hour, merely searching for your next class - whoever handed you those dated maps has got to find a more suitable job because you are officially lost. Contemplating to just cut class altogether and give up on the whole freshman fiasco, you set camp on a misplaced bench, figuring nobody is coming to your aid at this point.

"Well, what do we have here, a lost sheep?" The voice is deep and tender, carrying what's left of your attention span to it. You notice the tall figure's tailored outfit, worried at the possible misconception at first, before you decide you are too tired to care whether he believes you, or assumes a different reason for your absence. "Come on, tell me where you have to get to and I'll guide you to it. You're not the first student I've found lost in these halls." He stretches his hand towards you with a smile, and suddenly, all of your worries seem to fade.

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ෆ ━ Mammon ━ ෆ

The crisp air slither through the gaps in your garment, making you shudder and tighten the scarf around your neck; if there's anything you desire in this chilly early morning, it’s a hot cup of coffee to hold snug between your fingers. Not being welcomed by your name upon your arrival causes you to peek behind the counter to spot a new barista brushing back his silver hair in frustration, brows furrowing as he helplessly scrubs off a stain while trying to memorize a costumer's complicated order.

"It was medium decaf soy latte, extra shot of cream and two vanilla pumps. They order it every morning, don't worry, you'll get used to it." You approach with a chuckle; the latter responds with a sigh of relief as he frantically notes down your words. "It's a shame ya don't work here instead, my boss is extremely unhelpful-" His sentence is cut short when his eyes meet yours, lingering for a moment with his lips shaped into a perfect 'o'. "I-I'm Mammon, I'm actually a model but I work here part time- could I get your order, with your name and- your number too, maybe?"

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ෆ ━ Leviathan ━ ෆ

You have been forging your hobby for quite a while now- gaming had been a passion of yours since a young age, and as the years passed you've grown better and better. The time has finally come for you to enter a professional competition, but once you pick up the courage to register, your connection fails you. Frustrated, you make your way towards the nearest internet cafe, praying your confident remains by the time you arrive.

Once seated, you take a glimpse at your neighbor's screen as you recognize the familiar colors, and your guess is indeed correct- he is signing up to the same competition as you. Your gaze shifts to the figure frantically typing and a pink hue spreads across your cheeks at the scenery, you did not expect him to look this cute. "Um- Excuse me..." you immediately regret the spark of courage that flushed through you, because now his eyes are on you, and you swear your voice is about to break. However, the latter is quicker to respond. "Are y-you talking to- to me?" he questions, looking around to make sure the two of you are the only ones inhibiting the cafe at this hour, his appearance just as sheepish as yours. "Y-Yes, I see you're registering to the same competition as me." you mutter bashfully, lowering your eyes as the contact was spreading fire to your cheeks. "I was wondering... if you'd want to be my teammate?"

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ෆ ━ Satan ━ ෆ

As an avid book reader, you couldn't be more excited about your favorite author going on a book tour for his new release. His identity was kept a secret, and his appearance in events was scarce- many people claimed to have met him, but none had any evidence to back it up; You were determined to be a different case. However, disappointment is not late to follow as you are met with a cancellation notice, and a staff on the author's behalf shows up to market the book instead. Disheartened, you trudge through the library's halls to divert your mind off of your despondency, fingers lightly brushing over the hard covers as you walk past the shelves.

"I heard he never comes to his own events, very unprofessional, if you're asking me." You pause when a stranger address you, looking up to see blonde locks peeking through a hat. "His books are not even that good, honestly." the male shrugs before returning to the book in his hands. "Well, I'll have you know he's actually my favorite author. If he chooses not to reveal his identity, that's his right to do so." You reply, astonished by the sheer nerve and disrespect. "Hm, can I see that? Maybe I should give it a second look, since you think it's so good." He closes the book in his grasp and gestures towards the one in yours, scribbling something inside as you hand it to him before taking his leave. Confused, you open the cover to inspect the inscription. "I'm happy to hear you enjoyed my book; here's my phone number- give me a call sometimes so we can chat. -S."

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ෆ ━ Asmodeus ━ ෆ

You've always had a pull towards art and design, and your recent form of artistic expression is manifested through your nails- you've been enjoying coloring and decorating them with little drawings. However, the workload of your day to day life had been burdening your creative spirit, making you feel like you require a nudge in the right direction. With the recommendation of the internet, you decide to visit a trending independent nail salon and hopefully catch some inspiration while you get your nails done.

"Come here! Sit down, beautiful." Cheerfully, you are greeted by an angelic looking artist, his luscious pink curls outlining his flawless features, leaving you mesmerized enough to forget your own introduction. As your appointment progress, he lets you in on his secret gig as a junior fashion designer to advertise his brand, but also because he has the talent of picking a fresh face out of a crowd- or so he tells you, with a wink. In return, you share your own artistic endeavors, watching as he curiously tunes in, clearly wanting to hear more. "Just to be clear, I don't click like that with all of my clients." He offers a whimsical expression, but his nervousness shows through his stiff body language. "I really enjoyed talking to you, how about we see each other again, after hours?"

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ෆ ━ Beelzebub ━ ෆ

"You deserve it." Failing to convince yourself, you take an anxious glimpse at your bank balance. For some time now, your friends had tried to convince you to accompany them to the hottest new place in town- an exclusive gourmet dining experience, drinks included, but the prices were keeping you at bay. A long, exhausting week was all it took to finally drive you to make a decision, though, stepping inside alone has you feeling a bit under dressed for the occasion, and your antsy attitude doesn't slip from the servers’ eyes.

"My name is Beel, I'll be your waiter today." A handsome redhead greets the group, eyes seemingly stalling on you for a just a promptous second. At first you thought you are misreading a mild coaxing towards a big tip, but around the third free entrée you assume the accidental brushes while delivering your food were, in fact, quite intentional. You decide to try out your luck, conveniently forgetting your coat on the chair when it's time to head out. As you return, your waiter is waiting where you left him, your coat hanging on his arm and his chiseled face graced with an expectant expression. "So, I'm actually also an aspiring chef- when I'm not waiting tables. Those extra dishes I let you sample were off menu, and my own doing. Would you like to maybe... meet up sometimes, and try some more of my cooking, just the two of us?"

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ෆ ━ Belphegor ━ ෆ

It was a rare occurrence for you to experience a day where you had no responsibilities to attend to, and simultaneously, said day brought upon it not a single cloud in the sky and a sun that shines exceptionally bright. The urge to take a walk outside and feel the graze of nature over your skin is unavoidable, leading you to find yourself alone in the nearest park, enjoying a cherished moment of relaxation. Hearing a sudden purr, your eyes are met with the slanted pupils of a stray cat and your body acts on its own as you lean down to pet it. The feline refuses, and instead, meows at you before it trails off in a different direction, stopping once as if it grants you permission to follow.

"Ah, there you are, I was looking all over for you." Confused, your gaze follows the voice as you watch the cat being picked up into an embrace. "And you made a friend?" Now intended at you, you blink as a warm pair of arms brush against you, offering you the animal cuddled within their hold. "I'm Belphegor, by the way. I volunteer at the local cat shelter because they let me take naps at work." The stranger chuckles. "And I believe my cat had just chosen you." Looking around, you notice several cats perched at the man's feet, basking in the sun and enjoying the warm weather. "If you want, you're more than welcome to join us on our little-" He pauses, smiling shyly. "Cat nap..."

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mindfulstudyquest · 28 days

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❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲: easy tips to form healthy habits ( based on this alessya farrugia video )

if you don't have a solid night routine, you may as well throw away your whole morning routine, because the decisions you make at night are gonna to directly affect you in the morning and how you go about your day. if you binge watch netflix 'til 1am calling it your "rest time" only for you to wake up in the morning feeling tired and frustrated, it's time for you to build a night routine and stick to it.

pro tip do not try to improve everything all at once, you're gonna fail. just try to incorporate something small in your routine to start forming healthy habits. it might take months, but one year from now it will all be worthy.

𝟭. prepare for the next day ( 📒 )

write down your to-do list for the next day. when i don't plan out my day i just end up doing nothing, because i don't even know where to start. but if you know what you have to do you don't end up procrastinating and start getting things done. also, do not overload yourself with too much things to do, you're just not going to accomplish them all, so keep it realistic.

bonus put the most important tasks on the top of your list so you're gonna accomplish them as soon as possible.

𝟮. clean you room ( 🫧 )

it really depends on when you are the most active – for example i'm a night owl and i can't even imagine cleaning my room in the morning – but yes, removing all the mess you made during the day will help you leaving it all behind and starting fresh new the next day. put your clothes away, remove books, notebooks, make-up products, trash all around and i guarantee you that you're gonna feel so much better.

𝟯. take care of your body ( 🌷 )

take a warm shower that can help you relax, do your skincare, change in your comfy clothes, basically wash away the stress and negativity of the day. last semester i would literally stay at uni for 10h straight and coming back home at 8pm after the gym, i used to take a warm shower straight after that so i could let all the negativity of the outside world slide off me.

𝟰. drink hot tea ( 🍵 )

avoid theine but treat yourself to a hot drink that helps you relax and restore your calm, also take your vitamins and give yourself those ten minutes in your personal space.

𝟱. self love and affirmations ( 💖 )

reflect on your day, write down in your diary all the things that happened, pray, meditate, do your affirmations, leave everything in the past, do not let today's disappointments, stress and frustration affect your tomorrow. the only way in which you can truly move forward is by facing the things that happened today to leave them in the past, tomorrow is a new day.

𝟲. get off your phone ( 📱 )

definitely the hardest part for me. i don't even want to explain why it's so dangerous for you to stay awake scrolling through your phone at night – blue light and whatever – so just be strong and try to get off your phone at least 1h before going to bed, use eye-protection mode after sunset and use blue glasses if you can.

bonus use only red light at night, blue light are gonna inhibit your melatonin production ( which is what makes you sleep at night ).

𝟳. go to bed on time ( 🛏️ )

do not delay your bed time in order to get more dopamine scrolling through social media or binge watching netflix. do not sacrifice your sleep in order to do more work/study ( i did it in the past and it's definitely not worthy ), prioritizing your sleep is going to reward you in the long run. trust and believe.

𝟴. 321 rule for better sleep ( 💤 )

3 hours before bed –> stop eating. it gives you enough time to digest your food so you're not going to waste energy during your sleep to digest and you're gonna wake up less tired.

2 hours before bed –> stop studying/working. you need to drag your brain out of your "fight or flight" mode in order to get deep rest at night.

1 hour before bed –> stop screen time. allow your body to produce the melatonin that it needs in order to fall asleep properly.

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herseraphwings · 10 months

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Herseraphwings🕊️ 🌙✨ Pick A Card Debut

🌙✨ Itching to flex my divination skills without diving into YouTube, here I am! Just call me Alise. I'm a solo witch with clarsentient and claircognizant vibes, spreading messages through tarot and oracle cards. I've got all sorts of readings for you, except anything medical-related. Let's embark on a soulful journey of expansion and alignment together. Hit me up for some mystical insights! 🔮✨

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What Don't You See Coming?

*Disclamer: I offer tarot readings for entertainment and spiritual guidance purposes only. Please understand that the insights and interpretations provided are subjective and should not be substituted for professional advice or counseling. The responsibility to make decisions and take actions based on the readings lies solely with you. I am not liable for any consequences that may arise from your choices or actions following the reading. Remember, the future is not set in stone, and outcomes can be influenced by various factors and your own free will.*

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Ace of Cups, King of Cups, 10 of Swords, The Hermit, Knight of Cups

What you don’t see coming is new chapter where you are aligned and fulfilled. I see that you have experienced the mental anguish that comes with negative beliefs & self talk- feeling as though the rug would be pulled from under your feet if you didn’t feel just a dash a pessimism that you disguised as realism. You could have struggled keeping your heart open and receptive to blessings and opportunities because your thoughts were hard to level and work through. When you identify with your personal thoughts and feelings too much, you truly see the world through that lens. However, I see that a period of introspection and spiritual adjustment has been setting you up or will set you up for a new chapter. You are truly letting go of hurt, ego, fear and anything else that clogs up your system with a heavy vibration. I see your light brightening as you weave harmony and resolution into your life. If you struggled with accepting love before, you won’t anymore. You’ll know that the core of your essence is love. If you felt like you had to play dirty games of the world for self preservation, you won’t anymore. You’ll know that everything you need comes from Source. Some of you may have literally gone over seas on a “Eat. Pray. Love” journey where no-one could find you, just so you could clear out the ego and align to your true self. Now you’ll get to receive opportunities and changes that will blow your mind.

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The Hermit, Ace of Swords, 9 of Pentacles, King of Cups, The Magician

You have been trying to manifest something BIG. It could be material abundance. You have been waiting and trying your hardest to manifest things the right way and the BEST and FASTEST way. I see that this is a manifestation that you believe will bring you complete satisfaction and even release you from a situation you’re tired of and ready to move away from. However, you may have been forced to be patient and struggling with the fear that it may not come to be. I see you trying to maintain clear thoughts and a high vibration, but your emotions are still so emotionally tied to the results. What you don’t see coming is that you aren’t going to receive the manifestation you want. The Creator is actually going to give you something even better, but you have to be willing to let go of your original idea. You may feel frustrated because I feel someone’s energy like “ I know I’m doing this right, why isn’t it happening?” And it’s just because the Creator has kind of high jacked things. It’s not a part of the sacred plan. It’s not for you. Something even better is coming, and you won’t see it coming because you’ll still be trying to figure out how to separate yourself from your attachment to the original outcome. You may be trying to manifest a lump sum to gain stability, but The Creator wants to give you a high paying job where you earn that lump sum overtime and then some, therefore creating lasting stability in your life. Do your best to surrender.

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8 of Cups, 5 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, Page of Pentacles, 6 of Cups

If things have felt chaotic and conflicted recently for you, then what you don’t see coming is things finally regaining their balance in your life. Your faith has been challenged, and you may not see a clear path right now but try to consider the value of chaos. Every storm passes, and the tumultuous winds always blow away the parts of us that we discard to adapt so that we can reinvent ourselves. Some of you may have taken a step away from life because you knew that was the only thing you could control about your situation and it has served you well. Trust in the universe, because this period of chaos will end. I see the collective of this pile like a sturdy object on a shelf, immovable and stored away for winter. The Creator says that once you have recognized that some of these inconveniencing events are a direct result of unresolved past issues, you’ll be able to work through them quickly and bring balance back to your life. For some of you you’re dealing with money issues and might need to examine your past relationship with finances and lay the groundwork for better financial health. For other’s it could do with the way you treat yourself or trauma. It’s all lessons. You’ll move past them and come out even stronger.

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7 of Cups, 5 of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, 8 of Pentacles, 9 of Cups

You don’t see coming is that you are going to see the results of what you have been working hard towards! I see that you have started to doubt the goals you set for yourself regarding this manifestation of yours and it makes me feel for you, because I’m honestly in the same boat so I’m glad you came to this reading. You can trust that you had/have a good idea and that that idea is going to take you where you want to go. It looks like you have been thinking about giving up because you may not have reached certain goals when you wanted or some milestones may not have felt or appeared the way you imagined them to be. The Creator is showing me that you have been a little disillusioned about how fast your success was going to come, but that the level of success is going to be bigger than you thought. You just have to persevere and keep tending to those seeds you planted. Whatever you’re doing might position you as an authority. Congrats! JUST DON’T give up! The seeds you planted will bear fruit. Here is one thing to consider for the time being. You have received opportunities and surpassed certain milestones, but because of your unrealistic expectations at the time, you couldn’t see the bigger picture. You have already been successful! You are going to get the big wish you want, but can’t you see that these small steps are a part of that journey? Try to give yourself more credit.

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #divination #tarot cards #tarot #pick an image #PAC #divineguidance #witchblr

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13keithxpidge13 · 1 year

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AU where Aemond saves Luke from dying in the ocean and Luke pretends to lose his memory so Aemond wouldn't hurt him.

He's taken back to King's Landing where he's treated respectfully so to not allude him to anything but, it gives him the opportunity to gather information for his mother before he makes his escape. But, the oddest thing is that...Aemond treats him with such kindness, like a gentle lover.

The night he plans to leave, Aemond visits him, bringing a cup of tea and soft blankets.

"You must be so very cold," He said. "Winter is coming, after all. I wouldn't want you to fall ill with any kind of fever."

Lucerys accepts the gifts with a smile but, secretly, he prays Aemond does not check underneath his pillow where he has hidden a Valyrian dagger to use when he escapes.

"Well, I'm very tired, uhm...uncle," He had to pretend he was getting used to calling him as such. "I would like to rest now. I'm still trying to heal and such..."

"Mm, yes, I suppose," Aemond tilted his head at him. "Yes, you must be getting very sleepy, nephew."

Lucerys then feels his eyes droop and he twitches.

"Indeed," He replied.

Aemond stared at him for a few moments before smiling.

"You know," He whispered slowly. "You are indeed clever, nephew but, still so very naive."

Lucerys didn't waste another second.

He grabbed onto his dagger and darted over towards his uncle with the intent to /kill/, his body moving on its own as it suddenly felt ten times heavier.

He moved to slash at him but Aemond was faster, grabbing a hold of his wrist and waist as he flung him over his shoulder. Lucerys yelped and went to strike but Aemond slammed him back down onto the bed and the knife fell from his loose fingers.

Lucerys struggled, shouting in frustration and his eyes dropped and he groaned. Aemond chuckled.

"I really am impressed," He told him sincerely. "You've hid your true nature for months now without anyone ever suspecting a thing, I don't know if you ever lost your memory to begin with but, your mistake was stealing my dagger from my room. I know not just anyone would do such a thing. That's how I found out."

/Damn it!/ Lucerys screamed internally. /He knew just from that?! No way!/

"Let me leave!" Lucerys demanded. "I'm not yours to keep!"

"Mm, I'm sorry to say, nephew," He whispered, almost soothing in a way. "But, since you've been entrusted to me, I'm afraid I can't let you leave."

Frustrated tears welled up in Lucerys's eyes and he sobbed, kicking Aemond with his knee but, the man was not deterred.

"Please, uncle," Lucerys sobbed. "Please, just let me go."

"Oh, my little Lucy," Aemond cooed, using his free hand to gently wipe away his tears as Lucerys sniffled. "I'm sorry, I just love you too much to let you go and, now that I have you, I won't be able to let you go ever again."

#lucemond #lucerys valeryon #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon

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daenysx · 11 months

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hey!!!!! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely stunning!!! You are such a good writer and write the Hotd characters so well. Could I request fluffy daemon fic about him and the reader comforting each other after stressful days? I totally need that in my life rn 😂😂😂

thank you for this request and your sweet words, i hope you like it! i don't know why but i feel incredibly tense today, i just wanted to write this more comforting and fluffy. also i started to love writing soft!daemon, he is just too sweet to write. :(

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curses & bubbles

after a horribly stressful day, you and modern!daemon try to comfort each other.

daemon targaryen is on the edge.

no, literally, he feels like he'll fucking explode. it's a terrible day, disastrous, awful. he wishes for it to end, even prays to the gods inside his head.

he watches the clock for minutes, has 5 more cigarette breaks, and drinks 2 cups of coffee in the same hour. even though he doesn't hate his job normally, today everything gets on his nerves. at least it's friday, he thinks. two days of rest and he'll be fine. hopefully.

when it's time to leave, finally, his phone rings and he sees your name on the screen. he smiles for the first time today since he left you in bed, as he was leaving earlier. he answers your call, impatient to hear your sweet voice.

"sweetheart?"

"oh my god, can you tell me what the hell is wrong with today? are we cursed or something?" you sound tired and frustrated.

"well, if it'll make you feel better my day was horrible too. i think we might actually be cursed."

he hears you exhale. "i'm going home now. did you leave the office?"

"yes, i'm on my way. see you at home, baby."

you say the same words and hang up. daemon drives fastly, silently begging for some relief. he is too tense, he just wants to find some comfort.

he opens the door with his key, and finds you lying on the couch with your clothes on. your skirt is wrinkly and your heels are thrown out on the floor.

"sweetheart?"

you lift your head as you hear his voice. you leave the couch to jump into his open arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. he holds you there for a few moments, inhales the scent of your hair and feels the comfort it brings him. you press a kiss on his neck beneath his collar.

"i missed you." your voice sounds muffled as you talk.

"i missed you too. terrible day, right?"

"mm-hmm. i just wanted it to be over."

he nods, carries you to the bedroom. "let's have a long bath, shall we?"

you nod happily. you love long baths with daemon, he knows how much you love them and he has grown to love them too. you spend hours covered in bubbles as you sit between his legs, and daemon thinks you look adorable. too adorable for his pathetic heart.

"you take off your clothes, i'll prepare the bath." he says.

"and bubbles, daemon."

"of course bubbles, sweetheart."

you take off your clothes and put your hair in a messy bun on top of your head. he comes out of the bathroom, opening the buttons of his shirt, and you can hear the sound of water filling the tub. you walk to him, help him take his shirt off and press a kiss on his chest. he takes off the rest of his clothes and carries you to the bathroom as you laugh.

the tub looks perfect. it smells perfect, too. you think you both deserved this after a long and dreadful day. daemon gets in the tub, his muscles welcome the warm water and soft bubbles. he opens his arms for you and you adjust yourself comfortably between his thighs.

"this is amazing." you whisper.

"yes, fucking amazing."

you put your head on his chest as he strokes the skin of your waist. your fingers play with bubbles and draw foamy shapes on his chest. you hum softly when he brings his fingers on the spot between your neck and shoulders, the muscles there are tense and hardened. you can't help but softly moan when he presses his fingers harder.

"you like that, baby?" he asks. you nod, look at him with big eyes.

"come on, turn around then." he says.

you turn around and your back is against his chest now. he leans and kisses the back of your neck. he kisses your shoulders, and starts massaging the tender muscles there.

"you should relax for me."

you inhale and exhale a deep breath. the water is perfect, bubbles are perfect, and daemon's hands are perfect. his big hands easily cover your shoulders, he applies just the right amount of pressure on your achy muscles. your eyes close after a few minutes, melting to him, and smiling.

"i'm gonna fall asleep on you if you keep doing that."

he chuckles. "it's fine by me. wouldn't be the first time, anyway."

you try to turn around to see his face and he helps you. you see him smiling softly. you smile back, the tension long gone.

"do you want me to return the favor?"

he leans closer to you, cups your cheeks and kisses your lips. he kisses you as you sat there all naked and softened for him, sitting between his thighs covered in bubbles.

"you're too sweet for me." he says.

you bring your hands to his neck as you return the kiss. daemon keeps you there until the water gets cold. he helps you get out of the tub and wraps a soft towel around you. you go to the bedroom to wear your clothes and he does the same.

"so, which one of your shirts should i wear tonight?"

he smiles. "we have to choose a different shirt for each night?"

you nod, as if this is a deadly serious thing to decide. "yes, and i should also choose a pair of knee socks. it's all about the colors, daemon."

he gives you his blue shirt, loves seeing you in his clothes. you find yourself a pair of knee socks. he dresses into comfy clothes as well and you leave the bedroom.

"hungry, sweetheart?" he asks.

you shake your head. "not really, but coffee would be perfect."

he nods. he doesn't feel like eating as well. he takes two of your favorite coffee mugs and prepares coffee quickly. you are lying on the couch on your usual spot and he puts the mugs on the coffee table before he joins you. he pulls your legs on his lap and you lean to the pillows. he hands you your coffee mug and you two drink your coffees when you talk about your own dreadful days.

when the coffees are finished, he pulls you closer, you sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck. you caress his beautiful hair, kiss the spot beneath his ear and he wraps the fluffy blanket around your shoulders.

he holds you there like a baby, rubs your neck and your back. your eyes get heavy with the warmth and the feeling of safety in his arms.

"sleepy, baby?"

you nod. "can we go to bed?"

he turns off the television, the movie you chose for some background noise long forgotten. "of course we can."

he carries you to the bedroom and you find enough strength to go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. he does the same and you both return to bed finally. he holds the covers open for you and takes you in his arms. you kiss his neck before whispering good night and closing your eyes.

he forgets all about his stressful day then. you give him the hope of waking up to a new day, new possibilities. he would've think that is a little bit fucked up before but now he smiles and accepts it. he just holds you closer, kisses your hair, and rubs your back until he is sure you're comfortably sleeping.

"good night, sweetheart."

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x you #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon au

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ravenmichaelisstuff · 1 year

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"Better Late Than Never" Part 13

Father-son bonding time (Ghost learns about cars from Price)

Soap sat in one of the garages on their base, playing with some cables and trying to appear as small and unimportant as he could so no one bats an eye at the fact that he is once again playing with explosives.

He was ready to connect the final wires when suddenly he heard someone calling for him. He hid the small bomb behind his back, as he stood up. He prayed for his creation to not blow up in his hands, surrounded by cars full of flammable fuel.

"Mactavish!" A man who Soap knew was a lieutenant of a different Task Force situated at their base came up to him. "You are an engineer, right?"

Soap's brows furrowed. "Well... I-"

"My mechanic is indisposed and I need that car-" He gestured to a truck behind him. "-working by tomorrow. Is that clear sergeant?"

"I'm n-"

"Good." The man interrupted him once again. Soap had to take a deep breath and count to ten. "I will check on your job later." After that, he was gone.

Soap stood still for a few seconds, making sure that the officer wasn't in his earshot anymore- then he carefully placed the unfinished explosive in his bag.

"What a fucking prick!" Soap shouted frustrated causing a few other soldiers in the garage to look at him. He looked at the car he was supposed to fix. "Ah am not a fucking car engineer..."

And that was a problem because he had no idea how to fix a car, that asshole didn't even tell him what needed fixing. He walked up to the truck and kicked one of its tires- which he regretted as pain struck through his foot. He grabbed his leg trying to collect himself before checking out the car.

"Ok.. let's see." He muttered to himself. Soap walked around the car, searching for something obvious- like a flat tire. Something he could figure out how to fix quite easily. Sadly he didn't spot anything so he got inside the car and tried to start it.

He twisted the keys that were already in the ignition.

Nothing.

He tried again... and

Nothing.

He put his head on the wheel- it meant that the problem was probably not easy to fix. He already can't wait for the lieutenant to come back and be pissy about the job not being done, but it's not like it was his fault. He would fix it- if it was a bomb that he was supposed to fix. That's what you get when you are disrespectful to others and interrupt them, ordering them around.

"What are you doing, Johnny?"

Soap was startled when he heard a familiar voice right next to him. "Ye should start sprotin' collar with a bell, sae ye can't sneak up on people lik' that. Someone will die o' heart attack, ye will see." Soap poked at Ghost's chest.

Ghost blushed under his mask- for some reason. For some reason thinking way too much about the idea of a collar around his neck... for some reason.

He was thankful for the material on his face.

"So you have a casual mental breakdown in the car or...." Ghost leaned on the car's mask, as Soap got out of the truck.

"Permission to complain about a certain officer, Lt?"

"As long as this certain officer is not me, I am listening." He crossed his arms.

Soap took a final look around to make sure that twat wasn't anywhere near. "This one lieutenant, from the other Task Force."

"Hill?"

"Yeah, that fucker!"

Ghost put a finger to his covered lips, letting Soap know that he really shouldn't be so loud about his... aversion to the other man. Soap simmered down a little.

"What about him, Soap?"

"He comes up to me, in my free time and orders me to fix that damn car. I tried to tell him I am not an engineer, but he just kept interrupting me. So now here I am trying to fix that piece of trash."

"You are an engineer."

"Explosives engineer. If he wants me to turn the engine into a nuke I sure can."

Ghost smirked. "I don't doubt that." He also kinda wished that Soap did that, because he will have to have a talk with that man about respecting your subordinates. "What were you doing here either way? I searched for you."

He searched for him.

"Soap?"

"Nothin'" Soap eyed the bag in which rested the unwired bomb. Ghost followed his gaze.

"Price will kill you, Johnny." The lieutenant shook his head, knowing damn well what was in the bag. It wasn't the first time.

Soap was ready to defend himself when Price appeared from nowhere. Speaking of the devil.

"Why will I have to kill him?" The captain questioned as he approached them.

"Uhh... I- well-" Soap stumbled over his words, scratching his neck nervously.

"He is just behind on the reports from our recent mission, but I will make sure he will finish them today..." Ghost looked at Soap from the corner of his eye. "Right, Soap?"

"Yes, sir." And people said that Ghost didn't have a heart covering for Soap like that.

"Well, then why are you here instead of working, sergeant?" He put his hands on his hips.

"I have to fix that car, lieutenants Hill order." Soap huffed.

"And he doesn't know how." Finished Ghost.

Price rolled his eyes. "You just have to jump-start this junk. Happens all the time. Help him Ghost."

Ghost narrowed his eyes at Price. "I don't know how to do that."

Soap chuckled. "Finally something Ghost can't do."

"It's not like you can do that either."

"Stop bickering you two, I have enough of that on coms." He sighed. "Come on, get me the booster cables. I will teach you."

***

"So first you have to connect the red cable to the plus on the dead car's battery, you do the same to a working car." Price gave the red cable to Ghost. "Do what I said."

They were now all standing on either side of Price, listening to him as he showed them how to restart the car's battery.

"Ahh... I think mah pa tried to teach me this once when I was a kid. I wasn't too interested in it though." Soap said as he watched how Ghost connects the cars.

"Well, mine sure as hell didn't." Ghost mumbled under his nose. He has no idea why he said that, recently things were just slipping out of him. Especially around Soap, but also around the rest of his Task Force.

He could feel Soap's sad puppy eyes on him and Price stopped in his tracks. Ghost felt a hand squeezing his shoulder.

"That's why now you have me, son." Price stated-like it was the most obvious thing.

Why were Ghost's eyes suddenly a little wet? It was nice- nice to hear.

"Come on, now take the black cable and connect it to the minus on the working car..."

***

As Price and Ghost were working- Soap stepped back, letting Ghost spend some time alone with the older man. He leaned on a tool cabinet and admired the scene before him- Price explaining to Ghost every part under the car's mask, even though they got it working some time ago.

Price was determined to teach him everything and while to everyone around Ghost might have looked just like always- simply listening to his captain. Soap saw how Simon rubbed his gloved hands over his jeans, he learned it was a little happy stim of his. It showed how truly happy it made Simon to share this moment with Price.

At some point Gaz showed up, standing right next to Soap- he also observed as the pair of men worked around the truck.

"He looks happier you know? Happier than when I first met him." Said Kyle with a subtle smile.

Ghost totally looked at Lieutenant Hills with daggers in his eyes, because no one gets to talk like that to his sergeant, to his Johnny.

Hi guys! I got this prompt from my favourite Discord server <3 I hope you like it, and forgive me for any inaccuracies. I know nothing about cars or the military for that meter. Just here to have fun.

Next planned: Tickling

#bltn soapghost fic #ghost x soap #soapghost #soap mctavish #soap cod #simon riley #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghostsoap #ghost cod #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap x ghost #ghost headcanons #soapghost fic #english is not my first language #ghostsoap fluff #ghostsoap fanfic

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heathersdesk · 10 days

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Just got back from church. Am absolutely screaming inside.

So months ago, I was talking to God knows who (tell me if it was you) that high council Sunday is the worst because it guarantees the most speaking time per year in every ward to the same man. We hear from the high councilmen in total more than we hear from anyone else in the Church, including the prophet.

This bothers me. It was something I was praying about. From what I've seen in this stake, it's the first time they seem to rotate everyone on the council each month. That alone is a good change, but I'm so tired of having incredible female leadership I never see or get to interact with.

Our stake is now sending a woman leader from the stake to speak on every third Sunday with the high councilman. They're creating a standing reservation for women to speak in sacrament meeting every month.

This was my first time seeing and meeting my stake Relief Society president. She gave a phenomenal talk about the sacrament. And the high councilman who was with us this week opened his talk by expressing his confidence in her. They've both lived in this area for many decades, so they've served together in the Church for many years. It was lovely and it was the nicest fulfillment of what I was imagining in my head when I previously criticized the formula for "Dry Council Sunday" in saying it needed improvement.

I went up to the stand afterwards to thank her and introduce myself, and to let her know that her presence was the answer to a prayer for me. We had a wonderful conversation and I confided in her what this means to me personally, my history of feeling frustration with gender dynamics in the Church. She listened so well and embraced me, thanked me for sharing, and said she would let the rest of the leadership of the stake know that this is a meaningful and well-received change.

All this to say: when there is something about the way the Church functions that is painful and unfair, don't keep it to yourself. Tell God in prayer. Pour out your soul about what you think and feel. Leave that hurt on the altar where it belongs, especially if it never should've been yours to carry. Trust your Heavenly Family to know how to help and rescue you.

It may not happen immediately, but change will come. I've seen this so many times in my church experience. God hears us and cares when we suffer. That suffering is held and known completely in the body of Christ, where it can also be healed. And in time, change will come.

#mormon #lds #mormonism #tumblrstake #the church of jesus christ of latter day saints #religion #faith #queerstake #christianity

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bambistan · 10 months

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CW: Suicide attempt/suicidal thoughts.

James was tired. He was more than tired. He was exhausted. He had no energy, and everything seemed absolutely meaningless. He really tried to just smile and be "happy," but he couldn't. Not this time.

As he made his way up the steps of the astronomy tower, he started having second thoughts, but then he caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the ledge and he just had to go on.

The person didn't notice him. They were anxiously shifting their weight on their feet and looking at the seemingly endless drop off the tower.

James didn't know what to do. He knew he should say something, but what? What if he accidentally spooked them and they fell? He'd never forgive himself and probably throw himself off right after them.

"What are you doing?" He settled for, but still not his favourite choice.

The figure, whose face was still covered in darkness, turned around quickly. They didn't say anything, just stared.

"You should probably get down from there," He says, "You could fall."

"Well spotted," the boy said in a snarky tone, yet he carried such sadness in his voice. Still, he doesn't get down.

"Alright then," James mutters as he climbs up next to him on the ledge.

"What are you doing?" The boy says hurriedly, sounding anxious.

"I thought we were gonna jump together?" James replies like it was obvious.

He reaches his hand out and grabs the other boys hand. It's small and his fingers are thin with somewhat long nails.

"Are you mad?" The boy almost shouts, yanking his hand away and jumping down to the safety of the towers floor.

He turns around, and that's when James finds out who it is. The stars illuminate his face, his porcelain skin almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Regulus," He breathes, surprised yet not at the same time .

James jumps down as well and notes the look of realisation on Regulus' face.

"Potter," Regulus says like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Which is true.

James stays silent for a minute. Searching his brain for a sentence that won't make the young boy angry or walk away.

"Do you... Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, internally praying that he doesn't get slapped. It would only affect his mood more, although at this moment, James didn't feel anything apart from the desire to help and protect Regulus.

Regulus looked offended, then confused, and then sad again. He sighed and looked at his feet, his shoulders slumped and cheeks wet with tears even though his eyes were dry.

"I don't know," he said, then cried because of how frustrating it all was. He wasn't supposed to get caught. He was supposed to jump and no one was supposed to know.

James stepped closer hesitantly. When the boy didn't back away, he wrapped his arms around him tightly. He felt the boys body relax then tense up again as it shook from his sobs.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," He repeated into James' chest, "Everyone expects me to be perfect, to be the heir. They don't care what I want, they don't love me, everybody leaves me. I'm just so tired. I want it to stop, I need everything to stop. I just -" He cried harder and James tightened his grip.

"It's okay," he whispered into Regulus' hair, feeling his pain as though it transferred to him from his touch. "I've got you."

Regulus looked up at James and then cried even harder, burying his head back into his chest.

After a few more minutes of James whispering calming things into his ear, Regulus stopped crying. He didn't leave James' arms, though, and James didn't mind, so he just let him lay there anyways.

Regulus turned and looked up at him, "Would you really have jumped with me?" He questions.

"Nah, I wouldn't have let you jump in the first place," he shrugs, and Regulus just nods.

"Why were you up here anyways?" Regulus presses, and James breathes in deeply.

"Honestly?" Regulus hums. "I was going to do what you were doing."

Regulus quickly gets up and looks him in the eyes. James realises how much he misses the warmth.

"What? Why? You're, you're perfect Potter. You- I don't understand," He blurts out all at once.

James let's out a sad laugh, "I wish."

He pulls Regulus back in, and he doesn't object, which makes James a little bit happier.

"I'm fine," he starts, "I just get I these moods sometimes, it's hard to explain."

"Well, I suppose when you're publicly one of the most happiest people ever, then it only makes sense that privately you're the saddest," Regulus says matter-of-factly. James just hums and agrees.

"You can talk to me, you know? Whenever you want, I don't care," James says, pressing his nose into Regulus' hair and inhaling softly. He smells of lavender and milk.

Regulus doesn't say anything at first, and James fears that he's scared the boy away by trying to help, that is until he gently nods his head and whisper an "okay".

"You can tall to me too," Regulus states, and even if it's out of obligation, James is happy.

"So it's settled," James says, "we meet here when one of us has something on our minds."

"Yeah, okay."

And they did just that. Any time one or the other had something they needed to talk about, they would do so late at night in the astronomy tower in the arms of the other.

For months, this had been going on, and soon, James started to realise how strongly he felt for the other boy. He wanted more than just to protect him, he wanted him.

#i belive like to believe this is how jegulus starts #normally id just have james talk reg down off the ledge but i just watched All the Bright Places again #this is entirely unedited and written at 2am #sorry #dont ask why i always refer to regulus as “the boy”#i just do #regulus black #james potter #jegulus

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silvershiningtarot · 11 months

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PAC18+:🍨✨Channeled Message From Your True Love & Karmic Lover❤️

This is a channeled message from your true love and karmic partners. Take what resonates and what doesn't. Remember this is a general reading💕💕. Enjoy this reading. Most of those piles from your partners are advice for you.

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Hey, you, I know I haven't been talking to you for a minute, because I have been focusing on my bullshit. I hope you are doing the same thing with yours. I can see that you've been writing some stuff down about our future. So am I. I can feel your energy. I am searching for it in everyone else even girls I've been going on dates on. I realized something yesterday about some bullshit ass friends and family. I've attached myself to these fake ass friends because I keep forgiving them. So I still have a lot more karmic shit to deal with. Sorry for keep delaying our connection. I know that you've been working and keeping up with your finances. I know how you feel. I was in your shoes before. I feel that someone had stolen something from me. I don't know who but I'll figure it out. If you need any help! Let me know. I don't like it if you are struggling. Our connection is part of the universe. You and I shared a past life before. I am your friend that came down here to help you out. Whatever struggle you going through I am here. Call out my name. I can feel that you are the most important person in my life. I can feel the love between us, even when we are apart from each other. Make sure to keep writing your list down. I hope I am everything on that list. I wanna tell you something, I am shame of the choices I've made in life. If I tell you that you won't look at me the same again. I've been working on myself. Left to right I've been stuck in the middle. I've attached myself to people's bullshit drama. I can't help it. I love to help other people. Now my question is to you? Are you eating right? How are you feeling? It's okay to feel those emotions whatever you are feeling. Feel it. I used to be the same way. Blocking those emotions. I was so afraid of being vulnerable. Now I am a fucking crybaby. When I was younger, I have been manifesting someone like you in life. I feel that I lost you. I can feel my soul searching for you. You are such a boss-ass woman/man. Can you notice that? I can see it. Even though I can't see it physically but I can see it when I dream about you. I remember when I was younger I used to watch a lot of Disney movies. My family used to make fun of me because of that. But I didn't care I mean don't get me wrong it hurt but I still watch it. So again. Whatever you are dreaming about or writing down it better be me. Because that's what I'm doing. I pray to the stars when I'm thinking about you. When I look up at the moon, I see your beautiful face. You have a beautiful face, energy, etc. I don't like it when you cry 😭 because it makes me cry. I've been seeing a psychic about you. She says some pretty weird 😕 things about you. I've gotten scared about it. Sorry for my delaying our connection with you. Maybe this is my desire talking. But I fucking want you! I wanna meet you right now! I wanna feel your energy around me. I don't want to feel other people's energies anymore. I am getting fucking frustrated 😫. It is bothering the fuck out of my soul. I feel uncomfortable talking to people about my fucking problems if they ain't hearing me. I am sorry for yelling. But this is how I feel. Ain't you ready to meet me? Because I am. I don't care if you got karma with other people we will deal with it together. Ugh!!! Forgive me my darling. I am just scared about the timing and everything. My doubts come to me saying that I'll never meet you. That would be fucked up of me to say wait. Anyways, I love you so much. Ughhhhhhh!! See! I am feeling the water in my eyes right now. Because I wanna cry. I am tired of messing around with other women or talking to other women. I just wanna talk to you and you ONLY!!!

My precious cupcake 🧁, I know what you've been feeling. Our energies transfer to each other🥹. You know how I feel and I know how you feel. I know you are getting tired of waiting for me. For our connection. You wanted it to happen right now. I get you, my love. Everything takes patience. I think that you should go after what you want. Don't think about anything else. Just do it. I mean be smart. We have a telepathic connection. We have conversations with each other. You might think that shit is stupid or corny or whatever but it ain't. I like talking to you. Even though we are far away from each other. We still like right there with each other. If that makes sense. I've been meditating and isolating myself away from people. Because of those types of bad energies, I won't do that to myself. In that area. I climb out of a dark hole. I won't put myself back in there again. You shouldn't either. I've seen the way how you've been moving lately. It's good 🌟 but I can see you falling back into that bad habit. I'm telling you I noticed it because I am noticing it in myself. I feel that you should isolate yourself, away from people because they are not for you. I know you have a lesson you need to learn from these people. So do I. But don't let anyone try to fucked up your peace of mind. Because that person ain't worth it. Maybe I'm deflecting. Nah! Haha 😂 I am just giving you advice. My precious darling. I've been seeing you grow so tremendously. I love every inch of you. Watching you grow helps me grow. I've bet if I was the type of man/woman then I was before tell me the truth you wouldn't want me. Not at all you wouldn't. The choices I've made. Made me the man I am today. I realize my mistakes and actions. I told myself that shit wouldn't fly today. Because I am in a different head space now. Figuring out my peace and my sanctuary. I am sorry for deflecting. See! I'll take accountability for my shit. But still, take my advice. As your husband regardless of what label I am to you. I am still your husband/wife. Because I am confident that you are my wife one day to be. Let me boost your confidence real quick. Do you know how amazing you are? Do you? Your light is so bright it burns the shit out of people’s eyes. You are the best 🌟 beautiful woman/man in the world. The way you sing, move, dance and talk is fucking amazing. You have such a gift. The universe speaks to me when I meditate. I daydream about you all the time. I dream about you. 💘💘🌟💋Your my cupid. You shoot your arrow into my heart ❤️. I fell deeply in love with you. Yes, I don't know you but I know of you. If that makes sense. I know I keep giving you advice because I love helping you out! But you should try meditation with me. Whenever you're ready. Do it. Speak to the universe while you are meditating. Even if you don't believe in us. I say give it a try. What's worth the risk? I have a mental issue, sort of people say I do but oh okay. I am fucked up in the mind. I'm honest about that. That's why I try different outlets to help me. My ancestors speak to me about you. Calling on you. Do you hear me calling? Hear me, please. I got you. No matter what.

I’ve seen you in my dreams before. But damn for the life of me, I can’t remember your face when I wake up in the morning. But I can’t ever forget the way you make me feel in those dreams when I wake up in the morning. My dick stands up. The way you make me feel, I fucking wanna pull you out of my dreams. Like what they did in the movie Nightmare on Elm Street. But that’s how life works I guess. I’m being impatient. I want you here with me and forever. I search for you every single day. I never stop. Maybe you don’t see me. But I am right in front of your face, you don’t even recognize me. You push me away. Like I don’t exist. That’s hurt my feelings when you do that. But I like you a lot. You know who I am, what I do. We've talked before many and plenty of times. But I just think you don't feel the same way about me. Can I ask you something? Am I wasting my time? Because I promise I won't waste your time. Your face, time, and energy are too important to me. I think that I can be your true love. If you give me a chance. I believe in love. The way you make me feel, it's like no other person I ever felt this way about. I dream about you, manifest you, and sort of been writing to me. You may not know who I am personally. But I am me. If you give me a chance let you experience me. I am one in a million. You're like my Willy Wonda. I am your Golden Ticket 🎫. I'll try my hardest best to not make you cry, or make you feel that I remind you of someone. That'll never happen. You are my wish fulfillment🧑🏾‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏾. I bet we have so much in common. I think that we do. Are you some type of psychic? Or whatever you do your aura pulls me closer to you. I tried to walk away from you but it seems like I can't. You're fucking everywhere. That's not a bad thing for me. I got you back. If you call on me. I'll do anything for you. You know that right? You are the key to my heart. Don't be surprised when I come knocking on your door. You'll be shocked to see who I am. Just don't run away from me. Please, don't. I'll hate being rejected by you. Everyone else do it to me. I just hope you don't. Sure I ain't the best-looking type but for damn sure I am hell worth it. If you give me a chance. Will you, my darling? I miss talking to you and I miss seeing you in my dreams. Come back to me. Please, I won't let you down. Like these other people did to you. Give us a chance.

🥹Yesterday, I saw something so gorgeous yesterday. You want to know what that was. It was your beautiful smile. Do you know that you have a beautiful smile? I mean fucking drop-dead gorgeous smile. I fucking love it. That's what made my day. A beautiful smile. I wish people can see that. But I don't care I'm selfish. Keep that smile for me then... Hahaha 😂😂. I do be making myself laugh so fucking hard sometimes. I wish I can share my jokes. But you might think it's corny or you probably won’t get the joke. Hey! Do you like nature? Or are you allergic to nature? One day we should go hiking. Just you and me together. Nobody else but us. One day you get off from work or we don't go to work and we can just camp in nature. Too much lack of communication in this world. Don't you agree? It's not much face-to-face communication when I was growing up. Now it's I'll send you a message across the room. Like Boo! That's so lame to me. I will sometimes be on my phone when I'm bored. That's all technology is to me. Boredom. I want to have a real ass conversation. Sorry for being all preachy. I am a babbler. Haha. I fucking love to laugh. You gotta laugh today. Make sure you laugh today nothing but laughter. If anyone tries to ruin your laughter. Tell them that I say go suck it! Seriously suck it!! 😂😂😂😂. Once we both enter each other's lives. My mission is to make you happy and laugh a lot. Because I don't like bad energy. Sad-ass moods. I am such an optimistic person once you get to know me. I've been through hella darkness in my life. I'm a calmer person now. I can see that you are too. Well trying to be. But I love it either way. My advice to you is. Don't get swiped up by other people's bullshit ass aura. Because it makes you dark too. Have you noticed that? When you are around other people's energy who isn't happy? You start feeling down. Yeah! Whenever you are feeling that way! I don't give a fuck if it's social media people, friends, family, or people on here. Remove yourself away from that. Because all you gonna do is get yourself caught up with their nonsense and it has nothing to do with you. I mean nothing. So again! I'm talking to you, my sweetheart. My gift to you for now! That is my advice. And please take it. I don't say shit just to say it. I mean it. So love ya! Remember what I said laughter! Laugh all day every day!! 😂😂😂😂Laughing helps the soul. 💋💋Sweet dreams my darling. I'll give our future a big hug 🤗.

Yay 👏🏾, I heard that you did well! Did you get a promotion? I sure did! I'm so happy for you. I am sorry I haven't talked to you. Because I've been working on myself. Healing myself. Dealing with all these karmic debts with these co-workers and my family. My family has been fucking with me. They have been spreading a lot of bad rumors about me. I've been trying to exit myself away from that shit. Telling me how to run my own business. But I've been isolating myself away from that nonsense. I just couldn't take it anymore. My ex-friend doesn't talk to me anymore. Cut me off. A lot of people who I so-called my family I had to cut them off. Because a lot of money, things and important items have been stolen from me. I had lost a lot of money. I haven't been eating well. Enough about me! Don't feel bad for me btw! I got this shit handle. Don't worry about me either my love. I hope that you've been putting yourself first. I know that you've been feeling stressed out lately. But baby girl, I just wanted to tell you this. The stronger you get the better. Cross out those bad people, and families who don't wish you well. If those are the people who don't wish you well. Then they need to be out of your life. But how are you? How are you feeling? Did you eat today? Did you get your strength up? I hope you weren't procrastinating. Get your ass up and move around. You are too good for this bullshit ass life. Because what am I about to give you can't match up to what you are doing now. I know this is going to sound very weird to you. But I love that body. You've been working out lately, haven't you? Goddess body! Yes, I have a song for you. Maybe you should whine your body for me. Work it! When you wake up in the morning. I want you to hug yourself. Hold yourself tight for a minute. You'll see why. Then ask yourself how you do you feel. When you hug yourself. Anyways I am sorry I have to make this short. But I love you, I know we have our karmic debts to deal with. But let's enjoy ourselves. We'll deal with our debts when we are married. Is that a deal? Sounds like a deal to me. I'm getting tired. Feel my kisses in your dreams and when you are waking up. Remember to smile. Alright, gotta go. If I don't I'm gonna keep talking to you. See! Here I go again. Haha 😂 love you so much. My precious diamond. Keep on shining ✨. Remember your light. You are light 💡.

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