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charlottecutepie · 2 months

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𐙚 How was your date, doll? (William Afton x fem!reader)

In honor of reaching >200 followers, this is a little gift from me <3 thanks for your feedback, comments and reblogs, it means a lot to me!!

After a bad date, your boss William Affon is more than glad to help you.

tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, doggy style, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degrading and praising, dirty talk, dumbification, sir kink, manipulations, secret filming

You have been working for William not so long ago, but you have already become his most beloved employee. He treats you in a special way, even forgiving you for being late. He likes to hand you a cup of coffee in the morning when he sees his beloved girl yawning adorably, still sleepy on the morning shift. He likes to stroke your hair gently at the end of the day, thanking you for your work. He truly appreciates you.

He has been watching you for a long time, noting your habits, your communication style, your gestures. You're so friendly, even already found friends in the team. William saw that many people liked you, visitors and colleagues, of course, such a good and smiling doll. He often wondered if his lovely girl had a boyfriend. Most likely, yes? You're so pretty and sweet, your eyes, lips, nose, everything is so beautiful about you, of course you have a boyfriend. William must be an idiot if he even allowed the idea that his girl was single.

But there was still hope, so he decided to test the water.

“You look so tired, doll. How about I give you a ride to your house?” he killed two birds with one stone. A pet name and ride offer. How will his baby react? William is holding himself together, nothing superfluous, right? It's just goodwill. You're so tired, barely standing on your feet.

“That's so sweet of you, Mr. Afton,” you look at him in surprise and the corners of your lips rise. “yeah, please, I'm so exhausted and my feet hurt.” It's the first time you've got in his car. Doubts crept into William's mind, if you had a boyfriend, you'd turn him down, right?

It's so interesting to talk to you, you're a good listener, and William has a lot to tell you, and at the same time ask you a couple of questions while you're sleepy. Just to make sure that his girl isn't in a relationship.

As he drops you off at your house, William tries his best to look casual. “Goodnight, doll,” he whispers softly, gently stroking a lock of your hair behind your ear. And here's another action that you didn't reject. If you had a boyfriend, you wouldn't let other man touch you like that, would you?

More time has passed, and with it more names have been added to you, more touches, more glances from Mr. Afton. You got along pretty well, William always found an approach to people. However his affection for you only grows stronger, but your personal life is changing too, just yesterday one person invited you on a date. If only William knew.

He's suspicious; something about your demeanor today isn't quite right. You're obviously acting more cheerful than usual, wearing makeup for the first time he's seen you which somehow makes you even more beautiful. You whisper to your friends, giggle softly, covering your mouth with your hand, a slight blush on your cheeks. Who are you talking about? William's gut tells him there's something different about his beloved girl today. What are you hiding?

“Mr. Afton?” his thoughts and assumptions are interrupted by your voice, he adjusts his glasses, slightly lost, he clearly wasn't listening to what you asked him a minute ago. He politely asks you to repeat it. “Uhm. . . I was wondering if I could leave early today?”

William raises an eyebrow thoughtfully. “Why exactly? Work isn't over yet.” a small smile tugs at his lips. “Unless there's some emergency. . .”

“It's just that I have an important meeting today.” your palms sweating slightly and your voice doesn't sound as confident as you want.

He raises his eyebrows, an amused gleam in his eyes. “A meeting, huh? Sounds interesting. Who is it with?”

And that's when you can no longer fight the feeling that you're lying to a person who trusts you a lot. Your excitement is becoming more noticeable and William already understands that this isn't an ordinary meeting. He's not stupid, but his jealous nature didn't want to believe to the last that you'd sooner or later find someone. And that's when he hears from his sweet girl, “I'm going on a date, sir,” fuck, the way you say it in such happy and naive tone, as if yourself can't fully realize it yet.

He doesn't want to let you go, he hates the idea of someone touching his beloved girl, kissing your lips, having. . . sex with you?

But everything changes the very next day, when you appear at work with your head down, your sweet face is tinged with sadness. You're distracted, silent, thoughtful.

“How was your date, doll?” a question when you don't expect it at all. The shift was already coming to an end, and you, all confused in your thoughts, didn't even notice. You give him a sad look, hoping that he'll read the answer in your eyes. But William still looks worried, even though he knows what happened, he needs his girl to admit it.

You look around. “I don't really want to talk about it.” you mumble.

You're just shy because you don't want anyone else to hear, William knows. That's why he leans towards you, too close. “Let's go to my office.” he offers, his voice tempting.

When you find yourself in his office, he closes the door behind you and sits down on a small couch in the corner, beckoning you to join him. You feel a little stiff and insecure, but as soon as you sit down next to Mr. Afton, your anxiety evaporates, and you feel a bit better. You trust him very much, you really need to hear a second opinion, especially from such a mature and experienced person as William Afton, who, although divorced, was married anyway. It's hard to hide your emotions, especially when you're new to this experience and relationships overall, when it's your first kisses, touches, hugs.

That's when he looks so sympathetic, interested in helping you and says, “Tell me what happened.” you obediently blurt out everything. You explain to him, your voice quiet and sometimes you're silent, as if afraid to say too much. You tell William everything, how your date started out sweet, romantic, how good it was in the beginning, and then when he started touching you, kissing not only your lips, but also your neck and collarbone, you stopped liking it. It became unbearable, uncomfortable, you didn't want this person, you felt no desire. It's an inexplicable feeling that you've experienced. And in some way, you even blame yourself for rejecting your so called boyfriend.

“I was lost, so I let him touch me. I knew that sooner or later we would go further, but for some reason I didn't want to do this with. . .” you pause thoughtfully. “him.”

“Did he touch you here?” William puts his hand on your thigh. You shudder, such a strange question that you definitely never expected. But trusting William, you think that's the way it should be and nod. “Was it unpleasant or uncomfortable?”

“I didn't feel anything,” you shrug helplessly. “and then it felt like he didn't understand my signal and started kissing me more aggressively, it was too much for me.”

“It's completely normal to feel this way,” William explains, stroking your thigh. “Some people just can't be physically attracted to certain partners. It's not a reflection on you. The important thing is that you listen to your own body and emotions, if something doesn't feel right, trust yourself enough to speak up.” he's trying to ease your discomfort, as he talks, his fingers move slowly higher on your leg, gradually reaching closer to a forbidden zone.

You get goosebumps, immediately there's a feeling of warmth that spreads nicely through your body, such an acute reaction to William's touch, something that you never experienced with your boyfriend.

You're his naive little bunny, so trusting, sweet, blinded, yet curious about his opinion, craving his advice and help, support. “Your body knows what it wants, princess. You felt weird because your gut told you he wasn't the right one to satisfy you. On a subconscious level, you realized that he's not the person you would like to give yourself to. You need someone who understands your body. Someone capable enough to pleasure you, doll.”

William notices something much more than just guilt in your eyes, something sparking in them. That's when he catches your gaze on his lips, your eyes dreamy, as if you're not listening to him at all.

“I can give you that, darling. You deserve to be satisfied fully, someone who knows what they're doing and won't disappoint you.” you contemplating his words, comparing him to your boyfriend; William seems more understanding, experienced and dominant than any man you knew. “because I'm well aware of how to pleasure a girl like you.”

You don't pull away and let William kiss you, his hand squeezes your thigh, causing you to moan softly into his mouth. This is the first time you've felt so sensitive, you gasp when finally his hand slides to your clothed pussy. Your brows furrow and you let out a sudden “ahhh” as you pull away, lips parted. William continues moving his palm all over your core, his fingers rubbing you through panties, your skirt hiking up.

“You're wet just because I kissed you, doll. Was it different with him?”

“Much different,” you breathe out. “this. . . feels better.” your pussy throbbing in anticipation as his fingers push the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing you to his hungry eyes. “Sir, i don't know if—"

“I want to help you figure this out. We're already halfway there, we've already found out that your body doesn't want him, honey. I don't want you to get upset about yourself or men, I don't want you to think that sex is something unpleasant.” he understands that his little girl still in doubt, that you're shy, your face is confused, your lips are pursed, you're afraid to make a moan, but your eyes speak for you. So pleading, so needy, begging.

His thumb caresses your sensitive bundle and you whimper, grinding subtly against his finger, wanting more of those new sensations. Your curious gaze drops lower, noticing a distinct bulge in William's pants. “He had one too when we kissed. . .” you mutter. William gently guides your hand towards the outline of his erection through his pants.

“Of course he did,” he husks out. “It's impossible not to get hard around someone as beautiful as you.” William feels like his dick is about to explode right in his pants as your hand hesitantly starts stroking his bulge. You've never felt anything so hard before; he notices his little girl's eyes widen at the size of him, making you even wetter. “That's right, babygirl. Let your hands explore, feel just how much you affect me.”

“Has he ever made you cum, doll?”

“No, i couldn't. . .”

“Then let me take care of that.” William doesn't stop rubbing your little clit with his fingers, moving in smooth circle movements, what makes your head spin. You spread your legs wider due to overwhelming bliss, breathing heavily, your hand no longer on his bulge as you hold onto his wrist instead, as if trying to stop him or control, but not really, yourself don't know what your doing.

“Ahh— Nn, that feels weird!. . .” your body writhing beneath his touch. “S-sir, wait, wait!” you moan, he never stops stroking your wet folds.

“Just let go, babygirl, it's okay, you're supposed to feel that way.” he purrs in your ear. The sounds you're making are too loud, but beautiful for a man like William, so he doesn't give a fuck, rubbing your clit just a little bit faster to bring you to orgasm. As you cum, your body shudder uncontrollably, your hole clenching around nothing. “Such a good girl.” you bury your face in his shoulder to muffle the gasps escaping your lips, because you've never felt anything as this before.

His erection aches painfully in his pants at the sight of his girl coming in his arms. You just realize what happened. “S-sir. . . That—”

“Didn't expect you to cum that fast.” he smirks and continues stroking your sensitive clit even after your orgasm subsides, making you jolt. You feel embarrassed at this comment now. “Now that's what happens when you're in hands of experienced man, princess.”

His words and especially calm yet dominating tone of voice have your pussy throbbing with need again, your mind hazy. You blink couple of times, still trying to come to your senses, but it's so fucking hard when his hands never leave your body, caressing you, even groping you. You bat your eyelashes at him as his fingers teases your wet entrance.

“Your body didn't react that way to him, did it?”

“No. . . ” you whisper.

“That's what I thought," he hums, finally slipping one finger inside your warm, wet cunt. You immediately gasp, feeling sudden stretch, William takes a deep breath as you squeeze his finger. “such a tight little pussy. No wonder your boyfriend couldn't get you even wet.” he pumps his finger in and out of you, watching your face contorted with pleasure.

“Sir, ohh. . .”

“That's it, keep calling me that and I'll make sure to train this pussy cumming only on my cock and fingers,” he growls, adding another finger inside your already wet slit while kissing a trail along your neck. He pinches and rolls your clit between his fingers. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d be out there as a dried up little bitch who never got any satisfaction.”

“No, oh!. . .” you babble and glance at him in surprise, not expecting such degrading words, but as soon as your messy pussy clenches on his fingers, he can't help, but laugh. “Too much—”

“It's okay, bunny,” William curls his fingers up inside you, pressing on that sweet and sensitive spot that have you choking on your moans. “I'm just giving you what that prick of yours supposed to, making you squirt over my fingers, feels good, hm?” that's when he picks up a speed, finger-fucking you in fast rhythm, a small puddle forms on the couch under you.

“Waittt!. . . Ohh god, i can't! It feels so weird, sir,” there's panic in your voice as now this feeling is definitely not comparable to the previous orgasm, you sob and maintain eye contact with William, too shy to look down. He's pumping his fingers in your tight pussy, reaching deeper. “Please, wait!”

Your mouth hangs open and eyes roll back as you coat coach under you and drip on his fingers. William enjoys that cute scared and confused look on his little girl's face, he can feel the hotness of your cunt as you squirt, wet sloppy fucking filthy sounds it makes. You look absolutely hot and there's no way he's that lucky to finally have you in his hands.

“Damn it, doll, you should be grateful that I'm here teaching you how to properly fuck.” William pulls his fingers out, a satisfied smirk as he looks at the mess he created. “I bet you don't even know what an orgasm feels like until I gave it to you.”

Your eyes full with tears, body weak as you watch how William sucks his fingers clean, groaning at your heavenly taste. He manhandles you, putting you on all fours, slipping your panties off and unbuttoning your shirt to have access to your bare breasts. You don't even get what's going on, it's like your brain has leaked out through your pussy, but you love the way he behaves. That's what you needed. You press back into him and then hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, you nervous, but still glance over your shoulder with puppy eyes, lips pouty and cheeks burning. William pulls down his pants and reveals his cock.

“Tell me, princess, did the thought of his dick turn you on?“ you shake your head, he sighs. “You made a mistake, admit it, you stumbled, but you know, you're still a good girl because you came to your senses in time. You came to me, as a good girl should, that's because you know you need something better than him.” William's words make you almost cry at how true they are. In fact, you didn't like your boyfriend, you just didn't want to admit it, just was happy someone noticed you and liked you, but having a man like William around, it was hard not to succumb.

“It didn't feel right with him, as if there should have been someone other. . . Not him.” William teases his tip against your slit, rubbing sensually, you grip the couch, too desperate to finally feel him inside.

“You made the right decision, doll, you know that I'll always help you.” he tells you, while his hands carefully and gently fix your hair, all this time you feel his swollen cock runs through your folds. “It's good that you came to me, because someone else could just take advantage of you. But not me, sweetie, I'm here for you.”

“Please, sir, put it in, please—”

“You didn't beg him like that, did you?” his hands grabs your hips, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave marks.

You shook your head, feeling a real fire igniting inside as your body doesn't obey, but begs for what it didn't receive on yesterday's date. A real good fuck.

“That's right,” he smacks your ass, pushing only tip inside of you, but that already enough to make your eyes widen and choked cry escape from your mouth. “you should feel lucky that I've taken notice of you and offered my help. Imagine if some other filthy jerk had gotten ahold of such clueless doll like you?”

“No, mr. Afton,” you're not yet able to realize what that feeling is, because you simply don't know, you're mindless, but every nerve is on edge, you're trembling with desperation. “i don't want anyone else, just you!”

“Fuck, you're so fucking hot inside, bunny,” William groans huskily as he pushes his length fully, your walls welcoming him with warmness and crazy tightness. Your knees weak, but William's hands wraps around you, not letting his precious girl fall. He leans towards you, almost pressing you into the couch, his breath on your skin. “sh, sh, babygirl, don't cry, don't cry,” he mutters in your ear while slowly starting to move. He frowns, trying not to moan loudly himself, but how can he hold back when your little pussy is so perfectly wrapped around his dick? So wet, warm and— “oh fuuuck, bunny!. . .”

You're shaking under him, mewling loudly and drooling as you cum, just from having his cock inside. Your eyes filled with sweet tears and nonstop “ohmygoood” slipping from your lips.

“You're full of surprises, dear.” William smiles and presses your head into the couch to shut you up. You can't make noise in the workplace, the most important rule. And that's when he fucks all the air and the last remnants of the brain out of you, starting to slam into your throbbing cunt. “Your taking me so well.”

William's dick presses deeper into you, your back arches. He knows what he does to you, but you don't, not yet. You swear you can feel his cock already penetrating where it's impossible, so deep in you that it begins to cause discomfort and pain. But you can't stop the madness that's going on, completely forgotten even your boyfriend's name, and what happened yesterday, as if no date ever happened. As if everything is as it should be, William Afton balls deep inside you, fucking your brains out, as it should be. All you can do is feel his cock filling you up, as it should.

“Nnggh— that feels, ohh— please!” you say through watery eyes, trying to wiggle your ass to draw him deeper into your pussy, but his grip on you is firm, so you have no choice but to just let yourself be used as a fleshlight.

Oh, poor little helpless and needy doll, William thinks. He sees how you grip the couch tighter, your glassy eyes, vision blurry, head empty, but cunt filled.

“You shouldn't have ignored your desires before.” he groans. “You're such a good girl, you deserve my dick, every fucking inch of it. I'll make you my little slut, who'll come to me at the end of the shift to have her pussy well fucked and filled with my cum. Every weekend at my place, where you can scream as loud as you want as I ruin your pussy.”

“That, nnngh— sounds so beautiful, sir.” you turn your head slightly towards William and give him the perfect view of how messy you are, dumbfounded, with silly smile on your peachy face, brows furrowed, drooling, your gaze isn't focused on him.

He thrusts roughly into you and you cry loudly when his tip reaches your cervix. He fucks you into oblivion. You're nearing your orgasm, your pussy preparing to cum one more time. William ruts deep into you, having no mercy on his girl as he lets his cock slide along your walls. The beautiful sounds your pussy squelching, your muffled cries and begs, of skin slapping filling his office.

“Yeahhh, I'll take care of you, don't you worry.” he grunts, you're breathless and limp in his arms, but when his hand travels down, his fingers finding your clit and starting to circle it, your closing your legs, shaking. “Spread them.” he commands you, but you can't really obey as your clit is way too sensitive and overstimulated. “I said spread your damn legs, doll.”

“No, no, sir, please— too sensitive, i can't!” you whine, your throat dry, but that only annoy him so he forces your legs open. His pace getting faster and his fingers rubbing on your bundle, what makes your mouth open in silent scream.

Soon his thrusts become sloppier, his dick twitching from how tight your clenching on him as if trying to milk him dry. William buries his cock deep inside you, low quiet moan leaves him as he spills his seed against your cervix, claiming you as his. Your orgasm hits you in next seconds, right after William's, what makes him laugh almost mockingly when he sees how his little doll becoming shaking mess, your hips moving in smooth circles as you cum, feeling warmth of his sperm inside you.

“Th. . . Thank you, mr. Afton.” William pulls out and his cum starts leaking of your used hole little by little.

You close your eyes and weaken, falling onto the couch fully now. Your panties on the floor, which is already stained with your juices mixed with his sperm, you don't even want to look there. No, right now you're not ashamed, not embarrassed, you just don't give a fuck, you felt so good that you won't be able to come to your senses for a long time. Even the glass of water that William handed you with big care won't bring you to reality. You're so tired that you don't even notice William turning off the camera in the corner of his office.

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star-hoon · 4 days

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VERSION OF ME — (p. sunghoon)

"CAN YOU LOVE THE VERSION OF ME, I DON'T LET ANYBODY ELSE SEE?"

— MASTERLIST

pairing: sunghoon x fem reader (oneshot)

includes/warnings (16+): comfort/healing from dark past! au — fluff, angst, profanity, comfort, implied reader has scars, mentions of food/eating (let me know if i missed anything!)

word count: 1.8k [not proofread]

synopsis: you and sunghoon have been dating for a few months now and he is the definition of your prince charming. but you are finally forced to uncover what you've been hiding from him, and it makes you fear you’ll lose him.

DISCLAIMER: this fic does mention/imply reader has SH scars. it is mentioned without detail and sunghoon is comforting reader about them. *as someone who used to SH, i would never ever mean to trigger anyone. so if this could potentially trigger you, do not read/please proceed with caution.*

author’s note: omg thank you to everyone who read my 'obsessed' & 'intermission' AND for over 110 followers!

i hope you're all okay with this fic idea even its a little on the darker side. but i promise its fluffy n hoon is a sweetie. this one is dedicated to all of you out there who have overcome hardships in the past or dealing with hardships right now, with physical or mental scars. you are so strong, beautiful, and loved!! <3

VERSION OF ME SOUNDTRACK

it was yet the end of another long and arduous day at work. you dragged your feet into the doorway of your apartment, hanging up your bag on the hook in the entry way and removing your shoes that you could feel were forming blisters on your heels.

sighing, you make a beeline to your bedroom. nothing sounded better than a hot shower to change into some comfy clothes. well, maybe one thing sounded better.

cuddling with your boyfriend sunghoon. and his deep voice and hearty laugh. and his silly puns and dad jokes. and him getting so excited talking about film cameras. just—him.

you had never been one to be very clingy nor dependent with your boyfriends. you just valued your own time and pursuing your own goals, but that doesn't mean you care about them any less.

that's why when you and sunghoon started dating 4 months ago, you felt something click in that regard. he fully understood your introverted ways and wouldn't be like the previous guys and complain about feeling 'neglected' or that you were too cold because he knew exactly how it felt to need alone time/your own space and he respected it.

but even still, when you are together he treats you like an absolute princess. carrying your purse for you when you go shopping, opening the car door for you, standing on the side of the sidewalk that faces the street. he also emotionally cared for you, listening to you rant about things big and small and always reassuring you the day before you have a big presentation at work. you felt so deeply cared for and understood, it made your affection for him blossom even more every day.

today was a day that both you and sunghoon had busy schedules so you weren't going to see each other. but you missed him and wanted nothing more than his comforting presence to fill your currently empty apartment.

you made your way to the bathroom, removing your uncomfortable work clothes. as you stood there uncovered you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. you stared down at your arms, the dark marks that littered your skin. you knew you couldn't hide this from him forever.

before you could let any more negative thoughts consume you, you hopped into the shower hoping the hot water can wash away your stress and worries.

after your shower that probably lasted a little too long in some water that was probably a little too hot, you heard a knock at your front door. you peeked to the corner of your phone amidst the tik tok scrolling 10:38 pm.

considering how late it was you were suspicious so you tiptoed to the front door, glancing through the peep hole. it was sunghoon. even though you should feel giddy and excited at the sight of your boyfriend, a twinge of panic arose. you were just wearing a tshirt so your arms were fully exposed, not expecting company. you ran and grabbed the first hoodie you could find. it happened to be one of his.

you opened the front door and there sunghoon stood as handsome as ever, with a bouquet of flowers and a takeout bag. you pouted at the sight in front of you—you were the luckiest girl alive. this was exactly what you needed after a day like today.

"hi hoonie" you softly greeted him, gently hugging him and he leaned down to give you a peck on the cheek. "...what's all this?"

he spoke as he took off his shoes and made his way into the kitchen. "sorry for dropping by so suddenly, i knew weren't planning on seeing each other today but i knew you had a long day and you were gonna be home late so i thought you would want some food. it's your favorite from the restaurant downtown." you nearly started crying, how could be so sweet?

"don't be sorry. thank you, you are seriously the best hoon i missed you a lot today."

"i missed you too. just sit and relax baby, i'll plate everything up for you" sunghoon always insisted on plating food even if it was takeout. he believed it made it taste better, the notion always made you laugh.

despite offering to split the meal with him, he insisted he didn't want any saying he ate dinner earlier. but as you two sat at the dining table chatting about your day, you fed him forkful after forkful anyways.

after finishing the meal you convinced sunghoon to let you wash the dishes. he eventually complied, standing next to you at the sink drying the 3 total dishes you had to wash.

no matter how small the gesture sunghoon was willing to do anything and everything to make it easier for you. you were convinced he came straight out of a fairytale—but your fantasy was going to come crashing down.

"y/n...why do you never roll up your sleeves when you wash the dishes? they're gonna get all wet!" his tone playful.

"i-its fine hoon, these are just a few dishes anyways" you try force a small laugh as a chill runs down your spine.

"come on sweetheart lemme roll 'em up for you..."

"i said it fine-"

his hand reaches towards your sleeves, pulling them up your arm slightly. you reflexively move away from him, your mind went into overdrive.

"SUNGHOON STOP! I SAID IT'S FINE!" your arm harshly shoved his body away from yours, the glass you were holding flying out of your hand. the sound of the glass shattering on the kitchen floor seemed to echo in the room.

silence fell between you two. your eyes wide and brimming with tears, your chest heaving from your heavy breathing. all you could was cup your hands over your mouth, your eyes looking at the broken glass a few feet away from you and then to your boyfriend. his expression made you sick. he has never looked at you this way. you couldn't tell if he was scared, angry, sad. it didn't matter.

"hoon i-i'm so so sorry, i didn't mean to push you. fu-fuck the glass i'm sorry i'll clean it up" large streams of tears flowed down your cheeks and you managed to get the sentence out in between sobs.

you felt yourself spiraling. you dropped to your knees and crawled towards the broken glass. the sight of the the pieces blurry from your tears and you picked up the pieces with your hands and putting the shards in your palm.

sunghoon was more confused than angry at you, it all happened so fast he barely had time to react. but seeing you pick up the shards of glass with your bare hands snapped him back to reality. he dropped down in front of you on the floor.

"baby stop! what're you doing?! you'll hurt yourself" his voiced laced with concern. he put a hand on your arm and cupped the side of your face with his other hand, wiping the tears away with him thumbs.

you couldn't stop the tears from escaping you. you couldn't believe what you just did. sunghoon was just trying to do a sweet, innocent gesture for you and in the end you hurt him. you didn't deserve him. you knew you couldn't hide it from him forever but you didn't think it would all end like this.

he leaned his forehead to yours, searching to meet your eyes. you just couldn't look at him.

"please y/n, what's going on?" his eyes wide and he pleaded for an answer. catching your breath after what felt like countless sobs, you gently placed the shards back on the floor.

"i need to tell you something hoon."

you followed sunghoon's order to meet in your room as he swept up the broken glass. you sat on your bed as you prepared how you were going to explain all of this.

you didn't want to lose him. he was the best thing that has ever happened to you. all you could imagine was his mortified or disgusted face when he sees your arms. the thought made all your tears resurface. sunghoon sat down next to you on your bed.

"i'm sorry for pushing you hoon. i shouldn't have done that." you took a deep breath before continuing.

"i-i've been hiding something from you since we met. i knew i couldn't h-hide it forever, but i never knew how or when to tell you." you didn't know what else to say to explain. you silently pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing.

your arms illuminated by the lamp on your bedside table. silent tears ran down your face as you exposed yourself to him. you have never felt so vulnerable, bare, and scared in your entire life.

"sunghoon i-" before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a silent embrace. one hand pushing your waist to be flush against him, and the other to the nape of your neck.

you eventually muster up the courage to pull away to look up at him. silent tears flowed down sunghoon's cheeks. your eyes widened, sunghoon never cried. your lip quivered at the sight. it was your turn to wipe the tears from his cheek as he did for you earlier.

"um i don't really know what else to say but this explains why i've always covered up my arms around you, why i never was intimate with you...even though i really really wanted to..." you let out a chuckle through your cries trying to lighten the mood.

"...i-i'm sorry i'm such a mess. i know you probably didn't want this going into the relationship. i just- i'm so sorry hoon... i get it if this too much for you."

"you don't have anything to be sorry for y/n..." he grabbed your hand to lace it together with his.

"...this is definitely not an easy thing to share. it just breaks my heart to see someone so kind, smart, and beautiful could do this to herself" he kissed your lips, one of his salty tears landed on your lips.

he used your currently intertwined hands to lift up your arms, placing gentle yet tender kisses to each mark on your arms, your breath hitching at his every touch. this was the first time anyone has been so close, seen you at the most vulnerable. and yet he is treating you like you are made of porcelain.

"this isn't too much y/n. i still think you are the most beautiful person i've ever met—inside and out. this is just a reminder or how strong you are and you overcame whatever you faced in the past. i hope one day you can open up and confide in me because i'm here for you baby. through the good and the bad, especially the bad. because i love you."

your heart melted at his comforting and sincere words, now shedding tears of joy.

"i-i love you too hoon, thank you"

taglist (open!): @laylasbunbunny @blackberryrains

ramblings: this made me so soft and healed my past self 🥺 would you guys like to see more full fics/series or oneshots like this?

thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think <3

reblogs, likes, & comments are always appreciated!!

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nescaveckwriter · 3 months

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Just One More🌟

Line: Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this 😱 will be in bold

A/N: YAY! Yet another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🐞 ... I heard the song from 'Little big town' and it was just too perfect, I had this idea, and well it ran away with me . 💕 I sure do hope y'all enjoy this ...💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language🫣, angst,😱 heartbreak,🥺smut.🥵

Characters: Beau Arlen x Female Reader.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2464 😅

The smell of freshly brewed coffee, fills the air, the brownish - gold liquid getting poured into the white cup, stirring in a few drops of milk, as the mug touches your lips, the liquid warms the inside of your mouth, the bold, bitter taste awakening all your senses, almost swirling around the liquid before swallowing, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold out reality a little longer, rubbing your fingers over the printed logo, 'M...R...S' a smirk, on your lips, regretting that you took the mug of the set of two 'Mr. & Mrs.' mugs, gold lettering, like the wedding bands, you were so excited the day you picked it up from the little décor shop, on your honeymoon, looking back now, it seems like a lifetime ago. The footsteps, coming from the guest bedroom, let's your eyes flung open, revealing the half-open boxes stacked everywhere.

The deep Texan, in his voice, almost echoing through the half packed up house, "Morning" he clears his throat "Uhmm, how do we..." Before he could finish his sentence, you look at him, your eyes throwing darts at his green-hazel eyes. "Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this"

A little sarcastic giggle escapes his lips, "oh yeah! Well we'll have to deal with this sometime"

You get up out the chair, standing straight up, but your husband, well soon to be ex-husband still towering over you, revealing how much smaller you are than him. "I said, I don't want to deal with this right now, can't I just have one last quiet morning in our... Uhmm in this house"

Irritation evident in his voice "listen, I just want this to be over so that we can go on with our lives"

"Well so sorry, I'm taking so much time, to just pack everything up and throw away the life we built" you hissed

"Excuse me! We both made the decision to get a divorce"

You voice barely audible "yeah I know" swallowing the emotion in your voice "I just got back from my shift at the hospital and I just need to freshen up first, then I will help sorting through the stuff okay"

His voice soft, "how was your shift?"

As you put the coffee mug in the kitchen sink you whisper "it was okay, we lost a patient today, bad car accident"

His eyes saddened as he knows how much it affects you "I'm so sorry darl..." He stops himself before finishing his sentence.

You just walk away, towards your once shared bedroom, knowing he most probably wanted to say darling, the little pet name he always used for you.

As you get into the shower, letting the hot water run over you, you let go of the hold on the floodgates behind your eyes, sobbing frantically now, holding your hand over your mouth, so that you can dampen the noises, your body shaking, as your mind drift, to the events of the past few weeks, you and Beau both agreed to get a divorce, the two of you got so busy with every day life, that the two of you started to drift further and further away, its so ironic the same jobs that brought the two off you together, is also tearing you apart.

The two of you met, while he came in, with a knife wound to his arm, and as you treated him, well it was love at first sight so too say. As you fall down, cradling your knees as the water runs over you, recalling the years you've been together, you always thought getting a divorce at your age won't happen, but well your here now. The thing that breaks you, is no-one cheated, the two of you just fought all the damn time, and him being Sheriff and you being a ER doctor, working mostly night shifts, you were living past each other, when you got home, he's leaving for work, and when he gets back home, your leaving for your shift.

You can't even recall the last time you two kissed, never less touched. You were so in love, so passionate and now all that has gone too hell. Getting up, and stepping out of the shower, opting out for a pair of your favorite worn out jeans, with a old t-shirt, not realizing it's one of his shirts, but hey, it's already on you, so what the heck. Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you don't real seem to care how homeless you look as your heart already feel homeless.

Glancing through your bedroom, everywhere boxes labeled his and hers, as you two are going to put your house up for rent and then split the profits between the two off you. As you take the bottle of perfume, spritzing it in the nape of your neck and some on your wrist, a small smile forms on your lips as you remember, Beau gave it to you for your birthday last year, he always did take such notice in the smallest of details. But that memory crumbles quickly as you see the stack of divorce documents, on your dresser, both of you agreed to sign it when you where done sorting everything in the house.

You rush down the stairs, furious and determined to get this over and done with, unsure of how much your heart can handle. Peeking through the living room, you don't see him anywhere, then you catch a glimpse of his brownish hair getting tossed in the wind as he sits on the porch with a cup of coffee, you always did like the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, the way the little garden lights revealed his freckles, oh damn you love his small freckles, that stained his cheeks and his nose, and not too even talk about his perfectly kissable lips. What the hell is wrong with you, your about to divorce that man. You just turn around and walk towards the living room, starting to sort through some stuff.

Getting up out of the wooden chair, holding the mug in his hand, his rough calloused fingers running over the lettering 'M...R' , his eyes squinting as he recalls the day you got that, on your honeymoon.. well that and books, both off you liked too read, but well there weren't much reading done those two weeks, he was too busy exploring every single part of your body. As he peeks into the house, seeing the way your kneeling, looking through what seems to be picture albums, he can't help but to admire the way your body fills out his shirt, the way you've got your hair up with loose strings off hair, framing your beautiful face and neck, a smile tugging at his lips, as he recalls how ticklish you were as he placed loving kisses, sending shivers down your spine. The sound of you giggling always made him feel alive, you made him feel alive, made him feel whole and now, well now his left with a hole in his heart.

Dammit what's the matter with him, his about to divorce that woman, how can he feel this way, is it just the memories, of your shared home, your shared love, why did all of these feelings have to rush back, how is he suppose to just simply act like he wants this, because he sure as hell does not want too loose you, but he loves you too damn much to not give you what you want, a chance too be happy again. So he'll go through with the divorce, knowing both of you said that's what needed to be done, so he just wants this over and done with, he can't stand being in your presence and not kiss you, not hold you, not tell you how much he loves you.

Spending the rest of the hours in an awkward silence, as the two of you sort through the memories that was build. But it's you who breaks the silence, kicking a empty box on the ground "it's 2 in the morning, I'm going to bed"

He's not really sure why he was so irritated by your comment but he started snapping at you "what? we should finish this, now"

Your jaw drops, you roll your eyes "excuse me! I'm tired" you bite your lower lip, but then decide to say it anyway "I'm tired of pretending that it's fine being in the same room as you"

A smirk on his plum lips "oh, its that bad being around me?"

Crossing your arms in front of you "you said it, I didn't"

Shaking his head "Woman you are driving me crazy"

"Oh yeah! Well you are driving me insane" you snap back

He strides closer towards you, his deep husky voice "is that the best you can come up with"

Throwing your arms up in the air "why do you want to make me angry" her voice brittle "is this what you want, me breaking down in front off you"

For a few seconds there was a softness in his eyes, but then his jaw hardens again "you have no idea what I want woman"

Enraged now "just leave it, all of this take what you want and give the rest away, I don't give a damn anymore, I'm done, with this, with you, with us, with everything"

He can't help but to examine the way your lips move, when you scream at him, he always did find you very sexy, as you were furious, going on about something, the way your whole body moves as your anger took over you, the way your hips swayed, when you'd explain what he did wrong, but by then you've lost him, he was too busy inspecting every little nose crinkle, every movement you made. Without any warning he cups your face, his lips crashes against yours. When he finally pulls away, both off you trying to catch your breath. For a few seconds you just stood there, your voice breathy "we... we can't do this" you turn around, but he grabs ahold of you, holding you in his arms, your back against his chest, his hot breath by your ear as he whispers "darling, tell me you don't want me, and I'll let you go" it send shivers down your spine.

Merely a whisper that escapes your lips, "kiss me Beau, as if you never stopped loving me" as his fingers trail down your neck, raking the loose hair away, through the kisses he places down your neck, to your collarbone, his fingers sliding the t-shirt over your shoulder, his lips, trailing against your skin, a low roar escapes his lips "I never did stop loving you darling"

Those words coming from him, makes you turn around, looking up towards his eyes, searching those hazel-green orbs, for any indication, how he truly feels. Placing your hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble of his beard underneath your touch, you know you're probably going to regret this in the morning, but your fingers trace down to his lips, as if you want to take in this work of art. Standing on your tippy toes, leaning in so that you can taste his lips, just one more time.

He claims your lips, as if he was starving, your tongues doing a passionate dance, his right hand holding the back of your neck, and his left hand holds on to your lower back, as he pulls you in even closer, not breaking the kiss once, your hands raking through his hair, as you want him closer, closer than ever before. He pushes you against the wall, tugging at the hem of your shirt, helping him to remove the clothing, through the kisses, and heartbeats racing, his hand roams your body, picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist, but as he makes his way towards the couch, not breaking the kiss, he knocks over a stack of boxes, making him stumble and come to a fall, you lay on top off him, both of you laughing so hard it echoes through the house, its the first time in a long time that this house have heard so much laughter, he pulls you in for yet another kiss, and as you two lay there on the floor in front of the fire place, exploring each other as if its for the first time, not saying much, just sweet little moans, and whimpers escapes your lips, as your bodies does the talking for you. Not really sure, when but sometime during the early morning hours, both of you have fallen asleep, entangled, skin on skin, wrapped in each other's love.

You've woken up, by his calloused fingers running up and down your back, your head on his chest, slightly lifting your eyes too study his face, his glancing up towards the ceiling, a smile on his lips, his eyes almost sparkling, as he realizes your awake, he looks down at you, placing a kiss on your forehead, "Morning Darling" you smile as you sweet voice greets him "Morning babe"

He starts laughing a little "so last night happened" you mockingly hit his chest, "Not funny, were supposed to get a divorce"

He looks at you, eyes filled with love "about that! I don't want to divorce you, I want to be your husband, forever like we vowed"

Stunned "what! I thought you wanted this"

"No, somewhere during yesterday I realized, I still love, you. No! that's a lie, I never did stop loving you"

A smile forming your lips "Neither did I, I was so frustrated, I wanted you, this , us our house, but I was too afraid to say it."

Sitting upright now, taking you hands in his "Darling, that's what I want, I want us too, we can work it out, we can get through this can't we?"

Pulling the throw, a little tighter over your body, as the crisp morning air, makes you shiver a bit. "Babe I think we can, we should just make time for each other."

Nodding his head, making his longer brownish hair fall in front of his eyes, a smile forming on his plum lips, revealing the age lines around his eyes, "Yes my sweet darling, I agree, but what do you say we tear up those divorce papers, and give the two of us just one more try"

A laugh escapes your lips "Yes, a million times yes. I love you"

Leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, this time, gentle little kisses as, he whispers through the kisses I.... Love... You... Too... Darling"

You can't help but too smile through the kisses knowing your heart aren't homeless no more, your home in your husbands arms. As the two of you come up for some air, you glance at the boxes stacked everywhere, half of the house is packed up, you smile at your husband, "babe, we just have to do one more thing!"

Confused he looks at your beautiful face, "Yes my darling, and will that be."

Laughing now, "we are going too spend over off weekend unpacking and moving back into our home"

A mischievous grin on his face "Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this"

The two of you burst into laughter, taking in each other, knowing there's a lot of work to do, not just the unpacking but the rebuilding of your lives together. But with your husbands hand interlacing yours, you know that it's possible, anything is possible, with the person you love the most, by your side, ready to fight for your marriage and content in knowing you love each other, you sat there with your head resting on his chest, as you watch the fire place , the way the flames dances in a fiery passion after it's ignited, brings you nope, knowing, just one more try is all you need.

#jacklesversebingo23 #beau arlen #spotify #fan fiction #nescaveckwriter #just one more

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Clown reader ! What about yandere manager ?

Clown reader ! My second favourite from Jester reader ( i'm sorry )

( basically a yandere manager ;-;;)

They have their number one fan, whom will always be there at their shows and buying each and every merchandise that got released.

But what about the fan that's been with them for the longest of time ?

Their manager has always been there - since the first day of their debut. And going all the way with them until now !

So why not go grab a meal with their dear manager after the show ? After all, it's just for asking how both have been and some talking.

Nothing could go wrong..

..right ?-

( this is my first time sending an ask so :')) My apologies if it was too long! And i also apologize if I got anything wrong about the character cuz i don't have very good memory ;-;;

I hope this ask get through)

Sincerely,

🎠

You furiously scrub as your face with a wet paper towel as you exit the bathroom. If you had known they were taking you to such a fancy place after today's recording, you would've brought a change of clothes. Walking back to the table, wandering eyes follow the colorful corners peaking from your coat. You do your best to hide them. A fellow customer from a neighboring table lifts their phone to take a picture of you as you sit; camera lens blocked by a menu.

"Sweetheart, there you are! Kept me waiting, but you're lookin stunning as always. I can't tell if I like you more with or without the makeup. Get comfortable, order whatever you want.

You can't help but grin at the nickname. They've been using little pet names since the beginning of your partnership, but they feel more sincere now than the faux kindness that they showered everyone in. It makes you happy to know they see you as someone good to spend time with other than for the paycheck. Your manager hands you the menu; drilling in the notion you could have whatever your little heart decided. With a quick look at the menu, you notice there's no prices next to the entrees.

"Are you sure you don't mind paying? This place seems really high class. We can split it if you like."

Your manager raises their hand to stop you. "Y/n, please. I gotta treat my star player well, plus you deserve the finer things in life. It's my pleasure."

"If you say so... Just kinda feels like someplace you'd take someone on a date."

The thought slips out before you can realize what you've said, but it's no harm on their conscious. Quite the opposite in fact. They fold their hands together.

"Well, like I said, I wanna treat you right. Probably the only person in town who can. Not to mention, ratings for this quarter came in the other night and viewer scores are through the roof. You can think of this as a celebration."

"Really?"

"Would I ever lie to you? Got the papers right here." Your manager places a folder on the table. You don't have to look at it to believe them.

"That's great." You look at your reflection in an empty wine glass, paint smeared into the corner of your lips. "Makes saying goodbye just a little harder."

Your manager chokes on a mouthful of water. "Bye? You're not thinking about leaving us, are you?"

You raise your hands in surrender. "Course not!... Not yet anyway."

You tug on your frilly sleeves. You're happy where you are. That's something you know for sure, but you're not positive it's the life you want anymore. The word is your stage; audience far bigger than you ever could've dreamed, but it's suffocating. Your fans love you. Not just your character, but the face benath. Sometimes it feels like that love goes beyond the screen and fan letters. Sometimes - you feel like you're being followed.

"I... wanted to keep this private until I was sure, but I think I've been followed home before. Obviously I don't want to ruin everything for one person's actions, but I know it's more. On top of that I'm pretty well off financially. This was never for the money, but I just kinda miss things before I got big, you know?"

Of course they know. Your manager knows your story better than any of your little fans could ever imagine, even if they squeeze every detail of your life from everyone in it. They had been with you through it all. Your small failures, and your biggest leaps. It was an insult to think otherwise, and that they'd give up everything you built together.

"Y/n." Your manager reaches across the table to grab your trembling hands. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll get through this - together, and nobody's going to touch a hair on your head. To start off, we're moving you out of that shoebox you call an apartment and getting you a real place to live. You can stay with me until we find something."

You close your eyes, nodding along to their proposal. "Okay... that sounds like a good place to start."

Your manager draws closer, touch working up your arm. Someone taps on your shoulder before they can reach.

"Hi- I really hope I'm not interrupting, but can i take a picture with you? The kids I babysit love the show your costume is of."

You glance at your manager. They're already looking down at their phone. "Sure."

Taking photos with the stranger, your manager is left at the table alone; reliving memories of the past immortalized by old photos. Why did they ever agree to this? If you hadn't got so popular, they wouldn't have to share you with the world, but now they used the grounds of that success to remain stable in their own right. Maybe with you in their home they'd find a new start in your relationship.

Lord knows they'll never let you leave once you're inside.

#Clown reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #tw yandere

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strangesthirdeye · 6 months

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Husband material ( DS x Wife! Reader)

summary: nothing can compete with Stephen with how he treats the woman of his dreams who is sick.

Warning: it's Defender Strange he's a husband material. Fluff, cuddle, warm, love, sick.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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You've had a fever for 5 days which is kinda suck because you've been stuck in bed for 5 days. You are unable to wake up (stand up), eat or sleep well because of how uncomfortable your body is now, plus the temperature of your body temperature does not decrease. This made Stephen worry about your condition.

Sometimes he helps you by making some potions to reduce your body discomfort but it doesn't work and it takes a long time to recover or to make the potions. But there is time, Stephen puts his hand on your back and activates a warm energy through your body to help you sleep soundly.

Although Stephen is always busy with his defenders work, he is good at dividing his time to help you during these 5 days, for example like today.

Stephen was supposed to teach some classes today but due to some of his students volunteering to help a village that needs help, he has time to help you recover from your fever. Such as today, Stephen decided to cook chicken porridge for you because Stephen knows that your body is still not strong enough to eat chewy food so porridge is the first food he can think of. Plus, he still remembers his family's recipes so he has the advantage of cooking food for you to eat in the hope that you get well soon.

After Stephen finished cooking the chicken porridge, he then brought the food tray to the bedroom that you and Stephen shared.

Stephen opened the room door with Levi's help and entered the dim room. Stephen knew that you are quite sensitive to sunlight right now so he doesn't care about the atmosphere in his room now. So without a second thought he walked over to the bed where you were sleeping now. A thick blanket over your body makes you look a bit small and drown in the thickness of the blanket. Your forehead was visibly wet with sweat while your breath was a little labored because how bad your nose is now that it's full of mucus and makes it hard for you to breathe because your nose is blocked with mucus and prevents you from smelling anything around you.

Stephen then put the tray of food on the table next to the bed and kneeled on the side of your bed and stroked your head gently.

"Darling, wake up. You need to eat." Stephen whispered in that deep baritone voice.

You groaned softly then sighed heavily before slowly opening your eyes. When your eyes can fully open, you are greeted by the handsome face of your husband by your side who looks concerned.

"hey" Stephen whispered then pushed a few stray strands of your hair that framed half your face to your ear.

"hey" you replied in your raspy voice.

"How did you sleep? Is it good or not?" Stephen stroke your hair.

"a little bit but still good. Thanks to the spell you put. i feel a little bit good" you rasped.

Stephen nodded and helped you sit up. You groaned in discomfort.

Stephen then turned on the table lamp and looked at you with concern then reached for a cup filled with water and handed it to you. You took the cup and sipped the water until it ran out. You then gave the cup back to Stephen and sighed with relief after being able to relieve your dry throat.

"you need to eat so I made chicken porridge for you. Thanks to my old family recipes that I still remember" Stephen held the bowl of porridge in his hand.

You nodded without protest. Stephen then brought the spoon containing the porridge and fed it to you. Although the porridge is a little hot, it tastes very good for your current situation. You hummed with satisfaction. Stephen then kept feeding you the porridge until it was half gone because you couldn't eat anymore because you were worried you would throw up. With that Stephen put the half finished porridge back on the table and stroked your hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat anymore? There's only a little left to finish" Stephen said lowly.

"I'm afraid I'll throw up so it's better to eat half" you mumbled.

"need anything? like shower? massage your body? take medicine or more spell for comfort?" Stephen offered to you. His hand is still stroking your hair.

You shook your head. "No, but I want to cuddle with you" you replied while holding Stephen's hand that was stroking your hair.

"well I can't refuse that offer" Stephen then got up and lay down next to you while hugging your body and bringing your body close to his body.

Stephen then put your head on his chest and put his face close to the top of your hair and kiss a few times, every once in a while he took a long breath to smell your scent.

"this is nice" you mumbled into your husband's chest.

"yes, you are right..it is nice,Mrs Strange"

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defiledtomb · 1 year

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Ouroboros: The first year in development (+small update!)

On this day, a year from now, I sat in the stark light from my monitors, eyes bloodshot and hands trembling; and I clicked the post button. I then choked my pc to death and ran away screaming, scrambling into the corner of the couch on all fours, hissing at every shadow (only one of those statements is a lie).

It was 4 am and I had been scrambling to get the last details of the demo correct, mumbling to myself and reasoning with my dog. I was so happy to be writing again, after years of piddling around with lackluster projects. I never thought Ouro would be welcomed as it was, and to be honest, the fact that it was scared the living shit out of me. After the hype settled, and I sat watching the continuous stream of support that poured my way, I kind of crumbled. There was a long and dirty road of clawing myself out of self-doubt, impostor syndrome and perfectionism. Some part of me knew it was coming, since its very on par with how I am shaped as a person (sopping wet pathetic meow meow), but after climbing many hills on my ongoing healing journey, I felt like I was prepared for it.

Writing Ouroboros went from fun little sidequest to get my mind off becoming a sturdy part of society again (exhausting), to another workload, to form of therapy, then torture and back again. My writing journal is amusing to scroll through:

Things went from bad to...

worse,

until the storm finally weakened. Every entry in my journal from this point gets progressively more hopeful, more resilient against the bad days.

:> This was around the point where I decided I wouldn't give up, come hell or high water. The progress was slow, like bleeding stone and pulling teeth, but it was moving. By the turn of the new year I was battered and bruised, but still hopeful. And I know that this, these emotions that I went through, were way out of proportion for a hobby writing project, but with every ask that came through telling me about your MC's budding journey in Ouro, every gushing emotion you've shared with me, every gleaming piece of art, every kind word; every correcting one, too, this grew to something really precious to me. I wouldn't give it up for anything, even if it feels like I'm barely keeping my head above surface in this terrifying, stormy sea of a life.

I can't wait to see what comes next, even if the road is bumpy. All I know is that I will keep chipping away at this story with everything I got. And all I can say is that I'm so grateful for your continued support and patience, I barely have words for it. You are incredible. Thank you.

Now, enough of my bleeding heart. Get over here! I have some treats to share.

Mainly, it is the little update to the demo that I'd like to share; Idren/Ida's 101. I did my best to finish it today, but I only had an hour or two of effective worktime (excuse: I was outside for most of the day in bloody blizzard and it knocked me on my ass more than I'd like to admit). It is cut off at the different scene transitions, which I will add after I have some time to work on them this saturday. Id's 101 was the most complex out of all of them, so there is still plenty to explore and different outcomes to see. I hope you have fun!

To see it, go through Lena's scene and don't scream -> accept alliance -> visit archives. That will take you to the new content. CW for very emotionally charged arguments and... almost dying.

Play it here. Save often. (or wait until next week as I sadly couldn't finish everything on time for the anniversary) (I have done bare minimum playtesting, but I will fix any gamebreaking errors if there are any, immediately. There shouldn't be any, but you never know.)

A sneakpeek of the short I also will be working on on saturday:

It is sunny on the day of $!{leith}'s funeral. It is not supposed to be sunny. It is supposed to rain on bad days, and the wind is supposed to whip dry leaves into dancing columns. Thunder is supposed to rumble in the distance, and then right near so that the even the windows rattle with trepidation. But it doesn't. The sun lounges calmly on the perfectly still water of Riven's lake, glittering with winking light as the serene waves lick the edge of the populated harbor. There is chatter, too, not the moaning whispers of grieving people. Not a sob to be heard, but the flutter of a laugh and a joyous embrace of lovers right in front of you.

"People have forgotten, the sacrifice we made." Lyselin stands in full knight-hunter armor beside you, the silver gleaming in the stark light.

And some art of F!Leith that I have started:

♥ That's it. Know that I'm working as hard as I can (both on Ouro, and learning how to balance work around it, lmao.), even if I fall short sometimes, there ain't no quitting. See you soon!

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #And just like a year ago i'm about to throw myself on the couch and rest. maybe enjoy some video james #until next week!! I hope you enjoy stepping all over id's nerves. HEHE #dev log #writers update #wip wednesday #I gotta say that I'm really sorry for not managing to finish everything I wanted to.#one day I'll learn not to bite off more than i can chew. one day. but not today

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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First love late spring- Ghost

This is part 2. Part 1 is here.

This was written based on a request! So I hope you enjoy it :)

platonic or romantic relationship? ..I'll let ya decide on that.

F!reader (if you feel more comfortable with he or they pronouns please discard female mentions! I want you to feel as comfortable as anyone reading this! (I used as little as possible!!!)

It's been one whole month since you and Ghost had last spoken. After a long conversation with Price and Laswell you had come to the agreement that you'd be placed on a new team. Kortac. There was one last mission you took on with the team. "Here's to r/n, the best soldier to bless our team" gaz spoke while raising his drink, the team followed. "And to her next journey!" spoke Soap. This was the last easy night you all had, after this, everything would change.

"Thank you guys" you said as you took a sip from your drink. Ghost never took his eyes off you. He was hurting more than he'd like to admit. He wasn't sleeping, and barely ate any food. He kept to himself, returning to his old self was easy, but go back to that life without you was hard.

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It was night by now, and you had all boarded the helicopter that would take you to your destination. Gaz and Price went to a different location to cover more ground. Such a rookie mistake, you thought. "Lass, when you leave don't forget to text me all the new jokes you've made" Soap spoke over comms, "Be careful with what you ask for!" you yelled over the loud noise. "Stay focused sergeants" the lieutenants voice stern and cold.

His POV:

*The day he hurt your feelings*

Simon was sitting in his desk, annoyed at all the paper work he had to do. R/n never showed up, not once did she sit down and sing to him a song she just heard, not once did she go and poke his mask and asking him those stupid questions he swore were annoying but he secretly chuckled at. Who knew that someone who had gone through so much as you had for years still had an innocent and child like mind? Not him, that's for sure.

He heard you laugh with some of the rookies, he despised how fast you had taken a like to a small group of soldiers. He hated how it took you 6 months to even talk to him without stuttering, how you just picked up a old rag today and started to open up to those ' young ones', as he had named all rookie on base. But what he didn't know what that all of those chuckles and jokes you were able to tell today was because of him. He was the one who let you run free, he saw you for you. After you two established you friendship, he had become the only human to see your fun side, the one you kept away from anyone. He never understood that the trust he had created opened a window that was once locked.

Your laugh, ringed across his ears like a sweet melody by lewis Armstrong, but it wasn't him who made this melody play, no, it was some rookie.

"Fucks sake" he had, had enough of it. He closed the door, but that failed miserably. That's when he walked up to you and had pulled you aside.

"Just shut up r/n!" he told you, but by then it was too late to take his cruel words back, he saw how your eyes watered. God does he hate this view. "But S-" was all you said but he shut you off. "it's lieutenant to you and I mean it, it's getting on my nerves" he walked away. He locked his office door, "fuck!" he let out, that wasn't the message he tried to let out. His mind would still play your sadden soft voice

"oh." He recognized that word, you had said it a few times, but never to him. The meaning that stayed between you two now coming back.

*flashback*

"oh." he heard you talk with your mother over the phone, she had said something that made you cry. That day you told him how you were once treated, how your dad would hit you, how your siblings would touch you and how once they tried to kill you and how your mother had made it clear that you were just there by mistake.

*end of flashback*

Simon let out a few tears that day in his office. He hated how he couldn't tell you how he felt. whether it was sad, mad, anxious or nervous, but somehow you read him like an open book. He tried his best to stay cold with you, but how could he? You had taken the water out of the pool he was drowning in and filled it with so much kindness, you replaced every bad memory with a new and better one. "M'sorry r/n" he told himself. "m'sorry, it's all my fault mum" he let out in between soft sobs.

This was the ritual, anytime he made a mistake like hurting someone he cared for he would apologize to them and then his mother. He's been doing it for years, it started when his family was murdered, when according to him, he basically asked for this to happen. He at some point stopped doing this ritual, that was until you.

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It was late spring when you arrived at base. He remembered how happy and bubbly you appeared. Greeting a few soldiers, but when he noticed that you shy'd away when the team was present. It took months for you to get used to them, well mainly him. It took you 2 weeks to talk with gaz and soap. Every evening he'd walk into the meeting room and hear how'd you giggle at something the guys said.

By month seven, you and Ghost had formed a bond that no one could take away from either of you. When the doors closed it wasn't sgt. r/n and the mean L.t., no it was Simon and r/n. Simon couldn't explain it to you or himself that he needed to make you smile at all times, how he'd get sick anytime he saw you upset. These were the only secrets he'd keep like an oath. Only for him to cherish.

*back to tonight*

there you were, with your hair in that classic ponytail, and body armor,

you look so cool, I bet you'd asked for a picture of this moment

But he couldn't keep you close no more. He was devastated when he heard you asked for a new team, a new mission far from here.

soap looks like the cat you have, the one you told me had a mohawk

he smiled under that mask, who was to say this man needed someone like you? At first he hated how you were just so...happy. It annoyed him and then it all spread like wild fire.

Now, he knew he'd miss the times you two would bother Soap and Price. And if he saw some funny looking animal...who would he joke about it with? What if he met your favorite singer and asked for an autograph? how could he give that to you? or the fact that if he wanted to eat some home made birthday cake he'd have to wait until you and him became friends in the next life.

*flashback*

"Happy Birthday L.t.!!" you walked to him with cake in hand. He had mentioned he liked carrot cake so you stayed up all night baking and decorating it. He blushed under his mask, a small that slowly appeared on his lips was interrupted when you hugged him. "So lucky you get to see this age!"

It was the first time in many years he celebrated his birthday.

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Your POV:

there you were, getting off the helicopter, with your favorite AR-15 in hand.

Just tonight and by tomorrow I'll be in some other continent

3 hours into the mission, everything went south.

Soap had gotten injured, and you all had separated. Ghost was radio silent, you started to bite your inner lip. "Soap, this is Kasper, how copy?" but nothing. "Soap, this is Kasper..how copy?"...static filled your ears. "Ghost, this is Kasper how copy?" And again..no one answered. All of the sudden you felt a sharp pain on the left side of your abdomen. A gunshot wound, suddenly you spotted an enemy sniper. "Fuck" you said as you tried to hide in some building.

Once you reached a building with at least 3 walls standing you called for the team again. "Johnny? this is Kasper..how copy?" Yet again, nothing. When all hope was lost you started to attend your wound. "This is fucking- ahh" blood was starting to leak out. "Kasper ...This is bravo six, how copy" "Injured on left abdomen, be careful captain..theres a sniper"

Footsteps approached you, you froze and held into your gun. You lowered the volume, and hid behind some debris. "I know you're here" a rough Russian accent echoed on the walls. Everything happened to fast, but he was on the ground, dead. "what the fuc-" "watch your mouth sergeant" Ghost spoke, he made his way to you.

"'ya' injured?" he asked, you nodded and lifted your shirt.

"Stupid sniper got me"

"Shot him after he got you"

"good"

silence fell upon you two. but someone had to speak, he chose to break this silence and asked you "Are y'leaving 'cause of me?" he said as he attended your wound. "....yes...I rather be somewhere, where I can be myself than to be here with a man who can't let his friends me happy." "Lift your arm for me..." you did as told, "I apologize for it all, I just get so frustrated with work y'know, I have this thing where I need total silence." He is so close to you by now, you can feel his warm breath on your skin. "We have a problem, don't we? I mean, we're friends..we should just..talk..not make the other feel like complete shite....M'sorry to Ghost." You started to feel dizzy, the blood loss was getting you now.

"let's just get you out of here yea?" his voice softened,

"fine" your smiled slurred.

"L.t.? if I don't make it to evac...just know you are my best memory...you hold a special place here *you slowly pointed to your heart*."

Please hurry leave me I can't breathe Please don't say you love me 胸がはち切れそうで (I feel like my chest will burst)

Tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n , @lolis-pikt

a/n: I really hope this one makes sense. :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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noodlefluid · 1 year

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Sick day | Leo×Sick!Reader

▪︎Sumary

You've been sick for a couple of days, Leo takes care of your sassy ass

❥Type: Fanfic

❥Characters: Leo Reader

❥Reader's pronouns: no mention

❥Relationship: Neutral (can be read as platonic or romantic

❥Autor notes: This is the request I lost because I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to use tumblr. Anyways the request was about Leo taking care of a sick reader, cause asker was sick (by the way, I hope you're better, if you're not...oof lmao/j), I hope this satisfied you. Also sorry for the wait and more because is really short, this is based on my own experiences of being sick, and I vave just been really sick like 2 or 3 times

Besides from that, english is not my first language, if you find any mistake in grammar, translation or sentences that don't make sense, please let me know, I would be grateful.

Warning: Mention of death (playfully), swearing, kinda short, things that come with being sick (pills, coughing, fever) mention of soup (soup haters dni/hj), fluff, online translator help

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It was a really bad day, you were glued to the bed due to a cold, you swear it wasn’t a big deal, but the thermometer says otherwise, you have been sick for a few days now, getting better, yes, but feeling like shit either way. You decided to check your social media to kill boredom before it killed you. A notification popped up while you were looking at some posts

Leo: How ya doin?

You: Still sick :(

My head’s gonna explode

Leo: Lmao

Want me to come over?

You: WHY U LAUGHING??

Oh sure

Leo: omw :D

You put your phone aside for a moment, closing your eyes thinking that a little nap while waiting for Leo wouldn’t be bad. Before you could fully relax a sudden noise make you jump, sitting in your bed due to the panic, a green figure was standing in the door, dressing all black with what looked like a science book with a cross draw with sharpie in the cover in his right hand and a plastic bag in the other, it was Leo, who decide opening your bedroom door in the normal way just wasn’t for him and instead almost destroyed it. You quickly change from a scared expression to an annoyed one, your forgot that this turtle can teleport

“Today we are here to say farewell to our beloved y/n, who was a- ugh" The red-eared slider couldn’t finish his speech when a pillow land on his face

“...Get the hell out of my house” Just as you said that, you turned your back, pulling the blanket over your face you were happy in the turtle presence, that’s just how your dynamic was

Leo then made an outrageous expression, putting his hand against his plastron and gasping so loud and dramatically that you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbor had heard him “first of all, rude. Second of all” he throw the book somewhere in your room while he walked up to your bed “I was gonna give you something but since little y/n here doesn't like ky presence, I would keep it” he make the plastic bag sound

You uncover your face to see “what is it?” you said as you sat on your bed, he gives you the bag and you looked inside

“I assumed that you haven’t eat yet, so I bring you some treats” He was right, you haven’t eat all day, not because you weren’t hungry but because you couldn’t bring yourself to get up the bed and make something

"Thanks, Leon”, you thanked him while looking a little closer to the plastic bag content, inside there were a few of your favorite snacks along with some drinks, you take a water bottle, it was starting to feel like you were dying from dehydration, cold water was just what you needed at the moment

“How's your fever?” The turtle touched your forehead trying to take your temperature

“mmh…it did get a little better yesterday, but I think it got worse today” You sounded resigned, you took a big sip from the drink, leaving almost half in the bottle

“There’s ice cream there too” Leo took the bag from your hands, pulling an ice cream cup that was at the bottom, your favorite of course “We should really try to lower your temperature, or else I'll have to plan your funeral for real” both laughed at the comment

“Please throw the bouquet at the end, I wanna see who’s next” your laughs got increased, but you had to stop after starting coughing, making your head hurt

Leo looked worried "Don't you have some pills or something that you can take?"

It did takes you a few second and a deep breath to talk "I think there's some paracetamol in the bathroom's mirror"

"I'll go get them, don't die"

"I'll try" you felt like the world was spinning, being sick was the worst, you heard Leo making sound in the bathroom, you weren't a quiet person and small noises weren't a problem for you, but now just the sound of the cabinet makes your ears hurts

Leo once again enter the room, in a more normal way now "here found them" he was speaking in his usual tone, but for some reason you feel it so loud

You grumbled as you take the pills and put them in your mouth, the taste of pills wasn't really your favorite, so you take a big sip of water before you could feel the bitter in your tongue

Leo looked worried for a moment “Sleep a little, you have to rest” Leo’s voice sounded softer, making you think of a purring cat. He took the things from your hands leaving them on the nightstand next to your bed so you could get a little more comfortable

“Thanks Lee, love ya” You made a heart with your hands, smiling softly

“me too, y/n” He mirrored your gesture, smiling at you while leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

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You woke up, you didn’t know how long you slept, the sky in your window began to darken, you felt better, your headache almost gone. You sat to try and find your phone and check the time, but by doing so a wet towel fell on your lap, it seems that it was placed on your forehead, you took it, trying to figure out how it get there. Your head didn't hurt anymore, and your body felt a little more cooler

While you were thinking, the door opened up, it was Leo once again.

The mutant turtle had a tray with a bowl of soup in his hands, noticing you were awake, he smiled at you “I was just gonna wake you up, do you feel better?”

You nodded “What’s that?” you pointed to the bowl of soup

“Soup”

“Where did ya get that?”

“I made it myself for you” the turtle made an arrogance expression, he was proud of himself

“You know how to cook?” Your face was full of disbelief

“...I’m not gonna take care of you never again” You couldn’t help but chuckled at the answer while he pretend to tleave just to walked towards you immediately “Eat it, I have to go already, it’s getting late and I don’t want your parents to find me”

“oh…”You sounded a little bit too disapointed

“I can stay if you beg me” Leo smiled mockingly

“No, thanks.” your response was curt, once again making you both laugh “Message me when you get home and…if it’s okay…could you take care of me tomorrow again?”

“sure”

#rottmnt #hamato leonardo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x y/n #rise leo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rise leo x y/n #rottmnt headcanons #sick reader #soup heaters dni

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payongdahon · 2 years

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the love of your life : PAC reading !

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 1 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 2 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 4 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 5 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 6

— [♡] hello, beautiful souls ♡ today's reading is for romantics & romantics only! this won't directly be your soulmate or future spouse and you may be drawn multiple piles as well, but we are talking about THE love of a lifetime! so buckle up and step right up! take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is all for entertainment, don't worry ♡

this reading was also started on a really special day for me, and i hope you can feel special too ♡ media used is from spy x family

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 1

back of the deck: iv of wands

cards: page of pentacles, iv of cups (reversed), the fool, page of wands, the moon, x of pentacles (reversed)

— this love is something that you have never experienced before until you find it. it makes you question everything you thought you knew, and introduces you to so many new things, places, mindsets, ideas and growth. and everything else you knew beforehand feels so small, almost as though a distant memory. you did not know that there was this much wonder, happiness, peace, discovery, and so, so much bliss out in the world just waiting for you with a bated breath, ready you receive you at any time.

this love might have been completely new to your life, and when they meet you, you are a little bit of an emotional soul, or perhaps you are just a little troubled in the moment? but they meet you, and it's the feeling of the sun on your skin. it's also the same for them. they seem to be super caring and friendly, but perhaps they treat you a little more special than others— maybe a little too much, they say. their existence almost makes the seeds that were planted long ago be taken care of and watered, put under the sunlight and fed well, and you grow into a beautiful new person.

this love really changes you in beautiful ways, almost as though you were reborn. you've fallen for each other head over heels, because you have no other reason to be together but to be with eachother, through thick and thin, rich or poor, in sickness and in health. this love is so pure and loyal, i'm a little emotional :ʼ) it makes you so motivated, and other people that see your dynamic and the way you motivate and inspire each other each and everyday get inspired too. it's so beautiful and it's rich, it's cozy, it's abundant and it just flows in of itself, it's both peace and excitement, and you would choose eachother over and over again.

[♡] additionally channeled:

this love is a long term one, growing old together is really strong here. you match the same beliefs and morals, and you support eachother in everything. you may also go out on a lot of dates, and even years later, you walk around the streets like teenagers in love. i can just see you having your 10th anniversary and you still feel a little shy seeing eachother glammed up and all because wow, they're breathtaking. sometimes you also stare at eachother, and one of you may playfully smile or smirk at the other to fluster the other. this is so adorable <333 you never fail to amaze eachother and make eachother feel special. also, last note since i keep gushing about this pile, one or both of you may have this as your first relationship. either way, enjoy, lovers!

channeled song: paninindigan kita - ben&ben

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 2

back of the deck: ii of swords

cards: vii of pentacles (reversed), iii of pentacles, the moon (reversed), vi of cups (reversed), the lovers (reversed), iv of wands

— this love stands on the middle ground of familial and lovers, and yet it transcends it. there are three groups here: one, wherein you have already separated each other. two, those who are aware of or have feelings for each other but cannot be together (yet, for some of you). and three, those who are aware of each other's feelings but no exact label, and yet theres also those who are together or married already. but this will write down the love these all had generally. either way, this love has made their feelings final in their own way for each group. no matter where this ends, i think this love has a poetic and remarkable story to it.

one of the lovers has a very unstable or anxious history to them as well as a melancholic or restrained lifestyle, and the other has a lonely, peaceful, yet free lifestyle. this love is unsure when exactly the seeds were planted, when it sprouted and only found out gradually once it bloomed. these lovers have always been there for eachother, and they always uplift eachother, almost as though they were puzzle pieces that fit so perfectly together, they could not separate. this love is so safe, and will let eachother's guard down at any time. the first lover i mentioned finds safety in the other's peaceful lifestyle and it also translates into the way they love, and then the second, they seem to have started loving and not expected anything in return anymore, standing their ground to wait for them, or just love them from a distance. initially, this second one noticed their melancholic nature, and gradually helped light the first one's life, and it was never manually given. the more time they spent with eachother, the more they got to know each other, the more they fell.

so many people around them, as well as themselves have been rooting for these lovers to be together, but this story has a peaceful end to it no matter what. they do eventually tell their feelings to each other one day, but they were unsure about the possibility of them being together. however, their feelings were so sincere that they left an eternal mark on eachother. some of them choose to love eachother from a distance, some of them are currently in courtship or approval, some of them chose to remain as friends, are together now long term, or simply had to go their separate ways at one point.

nevertheless, this love taught them a lot about themselves, eachother, and the world. they've been taught so many things from this love, that each time they think about it, they're still very thankful, almost eliciting a similar response to eachother as well. this felt very soulmate-like, and showered eachother with love and kindness everyday, even when they are physically apart.

[♡] additionally channeled:

"i'd do anything for you, and if i was asked, i'd fall in love with you again, and over and over again. thank you for giving me the happiest days of my life, and lighting mine and other's as well. i love you, in every lifetime."

channeled song: pagtingin (perception) by ben&ben

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 3

back of the deck: page of cups (reversed)

cards: queen of wands (reversed), viii of cups (reversed), knight of cups (reversed), queen of pentacles, the star, the sun

— the lover who's side was channeled was very shy about this reading but really eager to get their feelings out too. the latter 3 cards i had to get had been separated from the original deck to just give the rest. they have a shell to them, it seems, hehe. however, they're flowing in a lot of love, that they took the whole reading into something about and for the other ♡ the person being wrote about also seems to have a more feminine energy as well.

[♡] channeled message:

“who would have guessed that the love of my life was right under my nose? i didn't need to look anywhere or at anyone else once i realized i loved you. i try and mask my feelings or look away so it wouldn't be obvious, but no matter what i did, i found myself attached to you; body, mind, and soul. i don't know if its been obvious to you already, but i've fallen in love with you utterly and helplessly. have you as well? it's alright if you're not yet ready. but everytime you walk into a room, it's color becomes more vivid, and you've grabbed everyone's attention. you're hardworking and you pay attention to everyone, even the smallest things about them, you make reminders of it. i've seen how you improve yourself each and every day, and you try your best to give yourself the same kindness and love you do to others. and i know i'm not the only one who looks at you like this, there are many people who would want to be with you, but i pray, each and every night, you choose me. because god knows who else could make me feel this way, you've got me wrapped around your finger and ready to shield you from everything at anytime. a friend joked i would worship the ground you walk on— but they're not way off. you've given me great joy each and every day, and it doesn't matter how long we've known eachother. you still make me feel butterflies, my heart skip a beat, and warmth wash over even into my bones. no one else will ever do this to me, and i hope that i, too, can make you feel like this, and care for you, and be the only one in your heart.

yours, forever”

i think they've already come into terms and processed their feelings for the receiver, and they're alright no matter what the answer is. all that matters to them, is that they still smile brightly and live out their best life, even if they are not together. and if the receiver feels the same way, i can guarantee this person will treat them well and try their best to give them the best life possible. so many ideas are going through their head, and they've spent many days and nights dreaming about them as well, but it's too much for this reading, hehe. some of you may already be together, and i wish you the best forever! ♡

channeled song: hopelessly devoted to you - olivia newton-john

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 4

back of the deck: iv of pentacles (reversed)

cards: queen of wands (reversed), v of pentacles (reversed), viii of pentacles (reversed), the moon, x of wands, judgement, iv of swords (reversed)

— okay! this pile has definitely been through a lot of ups and downs with their lover, i also was really scared to interpret this at first, but it's actually really beautiful <3 this pile does end up long term, for however that defines to you. some of you may also already be engaged or married to this lover. i am really getting a lot of balance in this relationship, it's giving soulmate vibes. in this love, there is balance, blooming, fate, vulnerability. amidst all the chaos, this relationship soothes you, and brings you to rationality. however, this love tends to also bend rationality for eachother, almost as though one or both of you is really new to letting love into your life and how it's changed the way you view your lover and all of the things you knew beforehand. and you're so dedicated to eachother, i think you've also given the other opportunities they have never before. things like receiving gifts or surprises, going out on dinner dates and going to the nearest arcade afterwards, going to big sports events, these things that while they aren't too out there, a lot of people don't get to experience these good things in life, and since they're able to experience now, it's completely different from what they imagined to have with their lover.

they're really looking forward to spending the rest of their life with you, to grow, to listen, to dance, to cry, to love; they'd spend every waking moment— they're saying they want to be in each other's dreams too, just to love you more and more. you make them overcome their rationality and they're really just head over heels in love with you <333 they just cant put it into words anymore. just let them. this love is one of a kind. ♡

additionally channeled:

i think this person is someone youve known for awhile now? if youre not sure, it seems they haven't confessed yet, everything will make sense eventually. they always, always have your back, no matter what.

channeled song: habangbuhay (for life) - zack tabudlo

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back of the deck: death (reversed)

cards: king of swords (reversed), ix of pentacles, iv of pentacles, the lovers, v of swords (reversed), the hierophant, vii of pentacles

— this love is unchanged and cannot be corroded by time. it's carefree, and it's also very fortunate to still have a laid-back lifestyle where the lovers get to do whatever they want, be successful and happy. and they actively keep efforts going to keep the relationship together, i'm hearing "i'm yours, and you are mine" over and over again. the feeling i got when i looked at the cards was almost transported back in time, in a really happy time, with the sun going down and the sunrays touching your skin, it almost felt like an anime scene, hehe. and it's stuck like that. honestly, this pile is really straightforward, your lover is head over heels for you and they are DAMN proud to show it! reading this was really heartfluttering, and their messages were so sweet too. ♡

"you're stuck with me now, how about for life?"

"i'll keep you safe, i'll care for you, and love you till the end of time. can i trust you'll do the same?"

"i want to share a home with you, to plant with you and taking care of the plants, watching them grow, having our favourite songs playing in the background, doing the chores, cooking together, hanging the laundry... i'll support and respect everything you do, but i really, really, just want to spend this lifetime with you, happily, forever."

"the love i have for you, is etched into my bones. it cannot be erased, it cannot be rid of. i have eyes only for you, heart that beats the same as yours, and hands that only belong in yours."

"i let my guard down around you because i find peace in your presence, and i love every moment of it."

"i want to do everything, and i mean everything, with you. you're everywhere in my mind."

[♡] additionally channeled

— slow dancing under the light, taking candid pictures of eachother with cameras, having a photobook and scrapbook, a historical garden grown by two lovers, growing old together, meeting by chance, matching clothes/fashion/colors, painting/doing makeup on eachothers faces, smiling ear to ear in kisses, weekly outdoor dates & mementos, counting down till midnight on monthsarys

channeled song: lover by taylor swift

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳ pile 6

back of the deck: wheel of fortune

cards: iv of cups (reversed), queen of swords, the fool, the hermit (reversed), temperance, vii of cups, ix of cups

— i got the feeling of my hands tingling in a good way the moment i finished writing all the cards down ♡♡ it's really giving old married couple acting like teenagers in love. you're really protective of eachother, and know when to give eachother space and boundaries to grow, and you also immediately know when the other is feeling down or in trouble, and give them the proper care and comfort, and the support to feel better. and you don't shy away from showing your love of either. i think people also feel happy seeing you together, it makes them smile. i'm hearing that they're really in awe and look up to you, and it's the same case for eachother. you both feel so, so blessed that you met, and you're together now. this is honestly giving more of a divine connection, it's just so loving that it radiates off to other people too. i think you're the type of people that do some really progressive stuff too i'm loving thissss ♡

one or both of you feel like children when you're together, back to simpler times and simple mindsets, and always looking out for eachother, and you're not the kind of couple that allows other people to disrespect the other, instead they either leave the scene or stand their ground. i think you might know this person already for a long, long time, some of you since childhood, actually. i can just see both of you happy to wake up to eachother everyday, see eachother off and giving a goodbye kiss, some of you meeting at lunch, and being eager to see eachother once work is over and you're holding hands and talking a lot about random thoughts that come into your head, how your day was, how you imagine your future to be. and one or both of you make efforts to see that your partner's dreams are fulfilled.

i really don't think i can channel a message for this one, i think there's a lot of love even in silence for you, physical touch may be one of your core love languages together. you're both spending time together at the end of the day, having dinner, watching a movie together and laughing at your favourite scenes, cuddling, stargazing... i could go on and on, but in each scene, your lover stares at you the whole time and you're both holding eachother one way or another.

channeled song: flower garden - howl's moving castle

#future spouse #pac #pac reading #pick a deck #pick a pile reading #tarot reading #soulmate reading #future spouse reading #love reading #tarot #channeled message #general reading

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ask-sebastian · 5 months

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[a familiar tawny owl lands on your desk and drops down a large brown parcel. there is an orchid tied to the front and inside a small pot and soil for the bloom, as well as a collection of your favourite treats, a jar of fresh coffee grounds and a few beast treats]

Seb,

Its been a while and it feels strange to say I miss you when we're in the same house and share a common room, but with all the running around to catch up after my time off I haven't had much time to spare for my favourite people. I hope you've been taking care of yourself, I've put together a little care package for you so that I know you're eating something.

Hopefully things will calm down soon and we can meet and catch up. The kitten misses you (although, she's grown considerably since you last saw her) and will meow in indignation every time I try and take your scarf away from her so I can return it to you

PS; the treats are obviously for Nosey (but apparently are safe for human consumption as well). Please give the little ball of joy a kiss on the head from me.

Sebastian gave the orchid a contemplative look as he set it aside. He would need seek some advice on how to keep the flower alive in the dim chill of the Slytherin dorms from someone with better herbology skills than he possessed.

Before he could unpack the rest of the parcel, he felt a familiar clawing up his trouser leg. He shifted back in his chair just enough so Nosy could scramble up. Sebastian laughed quietly when Nosy immediately planted his hind paws on his lap and stretched up toward the box, nearly dragging it off the desk when he tried to peer down in.

"An impatient one today..." Sebastian wrapped an arm around his furry middle and gently pulled him back down, then leaned over and retrieved the pouch of beast treats from the parcel. He dangled it enticingly in front of the Nosy's snout, but instead of taking it eagerly, Nosy turned him, his snout lifted in what could only be described as an affronted tilt whilst he chittered and squeaked unhappily. A proper, huffy telling-off, if nifflers were capable of that sort of thing.

"Spoilt rotten..." he muttered without any real sense of irritation. He wrestled Nosy away from the box again as he pulled open the pouch with his teeth and dumped the contents in a small bowl next to Iris's perch. At least she was more easily appeased.

With a wriggling Nosy tucked under one arm, Sebastian finally reached into the small package of treats with his free hand and pulled out a fresh pasty. Nosy immediately made a wild flailing grab for it, but Sebastian held it just out of reach.

"Ah, ah, ah." Sebastian took a hearty bite, large enough that there was only half a pasty left, and sighed happily. Spiced apple. His favourite this time of year, and as tempting as it was to devour the whole thing, he instead held out the other half to Nosy, who did not hesitate swiping it from his hands. Finally appeased, the niffler settled happily into Sebastian's lap to enjoy his treat.

Sebastian patted him affectionately, dropping a couple kisses in his head just as the letter instructed, and penned his response.

It seems difficult to find time to slow down these days, but I do hope that my owl finds you well and that you are in good form. As always, I thank you for your generosity. The treats are delicious. (Nosy agrees.)

Sebastian glanced down. His lap was full of an excess of niffler and crumbs, but there was no holding back his smile.

I promise that I am taking care of myself--to the best of my ability at any rate. Decently watered, semi-regularly fed, and minimally well-rested. Before you protest, I shan't hear a word about it. There are just some things that will never change.

By the way, don't fret about attempting to return the scarf. It's been so long out of my possession I can hardly claim any sort of ownership now. Please accept it with my compliments.

Until we meet again, Sebastian

#ask-sebastian #sebastian speaks #awkwardauthorwrites #nosy

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bouncybongfairy · 7 months

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hello! I hope your having a wonderful day/night!! I hope you're doing request if not then ignore this!! Sorry!

😭🙏Okay so what if Jamie aka blue bettle had a little sister like the age of 14 she always helped her family in any way and was like Jamie's best friend and was really overprotective but when they brought the girl (it was the girl named Jenny or something I hope yk who I mean!!😭) and when the girl tried to explain everything to the family (about the bettle in him and stuff if yk the sence of what I mean..💀🙏) (y/n) is just pissed at Jenny and was like "this is you're fault!" AND was like telling her off and Jamie tried to calm them down but the looked at him pissed and was like "I SAW A STUPID F**KING ROBOT THINGY LANCH ON YOU'RE FACE NO I AM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN-"

(Ngl i thought the part where the bettle launched on his face was funny 💀 but I hope you like it and have a wonderful day/night!! Also eat food and drink water also get some rest!!)

A New Perspective

Blue Beetle FanFic

Summary: As Jaime's little sister, you've had a hard time adjusting to how different everything is now. During a family movie night, your built-up resentment towards Jenny comes out. Which causes a fight between you and Jaime.

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Things at home have been more lively ever since Jaime came from school. How could it not when he was now Blue Beetle? Everyone in the family seemed to be around more, which you really enjoyed. Even though Jaime is back home, he’s been so busy with his new identity and Jenny. She was over a lot and ever since everything happened everyone treated her like family. You were nice to her but deep down you had feelings of resentment. You didn’t voice this thought because you didn’t want to rock the boat while everyone was healing from Dad’s death. Everyone had a lot on their plate and you didn’t want to give anyone unneeded stress due to drama. Instead, you just tried to enjoy the time you had with Jaime. As siblings, you guys have always been really close but obviously, distance did nothing but change that. You tried to tell yourself that as you get older the bond would change but not so soon. Right now you were on the bus home from school, excited because Milagro, Jaime, and you were going to watch the new Disney movie Elementals together. When you guys were younger this was a weekly tradition. As everyone got older and busier this fizzled out but you were so excited that everyone was back on board. Last night the three of you went out and bought a bunch of snacks and drinks. You practically ran home from the bus stop and to your surprise, nobody was home yet. Dropping your backpack near the front door, you went upstairs and grabbed a couple of blankets from the hall closet. Layer them on the couch to make them more comfy, adding some of the plushies off your bed.

After arranging the couch, you went and showered. You ran the mile in P.E. today and felt sticky from sweat. Changing into sweatpants and a tee-shirt, you walked into the dining room still drying your hair with a towel. Everyone was home, Milagro was pulling cookies out of the oven and Jaime came in behind you with three boxes of pizza. When you turned around to give him a hug, you saw Jenny who was standing two feet away from him. She gave everyone including you a hug, talking about how excited she was to have a movie night with everyone. This irritated you, especially because this was the first time doing a family night since Dad died. Just seemed insensitive for her to be here right now. You just smiled and got yourself a plate of pizza and wings before getting comfortable in your spot. It was taking a while for everyone to sit down, most of them were just talking in the kitchen but eventually made their way out. Jaime, Jenny, and Milagro were sitting on the couch and you were sitting on the couch and you were sitting with your back against the couch by their feet. Once the movie started, everything was going fine until Jaime and Jenny started whispering to each other. Laughing and giggling with each other. It was driving you crazy and when you checked to see if your other sister was as annoyed as she was on her phone. Really gave you a reality check there because you thought this meant as much to them as it did to you. You sighed and leaned back, you had about as much as you could handle. Suddenly, Jenny’s phone rings.

“Babe, will you come with me to take this call?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah, hey y/n we’ll be right back,” he said.

“Whatever I didn’t want to do this movie night anyway,” you said, setting your plate on the coffee table.

“Woah, are you okay?” he asked, now everyone was staring at you.

“Yeah, are you? Or do you need to ask Jenny before you answer?” you asked sarcastically.

“Oh my god, y/n chill out,” Milagro said.

“No why should I, this was the first time we did a movie night since Dad died and you invited her? That’s just so fucking weird and the entire time you guys are laughing and giggling during the movie. Just weird considering she’s the reason he’s gone,” you scoffed.

“What the fuck y/n you can’t say things like that. Especially because it’s not her fault!” Jaime yelled at you, pointing his finger.

“Are you kidding me? Is it not her fault?! He died because of the stress of you becoming Blue Beetle and who gave you the beetle? Jenny,” you said, raising your voice to match his tone, “Not to mention it’s hard on everyone in the family now because of that stupid thing. It was traumatizing to watch the bug literally embedded itself into your skin. That’s not normal and for some reason everyone acts like nothing really happened. She’s the one who started all this yet she’s welcomed here like she’s an honored guest or something,” you said standing up.

“I’m so sorry you feel this way y/n, it was never my intention-” Jenny started but you shut her down pretty fast.

“Can you please like, never fucking talk to me especially right now?” you sneered at her.

“Y/N what the fuck! You can’t blame everything going wrong in your life on her, okay!” Jaimed exclaimed.

Nobody said anything, instead they just started as if they never knew you had a voice or something. You grabbed your phone and stormed off. The last thing you wanted to do was spend any more time with them. You grabbed your skateboard and rode down to the park semi near your house. You cried a little on your way down there, you just couldn’t believe Jaime would take her side over yours. As if her feelings are more valid than yours. Maybe the way it came out was wrong but what you were saying at its core was true. Once you got to the park you saw your friend Scorpy sitting underneath the play set. When they saw you, they started calling out for you to join them. You wiped your eyes and picked up your board. As you walked over to them, your phone started blowing. Calling from your family asking you where you went, you set it to not disturb and shove it into your pocket.

“Hey y/n, are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah me and my brother just got into a fight over his girlfriend but I don’t really want to get into all the details,” you said sitting down next to her.

“I get it, families can get messy,” she said, taking a large hit out of her pen.

“Do you wanna hit to calm down?” she asked. You stared at the pen and looked at her as if she was fucking with you. You grabbed it and took a hit but ended up coughing your brains out, which made her laugh.

You didn’t go crazy on the pen because you still wanted to talk to Jaime when you got home. Now that you’ve calmed down you realize that obviously you shouldn’t have blown up on them at that moment. You could have talked to them privately and communicated your feelings. You thought about what you were going to say the entire time you rode home. It was dark now and you knew everyone was going to be worried and maybe mad. You stood in front of the door for a couple moments, scared to face everyone. When you walked in, your mom rushed over to you and gave you a slap on the arm for being gone so long. She was understanding that you needed some time to cool off but she was just worried. You went into your room and Jaime was sitting on the bed. This may sound petty but you were happy that Jenny was nowhere in sight.

“I’m sorry for blowing up on her like that,” you said, playing with your finger nails.

“If you were feeling that way why wouldn’t you just tell me?” he asked, motioning over for you to sit down.

“I don’t know, I guess I was just feeling insecure because ever since you got back from school you’ve been hanging out with her. I’m happy that you have a girlfriend and a life outside the family but I don’t know, I thought we’d hang out more than we have. Also she is the one who gave the Blue Beetle to you right?” you asked the last part more quietly than you said the rest.

“Well I’m glad I know that now, so I can carve out more time for you. I think we both have valid feelings, we just needed to see them from a different perspective to understand exactly how we feel. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, I'm sorry. And yes Jenny gave me the beetle but that doesn’t mean she’s the reason for..that.” he said softly.

“Yeah I do think maybe that was me projecting a bit, I’m sorry I ruined the movie night,” you sighed.

“Everything happens for a reason kid,” he said as you guys got up to finish the movie.

#blue beetle movie #jaime reyes fanfiction #blue beetle fanfic #blue beetle spoilers #blue beetle fic

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Aftercare with Jason please

Tagging this one as semi-spicy as it's just the aftermath.

Plus adding this to the top??? Tumblr didn’t post this today despite it being queued??? So its just a late post

Oh, darling, I hope you are thoroughly prepared to be pampered and cared for with Jason as your partner, this man does not skimp on ANYTHING when it comes to caring for you, especially after a night of lovemaking. Jason likes to pride himself as a partner that can provide for you, and so he always tries his best for you to keep you comfortable and content.

The very first thing he ever does is begin to check over your body for any particularly bad bruises or markings he might have left on you, always asking if you're in any noticeable immediate pain, and he'll do whatever he can to help you if he can. He also asks you on if you enjoyed it, if there's anything you don't want him to do again, anything you do want him to do again, etc., just so he can check in and make sure everything is enjoyable for you. The next part is one of the best parts, as he'll leave you for a few minutes, steaming up a nice, luxurious bath with the best soaps he has, preparing a little tray of snacks and drinks for you, and he'll treat you to an exquisite soak in his bath with all your favorites.

He enjoys just resting with you in peace, soaking in the warm waters and talking quietly or enjoying the calming silence as the two of you rest together. After you've had your little soak, he takes pleasure in drying you off himself, wanting to care for you as much as he can, and, if you'd like to accept it, he also is quite happy to offer a massage to really help your body relax, and while you don't have to accept his offer, he'll never deny you. After that, it's time for some nice, relaxing snuggles as you curl up in bed together, and those are always his favorite moments too, feeling your breathing even out as you finally let exhaustion take over you, feeling you cling to him even in sleep, it just makes him feel so proud and loved to know he can keep you so content and satisfied.

#semi-spicy #creepypasta semi-spicy #jason the toymaker semi-spicy #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons #jason the toymaker x reader

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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Summer Wedding Part 5

Comments and reboots welcome NO permission to repost or publish or translate.

Angsty (a lot... it's me after all) fluffy 18+just in case.

The next morning she woke up and she felt so much lighter even if she didn't know where she was for a moment last night slowly came back to her but in reverse with Nick even helping her put sheets he loaned her on the bed of the fully furnished appartment. It was early afternoon and Nick had kept his door, which just happened to be across the way, opened.

Earlier he had gotten her a donut for breakfast just as a pick me up and was a little worried it was still sitting there; especially after learning how possessive Ari had been and how he made her feel.

He was teaching an older student, a retiree who always wanted to learn and now had time. Nick who keep one eye on the open door, well her door was her reaction to the treat. Her eyes opened a little. Her eyebrows raised slightly and then a sigh, he thinks, followed by a smile. She knocked on the door.

"Sorry to interrupt. But, thanks Nick"

"For what? Its not a big deal," He laughs it off. With a blush. "I figured you could-use a pick me up."

"I um " she chuckled nervously and her breath picked up hoping plans were still on the table for her to move in rent free for a bit. " I don't have a key and I have to run out I don't wanna I mean I don't-"

"Right I'll up make up a key for you later. We always change the locks after each person. Moves in case they ya know. I'll be here all day though so you're good."

Her shoulders drop in relief as a smile crossed her face.

"Thanks for everything Nick" I'll I'm sorry for interrupting." She smiles and then leaves. Once the building door is heard breaking the silence while the retiree was taking a drink of water.

"Chinese." The retiree says

"What?"

"Chinese and a movie night you can't go wrong with that."

"I don't know what you mean." Nick blushes

"I'm sure you don't. She's a pretty girl. And you never gave me food when I moved in."

Nick didn't know what to say.

"She won't say no I guarantee it."

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She knew she would be out by now and out late today based on the schedule she had been given a week ago and if he was by some evil curse there he'd be sleeping. He was the same during certain types of "projects" . She was relaxed walking in.

Then she saw Ari sitting on the floor she watched as he ran his hands through his hair and then stood up oblivious to her, she was watching the scene completely confused. His head hanging low.

"Ari. You're here. And awake I thought you'd be-"

He had jumped up the moment he heard her voice call his name.

"I've been worried sick," he wrapped his arms around her with his head on top of hers. Hes only a few inches taller at 6'1 vs her 5'8 but he still did it "about you. You've been gone the whole night. I."

He let go to look at her all over make sure she wasn't hurt.

"I stayed at a friends." She shrugged away from him and he all to easily let her slip from his grip, "And I found a place I'm moving in this weekend."

"What?" His heart hit the floor.

"Yea so you can have your bed back soon."

"Wa I mean I well this I-" for the first time Ari didn't know what to say or how to handle the situation. His entire life he's been able to just fly by the seat of his pants

Nick had kept his promise and that weekend he helped her move out. Nick had made sure Ari wasn't in a room alone with her and Nick had placed himself between her and Ari at all times.

She was so much happier since she was living alone. Truthfully so was nick...especially since she agreed to have dinner with him... more than once. He doesn't remember the last time he had laughed so much, even smiled so much and when she had smiled he did then too. There was such a light in her that Nick saw that first morning and he wasn't going to let Ari do anything.

The whole time Ari was watching it was the worst horror movie Ari has ever seen. The worst situation Ari has ever been in. Thr amount of internal bleeding Ari was dealing with was insurmountable. For the first time in Ari's grown up life he had no plan. No words. He was helpless. She wouldnt let him help in fact she tried her best to ignore Ari's presence. Ari left lifeless.

"Ari I, Im sorry I- no you know what I'm not sorry. You made me feel like shit like crap. I thought I was shit. And um. I deserve someone who won't do that to me. Make me feel like that."

Meeting Nick reminded her but she wasn't going to say anything. "Ari won't be in my life any more. In fact He isn't." She told herself. But she wasn't heartless she couldn't be after everything. There were good moments after all.

"You're an amazing father to Maya but that doesn't mean an you're a good man...for me.tell her I'll always be here for her.

She sees Nick behind him on a door way nodding in encouragement. She told him how she was nervous about the conversation she knew would happen and Nick had simply assured her that she was right and he'd be there to help if Ari wasn't agreeing. Nick knew she was strong enough someone just had to remind her.

"The argument you never appologized. But I did and that told me everything. You can't say the words I'm sorry-"

"I am I am so so sorry."

"Ari just stop. It's too late."

She pushed past him proud that the single tear that tightroped acorss her eyeline never fell over. That said more than words ever could.

(I know Ari ran his hand down his beard then was rubbing his beard trying to stratagize to find a strategy. But I need to put it behind me.)

"You ok?" Nick curiously asked hoping her answer would remind herself of her strength. Nick somehow never realized what a great guy he is but she did.

"Yea . In fact I'm great."

"Good. Now what do you think of ttyin the amazing fantastic Ray's for dinner?"

"Didn't we have that last night?"

"No we had the amazing fabulous Rays."

"Oh god."

"And they are all on facing street corners," he wispered for some reason but it made her laugh.

They were done but Nick realized heft his phone and went back in.

"Hey," Ari grabbed his arm as he was walking out, surprising Nick who didn't miss a a beat changing his posture to match the lion one Ari has naturally.

"She trusts you."

"And I trust her."

"You better take good care of her."

Nick was taken back she didnt need anyone to 'take care of her,' what she did need was a friend right now. And nick would wait forever for her.

"Comming from you that's real rich. We're not dating but," Nick looked out the window to see her smiling along with the radio, and he couldn't help but smile

"She means the world to me."

"She deserves it."

"Yea she does." Nick's venom pierced Ari like a snake bite as Nick was sure to make a point to drive it home to hurt Ari.

He got into the car and they went off to move her away leaving Ari alone. It wasn't that he was a lone, it was that he lost her. He always had her to come home to and he loves that and cherished that until he let a bad day become a bad week and took it out on her he had no one to blame but himself.

He walked to Maya's room and he picked up her Gloworm. The one maya insisted on using... for this... He opened the velcro and moved the battery aside, he took out and a small box. He doesn't know why he was torturing himself by doing this but as he opened up the box a small peice of paper came out, he unfolded it, it was something Maya wrote herself. She was so excited and happy when Ari talked to Maya about what he wanted. He felt a horrible so horrible.. worse than scum shit crap. as he just didn't ruin things for himself but for Maya. Then he read the paper it had one sentance written in pink crayone was the words:

"PLEASE marry my Daddy."

And Ari cried again.

Summer Wedding part 6

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i-will-always-be-happy · 1 year

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Well, today, February 8, is the birthday of our beloved Water Hashira, Giyuu Tomioka. So, to celebrate, a dose of love and smiles for this emo that everyone loves and deserves love.

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: Shinobu plans a surprise party for Giyuu along with the other pillars, but he doesn't plan to celebrate. Will Shinobu manage to convince him?

Ler: Kocho Shinobu

Lee: Tomioka Giyuu

(Part 1 - Part 2 in process)

'A SURPRISE PARTY?!', Mitsuri exclaimed before putting her hands to her mouth to keep from screaming again. 'Yes, tomorrow is Tomioka-San's birthday and I want to surprise him, do you have any plans for tomorrow? It would help me a lot to have someone else helping me' 'The truth is that I was planning to train tomorrow, so-', Obanai could not finish his sentence due to the enthusiasm of Love Hashira, who said that she would gladly help and attend the party. 'I'll make a little space to help Mitsuri and at the party'

'I'll help too, that party will need a touch of extravagance', 'I'll support too! It will be a lot of fun!' Uzui and Rengoku agreed to help, calming down and making Shinobu smile, who turned his gaze to those who still hadn't said anything. 'Who is Tomioka? Muichiro's question made Sanemi snort

'It's the Water Hashira. Tokito, you've been talking to him a lot lately, remember?', Gyomei replied calmly to the boy's doubt. 'Oh, my brother... I must have forgotten his birthday, but if I'm going, I'll bring some balloons,' he smiled. 'I'll go too Kocho, that's a nice gesture from you to Tomioka. And you Sanemi? Will you attend?', Gyomei touched the head of the aforementioned, he stayed muttering for a few minutes. 'Ok, I'll go, but just this once', he crossed his arms and turned his head

'Then it's done! Let's give Tomioka a good dose of joy!' Mitsuri exclaimed excitedly. Each Hashira gave a contribution: Shinobu his estate, Mitsuri, Obanai and Sanemi the food, Gyomei and Muichiro the balloons and gifts and Uzui and Rengoku would help decorate.

The next morning. The Hashiras went to work, trying to keep Tomioka from realizing what they were doing. Kagaya/O.S also agreed to help them, entertaining Giyuu and treating him to lunch. 'Shinobu-san! We're here!!', Shinobu turned his head to find Mitsuri, Obanai and Sanemi with various food packages on their shoulders and hands. 'Oh, what a joy to see you! They came very early!', she approached and took some packages and entered the room where Rengoku and Uzui were decorating while Gyomei and Muichiro inflated the balloons. 'What did I tell you? This party already has an extravagant touch. Himejima, Tokito, very nice choice of colors', Uzui patted the shoulders of both hashiras. 'Thank you, Tokito chose the colors. I'm glad you liked it, well let's continue with this. Shinobu, what time will Giyuu arrive?', the gazes turned to her. She thought for a moment, she didn't know what to answer 'When I told Oyakata-Sama about this, he told me that he would invite him to lunch. Maybe I'm on your estate, do you need help before I leave?', she looked at his companions, they told him not to worry, they could finish on time. Shinobu wished them luck and said goodbye, the first place he went to was the Oyakata-Sama farm, but he was no longer there, he had left a few minutes ago. 'Oh, Shinobu-San!', she recognized the voice and turned, Tanjiro was in front of her. 'Hi Kamado-Kun, how have you been? Oh yeah, one question, have you seen or talked to Tomioka-San today?', Tanjiro denied, he had been with Inosuke and Zenitsu almost all day before separating and walking alone for a while. 'No, I'm sorry, has something happened to him?' 'Oh no no, don't worry. Today is his birthday and we are planning a party for him, but it wouldn't be a party if he wasn't there'

'EHH?! It's his birthday?! I didn't know!' Tanjiro felt embarrassed, which made Shinobu laugh. 'Don't worry, if you see him tell him to please go to my farm', after that, they said goodbye and she kept looking. Almost 1 hour had passed, but he had not been successful, he was about to give up until he found him about to enter his farm.

'Tomioka-San!', Shinobu exclaimed and ran towards him. He tried to take him to his estate, but he couldn't, Tomioka kept insisting that he was fine. Shinobu knew exactly what to do to convince him, he asked him for a glass of water and they both entered the estate, they talked for a while until Shinobu ran his finger along Tomioka's ribs making him snort.

'Kocho, no,' Tomioka moved away from her a bit, but was quicker and moved closer and straddled him hips. 'Kocho, yes', she laughed and with her index finger began to gently go up and down his ribs. 'Ko-kocho please n-no!', he put his hands to his mouth to avoid laughing and please his friend, but he wouldn't give up so easily, she already knew the way to make him laugh. 'Oh come on Tomioka-san! You don't have to be ashamed, we're friends!', her fingers started to move like spider legs up and down, the touch although it was very soft was driving Tomioka crazy, he was trying with all his might not to laugh.' Stahap! Ple-please!', Shinobu looked at the clock and knew that she had to hurry up, she gave him the last chance to accompany her, but he still didn't give in. 'Oh well Tomioka, you know what will happen next', his fingers now began to squeeze his ribs, getting between the gaps in each rib and staying in a place that saw his laughter grow. 'GYAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAP!!! NO NO NO NO!!! SHIHIHINOBU PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSE!!! I CAN'T!!', he began to kick the floor hard and try everything to get those sensations away from his body. 'No~ come on Tomioka, you're a hashira~ is it that bad?~', Shinobu sneered at his friend's futile escape attempts 'Besides, I know you like being tickled~'.

'WAHAHIT!! YOHOHU!! WAHAHAHA!! NOT THERE NOT THEHEHERE!!!', he felt the tears touching the corners of his eyes, while his cheeks burned from the enormous blush. 'Tomioka-San, since today is a special day, I wrote a song for you~ it's called Happy Birthday Tomioka-San~', she began to use Giyuu's ribcage as if it were a piano as she hummed the song. 'HAHAHAHAHA!!! OK OK!! *snort* I'LL GO WITH YOU!!! *screech* BUHUHUT PLEHEHAHAHASE STAHAHAHAP!! *hic* I CAHAHAHAN'T!! *snort* I BEHEHEHEG YOU!!', she didn't trust her partner's words, but finally let him go as she saw some tears spilling out. She got off him and sat next to him, laughing as he snuggled in trying to get his oxygen back. 'Thahahat was so mehehehan', after a few minutes they both got out and headed to the party venue.

'Kocho, why are there screams?', Tomioka looked at her confused, to which she shrugged and they continued walking. When he opened the door a big 'SURPRISE' and confetti were waiting for him, he saw his colleagues and friends gathered to wish them a happy birthday. Some approached to hug him and give him his gift, Shinobu whispered 'Happy birthday, Tomioka-San' before walking away.

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #Happy Birthday Tomioka-San!#ler! shinobu #lee! giyuu

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IT'S STILL MAY, BITCH, I'M NOT LATE

I never realized how much I suck at writing continuations of shit, I don't think you'll be seeing any multi chapter works from me (after this is over at least) not much happens in this chapter, shockingly, considering it's almost 2k words, but I hope you'll enjoy your cutey seal boyfriend trying to make his move

Selkie out of Water ⟨prt 2

First Dates?

<- Read chapter one here! Next chapter is here ->

No real warnings or notes except mentions of alcohol and reader being hungover

Your hangover woke you up in the most hateful way. Pain needled its way to your brain like a vice, squeezing and squeezing until it felt like you'd pop. Since it was your first week in town, and you only grabbed the necessary items for being on your own at such short notice you didn't have any medication for your headaches. Damn... Guess you had to go to the market today. In the heat... And sun... And crowded streets.

Oh, dear God.

You sighed and forced yourself out of bed, crawling on the floor to your connected bathroom to wash your face and find clothing. Everything felt crusty, including your throat. Nothing seemed to work for your aching body. Luckily you found a dusty old forgotten sun hat while looking for an oversized shirt to pull on. Hopefully that'd help fight against the sun.

Another deep breath, you braced for the outside. The hat helped some but the light still fought through the weaved hats tiniest holes. An ocean breeze carrying fish and salt assaulted your nose, but it wasn't really unpleasant, although nauseating. But you didn't get a foot out your door when it connected with something waiting for you. Wrapped in parchment and tied with a twine bow, it sat innocently on the welcome damp. Just slightly wet to the touch and warmed by the sun. Curious, and not at all worried about danger in such a quaint town, you took it inside and carefully unwrapped the twine. Inside the folded parchment was a note in lined paper, another paper with a sketch... And a clam? You set it aside in favor of reading the note first. It stuck to itself a little, and the ink bled a bit but it was still readable.

Welcome to our home. I hope you enjoy yourself here. Please meet me at the beach before sundown, near the pier.

How odd. Not even a week here and you've already caught someone's attention! For better or for worse... The note didn't end in a signature either. Could it be a neighbor interested in getting to know you? Maybe someone you conversed with at the Silver Moon celebration last night? Maybe even a pretty stranger interested in you..? That last thought was nice, but it's best not to indulge in it. You set aside the lined paper to check out the next. This one was less wet and was treated more carefully. It was a beautiful sketch of the ocean, with the moon high in the sky and expertly dotted stars and sand, and the pier in question from the note. If it was in color, surely it would've transported you to the location, but here to stayed looking over the beautiful art. This one done in pencil, and although it wasn't soaked like it's partner, you saw the soft droplets of water that added to the corner of the ripped paper. Seeing the piece made your heart ache for the time this artist spent to give you this wonderful ocean view.

And finally, the clam. It was clean, but what a strange thing to add to a welcome gift, until you opened it. What was left inside was the single pearl it made itself. It reflected your kitchen light and shone light pink like a cloudy summer afternoon. Its shape was imperfect and wobbled awkwardly in its shell, but it was beautiful.

Where did they get this?

You had to shake yourself away from your sentimental thoughts. Gently, you put the clam and notes down on the kitchen island and ran out the door, ignoring the heat threatening to kill you. If it was true that this wonderful being was waiting for you, you definitely didn't want to keep them waiting. After killing time outside, and getting pain meds, of course.

The trip to the pharmacy wasn't as bad as expected. Maybe the population of town was a lot smaller than you originally thought, it wasn't anything like the city. And despite not fitting in with crowds and being a sore thumb compared to everyone else, the people here were super friendly! An older couple pointed you in the direction of a building you could buy medication for headaches, and a store clurk even offered a banana free of charge after seeing the wretched state you were in. The people here were so lovely, a complete contrast to the wretched city. Every day proved that the move was a brilliant idea!

Getting your medicine was a cinch and now you waited for it to sooth away your pain after downing your water bottle, and blowing time at cute stores and getting some groceries for dinner. By the time you left the shopping street you turned to your phone to see it was–

Five PM already?! How long were you asleep for? How long did you stay at the shopping district?! And how much money did you blow..? That didn't matter right now, you'd miss your hot beach date! With canvas bag in hand, you ran down the streets to the setting sun.

"Are you sure you're not rushing things?" His friend stood stalk still, waiting to pounce, using their shed as a cover.

"You tell me. I've never courted someone before."

....

"It's been a couple hours. Think she decided not to come?"

"You can leave, you know. I'll wait myself." The one in blue finally snapped and turned to eye his friend with an icy eye.

"Suit yourself..." The one introduced as Anasui paddled away deeper into the water, vibrant pink tail splashing after him.

So Weather Report waited in tense silence by himself now, just a little ways away from the pier in the shade, his second skin hanging over his shoulders. His fingers scratched nervously into the peeling red paint of the shed as he waited more.

Did you really decide not to come?

No! There you were! Weather watched you skip over stairs down to the sandy beach, excited even, as his own electrifying glee rocked through his bones.

He would do this. Weather Report would step away from the building and introduce himself. He'd thank you for giving him his coat back during the party. Afterwards maybe you could converse and get to know each other better... Maybe you would grow to enjoy his company even. He hoped you enjoyed the clam he picked out for you. Or would you prefer a blue pearl instead?

He watched you take a deep breath and relax, then push the hair out of your eyes that kept getting caught in the wind. The little gesture made his heart squeeze in an awkward way. You truly did look pretty in the natural light.

He could do this.

You twisted left and right. Maybe looking for him? It was so tempting to run to you and pull you into his arms, and feel you breath against his chest and smell your scent. He wanted to so bad... Surely you'd think he was a creep though. Did you even remember his face? You must've been drunk, like a lot of people at the party last night, he realized as his shoulders began to slump.

I would make a fool of myself if I talked to her now.... Diver Down was right, it was too soon, I'll need to wait at least three more days of courting to be on speaking terms with her.

He couldn't do this.

....But you were right there. To know the target of your admiration was standing in front of him burned Weather so.

Maybe... Maybe he could do something else, he realized as his nails subconsciously wrapped his seal skin closer to his body. He couldn't tell you his secret just yet... But maybe he could use that against you.

You gave up on looking and collapsed into the sand. There wasn't anyone else on the beach, it was totally empty. Even the birds didn't want to land. It seemed like all at once people disappeared and left you all alone at the beach. Your head hurt a little worse than before. You were too late, they must've been long gone by now.

"Damn, this really sucks... So much for meeting new people." You sighed, taking your chin into your hand and leaning against your knee.

But could you blame them? The air was hot and so was the sand, and the ocean didn't help with the humidity.

At least the sunset looked nice. Maybe you'd stick around to watch. Maybe do things that people would normally do on the beach, like look for new shells or find a bottle containing a lovely letter.

There was a noise at your side. It wasn't much of a squeak but it wasn't anything you've heard before. After checking out the beach to your left you saw a bouncing ball of white fur.

Oh my god. It was a seal.

And it was the cutest thing! It was too big to be a baby, but they had the big black eyes and the fluffiest coat. It made more noises as it bounced through the sand to introduce itself to you sniffing at your shoes and bumping their head against your knee once the animal was close enough. It was hard to control yourself. Every inch of your being wanted to throw itself at the fuzzy creature, but you feared that would scare it away! As you slowly lifted your hand, the seal stared up at you with those big eyes and booped his nose against your open palm. Your heart immediately melted, and you cooed softly at the animal, patting his fluffy head gently.

"Hey big guy! Gosh, you're too cute~!" You babbled endlessly as you forced your love onto him. But the seal didn't mind, he warbled more and dug deeper into your hand, closing his eyes in contentment. The headaches and your failed meeting was forgotten in favor of the cutey in front of you.

"You've gotta be the prettiest babe in the whole town! Say, you didn't happen to write a note for little ole me, did you?"

He seemed surprised, you could almost see the whites of his eyes with how big they got. You only laughed it off and scratched at his chin. "I'm just joking. But I would be impressed if you could hold a pen... Between you and me, I'm pretty glad you decided to show up instead of whoever sent that note." He cooed again but you took it for more noises for attention. Unbeknownst, the seal was sad you thought that way. Weather Report wanted to apologize deeply for upsetting you. He felt miserable inside... But the warm hand on his head helped a little. Someday, he promised.

One day I'll propose and tell her the truth. And if that fails... Well, I'll stay to plan B, maybe she'll enjoy my company better as a seal.

That really didn't help him feel better. Weather Report let out a silent sigh and continued to appreciate your work on his fur as he thought about his next gift to lay on your door step.

#this was so overdue but again i really don't think this lives up to the og #oh well :)#i am cringe but i am free #jojo no kimyou na bouken #stone ocean #weather report #jjba x reader #weather report x reader #selkie au #mermay #i guess I'll add that too

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