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violetsiren90 · 2 months

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Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others. You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer.

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like.

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again.

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks. 

~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place.

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name.

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit. 

~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen. 

-Fin-

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cameronspecial · 4 months

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January Release Schedule

Here is my release schedule for January! I hope you enjoy it!

Jan 1: Let Me Be Your First Kiss, Angel (Let Me Angel Series) & Assisting in Deception (Part 1)

Jan 2: Don't Know How To Show I Care (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Jan 3: Let Me Help You, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 4: Three Clues And One Announcement (Daddy Drew Series)

Jan 5: Let Me Try To Understand, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 6: Let Me Treat You Like A Queen, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 7: The Line Between Love And Hate (Zach MacLaren x Reader)

Jan 8: Assisting In Deception (Part 2) & Hammocks, Cookies and Massages (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Jan 9: Missed Connections (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Jan 10: You Saved My Life (Zach MacLaren x Reader)

Jan 11: Fading Memories (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Jan 12: Let Me Pamper Us, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 13: Teach Me To Shave, Daddy (Daddy Drew Series)

Jan 14: Insomnia Worries (Daddy Drew Series)

Jan 15: Assisting In Deception (Part 3) & You Have To Be Clear, Baby (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 16: Relationship Soft Launch (Assisting In Deception Series) & Her Wildest Dream (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Jan 17: Kiss Cam (Drew Starkey x Reader)

Jan 18: I Will Try Something, Rafe (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 19: Can't Deal With Your Shit (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Jan 20: Good Terms With The In-Laws (Drew Starkey x Reader)

Jan 21: Forgotten Day (Drew Starkey x Reader)

Jan 22: Assisting In Deception (Part 4) & Childish Game (Drew Starkey x Reader)

Jan 23: It's All Fun And Games (Daddy Drew Series) & Relationship Reveal (Assisting In Deception)

Jan 24: Let Me Fix Your Problems, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 25: Let Me Get You A New One, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 26: I Will Take Care Of You, Rafe (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 27: Let Me Write About You, Angel (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 28: You Need To Talk To Daddy, Baby (Let Me Angel Series)

Jan 29: Assisting In Deception (Part 5) & I Could Show You (Drew Starkey x Reader)

Jan 30: Dirty Floors And Wrinkly Hands (Rafe Cameron x OCD!Reader)

Jan 31: Curiosity (Drew Starkey x Reader SMUT)

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sunspearesque · 2 months

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‘Tis You, My Great Love

Summary: I've been betrothed to fear since the mists of memory, “the bride of despair,” they named me. And there, by the shore, you found me… sorrow veiling my face, and wounds blooming like tulips in my hands. But lo, you, my great love, now stand, lifting the veil and bidding my fears depart with each tender kiss. “Stay,” I say, “stay for all eternity.”

A/N: hello hello beautiful friends!!! i wrote this piece while feeling extremely sentimental and sappy after a conversation about motherhood with my best friend.. i was contemplating motherhood, marriage, and intimacy in general, but then tried to imagine how that would translate to Nala's and Oberyn's relationship.. so, this fic is mainly fluff with a sprinkle of smut :3 and lots of poetic dreams… hope you enjoy it! <3

Pairing: Oberyn Martell × OFC from WoV

Rating: E (18+ only)

Content: established relationship (marriage); talks of motherhood; fear of loss and abandonment; fear of motherhood; talks of dreams; pregnancy; childbirth; fluff on steroids with a sprinkle of smut; dad!oberyn (my favorite oberyn to write); brief p in v sex; oral (m!receiving); breeding kink

WC: 2.6K

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“Love me so strongly that the echoes come to me here, at night, in the hours of insomnia, where I am waiting for you. I kiss you, I kiss you madly.” — Albert Camus to Maria Casares, Correspondence, January 9, 1950

His breath, slow and warm, caressed her neck as he nestled closer. His arms, like bands of fire, encircled her soft belly. With a grip as tight as the grasp of a man fearing the loss of paradise slipping through his fingers, he held her close, as if she might vanish like the elusive dream of Eden he chased in his sleep. Just when he thought he could taste its waters, they turned to fire, scorching his throat and consuming him in flames, jolting him awake from his slumber. Yet now, she mused, he sleeps peacefully.

She traced her finger over the scar adorning his shoulder, much like the marks she bore on her own body from bearing their son—for when love leaves its mark upon us, not even the shadow of fear can erase it.

Her fingers deftly threaded through his raven locks, prompting a soft hum from him as she pressed a tender kiss upon his brow. Never before had she known such serenity, as sleep gently stole her away in his arms.

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The sun, basking in its warm and inviting glow, reached its luminous tendrils into the chambers of their castle. The soft sounds of nature at dawn whispered promises of new beginnings. These beginnings ushered in healing and prosperity to souls who had yearned for the clasp of death for so long, forgetting how to revel in life's joys and surrender to its tender embrace.

Life in Dorne, akin to a nurturing mother, a goddess, a woman… the dunes of sand beneath their calloused feet, and the blazing sun in the sky, stood as an impregnable fortress of strength akin to Nymeria, their burning star. She was the mother of both land and people, her warmth forging indomitable resolve within her children. She is the sun—their sun blazing fiercely, instilling in them an unyielding grit against any rival, yet within their hearts lay a gentle warmth that embraced love as steadfastly as a sacred oath.

And like the sun and the earth and Nymeria, Nala harbored the urges of motherhood within her, which was a concept that she held in reverence, yet it also stirred a deep sense of dread within her. She longed for the life burgeoning deep inside of her, for a part of herself to wander this realm and embrace life under her vigilant care and unwavering devotion. However, she couldn't shake the haunting memory of how motherhood had claimed her own mother's life, how she harbored guilt for the tragic fate her mother endured.

If only I hadn't been, she might have fled the castle and escaped her dire end...

This lingering wound within her soul was the sole reason she had shunned the idea of bearing children until she met him.

He, adorned in all his splendor, tended to her wounded soul the very instant he professed his love to her, at a time when he himself was most in need of solace. This bastion of a man, generous, gracious, and gallant, freely bestowed his love, protection, and tenderness, even amidst the shadows of his wrath and vengeance.

For you, my great love, I ache with an unbearable keenness, feeling the wounds within me slowly mend, sewn shut with the thread of your love—a needle of devotion stitching together my injured being. Though painful, it is an insatiable need, a piercing sting I have yearned for throughout the passing years. It closes the chasm within me, that gaping void where the winds of despair and sorrow once freely roamed, leaving me as naught but a specter, undeserving of love, joy, or autonomy.

Your love, my great love, is what ignited within me a hunger for life after an endless fast of fear—fear of loss and abandonment. Your love bestowed upon me the strength to embrace love once more, despite the inevitable sacrifices. Did you know that you visited me in my dreams? You kissed me with such tenderness and held me close. “I was adrift,” I told you, my voice laden with fear, “take me..” I whispered, “Take me with you.”

When she pledged herself to him in marriage, she knew she needed to fear no one beneath the gaze of Gods and men. With him by her side, no rivals could breach her defenses; even in death, his spirit would haunt any who dared to harm her through all Seven Hells and beyond.

You told me once, do you recall? As we strolled the shores, my steps were heavy with dread or joy, or perhaps it was the dread of the joy that awaited me. I struggle to remember the last time genuine happiness graced my soul before that day. When the sweet taste of happiness touched my sorrow-laden lips, I froze in place, wary that this cruel existence might snatch it away, as it so often does.

You whispered to me, my great love, your love with such fervor, you told me how it frightened you, unable to resist the pull of our inevitable fate. “How could I?” you pondered, “You are inescapable.” You told me that sorrow is the price of love; to shun one is to forsake the other. Yet, you vowed not to evade me, you kissed me and swore to me that you would not allow my love to elude your grasp.

You told me how I melt into your dreams, whisking you away in my embrace mere seconds before the phantom hands could encircle your throat. Those same hands, which once tormented you each night, wrenching you from slumber, now find themselves impotent against your newfound peace. You impute to me your salvation, though I doubted my own. You rekindled a dormant tenderness within me, long thought doused by the harshness of life. ‘tis you, my great love, who rescued me… It was not I who saved you, but you who saved me.

She recalled a day they spent amidst the Water Gardens, a few moons past:

Reclining upon the grass, the soothing melody of a nearby water fountain lulled her into a serene state of repose. The laughter of Dorea and Loreza filled her ears, joyfully engaged in play with their father. Nala shut her eyes, savoring this heartening moment with those she holds most dear.

“W–Wait, papa, wait,” Dorea uttered between pants, attempting to conceal her sweet giggles. “I heard Arianne say that you engage in battles,” she inquired, her small hand resting on her waist as she sought to extract the truth from him.

“Yes, I do,” Oberyn replied, seated on the grass, attempting to catch his breath after chasing them all morning. “Why would Arianne tell you that?” He narrowed his eyes at his daughter, intrigued by the smirk that widened before Loreza jumped on his back, encircling his neck and hanging from it, ambushing him. “Papa, fight!”

Nala opened her eyes to witness the victorious father, besieged by little hands and tiny feet, playfully striking his stomach and chest, surrounded by laughter that compelled him to yield, lying flat on his back.

Dorea brandished a stick of wood, pointing it at his face, and murmured, “Surrender!” with a broad, toothy grin. Loreza, seizing the opportunity, delivered a playful punch to his soft middle. “I surrender, my lady, I surrender!” he exclaimed with feigned fear and defeat, eliciting more giggles from Loreza. “Have mercy on this old man, my lady, please!” he continued, jesting while maintaining his scared demeanor.

“Loreza,” Dorea commanded with a stern expression, feigning seriousness, “this soldier will join our army,” attempting a deep, authoritative voice. At that moment, Oberyn stealthily swept them both from their feet and hoisted them onto his shoulders, prompting a chorus of screams and laughter. “You shall never trust your enemy, girls,” he declared, his voice playfully admonishing.

Her faith in his paternal prowess never wavered, evidenced by his eight resilient daughters. He showered them with love and fierceness to such an extent that Nala's own heart ached with longing to bear his child—a primal yearning that twisted within her.

Each time he lay with her, she offered fervent prayers to the Gods, beseeching them, “Grant this union fruitfulness, let it take, let life flourish abundantly within me.”

When the soft stirrings of life within her ignited a radiant glow from deep within, his love grew even more tender, gentle, and expansive; even greater than the swell of her stomach. She marveled at the dichotomy of this fierce and dreaded man seeping such tenderness. How could hands, once stained with the blood of his foes and weathered by battle, now caress her with such delicate care, as if she were the most delicate of petals?

“Tell me,” he panted as he thrust into her, “Tell me how much you love me, Nala.”

“I do,” she said, her words strained with pleasure, melding into a moan, “I do, my viper, I adore you.”

As she entered the throes of labor, he sat steadfastly behind her, his legs parted to rest on her sides supporting her back against his chest, his words of praise gently murmured into her ear. Amidst his curses at the Gods, he avidly wished to shoulder her pain, to bear it in her stead.

When they were greeted by the piercing cries of the fruit of their love—a child, glorious and perfect in every way, red and squealing, a reflection of his father in demeanor, soul, and visage—she cradled him in her arms, while Oberyn enveloped them both in his protective embrace.

Their eyes locked upon the tiny, fragile form before them, and as a rare tear escaped his forbearing facade, she reached out to brush it from his cheek. With a tender whisper, she said, “Look, my love, he bears your likeness.”

She reclined upon her side, nursing their son at her breast, nestled between herself and Oberyn. His gaze lingered upon the tender scene, his eyes laden with unspoken emotions that he dared not voice, lest tears betray him.

Do you remember, my great love? Do you remember how the fear wilted, its head bowed in shame? The fear that once gripped me, releasing my hand as it gazed upon you with eyes filled with dread.

“Fret not,” you whispered to me while I sat in sorrow by your side. Though you lay in a deep slumber for days, your voice broke through the darkness just when I feared I might never hear it again. When all semblance of peace metamorphosed into a looming specter, jeering at me, taunting my joy and desperation. “Oh, you naive child,” it sneered with a voice steeped in bitterness. “I am no child,” I retorted, yet I felt the weight of my old fears returning. “You never learn,” it spat, before your voice shielded me from impending despair. You whispered, “Fret not,” and I believed you, my great love, as I always do.

And now look... Look at him... How can one lay bare their heart to the world, a heart with little hands and tiny feet, and not fret?

—

Gently opening her eyes, she sensed the chill of the empty space beside her—a void she cursed and despised. Rising slowly from her slumber, she beheld him: bare-chested, glorious, as beautiful as a man can be, cradling their son in his arms.

Their embrace enveloped them in warmth, their skins melding as one, while the soft cooing of their child resonated faintly in the chamber's silence. Amidst the peaceful atmosphere, punctuated only by the hushed footsteps of her husband and the tender sounds of their boy, her heart pounded within her chest like a Sand Steed galloping across the Dornish plains, threatening to burst forth. The love she felt surged within her, surpassing all expectations, growing fiercer, more profound—unbearable. It was a love that dissolved her fears like the northern snows beneath the scorching sun.

In the treasured instants shared with his children, Oberyn found solace in moments where the chaos of the world faded into oblivion. Each time they gathered around him, their youthful spirits ignited a spark of joy within him, particularly in those tender early years when they sought refuge in their father's arms. Yet, amidst this warmth, a pang of sorrow lingered as he gazed upon his son, his thoughts drifting to memories of his nephew Aegon, the son of his sweet sister Elia.

He couldn't help but imagine how Aegon might have flourished had fate been kinder to him or his sister or their mother. A gentle touch from Nala drew him back from his sorrowful reverie, and as he turned to meet her tender smile, he leaned in to press a soft kiss upon her lips, mindful not to disturb the slumbering child cradled in his embrace.

“Why did you not awaken me, my love?” Nala murmured, her gaze tenderly fixed upon their son.

“I wished for you to rest,” he replied softly, his eyes warm as they met hers, before he moved to lay their child gently in his crib, nestling him into the plush bedding.

Returning to their bed, he settled himself against the sturdy wooden frame, patting the mattress beside him, inviting her to join him. She approached, crawling between his legs, prompting a raised brow and a smirk from him. “And what might you be doing?” he inquired.

“I long to savor you,” she declared simply, positioned between his spread legs and deftly undoing his breeches.

“And your wounds, my love?” he gently reminded her. “You are not fully healed yet.”

“This will be my remedy,” she replied, her voice hoarse and tinged with sleep and yearning, almost on the edge of a whine.

She felt his cock swell and throb in her grasp, searing and already slick with desire. With gentle strokes of her hand, she evoked muffled groans from him, meeting his gaze as she whispered, “I love you beyond reckoning…”

Lowering her head to his glistening tip, she teased the slit with tiny licks, relishing every drop of his precum. His head fell back, a deep moan escaping his lips before she buried him in her mouth.

She swallowed him deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed within her throat, his leg jerked beside her as she moved him in and out of her wet and wanting mouth. A low hum accompanied her fervent ministrations, her hand tenderly caressing his soft belly, a part of him she had adored over the years.

Pulling him from her drooling mouth to catch her breath, she panted between words, “If not for my wounds, I would not have wasted your seed anywhere but deep within my cunt,” she licked his sensitive tip, and he whimpered quietly, “taking me day and night… today and tomorrow and the day after, and spilling your seed within me over and over ‘til it takes,” she confessed before taking him again, squeezing him within her tight throat, his primal groans filling the air and filling her with an immense sense of pride at her actions.

She swallowed around him once, then twice, until she felt his warm, salty cum spurt into her eager throat, eliciting a guttural growl from him as he filled her up and came down from his climax. She withdrew his softened cock from her mouth, gathering the seeping cum from the corners of her lips before eagerly sucking her digit clean. Crawling up to lie atop him, she rested her head upon his heaving chest, pressing kisses to his golden skin. He enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly, yearning to merge with her until they became one.

You, my great love, ‘tis you who will always reign until the end of times, in every lifetime, in every plane of existence.

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myosotisa · 1 year

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Small Things - e.m.

coworker!Eddie Munson x Reader

‖ summary: Insomnia is a bitch and has been really torturing you recently, but your coworker Eddie thinks he might be able to help you get some sleep (wholesomely).

‖ notes: just pure fluff, comfort to undescribed hurt. gender neutral reader, only reference is sitting down to pee (lol). Eddie refers to reader as sweetheart, no y/n. discussions of insomnia, nightmares, various trouble sleeping. sharing a bed :) i was once again possessed by a spirit that demanded Eddie softness. and i am helpless to fight against such a call. the title is based on the song Small Things by Ben Howard. hope you like it!

‖ word count: 3.8k

‖ cross posted on ao3

Another sunrise. The deep maroons that melted into rich oranges and peaks of yellow. Moments of warmth and gold that glowed in the dawn of a new day before fading into the palest and lightest of blues. Mists of grey fog that clouded the streets like ghosts until the sun mercifully put them to rest.

You'd watched too many sunrises recently. Perched by your window, curled up in comfortable layers to fight the chill in the January air, you sat and watched with bleary eyes as a new day began all too soon. It felt like some kind of weird torture to see the world come to life with the sun after hours of oppressive dark and silence. To hear birds begin to chirp, the distant murmur of cars start to kick up, children laughing and talking excitedly as they walked past to reach the bus stop. Feeling entirely unable to do anything else, you watched as the world awoke with a bitter resentment.

By the time you stumbled into the record store that afternoon, you were too bone tired to even hold on to the jealousy of the people around you who slept well. Getting dressed and ready to the bare minimum and inhaling some food was all you could manage before heading to work. You'd been exhausted when you came in to work yesterday too, but another sleepless night between now and then had you an absolute husk of yourself.

"Damn, you look like shit," your coworker, Eddie, said the moment he saw you. There was a grimace on his face and what almost looked like an inch of concern.

"Thanks Munson," you deadpanned back as you threw your bag haphazardly under the counter and stepped up to clock in, "it's nice to see you too."

You and Eddie were friends. Not close by any means, but you worked the afternoon shift together more often than not and spending that much time with someone leads to a certain level of familiarity. Picking up bits and pieces of each other from passing comments and mannerisms, filling silences with stories and conversations about nothing. Friends.

No matter how much he made you laugh and look forward to coming in to work, and no matter how pretty he looked when he had his messy hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck.

"I'm not kidding, are you sure you're feeling alright?" He stepped up next to your right side, ducked his head down with narrowed eyes to get a better look at you. You pushed his face away with a palm on his forehead and focused on trying to read through the notes from the morning shift. You knew for a fact Eddie hadn't read it and was just waiting for you to show up and tell him what to do.

"I'm fine. But have you even done any of this?" It came out with more bite than you meant it too, your patience paper thin. "Seriously, you've been here for 2 hours already and you were just what? Doing nothing?"

When your head quickly turned on him, he flinched back, big, brown eyes wide and slow blinking in surprise. You immediately slumped, bringing your hands up to rub roughly at your face as you sighed in regret and frustration. Attempting to bridge the gap he'd very quickly put between the two of you, you tried to soften. "I'm sorry, forget I said that. Let's just… Get to work. Okay?"

Although still hesitant, looking like he was battling between worry and caution, he agreed. "Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say."

Grateful for his cooperation, you went through the list and divided up tasks as normal. Set yourself into the familiar role of work, turned on the autopilot. Eddie didn't put up any fight when you told him what you wanted him to do, even sucking up the complaints he normally gave about certain repetitive tasks. When the two of you broke apart to get started, you noticed him over by the record player that was connected to the store's shitty speaker system. He wordlessly swapped the vinyl that wasn't even finished playing and placed in another – one that was way more your taste than his.

Choosing not to think too much about it, you turned off your brain and started organizing.

The next time Eddie spoke to you was almost two hours later. An extended silence like that was nowhere near the norm, he would spend the entire shift talking without a second thought if you let him and you liked that about him. It made the time pass quickly; he had a nice voice and a certain way of speaking and telling stories that drew you in and made you want more. While the silence today had felt empty, you were grateful for it. You didn't have the energy to try to keep up with his enthusiasm right now.

"Sooooo," Eddie began casually when you both found yourselves behind the counter again, "are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Or are we just going to awkwardly not talk for the rest of the day?"

Taking a deep breath to remain calm, you replied, "Nothing's wrong."

"Oh, so we're lying. That's cool." He hopped up to sit on the counter, the rips in his jeans at the knee widening further as he swung his feet. "As long as we’re doing that, I've been wanting to let you know that I'm actually undercover for the government and we'd like to recruit you to be the next President of Space."

You couldn't stop the amused snort that left you, the small smile that came to your face. Tried to ignore how easy it was for him to make you laugh even when you were downright miserable. "You lost me at working for the government.”

He snapped his fingers in a dramatic swing of his wrist, folding his arms over his chest in an exaggerated pout after. “Knew that anti-establishment vibe I gave off would come back to bite me eventually.” When you didn’t respond again beyond shaking your head at his antics, he seemed to quiet down. “But really, you look like you’re dead on your feet. Got me a little worried, is all.”

Meeting his eyes for the first time, you noted the earnest glow in them. He was genuinely worried about you and you couldn’t help but listen to that nagging voice in your head that told you to make it smaller, ease his mind. “Just haven’t been sleeping well. No big deal,” you shrugged your shoulders, averting eye contact as you blew his concern off.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

He asked so easily, like it wasn’t a question that dug too deep, like it didn’t threaten to make your eyes water. You weren’t used to it – being cared for, someone worrying. Someone noticing. It felt strange, uncomfortable, unsafe.

But when you looked in his eyes again, you felt yourself crumble instantly. You’d always been weak when it came to him and now would prove to be no exception.

“Almost 3 days ago,” you admitted quietly. Tried to keep a strong facade, remain unaffected as his face fell. He rubbed at the stubble on his jaw as the muscle there rolled with tension.

“Just can’t fall asleep?” He asked, voice kind and gentle. Non-judgmental. “Or nightmares?”

“Both.”

Looking a bit unsure at continuing to poke, to ask for more, he hesitated before adding, “Is it the quiet?”

When your only response was to press your lips tight together, feeling embarrassed to acknowledge that truth, he began to slowly nod his head. Almost like he was coming to some sort of understanding. “If… If you want to come over to my place after work, I think I can help.”

“Eddie…” Your voice trailed off, trying to fight the butterflies in the pit of your stomach when your mind went straight to the gutter. “If this is some kind of ploy to get in my pants, I’m really not-”

“No!” He interrupted loudly, surprising both himself and you, before he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Nothing like that, no funny business. Scouts honor.” And he held up under your inspection as you studied him, checking for sincerity. In a show of good faith, he used the tip of his finger to draw an ‘X’ over his heart, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile as he did so.

Weak, exhausted, desperate for rest, you had little fight left to give. “You really think it’ll help?” All he did was nod confidently, not offering anything further. Reluctant to accept his help but at the end of your rope, you agreed. After work, you would get in your car and follow him back to his place.

And the rest of the shift proceeded as close to normal as it could. The two of you weaved around each other as you prepared the store for the weekend rush, ordered takeout to eat during your breaks, and ran through the motions of closing up the store as you had 100 times before. When the door was locked behind you, both of you standing outside in the cold night air, you hesitated. And he noticed immediately. “Do you trust me?”

Not expecting the question, you blinked owlishly at him, pulling your jacket in tight as a shiver ran down your spine. “Yeah,” you said honestly, “yeah, I do.”

His keys spun around his fingers, clanking together with themselves and the silver of his rings as it made contact with his palm. A disarming smile directed toward you and he was waving you to follow. “Then come on.”

The drive to his house on the edge of town was longer than you thought it would be. Honestly, you had no idea where he lived before now. He’d mentioned before that he used to live at the trailer park in Forest Hills but hadn’t explained what happened to get here. He pulled into the grass beside the modest house, half hidden in trees, and you parked your car behind his van. “Home sweet home,” he said with a grin as you exited your car, gesturing to the quiet and dark house.

“Do you live here alone?” You asked, falling into step with him as he led you up the small stairs to the porch.

“No, with my Uncle Wayne.” The screen door squeaked loudly as he pulled it open, his too-full keychain making a mess of noise as he unlocked the front door. “We used to live in a trailer on the other side of town, I think I’ve mentioned that before?” When he looked at you for confirmation, you nodded and followed him inside, the screen door slamming shut behind you. “After the earthquakes, our trailer basically didn’t exist. One of many casualties, I guess. I’m just glad neither of us were home when it happened.” He flipped on a warm toned lamp in the living room, giving a bit of light to the space. It was pretty barren – a new looking leather couch, a TV on a homemade stand, a few newspapers and magazines laid out on the glass coffee table. “Somehow we lucked out getting some big government pay out for the damages and bought this little house. Just a living room, kitchen, bathroom, 2 tiny bedrooms. It’s small, but it’s ours.” You paused your study of the room to turn to where Eddie had walked off to and spotted him bent at the waist in front of the open fridge, arms spread wide.

“I like it,” you offered, feeling out of place in his home.

“It’s alright,” he agreed, although it came out in a happy sigh. “Haven’t had much money to decorate since we had to replace pretty much everything we owned… So it’s a bit plain.” His eyes crinkled in a wince as he tilted his head toward you. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water or soda or some lemonade?”

Taking a few cautious steps toward him, you gave him a grateful smile. “A water would be great, thank you.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Coming right up.” And if you hadn’t been so sleep deprived, been so sure you were making things up, you could’ve sworn he blushed a bit as he turned away. You watched as he moved around his kitchen in total ease. As if there wasn’t a borderline stranger in his home. It didn’t seem to bother him at all as he poured himself a glass of lemonade and presented you with some water. You thanked him, taking a small sip as you clutched the chilled glass between your hands. “Let me give you the grand tour,” he said with a slight bow, gesturing for you to continue further into his home.

While he was right about it not being very decorated, there were still signs of life everywhere. A flannel overshirt laid over the back of the couch, a partially filled ashtray on top of a magazine, a pair of work boots kicked off in the corner. There were used towels in the bathroom, a cup with 2 toothbrushes on the sink, a broken up bar of soap on the edge of the tub. Wayne’s door was mostly closed and you wanted to respect his boundaries, but could just barely see the corner of a hastily made bed, a pair of fluffy slippers on the floor. And you should've expected that out of the whole house, the most personality was definitely in Eddie’s room.

Your attention first caught on a deep maroon electric guitar displayed in the corner, a tiny amp tucked behind it. It looked well loved and cared for. There were pieces of paper stuck to the walls here and there – blank sheets with sketches of what looked like fantasy creatures on them, lined pages torn from a notebook covered in scribbles of writing. A few photos placed up with thumbtacks, a small bookshelf crowded with paperbacks and vinyl records. There was a dresser to make up for the lack of a closet and a record player sat on top, one you recognized as a model you sold in the store. There was a pile of clothes between the dresser and his guitar, a missing sock beside his bed, some sneakers sticking out from under it. The bed was unmade with cream colored sheets that didn’t look dirty, but had definitely been slept on once or twice. It felt warm and cozy and it smelled like Eddie. Since when do you recognize what Eddie smells like?

“It’s not much,” he commented when the silence stretched too long for his comfort, walking around you to kick the discarded sock out of sight. “At least, not compared to my old room. But it’ll be covered in posters and other bullshit again soon.” You nodded numbly, eyes still scanning and consuming what he offered. You didn’t really know what to say, just allowed him to fill the silence to his contentment. Taking a few steps further into the room, you set your glass down on the stool that acted as his bedside table, wiping the cold condensation off on your pants. His eyes tracked the motion and seemed to come to some realization, taking one long legged step over to his dresser and beginning to dig through drawers.

A few moments later he was holding a bundle of black and grey out to you. “What’s this?” You asked, taking it from his hands on instinct.

“Just a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants. Probably wouldn’t have much luck sleeping in your jeans.” You looked down at the fabric in your hands with wide eyes and then back up at him. “You can, uh, go change in the bathroom if you want?”

Feeling confident enough to ask now, you hesitated. “What exactly am I doing here?”

“I’ll explain after you change, okay? It’s nothing weird and I won’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable doing.” He looked resolute in that fact, absolutely serious in his claim. It helped settle your nerves a bit as you toed off your sneakers by the wall and then turned back toward the bathroom across the hall.

Slowly, meticulously, you took off your own clothes and folded them into a small pile on the counter. You pulled on what Eddie had given you, unable to stop yourself from inhaling the woody and herbal scent of him. Because of how concentrated it was on his clothes, it overwhelmed you, sending your tired brain spinning. Trying to settle yourself, you put the toilet seat down to pee, took your time washing your hands, and then pressed a bit of warm water to your face. By the time you were collecting your clothes and padding back across the hall in your socks, there was soft instrumentals coming from the record player on Eddie’s dresser and he had also changed into something more comfortable; a pair of red and black flannel pants and a grey crewneck that had faded red lettering spelling out ‘Coca-Cola’ on it. He was barefoot, hair still in the same bun as before, bent slightly forward as he thumbed through his bookshelf. As if sensing your arrival, he straightened up and turned toward you, his lips stretching into a toothy smile as he took you in.

“My clothes suit you,” he said, a bit smug and teasing. You rolled your eyes, hoped to god you didn’t blush visibly. As you crossed over to set your clothes over by your shoes, his eyebrows pinched together in concern. “I forgot how cold it is, do you think you’ll be alright? I can pull out another sweatshirt if you need it.”

“I’m fine for now,” you rushed to placate, still feeling plenty warm in the heated walls of the small house. “If I get cold, I’ll let you know.”

His smile returned, this one almost sickly sweet. “Sounds good to me.” He adjusted back toward the bookshelf, eyes scanning rapidly back and forth for a few moments before he grabbed one of the well-worn novels between his fingertips and pulled it out. “So, here’s the plan,” he said, coming back around to sit on the edge of the bed facing where you remained in the doorway. “You’re going to lay down and try to sleep, and I’m gonna sit next to you and read.”

You tilted your head to the side, unable to hide your confusion. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” He confirmed, giving his bed a little tap to invite you over.

Still unsure, you crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, some safe space remaining between the two of you. “I don’t understand, how would that help me?”

Restless hands tapped against the paper cover of the novel in his hands, The Sword and the Stone by T.H. White, as he appeared to collect his thoughts. “After the earthquakes,” he began, taking a pause to clear his throat as his voice caught, “I struggled to sleep for a real long time. Nightmares, insomnia, waking up in the middle of the night, the whole thing.” His tone was soft, vulnerable, almost a bit embarrassed as he explained. “I tried alcohol, weed, sex, working out, going for walks, almost everything and nothing helped. After a really rough night, I was just laying on the couch when Wayne came home from work. We didn’t say much, and he just started to cook some food for himself before he went to bed.” A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, obviously appreciating the memory. “I don’t really know for sure what did it, but something about just listening to him do something, just having someone else around put me right to sleep. And I thought maybe it was a fluke, I’d just passed out from exhaustion and it was a coincidence. But it happened again and again. Whether he was thumbing through the newspaper, cooking, reading, whittling at a stick, anything quiet really. As long as he was there, I could get to sleep.”

“So,” he nudged his elbow into your arm, bringing your eyes to meet his, “I’m going to sit here and read next to you and you’re gonna get some sleep.”

It still didn’t make much sense to you, couldn’t get your tired brain to pick up the threads on why that would be so. But you were desperate at this point, just wanting to be able to close your eyes and find some peace. As your fingers curled in the hem of your shirt, his shirt, you softly asked, “You really think it’ll work?”

“I figure it’s worth a shot, sweetheart.”

And then you were nodding, and he was giving you that look to check if you were serious, if you were comfortable, and then he was shifting up on the bed. It was full size, so just barely enough for the two of you to be side by side and not really be touching. He sat up, leaning back against the headboard and motioned for you to lay down next to him. You did so carefully, pulling the heavy quilt and top sheet over you as you settled on your back next to him, hands resting on your stomach and eyes on the ceiling as you tried to ignore your discomfort.

As soon as you stopped moving, he adjusted himself a bit, balancing the book using his knee and one hand, the other arm draping itself over the pillow your head rested on. You held your breath as his fingertips pressed into your hair, immediately moving into soothing circles on your scalp. As much as you wanted to feel weird about the intimate touch, it had you melting into his sheets, your held breath releasing in a shaky exhale.

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, looking down at you in a way that was just filled with softness. Already fighting the heavy feeling in your eyes, you nodded, drawing the blanket up further around you. He smiled, his thumb stroking across your hairline for a moment before he went back to the gentle circles from before. “Now, try and get some sleep. I’ll be right here.”

And you didn’t know if it was the placebo effect from him telling you it worked for him, the confirmation that he was watching over you, the soft sounds of his deep breathing and the gentle turn of pages, the warmth and smell of him being nearby, or the way he mindlessly drew patterns into your skin, but you were fading fast. “Hey Eddie?” You said in a whisper after a few minutes of peace.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He replied just as softly.

“Thank you.”

He hummed a deep baritone of acknowledgement as your breathing began to slow, to draw deeper. “Sleep well.”

And you did. All the way through the night without a single dream.

thanks for reading!! please give it a reblog and leave a note if you liked it :)

tagging my muses: @blue-mossbird, @hauntingbastille, @fracturedarkness. @abibliophobiaa (i promise i will sleep at some point)

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Simsphony’s CC LIST - complete

Hi everybody!

The list of CC LINKS from all the creators and packs that I have in my game is something that I wanted to do for the longest time but I've never quite had the time to do it.

So I finally decided to do it for you no matter what and here it is!

From now on you'll be able to find all of my cc here on this list. If I add something to my game I'm going to upload the list, and if I'm using something just once, I'll include the link from that cc in a regular post separately.

Anyways! I'm hoping your life is going to be much easier now!

If you like my work please be so kind and support me on Ko-fi ♡

Love you all and happy simming!

AROUND THE SIMS 4

Gardening table American diner

AWINGEDLLAMA

Boho living stuff pack Blooming rooms kit Apartment therapy

BRAZEN LOTUS (https://www.brazenlotus.com/)

Greenhouse Jaipur rugs Selene's & Mind's Eye bed set Cozy crafter bed set Separated beds - original Incantation & apothecary clutter Spellbound clutter Baskets & Ironing board table Bridal closet Vampire objects separated Glimerbrook terrains Archaeology table clutter Princess Cordelia's clutter Cats & Dogs clutter Bulb string lights

Separated Art - Base game

BREEZE MOTORS - always direct links

CHARLY PANCAKES

All her cc in one folder The lighthouse collection The strandkorb Maple & S. constractions Pt.1

Maple & S. constractions Pt. 2 Precious promises Selection one Lavish Soak Slouch Miscellanea Smol Munch Pt. 1

Munch Pt. 2

Dinna Modish Insomnia Twist of fate The candle

COWBUILDS (https://www.patreon.com/cowbuild)

Free kid's clutter

FELIXANDRE patreon - Early access

Fayun 2

FELIXANDRE free

Fayun 1

Grove Pt. 1

Grove Pt.2

Grove Pt.3

Grove Pt.4

Berlin Pt.1

Berlin Pt.2

Berlin Pt.3

Shop the look 1 Shop the look 2 Colonial Pt.1

Colonial Pt.2

Colonial Pt.3 Paris Pt.1

Paris Pt.2

Paris Pt.3 Florence Pt.1

Florence Pt.2

Florence Pt.3

Florence Pt.4

Kyoto Pt.1

Kyoto Pt.2

Kyoto Pt.3 London Interior

London Exterior Gothic Revival Interior

Gothic Revival Exterior Gatsby/Art Deco set Georgian September 2017 - Schwerin + Petit trianon October 2017 - Schwerin + Gothic November 2017 - Petit Trianon December 2017/ July 2018 January 2018 February 2018 April 2018 - Schwerin May 2018 - old Paris objects September 2018 - Louis VX July 2019 - Canopy Marie Antoinette Greece Egypt La Galerie des Glaces - Versailles

HANRAJA - always direct links

Mini set 13 Mini set 14 Mini set 35 Mini set 20 Tray 02 Bayong Rattan bags

HARRIE

Kwatei 2 (Early access)

Kwatei 1

Shop the look 1 Shop the look 2 Octave Pt.1

Octave Pt.2

Octave Pt.3

Octave Pt.4 Spoons Pt.1

Spoons Pt.2

Spoons Pt.3 Brutalist Brownstone Pt.1

Brownstone Pt.2

Brownstone Pt.3 Country Pt.1

Country Pt.2

Country Pt.3 Halcyon Stockholm Porto Quilted dreams Heritage Pt.1

Heritage Pt.2 5k Follower gift Jungle Adventure Overrides

HOUSE OF HARLIX

Baysic Harluxe Orjanic Pt.1

Orjanic Pt.2 Livin' rum The kichen The bafroom Tiny twavellers Jardane

KING FALCON

Fuvwara 1

Fuvwara 2 Stone railing set Vol.1

Stone railing set Vol.2

KIWISIM4

Piha living Blockhouse Kichen Blockhouse Outdoor Blockhouse Hallway Blockhouse Study Blockhouse Bathroom Blockhouse Kids Blockhouse Bedroom Blockhouse Dining Onehunga Living

LILI'S PALACE

Intarsia Wainscot wonderland Folklore Budapest Neoclassical set Pumpkin carving table Jungendstil tiles Portraits in copper Zsolnay ceramic roof tiles

LINZLU

1920 Bedroom set Chrome Co. Sea princess secretary desk Drainboard sinks Vintage gas cooker Frontier items Antique radio Country furniture Rocking horse

Travel trunk

Pinecone decor

Samantha’s collection

LITTLE CAKES

Poor bunny Flowers and things Rustic elements Vintage clutter set

LONELY BOY

Victorian house exterior set Antique Victorian wallpaper

MAGNOLIAN FAREWELL

Antique stacks

MAX 20

Poolside Lounge Picasso Retro TV Master bedroom Cozy backyard Holiday mini-pack Child dream pack Classic kitchen Happy ever after Bathroom pack Dining room Fireplace Christmas gift Ikea chair Autumn clutter

MLY'S

Pufferhead Tall bookcases Simple clothes racks

MR. OLKAN

Cool pools

MYSHUNOSUN

Moonwood garden Simmify music nook Midsummer eve Lottie bedroom Freja nursery Nora living

Luna bedroom

PEACEMAKER/SIMSATIONAL DESIGNS

Austere building set Atwood living Bowed living Cats and Dogs Siding Caine living Coba collection Cozy knits Derelict delights Elsie bedroom Graciously Georgian Hamptons Hideaway Hamptons Getaway Hamptons Retreat Hamptons Builtin Hinterlands living Hinterlands dining Hinterlands bedroom Hudson bathroom Kitayama living Kitayama Bedroom Kitayama dining Lofte living Mesh dump Nifty Knitting Buymode expanded Paranormal Buymode Expanded Romantic garden expanded Rock'n Rockers Roarsome kids bedroom Splashback Glass Tiles StrangerVille Buildmode Expanded Vintage glamour Volta Whilloh kitchen

PIERISIM

Domaine du Clos 3 (Early access)

Domaine du Clos 2

Domaine du Clos 1 MCM Pt.1 MCM Pt.2 MCM Pt.3 MCM Pt.4 MCM Pt.5 Winter garden Pt.1 Winter garden Pt.2 Maison Maulière Coldbrew pt.1 Coldbrew pt.2 The livingroom mini kit The office Calderone bedroom Rold Skov kitchen Oak House Pt.6 + ADD ON Oak House Pt.5 Oak House Pt.4 Oak House Pt.3 Oak House Pt.2 Oak House Pt.1 Tidying up

REIANARA

Liberated get together fence

RUSTIC SIMS

Careyes liv & din Sayulita bathroom Gift Sayulita bedroom Talavera pop Colonial Mexic set Navajo The painting of Bly Manor Lofi

RVSN

Little Chef's toy kitchen Body form displays Anybody's dress bridal shop Uplifting elevators Clothes minded accessories

S-IMAGINATION

Cottage kitchen Nota Living Room Oak&Concrete Patio

SIMPLISTIC - I'll always give you the exact link because I'm using her wallpapers and there are millions of them on the site

SIXAM

Bunk bed Charming Chalet

STRANGE STORYTELLER

Sectional library Parquet flooring Crystal chandeliers Baroque art Aubusson rugs Art set part 1 Christmas set

SURELY SIM

The Tespa

The kichen of tommorow

9021 Hoes Hotline

Perfect party stuff

Office space

Joliebean High Society Pumps as Deco Shoes

Atomic TV

Fallout baby

Retro refresh

Scooby Doo! Where Are You? - Movie Poster

SYB - SYBOULETTE

Spiral stairs

THE CLUTTER CAT

Mellow moods mini (patreons only)

Mellow moods

Flower power (patreons only)

Busy Bee

Japan Juice

Cozy cocina

Mamma mia

Petits pirates

222

Kawaii kidz

Winterfest wonders

Mermaid Mansion Pt.1 (patreons only)

Mermaid Mansion Pt.2 (patreons only)

Farm friends (patreons only)

Spring spirits Pt.1 (patreons only)

Spring spirits Pt.2 (patreons only)

Spring Spirits + Mermaid mansion free

THE JIM 07

Fountain edge set Versailes Treillage

THE TOWNIE ARCHITECT

Moderno

TUDS

Wave living Base game curved windows SHKR kitchen Casa Caipira Tiles Ind Pt.1 Ind Pt.2 Ind Pt.3 Cross Turn Living Rope Lounge Mirr kitchen Vime closet MadeinBrazil collection - Clay water filters Beam kitchen Beam living Pt.1 Beam living Pt.2 Emma Collection

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💛 ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ!

This post will include some information about me and a short testimony. Thanks for checking out my blog!

💛 ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ & ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ

Howdy! I'm a Christian artist from the southern US who enjoys creating stories & characters that glorify God and share the gospel! 🔥⚔️ ✝️ I like anime and various comic styles. I'm currently working on my own style. I’ve enjoyed creating various OC's of humans, animals, anthro, and hybrid varieties!

sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ: I can be found just about anywhere and have compiled everything on my carrd. I am also accepting commissions, my carrd will have more information. I may compile and post commission information on tumblr in the future, Lord willing.

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It's surreal to be here after taking a long hiatus around 2021. I'm used to having "missing e", a dozen extensions, and all of my pretty post formatting. It seems tumblr has tidied things up to make formatting easier. Back then, I used to copy/paste blank spaces, pretty symbols and emojis, indent all of my paragraphs, and then use a bunch of key commands to select and make my font size small and neat! Haha! I don't have any problems with people who do that, it was a style choice for writers and roleplayers.

“The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness.” Romans 1:18

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(CONTENT WARNING: above blog archives have explicit and/or adult content and are TESTIMONIES of what I used to write, portray, and how i lived my life. the last one is referring to a satanic voodoo cult character and I do not endorse the rosary/catholicism.)

I was part of the tumblr roleplay community and many other rp communities across the internet, including Gaiaonline, jcink, and proboards. I was doing this hobby for about 16 years before I started to take my faith seriously in 2021. To clarify faith, I was never really a believer or follower of Christ until I was BORN AGAIN in January 2023! Hallelujah! Note: I am not saying Christians cannot role play or enjoy writing as a way to develop characters, stories, etc. As long as it's not used to write content that would make you sin and it's not becoming an obsession.

Before that, I hyperfixated on horror genre, supernatural and horror anime, tv series, including video games, movies, stories, and more. I had gender dysphoria, went by 'khan', or 'khanivore'. I internalized a lot of it and would act out by doing drag king stuff and drag cosplay IRL.

I idolized playing hypermasculine male characters in the roleplay communities I was a part of. I saw many friendships made, torn apart, and savagely destroyed due to the toxicity of the community. Without Christ, people unhealthily hyperfixate on their idols and become jealous of other people writing better, portraying a certain character better, seeking all types of 'shipping' relationships that don't go well.

Wrote hundreds of thousands of words portraying s*xual fantasies with males & females. I obsessed over becoming male characters; thinking their thoughts, living their lives, not my own. I became oppressed by demons while playing songs that made me think of these characters, obsessively studied their dialogues and did some crazy forms of method acting. These characters had their own birthdays & astrology signs that I celebrated.

I had deep loneliness & despair, a void within me, & I filled it with video games, p**nography, alcohol, cosplay & role playing. When the convention was over, I felt like my heart was being burned alive & there was nothing to fill that void. I had insomnia from late nights living my double life. I was hateful, rude, condescending, competitive, swore all the time, & angry.

But JESUS set me free! He had been knocking on the door of my heart. I did not seek Him, I wanted to live in my filth, I loved my sin. But HE sought after me & my heart slowly softened. My eyes began to open. I don’t share this testimony to glorify myself; don’t want the wrong attention, nor things my old self would have gloated over. I share this testimony of where I WAS, to show where JESUS SET ME FREE!

Seek Jesus - He isn’t religion, He’s a real person, the son of God, who was sent to die for our sins. Someone who wants a relationship with you. He wants to set you free from pain. He can give you answers & true identity; not the CULTure.

“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death.” Romans 8:1-2

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A/N: I’ll be honest, I couldn’t find much info on PMDD - but from what I found I hope this is okay!

CHAN:

Chan wasn't the kind of guy to take time off work when he needed to rest he was more of the guy to work through his pain or stress because he was devoted to his work. Which was what was most shocking to you when you woke up that late morning to see him still in the dorms, pottering around the kitchen and doing something that wasn't connected to music in any way shape or form.

"Channie?" You frowned as you stepped out into the living room, watching in amusement as your boyfriend continued to cook something in the kitchen while staring down at a recipe in his hand.

"You're awake already? It's not even-" Chan stopped himself from speaking, he hadn't realised it was 11 and he cursed himself for being so slow in the cooking department. Minho told him the recipe wouldn't take long to prepare at all and yet he'd spent the last two hours trying to get it right.

"What are you doing home, I thought you had things to do today?" You questioned with a smile on your face, you weren't in any way complaining about your boyfriend being here but it was a little jarring.

"You need me, so I'm here." Maybe it was the extra hormones flooding around your body right now but tears rushed to your eyes and you began to let out a small sniffle.

"Hey, hey," He whined out rushing over to you and holding you tightly in his arms as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"This won't be done for a few hours, but do you want something else to eat? Pancakes? Cereal? Mcdonalds breakfast?" He questioned making you laugh out through his suggestions, his hand gently ran over your cheek wiping away the tears that had fallen.

"Anything you want, you get." He promised before gently leaning down and pressing his lips to yours smiling at you when he saw how happy you were with him there. Chan knew that when it came to this time of your cycle he needed to be there for you no matter what, even if you said you didn't want him he knew you really did and he was going to be there no matter what.

MINHO:

When you'd first explained your PMDD to Minho he'd been completely confused by it all, he thought that PMS was the same thing not realising that PMDD was more severe than it. But now he knew and every time it was close to your cycle Minho would make sure he had everything prepared for you. There was a "self-care" box in his place, filled with everything you could ever possibly need, including painkillers for your cramps, cooling pads for your headaches and heating pads. Minho wanted to make sure you had everything,

"What did I do to deserve you?" You cried out, tears running down your cheeks as you cried harder than you probably needed to over your boyfriend's box.

"It should be me asking you that," He chuckled, wiping away your tears and bringing you into a tight embrace while you continued to cry against his chest.

"You're the best," You told him as you took the painkillers he was holding out for you, your head was a wreck right now with a pounding headache and all you needed was to sleep - only you hadn't all night because of your onset insomnia that accompanied your PMDD.

"We should go and nap, yeah? Get comfortable on the sofa and just sleep." Your boyfriend suggested while you nodded, you knew you needed to get some sleep or you'd only be more irritable as the day passed by.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin had grown up with an older sister so he knew what to expect when it came to periods only he hadn't expected them to be as severe as yours were. Nevertheless, he did everything he could to try and make your suffering a little easier to deal with or manage whenever it came to that time of the month.

"Here, sit up a little." He nudged against your back so he could sit behind you on the bed, gently lifting up your shirt to expose your stomach. As well as all of the mental symptoms that came with PMDD you also suffered from a lot of the physical ones which meant you had cramps that felt like your insides were being ripped apart.

"What's that?" You questioned, looking at the small vial that was in his hand, he smiled at you opening it up and letting you take a sniff of the oil inside. He'd read somewhere that using scented oils could help reduce some of the pain as well as alleviate some of the cramps you were experiencing,

"Lavander oil," He said softly, dropping a couple of drops onto your stomach before putting the vial to the side and beginning to gently massage it into your skin, pressing a little harder on your stomach whenever he felt the need to. Your whole body seemed to relax as you took in deep breaths of the scent, letting yourself give in to the way it felt to have him so close to you right now.

"That's really good," You whined out, continuing to relax further into his touch while Changbin gently rubbed and massaged your skin until you fell asleep in his arms.

HYUNJIN:

It was no secret that Hyunjin had no idea what he was doing when it came to your PMDD but every time your suffering came around he would do everything he could to somehow make it better for you.

"What are we doing here?" You laughed, looking around at the secluded air B&B that Hyunjin appeared to have bought you for the weekend. It was a weekend away together he'd been planning for a while since he knew your cycle, he'd been reading up on PMDD whenever he had the time and he saw that the less stress you had would be better for you.

"I thought you might like time away from everyone and everything. A secret get away, out in nature so you can just relax and not worry about anything," He explained, getting the bags out of the car and taking them up to the small house that was in the middle of the mountains. It was completely beautiful up here and you'd be a fool to let this pass.

"You did this because of my PMDD?" You questioned, a little shocked that all of this was for you to feel less stressed.

"I wanted to make sure you could feel better here...With me, I know I haven't been the best in the past when it came to this but I wanted to make it up to you-" As soon as he finished his sentence you pressed your lips to his and giggled as he let out a small whine.

"You're perfect Hyunjin...Don't worry about me, okay? I'm fine as long as I have you," It was a little bit of a lie, you and Hyunjin both know how bad you get when it comes to your PMDD but you wanted him to know it had nothing to do with him. In fact, with him you always felt a little better even if he didn't know the best way to comfort you.

JISUNG:

It would be a complete understatement to say that Jisung had been worried about you, in fact, he was completely and utterly anxious about you or rather for you. For the last week now you'd done nothing but snap at him or get angry over the silliest of things and he thought that maybe he'd done something wrong or that you were trying to distance yourself from him to make it easier to break up with him. It wasn't until he told Felix about your PMDD that everything clicked into place, Felix explained what your PMDD was to Jisung and he instantly realised he should have been looking after you more.

"Baby, I came home early and I thought you'd want your favourite take-out," Jisung called out into the flat, standing still and listening out for any sounds coming from you but all he could hear was the sound of water running.

"Baby?" He called out again, putting the bag of food in the kitchen and making his way toward the bathroom, the sound of the bath running was soon joined by sobs coming from you and he rushed into the room.

"Shit, baby. Come here," He whispered, quickly shutting off the taps and cradling you into his arms. You whined out, balling his shirt up in your fist as you sobbed into his chest, you hated yourself for yelling and snapping at him all week but when it came to this it was like you were a whole other person.

"I'm sorry Jisung, I-I didn't mean to shout all week and say everything I said I'm just-"

"I know." He whispered, rubbing your back softly as he placed gentle kisses on the top of your head, rubbing your back a little harder as he tried his best to comfort you - even if he wasn't the best at it.

"You know?"

"Felix sort of explained everything to me...I'm sorry I haven't been here all that much," He spoke clearly, wiping away the tears from your cheek and smiling down at you.

"I got heat pads, painkillers, snacks and all your favourite foods." Your eyes lit up at the idea of it all and he looked at the bath.

"Take a nice bath though, I'll reheat the food whenever you're ready,"

FELIX:

During your PMDD episodes, you didn't sleep much, you didn't know what it was but whenever it got close to your period you just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Doctors had all told you it was another symptom of your PMDD but all you knew was that you hated it, you needed sleep to function without yelling at people throughout the day.

"Hey you," Felix whispered as he walked into the living room to see you quietly watching a movie by yourself, wrapped in a mound of blankets and eating his ice cream.

"Hey, I didn't want to wake you up so I came out here." You explained, pausing the movie to take a look at your boyfriend who appeared just as tired as you were. You knew if you'd stayed in there you'd only make his sleeping worse than it already was.

"You don't have to worry about that, make room." He mumbled, climbing onto the sofa and under the blankets with you as he pulled you into his arms, yawning a little as he did so. It was clear how tired he was but he couldn't sleep without you by his side.

"What are you watching?" He quizzed, staring at the Tv before you let out a small laugh.

"Barbie Princess and the pauper," You answered plainly, staring at the screen as the scene where the pauper sang to her cat.

"Ah, your comfort movie." He chuckled, moving the two of you so that you were half laying down on the sofa, your chest between his legs while he wrapped his arms around you.

"You know me too well," You stated as you fed him a spoonful of ice cream, enjoying the way it felt to be cuddled up close to him like this. It wasn't often you got to do this but whenever you got the chance it was magical. The two of you continued to lay there like that until the movie was over, cuddling into one another's arms as you did your best to relax.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin had always been the kind and considerate boyfriend when it came to your time of the month even before you told him that you experienced PMDD. After you'd told him it was like a switch had flipped inside of him and he was only more kind and caring toward you whenever it was that time of the month.

"You didn't have to do this," You explained, looking at the bed as you noticed the things that Seungmin had come home with today. You'd text him to tell him you were feeling a little down about something and because your PMDD it was causing you to feel a whole lot worse over it,

"I know, I wanted to." He said with a proud smirk plastered across his cheeks grinning from ear to ear as you looked at everything he'd gotten. He'd come home earlier than expected from work - promising the boys that he would make it up to them - but he'd stopped off at the shops. Bringing up snacks, and all the supplies you could possibly need for this time of the month.

"I needed to restock the drawers in the bathroom anyway," He explained as you noticed the different packs of tampons and pads that he'd bought back with him even though you weren't bleeding just yet.

"You're incredible." You sniffled, biting back the tears that were threatening to spill out everywhere. You knew it was probably a stupid reason to cry but having Seungmin understand and WANT to be there for you while you were going through this meant the world to you.

"I love you," You cuddled into his chest and he smiled to himself, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too...We have two hours before food, shall we watch a movie or go and have a hot bubble bath? I got your favourite bath bomb too," He explained as he pulled out your favourite bath bomb from your favourite store and you began to tear up once again.

JEONGIN:

Whenever it came to your PMDD Jeongin made sure that he was always prepared for it even if he "didn't have to be" he wanted to. The boy always made sure he had extra period products at his place just in case you came on earlier than expected and he also had an entire box devoted to you.

"I got this last week and forgot to add it." He said as he walked into his room, there you were curled up on his bed wearing one of his hoodies and some sweatpants and yet you'd never looked more beautiful to him.

"What is it?" You frowned watching as he took out a mat from a box and came closer to you.

"Heating pad, we wrap it around your stomach and I connect it to the laptop through the USB, it'll give you constant heat," He explained as he carefully wrapped the heating pad around your midsection and looked at you,

"Best part...It has a pocket, I know your hands get cold sometimes," He said with a small laugh, doing his best to brighten up your mood a little but it wasn't working. You'd woken up that morning in an awful mood and just wanted everything and everyone to leave you alone - not that Jeongin would ever let that happen, he wasn't going to let you go through this alone.

"Why are you still here? Don't you have work?" You bit out a little angry but Jeongin just smiled and shook his head,

"Practice got cancelled so I'm here with you all day," You smiled a little and snuggled into the sheets, the heating pad was doing wonders for your cramps and you did like the idea of having your boyfriend with you all day.

"Can we watch movies and eat junk food?" You questioned, resting your head down on the pillows and Jeongin smirked at you.

"I already got all your favourites," He quickly kissed the top of your head and left to go and grab everything.

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heytherejulia · 8 months

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It's nice to have a friend ~ Polin

pairing: modern!penelope featherington x modern!colin bridgerton

warning: some swearing, sexual innuendos, fat shaming, shitty mother, usual bridgerton chaos, insomnia, insecurities

summary: a walk through colin and penelope's relationship based on it's nice to have a friend by mother, doctor, taylor allison swift

word count: 2,9k

Penelope Featherington was walking home after the last lecture she had that day and her only company was the ringing of a bell of the nearby primary school. January didn’t treat them nicely this year and everything around her was completely white. She was barely able to see a chalk drawing on a sidewalk as it was also covered in snow. She smiled to herself when she realised that the image of three little people was drawn on the pavement and signed “me and my best friends”. She thought it was the most adorable thing in the world and she’d never been very sentimental about stuff like that but today she felt like she might actually cry because of how freaking cute it was.

She regained her composure when she felt a piercing cold air on her bare fingers. She put her hands into the pockets of her coat only to realise that she lost her gloves, and it was freezing outside, and she still had at least half a kilometre to her flat.

‘Awesome,’ she muttered under her breath.

Penelope felt a tap on her shoulder and she thought her soul had just left her body for good. She didn’t have time to reach for pepper spray nor was she half a decent runner to escape the intruder. She waited for the inevitable when a person revealed his face. It was only Colin. Her life long crush, Colin. Her best friend’s brother, Colin. Her best friend too, if she let herself be bold enough to assume so.

‘Hello, Pen.’

‘Colin! I didn’t expect to see you here.’

‘Yeah, I was just walking by and saw you and thought I’d say hi. You’re going home?”

‘Thousand times yes.’

He laughed. She liked the sound of it. It felt nice to hear him laugh at something that she said. Even if it wasn’t even a little funny. Still, even Colin’s warm laugh couldn’t prevent her body from shaking from how bloody cold it was.

‘You cold?’

‘I lost my gloves. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry.’

‘Here, take this.’ He handed her one of his blue gloves. Penelope blushed slightly at the gesture but hoped he wouldn’t notice as her cheeks were already pink from the wind. They walked for some time when he suddenly stopped.

‘Wanna hang out? At my place? It’s closer than yours.’

‘Yeah, sounds like fun.’

***

Penelope found herself in Colin Bridgerton’s living room for the hundredth time in the past few months looking at him playing some weird video game. She was never into such things, not with her mother towering over her shoulder all the time, forcing her into reading educational books instead of some ‘muddling activities’, so she had never played them when she was a kid and now that she’s twenty something years old she just couldn’t find any will in herself to start it. She just didn’t see a point in doing that. Old habits die hard.

‘C’mon Pen, play with me, it’s just Mario Kart.’

‘I can’t.’ He frowned.

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know how. I’ve never done that before.’

‘NO WAY! You’re friends with Eloise and she has never forced you into playing Mario Kart with her?!’

Penelope just looked at him with a small shrug.

‘It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Sit here.’

He tapped a place between his legs on the sofa. She blushed. There was no way she would be able to sit there and play a stupid game while Colin's arms were wrapped around her body. But she did as he told her and sat in front of him and took a pad from him.

‘Are you ready?’ She nodded. ‘Alright, you have to press this button to start and those to move…’

***

Penelope was so happy to finally have a summer break. As much as she loved journalism and literature, she was more than ready to unwind and rest during her vacation. University was intense. She was at annual Bridgertons’ barbecue sitting next to Gregory and trying to ignore the piercing gaze of her mother, who definitely did not approve of her short fitted blue dress. It was too short, too fitting, and definitely too blue, and not yellow enough. She stood up from her seat, took her plate and went to Anthony who was grilling some meat.

‘Classy apron, Viscount Bridgerton.’ He was wearing an apron that said ‘sexy cook’. Probably a gag gift from one of his siblings.

He glared at her but then laughed.

‘Do you want a sausage?’

‘Yeah, I would like one, thank you.’ As he was putting a sausage on her plate she heard her mother's shrieking voice.

‘I don’t think you should be eating that, Penelope, you can skip some of your meals, dear.’

Suddenly she wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. She left her plate on a table next to Anthony and went straight to her seat. Colin stopped mid track his conversation with Kate about India when he heard Portia’s words. He furrowed his eyebrows on the fact that Pen really listened to her mother and refused to eat. He didn't like it a bit.

‘I’m sorry, Kate, I have to do something.’ She just smiled at him and made a ‘go ahead’ gesture.

He took his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Penelope. When she felt her phone buzzing and picked it up from the table she saw a message from Colin.

Wanna hang out?

yes

She took her handbag and denim jacket and followed him to the entrance of the garden. He gestured to her to get into his car.

‘Where are we going, Col?’

‘Eat.’

‘But we just ate.’

‘No, WE didn’t. I did.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘I don’t care. I am.’

Of course he cared and he didn’t listen to her protest, and soon after they were sitting in a car-park eating burger and chips that Colin got at the drive through.

‘Don’t listen to that shit.’

She snapped out of the haze.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Don’t listen to the shit your mother is saying to you. You’re perfect just the way you are. And you have to eat to stay healthy, Pen.’

She blushed at his words. She knew he didn’t mean anything by that but it still made her heart flutter. If she wanted to get over her crush on him, he really had to stop saying things like that. But that was that and she couldn’t change his or her own feelings. She just had to accept that he simply saw her the same way he saw Daphne, Eloise, Francesca or Hyacinth. His friendship had to be enough.

‘Thank you, Colin, it's nice to have a friend.’

She broke her own heart by saying those words. But this was for the best.

***

In August, Colin, Penelope, Eloise, and her friend Philip decided to go camping. Their idea was brilliant until they realised that they live in England and it’s bloody freezing and raining all the damn time even during the summer. When it wasn’t pouring outside they tried to make the best of their time, but there wasn’t much left to do, because even when it wasn't raining, there was so much water everywhere and so much mud. So really, all that was left to do was sitting in their tents playing some stupid secondary school games.

Penelope was a little bit miserable during this trip because Eloise obviously wanted to hang out with Philip and Pen as her tent roommate had to spend half of her time outside to give them some privacy. After two days, Colin just ordered Philip to switch a tent with Penelope cause there was no point in them getting rid of her every two hours. So for the rest of the stay, she slept in Colin's tent.

On the last (again rainy) night when she was about to go to sleep, Colin broke the silence.

'I want to travel.'

Penelope smiled at him because she knew that for some time now. Well, at least she was suspecting it.

'Then do that.'

'I also want to write.'

'Then do that too.'

He looked at her like she was a bit crazy.

'What if I'm not good enough at it?'

'Then you'll get better, no one's born a perfect writer, all of those great novelists and poets had to start somewhere or otherwise we wouldn't know them now. You've got this, Col, I know you do.'

He grabbed her hand in the dark.

'Thanks, Pen, it's nice to have a friend.'

***

In the last week of summer 2022, Pen and Colin decided to celebrate the last few days of warm weather, before the rainy autumn comes back and the last days in each other's company before he gets back to travelling and she gets back to work.

She looked up from her spot on a blanket and stared at the light pink sky up on the roof of Aubrey Hall. It was getting dark and late as the sun sunk down.

'Do you want to head back?'

Colin was a considerate type of guy in comparison to Eloise, who usually tended to forget about other people and their needs, unless reminded. The two were completely different but Penelope still adored them both equally. Okay, maybe not. She definitely wouldn’t want to jump Eloise’s bones as much attractive she was.

She looked away from the sky and towards Colin. She didn’t want to burst the bubble they were in. She liked being alone with him. She liked the fact that he listened. Simply listened. And he saw her, the real her. Even though he clearly couldn’t see or chose to ignore how much in love she was with him.

‘No, not really. I mean, there’s no curfew, right?’

He smiled thinking about the one time he actually sneaked into her house, way past the curfew, and almost got caught just because he wanted to tell her about his plans for a gap year.

‘No, there’s no curfew… Wanna play twenty questions?’

‘Is there a need for that? I’m almost a hundred percent sure we know each other better than that.’

‘C’mon Pen, it’s going to be fun, here, I’ll start. What is your book about?’

‘Romance.’

‘And? That’s it? There has to be something more.’

‘That’s another question, Col. My turn. When are you going to send your journals to the publisher?’

‘I’m not sure I am.’

‘What? Why?’

‘Two additional questions, wait for your turn. Have you been sleeping well?’

‘Uhm, sure?’

Colin didn’t look convinced.

‘Are you sure that’s what you want to use your question for?’

‘Yeah. Pretty sure. Also, the unwritten rule of twenty questions is telling the truth, so please, tell me the truth, Pen.’

She licked her lips considering how much of her late struggles she was supposed to share with Colin without lying and worrying him too much.

‘Okay, not so much. It’s the heat, I can’t sleep because of it.’

Technically not a lie. The temperature was not helping her insomnia.

‘Anyway, my turn. Why do you not want to show the publisher your journals?’

‘Because they need editing and I can’t edit them to make them decent enough to be actually published.’

‘That’s bullshit, Colin, they’re already brilliant but if you want, I can help you. Editing is kinda my job anyway.’

He looks at her gratefully.

‘I’d love that.’

He kept looking at her until she asked if he wanted to ask his next question.

‘Oh, yeah, sure, you’ve been stressed out lately?’

‘Sort of, yeah. It’s hard to keep up with pace at work and my mum is so behind with paying off her loan and she keeps asking for help and my salary stops covering my and her bills. You?’

‘Yeah, me too. But it’s not important, wanna talk about your mum?’

‘No, I want you to tell me why you’re stressed.’

‘I think I want to stop travelling that much. I’m applying for a job here and I’m getting a flat. I’m thinking about settling down.’

She looked away from him. Colin staying in the country was a dream come true but Colin settling down with some women was like a nightmare.

‘Wow. That’s a big decision. Good for you, Colin. So, who finally convinced you to stay?’

At that moment Colin felt it was the right moment. He didn’t really want to wait any longer. He didn’t know what was the moment he realised that he wanted a future with her nor did he understand that. But he did come to his senses and waiting was not an option. He needed her in his life in more ways than as just a friend. He felt that something gave him the nerve to touch her hand.

‘You, Pen.’ He whispered. ‘Cause it’s nice to have a friend.’

***

Penelope was walking home to the sound of church bell rings that carried her all the way back. She wasn’t sure if that was a real wedding or maybe her madly in love mind made that up. As she was passing by the old church, she saw the rice on the ground and thought that it truly felt like snow. And she wasn’t delusional after all, some couple really did get married.

She was so happy to be back home because it meant at least two and one third of day with Colin, doing absolutely nothing, just chilling, but at the same time she was so worn out by work and even a thought of her mother’s nonsense idea of family dinner. She knew that everything Portia would say would be nothing more than a bunch of bullshit, but she did know where to hit so it would leave a bruise. So Pen was more than happy to stay at home.

What she was not so happy about, however, was the fact that her mother would never give her peace, if they ditch the dinner with her side of the family. It felt almost bizarre, saying that phrase, because technically Colin was not her husband, not even her fiance and relatively speaking, her family was simply her family, he didn’t have any obligations towards them.

But Colin was a good boyfriend. He knew what a bitch Portia and Prudence could be, and would never allow Pen to deal with them on her own. The years she spent dealing with their crap alone were more than enough, and now that he finally came to his senses about his feelings, he was going to be there to protect her for the rest of their lives.

Colin was looking at Penelope as she was driving to her family house and couldn’t help but notice how tired and distracted she was. She was still driving safely but her sour mood was visible.

‘Hey, Pen, wanna switch? I can drive for the rest of the way.’

‘No, there’s no need to. I’m fine, it’s not a long drive.’

‘Are you sure? I know you didn’t get much sleep last night.’

She really didn’t. Her insomnia was back and she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than two hours every night for the last two weeks. She tried to convince him that she was fine, but he could call her bluff at the blink of an eye.

‘Fine, you can drive.’

He smiled at her as she pulled over and gave him a quick kiss as she got out of the car.

‘Thank you, babe.’

***

The dinner was an absolute and utter disaster. Portia Featherington was one of the biggest bitches in the world. She knew how much Pen was working and that she didn't sleep well, and yet the only thing she could say to Penelope was that she should start wearing more makeup and that her figure was not suitable for someone with her weight. Colin had enough of her bullshit.

‘Penelope is working really hard because Mrs. Danbury offered her a possible promotion but she has to prove herself and she works her arse off. And she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and if you can’t see it, then you’re fucking blind.’

Colin stood up from his chair, grabbed Pen by hand and dragged her out of the fucking madhouse. He was so furious he realised that he hadn’t said a word to Penelope until they were half way through to their flat.

‘I’m sorry, love. I know it is your family but I couldn’t just sit there and listen as they offended my brilliant girlfriend.’

‘No, I wanted to thank you for having my back there.’

‘Everyday.’

Penelope has realised that for a long time now, she stopped associating home with a place but with a person. At this very moment their old beat up ford was home, because Colin was there with her. She didn’t need her shitty family when she got him. He was more than enough for her. And Bridgertons were a package deal, with one you got the whole bunch, so she knew that she had more people that she could count on, than she could ever dreamt of.

‘What do you wanna do for the rest of the day?’

She thought about his question for a while. She wasn’t in the mood for anything really, she just wanted to lay in bed and maybe sleep. And maybe she wanted cuddles too.

‘Stay in bed.’

Colin looked at her and smirked.

‘Colin Bridgerton!’

He just smiled and kissed her knuckles.

‘We can stay in bed the whole weekend. We’ve got all the time in the world.’

Penelope sighed happily, as she was lying in his arms in her comfortable clothes. It truly was nice to have a friend.

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Channeled message: January 27, 2024

Insomnia, a hard time sleeping or a feeling of restlessness or not being able to get enough rest. Schedules and routines ruined, reset, interrupted, etc. the inner child is incredibly significant trouble in the home with your parents or with your children or with close family members are significant. The inner child is purging out old habits and trauma responses in order to prepare you to welcome a new life for yourself. Last time I mentioned birthing a new life or giving birth to your manifestations and the collective having to go through the laboring process of doing that but this moment is the ring of fire here. You’re very very close to birthing the life you’ve done the inner work for or the life you’ve asked for if you’ve asked for drastic changes or blessings to come through for you. But this process right now is the tying up of loose ends, healing from traumas especially those that held us back the most, and being able to fully let go of things and ESPECIALLY people who may have held us back or may have played a heavily significant role in our lives these past couple of years. Feelings of being unwell are likely, the flu, a cold, a fever, an upset stomach, allergies. A stuffy left nostril. Anxiety or whatever attatchment style you have may be at an all time high and presenting itself in several different ways in your life, in your tasks, in your relationships and connections both past and present, in your problem solving skills as well, etc etc. there are heavy feelings of frustration or burn out. You may feel anxious about a career choice you’ve made or something to come through for you. You have a long to do list or lots of things need to be done and you feel unable or overwhelmed. You’ve lost something or you’re running low on something important and you’ve just had a break through about something in particular or you’re about to in a few short moments. You may also be feeling harassed or heavily rugged on energetically by a past person, spiritual messages synchronicities.

#self love #self care #self improvement #self discovery #dream girl #self expression #healingjourney #self healing #manifestation #divine feminine #divine masculine #channeled messages #channeled message #messages from spirit

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Waves

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: After a long few weeks, your anxiety had built up which only contributed to your lack of sleep, so when you try and get some much needed rest, your brain doesn’t help and sends you into a panic

Warnings: anxiety, talks of mental health, insomnia, soft ending

A/N: I wrote this for my sweet bean @chrisevansdaughter I did change it a little since I usually don’t write Chris fics with a younger sibling, I tried to make it as comforting as possible so I hope this helps. I am always here to talk to anyone whenever you need, I want to provide a safe space for you to seek a friend or just some comfort! <3

Word Count: 849

The past few weeks had been absolute hell, from working piling up, your mental health taking a decline due to the cloudy grey days that January brought with it, you were exhausted, physically, and emotionally. You’d never had an easy time sleeping, but now it was even worse due to the constant battle your brain gave you every day, it’s almost comical how you hadn’t been able to catch a break for a while. I guess that’s why you opted to bury yourself in blankets on the couch in yours and Chris’s living room, calling off work for the next two weeks in an attempt to get a hold of yourself.

The fire was on under the TV and a few reruns of your favourite show were on which helped to give you some level of comfort as your anxiety picked up. The more you watched he TV, and the warmer your body got, you felt yourself start to drift off. You desperately needed sleep, but having nightmares often followed the rest you begged for, so after fighting it for a little bit, you eventually fell asleep.

All you could hear was constant screaming and loud noises as you looked around frantically, it was like you were paralyzed in your nightmare and couldn’t move. It must have been a few hours of sleep you’d managed to get before you shot up, gasping for air, a pair of hands finding your cheeks and holding you steady

“Hey, hey, hey…breathe honey…it’s okay, I’m here”

“I-I..s-so loud”

Chris looked at you with concern as tears started to fall down your cheeks, his thumbs catching some of them as they fell

“You’re okay, you’re safe…did you have another nightmare?”

You nodded your head, hands moving to hold his wrists almost as if to check if he was really right in front of you, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths, Chris sending gentle praise your way until you opened your eyes again to look at him

“It was the same one…I just wanted to s-sleep, and i’m so tired”

He nodded listening to you as you spoke

“I even called off work for two weeks because they w-won’t give me a break, I just need a break Chris”

Chris could feel his heartbreak seeing his girl so exhausted, the sound of pure burnout evident in her voice, wishing he could snap his fingers and make everything better, so for now he opted to get up onto the couch and cuddle in beside you, bringing you to his chest and letting you lay your tired body against his

“Okay sweet girl, tell you what, the next two weeks we’re gonna spend some time just you and me, we’ll figure out how to help you sleep easier, maybe take a trip with Dodger up to the cabin for a few days to get away from the city? Whatever you need to feel better, I’ll support and help you in any way I can”

Before you could answer, Dodger had shown up obviously hearing his name, and took his place on the couch, opting to lay on your lap, the pressure helping to ease some of the anxiety you still felt

“Hi bub…you heard your name huh?”

The pup looked at you with his big brown eyes as you rubbed a hand over the fur on his head, no doubt sensing your discomfort and wanting to help in any way he could

“I like the sound of that…I think just spending time the three of us will help”

Chris pressed a few kisses to your temple while his arms tightened around you, adding another layer of safety for your mind that had now begun to quiet down

“Alright, so you let me figure everything out, and I’ll take care of it all, we’re gonna get you feeling better in no time, I love you, I hope you know that, and I am so proud of you”

Blinking back another round of tears you lifted your head away from his chest to place a kiss on his lips

“I love you too, always, thanks for taking such good care of me…”

He smiled tucking you back against him and pulling the blankets up over your shoulder, Dodger moving to get more comfortable too

“I will always do whatever I can to help you feel your best, no matter what life throws at you, no matter how high the waves get, I will always be here to help you through it.”

For the first time in a few days, you were able to feel nothing but the calm and quiet your boys and home brought you. It was going to be a long road of getting you the support and help you needed, but Chris was going to be there every step of the way. He wouldn’t leave you stranded, and he sure as hell wouldn’t leave you to face these challenges alone. As long as he had you in his arms, he’d do his absolute best to keep you safe, and protected…and Dodger would too.

#chrisevans #chrisevansxreader #chris evans x fluff #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x girlfriend!reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x reader #we love chrisevansdaughter🤍🤍#ruesfriends💛#rueswrites

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bangtanhoneys · 11 months

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BTS Moments: Seokjin & Grace - Dancing in the Kitchen

Everyone else had long gone to bed and the cameras were long turned off, the staff having left as well so the first proper night for In the Soop would be well spent resting. However for the two eldest, Jin & Grace, they were still in the kitchen cleaning up from the dinner they had prepared for everyone. Jin tackled the dining table and brought everything to the counter so Grace could wash the dishes by hand as she hated using a dishwasher.

“There’s food in areas where there shouldn’t be,” Jin complained as he reached down to wipe up food that had left someone's chopsticks. It took another good scrub at the floor before the stain cleared and Jin stood to stretch his back, wincing slightly at the click it gave. He was getting old. Too old.

“Well, you know who that will be,” Grace said from where she stood at the sink, rinsing a bowl under the tap before wiping it clean and putting it on the rack to dry. She was a traditionalist in the sense of never using gloves when washing dishes, preferring to get her hands dirty and never, ever, using the dishwasher which she believed never did a good job. Jungkook didn’t like microwaves, she didn’t like dishwashers.

“It’s either Taehyung or Joonie, Jungkook inhales his food before it's even on his chopsticks,” Jin placed the last of the dishes on the counter and threw away the wipe he was using. He grabbed a cloth and began drying the dishes Grace had done, putting them away as he did so.

“It’s going to be Joonie, let's be honest. Poor guy was trying not to fall asleep into his bowl,” Grace sighed at the state of one of the pans and glared at Jin, showing him the food that had stuck to the base.

“Don’t look at me, Yoongi was in charge of that dish.”

“Yoongi and his paste,” she muttered under her breath while scrubbing the pan to such ferocity that Jin took a step back.

They both were tired, too tired to be washing dishes at midnight but Grace was the one who hated going to bed when there were dirty dishes waiting for her in the morning. She would prefer delaying going to her bed to make sure she didn’t have any unexpected dishes unless you were Taehyung who had a case of insomnia and left five glasses in the sink that he had used for his milk.

Jin opened his phone and brought up his playlist, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker and turned the volume low enough so they both could hear it but they weren’t going to disturb anyone else. Classical music filtered out and instantly he saw Grace’s shoulders relax.

She handed the last pan to him to dry then washed the sink down with fresh water, clearing any suds away from the sink and her hands. “There, done,” she sighed as she wiped her hands on the cloth that Jin handed her while putting the pan away.

“Come here,” Jin gently took hold of her hands and pulled her to him, holding her close to his chest which she instantly sunk against.

“What are we doing?”

“Slow dancing,” was the reply as Jin rocked the two of them back and forth, slowly moving around the small space of the kitchen.

It was just the two of them, on their own. No children (sorry! boys), no cameras, no crew. It was just Seokjin and Grace, the couple who were hiding away from the world after finally giving in to their feelings back in January 2018.

The two slowly twirled around the kitchen until they were stopped by Grace letting out a large yawn, not managing to hide it in time.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I believe the boys have more plans to harass you tomorrow,” Jin chuckled as he turned his music off and the lights. They left the main house and headed to the room the building they were both going to share. Unfortunately, they couldn’t share a bed or a room as cameras had been installed and they had promised to be on their best behaviour, so the building itself with Yoongi as their roommate was going to be the best bet.

Jin pressed his lips to the top of Grace’s head, holding her there for a moment. “I promise not to wake you before nine,” he said as he pulled away, gave her hand a squeeze then let her go.

“If you see Jungkook heading my way, distract him.”

“No promises.”

#bts 8th member #bts scenarios #bts additional member #bts reactions #bts eighth member #bts female member #seokjin fluff #seokjin x oc

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mayra-quijotescx · 3 months

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I am delighted to announce that this drawing and the other three results of my January 2024 episode of "Mayra Is Very Normal About The Locked Tomb Series" will be in Insomnia Gallery's upcoming Love You To Death exhibit! I will share the other three here in the leadup to the show date for my non-Houstonian beloveds, but if you're in town on February 9, slap on an N95 and try to swing by! (Get there early if you're like me about crowds, that gallery space fills up QUICK.)

(Description in Alt ID, love y'all.)

#quijotescx draws sometimes #library checkout card #book card art #the locked tomb #tlt #nona the ninth #ntn #I gotta go get some mats and frames stat though. i am fresh out.#finally beat a submission deadline again! WE ARE BACK BABY!!

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diazfox · 9 months

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I have a lot of thoughts about Red, White & Royal Blue (both the book and the movie). If you manage to read through the whole thing, I would love to hear your thoughts and feelings! Please feel free to interact. If you don't feel like reading through the brain dump of a random girl from nowhere, here's a summary: movie was great, but the book remains undefeated, plus a pathetic attempt at rallying for a petition to make this into a series.

I first read the book in january 2023 (I was very late to booktok I'm sorry) and have been obsessed since then. I have re-read it multiple times and have pages of annotations in my pdf copy. as a huge literature nerd, thematic expressions, plot and character development mean so much to me. While it's not a crime to interpret this book as an idealistic and purely romantic piece of fiction, I think there is plenty to value in the way family, politics and self-discovery is illustrated in the novel.

To me, it's really the intricacies that give so much to life to many scenes and characters. June standing up for Alex even when he never outright asked for it, staying in the white house for him instead of pursuing her own dreams. June feeling trapped and chained down being born into a life of politics, while Alex, entirely optimistic and determined, revels in it. Nora being introduced as a tech junkie who gives it to him straight while June is the more soft-spoken one, but Nora being the one to deliver the most important cold hard truths that wake Alex up multiple times throughout the book. How Alex is who is because he has these 2 girls who provide him with 2 different support systems - June who understands the struggles of the public eye, the divorce of his parents, being biracial, and Nora who understands the realm of queerness and shares his passion in politics. Rafael Luna's story arc and the triple-crossing. How Alex looked up to him so fervently, how Luna has his own dark past that made him who is today.

and Henry... (cue BIG DREAMY SIGH) The harrowing reality that someone so special not only to him but both Bea and his mom as well left all of them so bereaved that his mom completely shut off and Bea turned to a life of drugs. His father who symbolised everything that the crown frowned upon, and stole his mother's royal-blooded heart anyways. How Henry was probably brought up to be fearless and strong just like his parents but his entire family was snatched from him at such a young age that it left him stranded and lost, leaving him no choice but to follow the path of royal traditions, being pushed and shoved around however they deemed fit. and when he did get older and privy to his sexuality, it was too late to turn back and stand his ground to say "No, I don't want this life." The pills, the insomnia, the piece of himself that's been lost forever, that nothing and nobody will ever be able to replace. Percy being his only escape from the royal lifestyle, how he was willing to share a part of his life's works for Henry to experience outside his mundane royal duties, something Henry chooses to do instead of being forced to. Bea stepping up after realising how she needs to do better not only for herself but for her brother as well, that all they have is each other and she needs to fight for them. Bea being the protective sister who explains to Alex how Henry misses his dad, and that he needs to be comfortable with the fact that there will always be a part of Henry that Alex might never be able to reach. Henry's mom stepping up in the end, not willing to lose her son the way she lost her husband, how Henry is the closest living reminder to the love of her life, born with his heart on his sleeve.

Their emails. Henry and his beautiful monologues depicting grief and love. How he has never bared his heart out like that to anyone, yet when he finally found the right person, everything was leaked to the entire world. The multiple references to historical figureheads and literature that actually give "History, huh? Bet we could make some" all it's meaning.

The tension in the confrontation with the queen. The nervous wreck that election night put me in. The political journey of this book further helped to solidify the idealistic, fairytale-like nature of the novel and its ending. It left me with such an overwhelming sense of comfort, like coming back to my childhood home (quite literally in Alex's case).

Ellen and Zahra's relationship, Oscar and Luna's relationship, Oscar saying Ellen will always be the love of his life... the list is literally endless. I could go on forever. I laughed, I cried, I screamed into my pillow, I stared out my window wistfully, wondering how people can feel so much so deeply.

All these details that bring so much colour and dimension to the plot convinced me that it would be a crime not to make a live action of this book. But that is not to say that the movie was bad. I had already prepared myself beforehand to handle the disappointment of not getting all 500 pages verbatim, and I understand the directional choices made to focus solely on Alex and Henry's relationship, not having the luxury of time. Viewing the movie as something separate from the book, it was beautifully executed and I have already watched it 3 times now.

But... just to put it out there...

Imagine a live action with everything I mentioned above, though. Wouldn't it be lovely to go on all these journeys with all these people together with Alex and Henry? And it's not something completely impossible is it? I think even an animated series would be sublime but is it really too much to ask for the novel to be made into a proper series? I feel like Casey has given us such a wholesome and never-seen-before story that deserves every nook and cranny to be explored and made into film. We have had so many versions of Little Women and Pride & Prejudice, so I'm holding out hope that a rwrb series is not an impossible feat. Taylor and Nick will always be Alex and Henry in my head, but that's something I'm personally willing to trade for a longer series made with even more people and further explorations that the movie couldn't afford to make.

My sister asked me last month why I kept losing my marbles everytime a new photo or clip dropped. Said that "it's just a random book, get over it". I think this book means a lot to many different people from different walks of life. Minority race, being biracial, coming to terms with bisexuality, dealing with divorce, dealing with the public eye, being born into a family that you don't entirely identify with, losing a loved one, dealing with mental illnesses, dealing with grief, standing up to authority, being outed, letting yourself love and be loved. This book encapsulates such a vast array of experiences and emotions that I'm confident that I'm not the only one who feels this strongly about "just a random book".

Casey really did make history, didn't they?

#alex claremont diaz #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #prince henry fox mountchristen windsor #alexhenry #prince henry rwrb #rwrb movie #nora holleran #zahra bankston #casey #casey mcquiston #history huh

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