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kingofthecotas · 24 days ago

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fragile line (ao3) | ~1.8k

a/b/o fic because i got summer camp fomo ✨ no sex just angst and accidental alpha voice lol

“Pecco?”

The quiet rap on his rider’s room door makes him jump, and perhaps it’s for that reason that his answer dies in his throat, the don’t come in, I’m changing caught behind his tongue.

“Pecco, Davide said the meeting would be fifteen minutes later, he has something—ah, sorry.” Marc stops, mouth curled in a bashful grin at the sight of Pecco’s bare chest. “The door was not fully closed—um, the meeting will be later—” And his gaze lands on Pecco’s neck, the uncovered gland. His well-healed bite. “Oh.”

Stupid, is the first thing Pecco thinks, stupid for not closing his door. He’d thought it would be quick enough to change his T-shirt. He’d been careless.

The next thing—panic. Self-directed dismay. A hot flash of protective fury, for Bez, his Bez. The growl rumbles in his throat before he can swallow it; Marc freezes.

No one outside the pack knows. It was better that way, Vale had told them, no questions, no accusations. Just a lot of team polos and high-necked T-shirts. And Pecco—Pecco has undone all of that in a single thoughtless instant. His eyes burn, something blazing taking hold in his chest.

“You can’t—” The words sear, acid. “Do you understand? Do not say anything to anyone.”

As quickly as it had come, the heat fades, leaves him blinking, spacey. Just inside his door, Marc starts, eyes glazed; his mouth opens soundlessly.

He frowns, shaking his head as if dazed, and his lips move again. Nothing. His scent, so familiar to Pecco now, even through blockers and the smell of bike and rubber, shifts, falls through confusion to something much worse.

“Marc…”

Marc’s eyes blow wide, the same horrible realisation that hits Pecco, fist to the throat. He’s never—not once in his life—but he did, and now Marc is staring at him, unable to speak, because Pecco slipped up again, fucking again, twice in as many minutes.

He lost control in the one way he swore he never would. He used his alpha voice.

“Shit,” Pecco breathes, “shit, I didn’t—Marc, I didn’t mean—you can talk—”

Marc keeps trying, keeps opening his mouth; Pecco catches the voiceless shape of his own name and nausea claws at his stomach.

“Close—close the door,” he rasps, then adds, “Please. Please.”

Marc does, his terror fading to something awful and accusatory. With the door shut, his bristling scent fills the room, like a cat puffing up its fur to hide how scared it truly is.

“I didn’t mean—” Pecco says again, but it doesn’t matter, because he did it, freaked out for a single second and ordered his omega teammate into silence. Bez would—if Bez ever found out— “Fuck, we can—I’ll fix this. I will.”

A glare follows, the how? obvious even without words. And, to be honest, it’s a great question. Pecco has no fucking idea. They can’t do it here, though.

“I think,” he starts, careful to leave it open now, careful to give Marc the choice, “I think we should go back to my motorhome. More private.” And if Álex catches even a whiff of the distress Marc is trying to smother now, he’ll have no issue clawing Pecco to bloody shreds.

Pecco has never—it’s never mattered to him, Marc being an omega: not a distraction, like some media outlets liked to sneer, not when he’s only ever had eyes for Bez; not an aggravation, because Pecco has truly never given a single shit whether he’s racing alphas, betas or omegas, just as long as he can beat them. The thought of it being Bez, of some thoughtless alpha losing control and stripping him of his volition, pulls the sickly feeling back up through his gut like knotted rope.

“I’m sorry,” he says, aching in his earnestness. Marc only tilts his head towards the fresh shirt Pecco had been intending to pull on. Five more seconds, and none of this would have happened.

He tugs the polo over his head. Catching his own smell, ozone-hot alpha twined through with engine oil, he grimaces.

——

It isn’t any better in his motorhome, apart from the fact that team personnel are much less likely to catch Marc’s agitated scent. It fills Pecco’s nostrils, however, permeates every inch of the living space: still scared, yes, but also pretty fucking pissed off.

“Marc,” Pecco says, and says a quick prayer in his head, possibly his last. “I don’t know how to undo it.”

The glower he gets for that is truly frightening.

“I’ve never—” He closes his eyes. Hopes his funeral is a nice affair. “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that. I’m sorry. I panicked.” Silence. He peels open one eye, twisting his lips together. “It’s Bez, by the way.” He feels—he owes Marc that, at least.

The look Marc levels at him is as close to yeah, no shit as he’s ever seen.

“We’re that obvious?”

A sharp nod.

“Fuck. Sorry. Again.” He pauses. “I need Vale, Marc.”

Frantic, Marc shakes his head, mouthing no.

“He’s—he’ll know what to do.” If nothing else, he’s pack alpha. Pecco wants him here. He’d come to the paddock this weekend, free of GT and WEC and everything else that demands his time these days.

Another vehement no that rolls Pecco’s stomach.

“Please. I fucking—we need to fix this.”

Marc bares his teeth in a would-be snarl.

Pecco isn’t stupid. More than that, he wasn’t fucking blind eleven years ago when Marc came to Tavullia, when Vale stared at him like the sun was coming out whenever he smiled. And then—

And then.

If anything, Pecco thinks, not for the first time, it’s lucky they weren’t mated when everything collapsed with the force of a dying star. Black holes, now, the history of them, inescapable gravity wells.

“Do you know anyone who can help?”

A pause. A quick headshake.

“Then—please.”

Marc doesn’t exactly agree, but his expression slips into something resigned. Pecco pulls out his phone.

——

It’s easy to pick out Vale’s scent, familiar to Pecco even in the sensory cacophony of the paddock; for Marc too, apparently, because he stiffens. Vale moves closer, closer—and stops for a beat: Marc’s distress must be escaping the motorhome. Footsteps climb the metal steps, too fast, and the door is thrown open.

Vale’s nostrils flare the instant he steps inside, eyes narrowed, a snarl in the curl of his lips: whether it’s for him or Marc, Pecco can’t tell. “Pecco, what—?”

Plaster ripped off. “Marc can’t talk, and it’s my fault.”

Valentino growls.

In all his years knowing him, Pecco has never seen Vale growl at anyone in his pack—nothing more than a good-natured grumble when Bez or Cele got a little too boisterous. Pecco flinches, ducking his head in submission, as the door slams closed and the white-hot anger of his pack alpha singes the inside of his nose. “What happened?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know that, Pecco. I asked what happened.”

“Sorry,” Pecco whispers, primal instinct demanding he does so.

Protective. Vale is furious and protective. He’s standing between Pecco and Marc. Even as Pecco registers that, Vale rumbles an apology.

“I—he saw my mating bite. I said he couldn’t say anything, and now—”

“Pecco.” You have to be careful, Vale whispers in his memory. It is not something you should ever use.

“I know. I know, but please. Can you fix it?”

“I can’t undo this, Pecco. You have to.”

“I’ve tried!” Pecco cries, like a whine, like he’s still a pup who needs Valentino’s guiding hand. “I don’t know, Vale. I’ve never—we have a meeting in an hour, we have to be on TV in the morning—his brother is going to kill me.”

But Vale shakes his head, eyes blank. “I don’t know—I never used it. Not ever.” Behind him, Marc shakes his head in agreement—and Jesus, not even when they were worse than bad. Pecco feels like shit, because even in the midst of a violent implosion, Valentino was able to control his instincts better than him.

He whines properly this time, pitiful.

“Okay. Okay.” Calm seeps into the air, only a hint of force behind it. “You were worried about Bez, yes? About somebody finding out?”

“Yes,” Pecco admits.

“Do you think Marc would tell anyone? Do anything to hurt you or Bez?”

Pecco blurts, “No, of course not,” like a reflex, and it’s like unclenching his jaw after grinding his teeth through a long meeting, sudden relief from a tension he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. “Marc, you can—fuck, of course you can talk. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Marc gasps, an ugly gulping sound, then, “Jesus.”

Valentino closes his eyes: his scent is clamped down, held close; has been since he closed the door behind him and took a stance in front of Marc like he still had any right to do so. Like his alpha.

“Sorry,” Pecco says again, and it feels like he’s saying it to both of them.

Marc just stares, blank, gaze flitting between him and Vale’s sudden-hunched shoulders.

“Please don’t tell Álex,” and that’s what finally gets him a smile, weak but real. There’s a wariness to the way Marc is holding himself now—and Pecco did that. He did that. “I can tell Davide you don’t feel well, it’s just a marketing meeting—”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Silence. Valentino still hasn’t moved. Marc glances at him again.

Pecco wants them out of his motorhome. He wants to sleep for twelve hours. And he wants his mate.

Even if that means telling Bez the truth, even if that means being on the receiving end of the same distrust that’s now sitting behind Marc’s eyes.

“This will—it won’t happen again.”

“I know,” Marc murmurs, forgiveness coming easy as a breath for him. Pecco sometimes wishes it wouldn't. “I will knock next time.” Another pressed smile.

It’s never mattered to Pecco that he’s an omega, and he’d always thought it never mattered to Marc either, but now—underbelly exposed, weakness prised open, he hates it, is squirming beneath it. Pecco swallows.

Marc loathes being reminded of the limitations of his own body more than anything else. And Vale, despite whatever happened between them, he never dug his fingers into this particular wound. Animal instinct halted before the bite became a mortal one.

Still a fragile, desperate hope in both of them.

Pecco inhales; their smell, their smell, is woven through the air, the last hints of distressed omega all but chased away. Valentino still hasn’t looked at Marc, not once.

Well, that’s not Pecco’s fucking problem. “I’ll see you in—an hour, I guess,” he says to Marc, who nods and takes it as the polite dismissal it was intended to be. “Sorry. Again.”

“You didn’t mean to.” When Marc moves, heads for the door, Valentino twitches, clearly holding himself in place—except Marc pauses, tilting his head. “Are you coming?”

The door closes behind both of them.

#might tidy this up and put it on ao3 but for now enjoy #rpf summer camp #motogp rpf #rosquez #despite it all #background beznaia #marc marquez #pecco bagnaia #valentino rossi #a/b/o au #cara.fic

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cherimoyatea · 8 months ago

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The LaDs Men healing your inner child...

...they accidentally evoke your insecurities and comfort you.

❧ Part I - Xavier - One bite away...

Pairing: Xavier x You Synopsis: You feel unappreciated because Xavier wasted your cupcakes. Tags: confused xavier almost food poisoning himself, irritated mc, food waste, mentioning of blood (a little), fluff, romance, comfort Word Count: 750 Side Notes: So, this actually turned out a bit longer than originally intended, but my brain kept spilling ideas, so I just went with it (we haven't been close lately, so I take what I can get *coughs*) I had planned to write a draft for all four men and post it in one go, but they ended up being a bit longer, so I decided to create a little series instead and post it as short stories. Deliberately avoided specifying the traumas so that everyone can project their own ideas if they like. I'm still new to writing about LaDs, but I tried to capture each man's personality as best as possible. Starting off with Xavier, since October is his birthday month! 🎉✨ Part II - Rafayel ❧ Part III - Zayne ❧ Part IV Sylus

''Huh? What do you mean by 'I'm leaving?' You just got here.'' Xavier looks at you, confused, as you turn your back on him and head towards the front door. He rubs his sleepy eyes, still unsure of what exactly happened.

You found him sleeping on the sofa in his apartment earlier and used the spare key after ringing the bell in vain. At first, you were touched by how cute and vulnerable your boyfriend looked in his sleep, but your feelings quickly shifted when your gaze fell on his open kitchen counter.

On your way to the hallway, you again, spot the cupcakes you baked for Xavier three days ago. They're still sitting untouched on the counter, and the unrefrigerated buttercream looks anything but fresh by now. You take the plate with the cupcakes and walk over to the trashbin, while a burning feeling of disappointment spreads within you as you press the foot pedal of the bin, opening the lid.

All for nothing.

You spent half the morning preparing a surprise for your boyfriend, and he hasn't even tried your baked goods. The thought that your effort went unappreciated weighs heavily on you, and you just want to leave his apartment as quickly as possible.

''Wait, what's going on here?'' You suddenly hear his voice and startle as he unexpectedly appears behind you, snatching the plate from your hands without you realizing it.

''Everything's fine. Just leave it alone.'' You shake your head, still annoyed by his lack of interest in your baking. ''Cupcakes need to be refrigerated, or they will go bad.'' Your serious stare shifts from the plate in his hands back to Xavier's bewildered face as you sigh with a defeated shrug. ''Guess, I have to throw them away now.''

''Xavier! Have you lost your mind? You could really get sick from that!''

You reach out and try to take the plate from him, but he quickly steps back and pulls it away. ''Nope. They're mine'' he replies with a soft smile, as you watch him set the plate down on the counter and take a moldy piece of pastry. Your eyes widen as he brings it to his mouth to take a bite, and you quickly grab the dessert from his hand and throw it into the trashbin.

He looks genuinely distressed as he stares at your baked goods in the trash and berates himself for his own negligence. ''You really didn’t have to do that, MC... I'm sure they would’ve still been delicious.''

An awkward silence fills the room as you sigh and follow his gaze. ''Why did you even leave them on the counter? You usually finish my food in no time...''

Only then do your eyes catch the small bloodstain at the bottom of his white sweater, and you gasp as you lift the hem. ''Xavier, what the...?!'' Your heart drops as you notice the bandage awkwardly wrapped around his right hip and he quickly pulls his sweater over the injury, attempting to hide the leaking wound, but it's too late— you have already seen it.

And suddenly everything becomes clear: Your beloved didn't eat the cupcakes because he wasn't home. He was completely unaware of the surprise you prepared for him and collapsed on his couch after he got back, drained and exhausted.

''Xav, don't tell me you were on a mission that I didn't know about...''

You say, suddenly feeling so bad for being upset over him just a minute ago.

''And what if I was?''

For a brief moment, Xavier turns away, trying to avoid your concerned expression as he considers whether to be honest with you. But then he lets out a sigh and steps closer, meeting your gaze softly.

Blue, warm eyes study every muscle on your face, trying to read your mind while you hear his soothing voice. ''Sorry for not enjoying your pastries in time. Please don't think that I don't appreciate what you do for me.''

Guilt runs through your veins as you realize that moments earlier, your partner was willing to put his health at risk in order to improve your mood, His selflessness, brings tears to your eyes, and you feel the suffocating sense of worthlessness slowly vanish from your body.

The handsome silver-blonde man softly brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm eyes fixed on yours. ''I've fought through every battle just to come back to you, MC. You are seen and cherished—always keep that in mind.''

Thanks for reading!

Cheri 🍒

Updated Nov. 20th:

Added links to the other parts + fixed formatting.

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cyberstudious · 6 months ago

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2025, week 1 (dec 30th - jan 5th) ✨

for this year, I felt inspired to take a page out of @lostlibrariangirl's book and try weekly posts! I like the idea of collecting little moments throughout the week & reflecting on them at the end.

this week was very strange and kind of difficult, tbh. I blame new year's day falling in the middle of the week - my routine-loving brain did not have a good time haha. I was also struggling to get some work projects done. I find that some projects flow really well, and others seem to drag on forever and make me question my purpose, but I suppose it all balances out in the end. I'm hoping that things will feel more normal next week, now that all the holidays are over. swinging between feeling super exhausted and super motivated is not fun :(

one of the things that I did this week was fill out a goals page in my 2025 planner! I wrote down a lot, but I think they're all achievable, and it's okay if I don't get everything! it'll still be nice to look back at the end of the year and see what I've done. there are some cybersecurity courses that I want to work through, and I want to properly get back into language learning this year, but I wrote down some fun goals, too! here is a small selection of what I want to try and do in 2025:

complete the TCM Practical Malware Analysis and Triage course

read a book in Spanish

reach 50 birds on my life list (this is a totally arbitrary number, but that's like 1-2 new birds per month which I think I can do if I really try) (a subgoal of this is trying to spot an american woodcock bc their range technically overlaps with where I live and they are so goofy looking. I want to see one of them doing that funky lil dance in person so bad)

mend at least 1 item of clothing

get a technician amateur radio license (everyone on my dad's side of the family is licensed, and I think it would be a fun hobby to get into as a combo of learning the science behind radio & also learning to help with communications from a disaster preparedness perspective)

I think 2025 is going to be a year where I have to keep reminding myself that I can do anything, but not everything. I also want to make it a year of reaching out and forging connections with people in my community & online friends. the world feels like a very heavy place more days than not, but we can get through it together.

some highlights from this week:

drinking lots of tea

settling into my 2025 planner

getting back into language learning with clozemaster & busuu

outlining & starting the first draft of a fic that's taken over my brain the past few weeks lol

finishing two projects at work so I can start fresh next week

#studyblr #studyspo #studying #reading #study inspo #study motivation #op #this post got longer than I expected it to but wahooo new year time lol #I think I'm just gonna try to take it day by day and see what happens #practicing being kind to myself and all that

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elodieunderglass · 1 year ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could help me out with a word I've forgotten? I'm trying to remember the name for a concept that (I think) talks about how people better understand or process Things once they have vocabulary to describe it - I've heard it talked about in regards to the colour orange, or coercive control, etc.

long story short i've just read a paper saying ancient Greeks and Romans weren't racist bc they had no word for racism and am trying to form an argument against!

(no worries if this is unanswerable, i'm aware its a bit of a long shot but you struck me as a person who Knows Things)

That’s extremely kind and funny of you. i don’t know much but i am ok at synthesis.

I think you might be thinking of the concepts loosely called the “Sapir-Whorf hypothesis”, which describes something called “linguistic determinism.” This idea has been “disproven”, as it is just too reductionist as a concept - people are clearly perfectly capable of having experiences that are tough to describe with words. There will be plenty of papers showing how this reasoning is applied.

but it is still commonly thrown around and still considered a useful teaching framework. That’s why you’ll see it referenced online as if it is fresh, new, and applicable - people learn about it every year in college. Also, elements of the framework are probably perfectly sound. It definitely seems to be the case that language shapes brains; it just doesn’t seem to be the case that humans who don’t have specific words for them can’t experience orange, or the future.

(Many things in college are taught using teaching frameworks that may not be, technically, true; the framework is intended to give a critical structure for interpreting information. Then, when we later find evidence that disproves the hypothesis, that single piece of information doesn’t destroy our expensive college education; what we paid for is the framework. This is mostly frustrating in the sciences, when fresh crops of undergraduate students crash around on social media, grappling with their first exposure to (complex concept) and how it’s DIFFERENT to what they learned BEFORE and their teachers LIED TO EVERYBODY and they’re going to save the world from POP SCIENCE by telling the TRUTH. You’ll notice that these TOTALLY NEW INFORMATION reveals map along the semester schedule. The thing here is that getting new information, or information being different from what you were previously told, does not cancel out the fact that you are getting what you pay for - an education. Learning new facts that change our relationships to hypotheses isn’t a ✨huge betrayal ✨ , but the expected process of academia. Anyway.)

You have an interesting response here, and can start by looking at the ways that Sapir-Whorf has been disproved. There will be loads of literature on that.

However, it would be interesting to look at the argument as an unpicking of the other side’s rather weird, ritualistic superstitious belief that a behavior doesn’t exist if the creatures doing it can’t describe it. It is not on the ancient Greeks and Romans to categorise and interpret their behavior for a modern educated audience. They do not have the wherewithal to do so. They are also fucking dead. We can name the behaviors we see, and describe their impacts, however the hell we like.

Sure, the ancient Greeks used “cancer” to refer to lumpy veiny tumors. We can infer that they still had blood cancer, because their medical texts describe leukaemia and their corpses have evidence of it - they just didn’t know it was cancer. But we do, so we can call it cancer. Just because Homer said “the wine-dark sea” in a flight of girlish whimsy doesn’t mean he was unable to distinguish grape juice from saltwater, which we know, because we can observe that he was an intelligent wordsmith perfectly capable of talking about wine and oceans in other contexts. We are the people who get to stand at our point of history with our words, and name things like “this person probably died of leukaemia” and “poets say things that aren’t necessarily literal” and “this behaviour was racist” and “that’s gay” and “togas kinda slay tho” despite Ancient Greeks having different concepts of cancer, wittiness, prejudice, homosexuality, and slaying than we do today.

Now just to caveat that people do get muddled about the concept of racism. Our understanding of racism from here - this point of history, with these words, probably from the West - is heavily influenced by how we see racism around us today: white supremacy and the construct of “whiteness,” European colonial expansion, transatlantic chattel slavery, orientalism, evangelism, 20th century racial science, and so on. This is the picture of racism that really dominates our current discourse, so people often mistake it for the definition of racism. (Perhaps in a linguistic-deterministic sort of way after all.) As a result, muddled-up people often say things like “I can’t be racist because I’m not a white American who throws slurs at black American people,” while being an Indian person in the UK who votes for vile anti-immigration practices, or a Polish person with a horrible attitude about the Roma. Many people genuinely hold this very kindergarten idea of racism; if your opponent does as well, they’re probably thinking something like “Ancient Greek and Roman people didn’t have a concept of white supremacy, because whiteness hadn’t been invented yet, so how could they be racist?” And that’s unsound reasoning in a separate sense.

Racism as the practice of prejudice against an ethnicity, particularly one that is a minority, is a power differential that is perfectly observable in ancient cultures. The beliefs and behaviors will be preserved in written plays, recorded slurs, beauty standards, reactions to foreign marriages, and travel writing. The impacts will be documented in political records, trade agreements, the layouts of historical districts of ancient towns.

You don’t need permission to point out behaviours and impacts. You can point them out in any words you like. You can make up entirely new words to bully the ancient romans with. You are the one at this point of history and your words are the ones that get used.

Pretending that “words” are some kind of an intellect-obscuring magical cloud in the face of actual evidence is just a piece of sophistry (derogatory) on the part of your opponent here. It’s meant to be a distraction. You can dismiss this very flimsy shield pretty quickly and get them in the soft meat of them never reading anything about the actual material topic, while they’re still looking up dictionary definitions or whatever.

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honeytonedhottie · 1 year ago

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the art of conversation (from a professional yapper)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍉

just wanted to preface this by saying that NOT everyone is extremely sociable and thats totally okay. this post is to help improve ur conversational skills and charisma ✨

WHY LEARNING TO BE SOCIAL IS IMPORTANT ;

social skills are literally the FOUNDATION of effective communication. its important bcuz it allows u to build meaningful relationships, express urself, collaborate with others etc.

when ur learn how to be an effective communicator u can connect more deeply with the people around u. being more social can also provide u with opportunities, and in general make ur life SO much easier. not to mention u have a lot more fun.

SUPERIORITY/INFERIORITY COMPLEX ;

an inferiority complex is the feeling of inadequacy, an insecurity that ur not on the same level as someone else. a superiority complex is the opposite, u can come off as smug or condescending. both are bad in their own right.

the way that u can combat this is by adopting the mindset that you are neither below or above anyone else, and no one else is above or below you.

doing so can kind of even the playing field of conversation in ur mind and make sure that ur not feeling some kind of way before going into a conversation bcuz when u let ur superiority/inferiority complex go by un-fixed it can sabotage communication and not give ppl the change to get to know u.

UNLEARN SHAME ;

first u gotta start off with thinking about ways that shame has influenced ur thoughts or actions. an example that im sure a lot of us could relate to is the whole cringe concept.

to help unlearn shame i recommend journalling, therapy, and mindfulness so that then u can let urself ENJOY things again, without having the looming fear of the judgement of others.

also no genuinely happy person is going to take time out of their day to shame u, only a loser would do that. and if ur the one shaming others for liking something bcuz of ur own insecurity, get that fixed and get a life.

PREPPING FOR CONVERSATION ;

when approaching someone or starting conversation with someone for the first time, a rly good way to start it is with a compliment. dont start it by saying hi cuz i think thats so awkward 😭

compliment them for something, their response can also tell u a lot about them also bcuz some ppl will take the compliment well and some ppl will serve u a dirty look and that alone can tell u if u rly wanna be conversing with that person.

LEARN TO LAUGH ;

since we've already talked about why learning to not feel embarrassed about every little thing is important, here's what to do when something like that comes up. literally laugh.

for example the other day someone whom i've never spoken to before came up to me and started talking to me so familiarly, like with their arm around me and everything and i just went with it 💀 until he noticed that he had mistaked me for someone else, but its okay cuz now i have a new friend. LAUGH ABOUT IT.

dont take everything so seriously, being able to enjoy and take a joke is what makes conversation so much fun. note, do NOT mistake taking a joke as taking disrespect bcuz u should not take that, there is a distinct difference.

the biggest advice i can give as a yapper is to be more lighthearted and not take everything seriously. bcuz i feel like when we take everything so seriously we become rigid and thats not hot, be a breath of fresh air instead ✨

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lila-lou · 6 months ago

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✨His second exception - Pt. 29/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, ANGST, Maybe some triggers (death chances etc.)

Word Count: 8591

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 29 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

The moment the warmth rushed down your thighs and pooled at your feet, the world seemed to stop. You stared down, frozen in place, your breath catching in your throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. Four weeks too early. Too soon. Panic surged through you as a million fears collided in your chest.

“Ben”, you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper, but the crack in it was enough to make him turn instantly. His gaze followed yours to the puddle on the floor, and his face went pale.

“Shit”, he muttered, rushing to your side. His hands were on you in an instant, steadying you as your knees buckled. “Hey, hey—breathe, baby. Look at me”.

You couldn’t. Your eyes stayed glued to the puddle as the enormity of what was happening crashed over you. “She’s not ready”, you whispered, trembling violently. “Ben, she’s not ready. It’s too soon!”.

His hands gripped your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. His green eyes were fierce, burning with the determination you’d always relied on. “Stop”, he commanded, his voice steady even as his own panic simmered beneath the surface. “You hear me? You don’t get to spiral. Not now”.

“But—”, you started, tears streaming down your face as you clung to his arms. “She won’t survive. I won’t—”.

“You will”, he said sharply, cutting you off as he leaned closer, his forehead pressing against yours. “You both will. I don’t care what the odds are. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re going to fight, just like you promised me. Just like we promised her”.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, his words grounding you even as terror clawed at your throat. “Ben, what if—”.

“No!”, he interrupted again, his voice cracking with raw emotion. “No what-ifs. We’re doing this. Together”.

You nodded shakily, letting him guide you to the couch. Every movement sent sharp pangs through your abdomen, and you knew the contractions weren’t far behind.

Ben didn’t waste a second. “Stay here!”, he said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotion in his eyes. He guided you to sit back on the couch, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment before he rushed toward the bedroom. You heard the sounds of drawers being pulled open, zippers being tugged, and the hurried shuffle of his feet as he returned with a fresh pair of pants and your hospital bag.

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you changed”, he said, dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands were surprisingly steady as he helped you out of your damp clothes, his every movement careful and deliberate. “I know this feels like chaos right now, but we’ve got this. We’ve planned for this”.

Tears welled in your eyes, and your breath hitched as he gently pulled the fresh pants up your legs, avoiding any sudden movements that might worsen your pain. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this”, you murmured, your voice trembling. “She’s not ready, Ben”.

He looked up at you, his hands pausing for a moment as he met your gaze. “She’s a fighter”, he said softly, his green eyes full of conviction. “Just like her mom. And just like her dad. We’re going to get through this. You both are”.

His words steadied you, if only for a moment. You nodded, wiping at the tears on your cheeks as he finished dressing you and carefully helped you to your feet. You leaned into him, clutching his arm as he led you toward the front door.

“Almost there”, he murmured, his voice calm and reassuring. “We’ll be in the car in just a minute”.

By the time you reached the car, your legs were trembling so badly that Ben had to lift you into the passenger seat. His hands were firm yet gentle as he buckled you in, adjusting the belt to sit as comfortably as possible around your swollen belly. “Hold on, baby”, he said softly, brushing a kiss against your forehead before shutting the door and running to the driver’s side.

The tires screeched as he pulled out of the driveway, the hospital bag tossed in the backseat. You clung to the armrest, your other hand pressed against your belly as a contraction tore through you. The streets blurred past the windows, the city lights flashing like distant stars.

“We’re going to the tower”, Ben said, his voice tight with urgency but still steady enough to comfort you. “They’re ready for this. They’ll know what to do”.

You nodded weakly, closing your eyes as the pain threatened to overwhelm you. “Ben”, you whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “If something happens to me—”.

“Stop”, he interrupted, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. “Nothing is going to happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to her. You’re both going to be fine. You hear me?”.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you nodded, unable to argue with the determination in his voice. “I hear you”.

Minutes later, the tower came into view, its lights glowing against the dark sky like a beacon of hope.

Ben pulled into the underground parking lot of the tower, the car skidding to a stop in a space closest to the elevator. Before he even turned off the engine, he was out of the car, moving around to your side. The moment he opened the door, he saw the pain etched across your face and his heart clenched.

“Hold on. We’re almost there”, he said, his voice steady, though his hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled your seatbelt.

When you turned your head, through the haze of pain, you saw Dr. Collins standing near the elevator with two nurses, a gurney ready and waiting. Ben had thought ahead—he’d called on the way, his voice sharp with urgency but clear, ensuring everything was prepared for your arrival.

“Ben”, you whimpered, your breath hitching as another contraction wracked your body.

“I’ve got you”, he murmured, slipping an arm under your knees and another behind your back to lift you effortlessly out of the car. His movements were swift but gentle, his jaw set as he carried you toward the waiting team.

“Alright, let’s get her upstairs. We’ll do an immediate assessment. We’ve prepared a NICU already.. just in case", Dr. Collins mumbled.

Her words were professional, but they hit you like a sledgehammer. Just in case. It was a contingency plan, one you’d prayed you’d never need. You clung to Ben’s shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes.

“She’s going to be fine”, he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt as he lowered you onto the gurney. “Both of you will”.

The nurses secured you quickly, their hands gentle but efficient, and within moments, you were being wheeled toward the elevator. Ben didn’t let go of your hand, walking alongside the gurney as they moved. His presence was a lifeline, his grip anchoring you as you fought to keep your composure.

Dr. Collins stepped into the elevator with you, giving Ben a reassuring look as she spoke. “We’ll monitor her vitals closely and keep you updated every step of the way. You’re in good hands”.

Ben´s gaze flicking between you and the doctor. “I’m not leaving her”.

“No one’s asking you to”, Dr. Collins replied with a small nod.

The elevator ride felt like an eternity, the sterile hum of the machinery broken only by the sound of your labored breaths and the faint murmur of the nurses discussing preparations. Ben leaned close, his forehead brushing yours as he whispered, “Breathe with me, sweetheart. In and out. That’s it”.

You did your best to follow his lead, focusing on his steady presence rather than the sharp waves of pain radiating through your body. The doors slid open to reveal a team waiting in the hospital suite, everything prepped and ready to go.

As they wheeled you in, Ben kissed your forehead again, his voice low and resolute. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere”.

Dr. Collins took charge, issuing instructions as the nurses moved swiftly to transfer you onto the delivery bed. Monitors were attached, your vitals checked, and the room became a whirlwind of activity. Through it all, Ben never let go of your hand, his presence a constant in the chaos.

As another contraction hit, sharp and unrelenting, you cried out, your grip tightening on Ben’s hand.

Dr. Collins stepped to your side, her expression calm but focused. “We’re going to do everything we can to keep you both safe. But we need to move quickly. Are you ready?”.

You nodded through the haze of pain, your free hand instinctively going to your belly. “Do whatever it takes”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “Just save her”.

Ben’s hand tightened around yours, his voice low and fierce. “They’re saving both of you. You hear me? Both of you”.

His words carried a conviction so strong that for a moment, you let yourself believe it, holding onto his strength as the team prepared for what came next.

The last hour had been a blur of pain, fear, and sharp commands from Dr. Collins and the nurses. Every contraction felt like it might split you in two, but still, you weren’t allowed to push. Dr. Collins kept coming to your side, her calm but stern voice telling you to hold on just a little longer as she checked your progress.

You barely registered her actions as she adjusted the monitors, checked your vitals, and injected a smaller dose of the V Medication into your IV line. “This should stabilize her heart rate and ease the strain on her system”, she explained to the nurse, but you could feel the tension in her voice. The words barely registered as you clung to Ben’s hand, trying to breathe through another wave of contractions.

Ben, however, wasn’t as calm. His green eyes burned with frustration and worry as he hovered over you, his other hand pressed against your forehead to brush away the sweat that had gathered there.

Dr. Collins leaned over you, her eyes scanning the monitors before she looked at Ben and then back to you. Her expression was serious but composed, as if she were trying to mask the gravity of the situation. “This isn’t going to be a normal birth”, she said finally, her voice steady. “Not with your body in the condition it’s in”.

You tensed, gripping Ben’s hand tighter as fear clawed at your chest. “What does that mean?”, you rasped, your voice barely audible over the beeping monitors.

Dr. Collins sighed, glancing briefly at the nurse beside her before returning her gaze to you. “The process itself is normal, technically speaking. Your baby is in position, and your contractions are progressing. For many women, this phase of labor can last for hours. But in your case…”, She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “Your body is already under immense stress. The V Medication is helping, but it’s only a temporary solution. We need to get her out sooner rather than later to minimize the risks to both of you”.

Dr. Collins placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her tone softening slightly as she continued. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to administer a medication to help speed up the dilation process and fully open you up. It’ll prepare your body for delivery as quickly as possible so we can get the baby out safely”.

You nodded weakly, though fear gripped your chest like a vice. “Will it hurt?”, you whispered, your voice trembling as another contraction rippled through your body, making you cry out softly.

“It may intensify the contractions”, Dr. Collins admitted, her expression apologetic. “But we’ll manage the pain as much as we can. The priority is delivering your baby as safely and quickly as possible”.

Ben’s hand tightened around yours, his voice sharp but not unkind. “Is this safe for her? For both of them?”.

Dr. Collins turned to him, meeting his gaze head-on. “It’s the best option we have right now. Time isn’t on our side, and we need to move quickly. I promise you, I’m doing everything I can to minimize the risks”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his hand gripping yours like a lifeline as he turned to Dr. Collins, his voice sharp and on edge. “Why not a C-section?”, he demanded, his green eyes blazing with frustration and fear. “Why are we putting her through this? Just get the baby out!”.

Dr. Collins didn’t flinch, her professional demeanor unshaken as she looked him in the eye. “Because a C-section isn’t possible in her case”, she said calmly but firmly. “Not with the unique situation we’re dealing with”.

“What the fuck does that mean?”, Ben snapped, his voice rising. “What’s stopping you?”.

Dr. Collins sighed, casting a quick glance at you before speaking, her voice measured but empathetic. “You know your baby isn’t… standard”, she said carefully. “With a supe baby, the risks of a surgical delivery are exponentially higher. Her bone density, even at this stage, is far stronger than that of a typical newborn. A surgical incision could damage your her internal organs if the baby reacts defensively".

Ben blinked, his mouth falling open slightly as her words sank in. “So what—you’re saying this is the only way? That she has to go through this, no matter what?”.

Dr. Collins nodded. “Yes. A natural delivery is the safest option—for both mother and baby. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but this isn’t a decision we’ve made lightly. We’re working to keep them both alive, and this is the best chance we have”.

You squeezed Ben’s hand weakly, pulling his attention back to you. “Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling but resolute. “It’s okay. I can do this”.

“No!”, he said immediately. “It’s not okay. This isn’t fair. You shouldn’t have to—”.

“But I do”, you interrupted, your voice stronger now, even as your body trembled with the effort. “I have to. For her. For us”.

Ben closed his eyes as he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“You’re here”, you said, your voice soft but firm. “That’s all I need”.

Dr. Collins stepped forward, her voice calm but urgent. “We need to move now. The medication is already working. You’re progressing faster than expected. It’s time to start pushing”.

Ben wiped at his face quickly, forcing himself to pull it together as he looked down at you. “You’ve got this”, he murmured, his voice steadier now.

You nodded, clutching his hand as another contraction hit, sharper and more intense than before. “I’ll try”, you whispered through gritted teeth.

“No”, Ben said fiercely, leaning closer so his forehead pressed against yours. “You don’t try—you do. You fight, just like you always have. You promised me. You promised her”.

Dr. Collins moved into position, her hands steady as she prepared for the delivery. “Alright, let’s do this”, she said, her voice sharp and commanding. “With the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can. We’re bringing this baby into the world”.

As the next contraction hit, you bore down with every ounce of strength you had left. But then it happened—a sharp, sickening crack echoed through the room, followed immediately by a searing, unimaginable pain that tore through your body. A scream ripped from your throat, raw and primal, the sound of agony escaping before you even realized it.

Dr. Collins froze for a fraction of a second, her sharp instincts kicking in as she muttered, “That was the hipbone”. Her face tightened as she instantly barked out orders. “Get me another dose of the V. Now!”, she snapped at a nurse, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. The nurse moved quickly, her hands steady despite the tension in the room.

Tears streamed down your face, and your vision blurred as the pain radiated outward from your hip, mingling with the already overwhelming agony of labor. Your body was a battlefield, each part screaming in protest as you struggled to keep going. The V medication burned like fire in your veins as the nurse injected it into your IV, the sensation almost as unbearable as the pain itself.

“I’m here, (Y/N), I’m here”, Ben’s voice broke through the haze, low and trembling with helpless desperation. He clung to your hand as though he could transfer his strength into you.

But you couldn’t tell what hurt more—the relentless waves of labor, the fiery burn of the V surging through your veins, or the white-hot pain from your shattered hipbone. Everything blurred together into a cacophony of torment, your body fighting against itself as you struggled to bring your baby into the world.

“I can’t”, you gasped, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Ben, I can’t—”.

“Yes, you can”, he said firmly, his voice breaking but resolute. “Look at me. Look at me, sweetheart”. His hand cupped your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You’re not giving up. Not now. Not when you’re this close. You’ve got this. You do”.

“I—”, you sobbed, your body convulsing as another contraction gripped you. The pain was unbearable, tearing through you like a storm.

"Come on, another push”, Dr. Collins urged, her voice cutting through the haze of pain and exhaustion. “You’re so close. The head is crowning”.

You sobbed, trembling with the effort as you clung to Ben’s hand, his steady grip the only thing grounding you. The fire in your veins from the V medication clashed with the excruciating pain radiating from your shattered hipbone, but you knew you had to push. You had to keep going.

Gritting your teeth, you gathered what little strength you had left and bore down. But as you did, an ear-piercing crack filled the room, followed by another and another, sharp and sickening. The pain ripped through your chest, and you screamed, your voice breaking as it echoed off the sterile walls.

Dr. Collins froze for a moment, her face going pale as she muttered under her breath, “More V. Now!”.

The nurse hesitated for a split second, her hands shaking as she prepared another dose of the volatile medication. The fire in your veins intensified as the V was injected, and for a moment, the room spun. Your body felt like it was on the verge of tearing itself apart.

Ben was barely holding it together. His face was a mask of desperation and fury as he looked from you to Dr. Collins, his voice breaking as he yelled, “She can’t fucking take more of this! Do something, for fuck’s sake!”.

“We’re doing everything we can!”, Dr. Collins snapped, her voice tight with focus as she monitored your vitals. “She’s too far along. We’re almost there. One more push, and the baby will be out”.

But then the heart monitor next to you spiked, the alarm blaring as your heart rate climbed to levels that should have been impossible. The nurse froze, her face pale as she turned to Dr. Collins. “Her heart—”.

“I know!”, Dr. Collins cut her off, her tone sharp. “We don’t have time. One more push, and we can stabilize her after”.

Your vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges as the pain reached an unbearable crescendo. Your body screamed for relief, for rest, but you knew there was no stopping now. You had to push. For her. For Ben. For the life you’d fought so hard to bring into the world.

Ben leaned closer, his hands cupping your face as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Sweetheart, listen to me”, he said, his voice breaking but fierce. “This is it. Just one more. One more push, and she’ll be here. You can do this. Please, baby. Just one more”.

You nodded weakly, tears mixing with sweat as you locked eyes with him. His belief in you was the only thing keeping you tethered to the moment. Gathering every ounce of strength left in your shattered body, you bore down, screaming through the agony as you pushed with everything you had.

“The head’s out!”, Dr. Collins shouted, her voice sharp with urgency. “Just a little more. One final push”.

“I can’t”, you sobbed, your body trembling violently, but Ben shook his head, his voice fierce and desperate.

“Yes, you can”, he said, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “You will. You’re almost there. Just one more, sweetheart. One more”.

With a guttural scream, you pushed one last time, the pain so blinding it felt like you might pass out. And then, suddenly, the pressure released, and the sound of a baby’s cry filled the room.

“She’s out!”, Dr. Collins announced, holding up the tiny, wriggling baby. Her voice was laced with both relief and urgency as she quickly handed the baby to a nurse for evaluation. “She’s breathing”.

The moment Dr. Collins handed the baby to the nurse, everything shifted. Your body collapsed back against the bed, limp, lifeless. The room blurred into chaos as the flatline from the heart monitor pierced the air, the steady rhythm replaced by a single, shrill tone.

Ben’s hand was still wrapped tightly around yours when he noticed your grip falter. His sharp eyes flicked to your face—pale, unmoving. His stomach twisted into a knot. “Hey!”, he said, his voice low but edged with alarm. “Don’t pull this shit. Wake up!”.

No response. His jaw tightened, his grip on your hand unrelenting as he turned his attention to Dr. Collins.

“Her heart’s stopped”, the nurse shouted, already moving to start compressions.

“Fix it!”, Ben barked, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Right now!”.

Dr. Collins didn’t flinch under his glare. “We’re on it”, she said sharply, taking control of the room. “Start CPR! Push epinephrine! Let’s move!”.

The nurse jumped onto the bed, her hands pressing down on your chest in a steady rhythm. Your fragile body jerked with every compression, but Ben didn’t waver. His eyes were locked on your face, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. His free hand ran through his hair, the tension rolling off him in waves.

“You don’t get to quit”, he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “Not after everything you’ve been through. Not now”.

Another nurse injected a fresh dose of epinephrine into your IV line, the room buzzing with urgency as Dr. Collins monitored your vitals. The flatline persisted, the sound digging into Ben’s ears like nails on a chalkboard.

The sound of the baby’s cries echoed from the corner of the room, high-pitched and desperate, but Ben didn’t even glance in that direction. His focus was locked on you, his jaw clenched tight enough to grind steel as the flatline persisted, stabbing into his ears. The chaos around him was deafening—nurses barking commands, the rhythmic thud of compressions on your chest, the baby wailing—but none of it mattered. The only thing he saw was you, lying pale and still, as though life itself had abandoned you.

“You don’t get to check out on me. You hear me?”, he growled, his voice low but sharp, aimed entirely at you.

Dr. Collins worked frantically, barking orders while keeping an eye on the monitor. “Push harder”, she commanded the nurse performing CPR. “We still have a chance. Don’t stop”.

“You promised me”, he said, his tone carrying the weight of a command. “You don’t break promises, do you? You don’t give up. You’ve fought through worse than this”.

The baby’s cries grew louder, but still Ben didn’t waver, his eyes scanning your face for even the smallest sign of movement. Nothing. His chest tightened, the weight of helplessness gnawing at his core. He hated this feeling, hated it more than anything. He was the one who told you you’d make it, who swore that you were strong enough to survive. Now it felt like those words were slipping through his fingers along with your life.

“It’s your fight now. And you’re not a quitter. You don’t get to quit on me, on her”, Ben gestured sharply toward the crying baby without looking, his voice rough but steady. “She needs you. I need you. So get your fucking ass back here”.

For a moment, there was nothing but the relentless beep of the flatline. Ben’s grip on your hand tightened again, his jaw set like stone as he refused to look away, refused to give in to the gnawing fear creeping up his spine. The tension in the room was suffocating.

Then—finally—a faint, broken beep sounded from the monitor.

“Got it!”, one of the nurses called out. “We’ve got a rhythm!”.

Dr. Collins’ head snapped up, her sharp eyes locking onto the monitor. “It’s weak, but it’s there”, she said quickly, already issuing new orders to stabilize you. “Keep her going. Let’s stabilize her and prep for ICU”.

Ben didn’t move, his hand still gripping yours like a lifeline. His jaw relaxed just a fraction, and the slightest flicker of relief passed over his face.

Your breathing was shallow, your chest barely moving, but the faint rhythm on the monitor was enough for the medical team to spring into action. Ben stayed rooted beside you, his hand never leaving yours as they worked to stabilize you.

The baby’s cries quieted in the background as one of the nurses approached with her, swaddled and calm. “She’s alright”, the nurse said cautiously, holding the baby close.

Ben glanced over, just briefly, his expression hard to read. He nodded, his eyes flickering back to you as the nurse hesitated. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, not even when the nurse stood a few feet away, holding the baby. His baby. The tiny, swaddled figure that had caused all of this.

The thought clawed at his chest, a mix of anger and guilt boiling under the surface. You were in this position because of him. Because you carried his child. You’d fought for months, your body breaking piece by piece, all because he had been too stubborn to see the risks. And now, as you lay there with your life hanging by a thread, the full weight of it crashed down on him.

“Sir…”, the nurse said hesitantly, holding the baby closer. “Do you want to—”.

“No!”, Ben snapped, his voice sharp enough to make the nurse flinch. His eyes didn’t leave your face, his grip on your hand tightening. “I’m not leaving her”.

The nurse hesitated, then quietly stepped back toward the other corner of the room, her eyes darting between him and Dr. Collins, who was still focused on stabilizing your vitals. The tension in the room was thick, oppressive, but Ben didn’t care. The baby could wait. Everything could wait. All that mattered was you.

Your chest rose and fell shallowly, the faint rhythm on the monitor the only sign you were still fighting. Ben’s hand moved to your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, his touch almost gentle despite the frustration simmering beneath his exterior.

Dr. Collins glanced up briefly, her expression grim but focused. “She’s stable for now”, she said, her voice tight. “But her condition is critical. We need to move her to the ICU immediately”.

Ben straightened slightly, his broad shoulders taut as he stared down at you. “Then move her”, he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Do whatever the fuck you have to do. Just make sure she fucking stays alive”.

Dr. Collins nodded, motioning for the team to prepare the transport. As they worked to secure you for transport, Ben finally turned his head, just slightly, toward the nurse holding the baby. His gaze flickered to the tiny figure, her small face scrunched in confusion as she let out a soft whimper. The sight made something twist in his chest—something raw and unfamiliar—but he quickly shoved it down.

“I’ll look at her when she’s ready to see her mom”, he said gruffly, turning his attention back to you. “Not before”.

The nurse nodded silently, stepping back again as the team began to wheel you out of the room. Ben followed without hesitation, his hand still gripping yours, his presence as unyielding as ever.

As they moved through the hallway, his voice dropped to a low murmur, meant only for you. “You’re going to wake up, sweetheart. And when you do, we’ll figure the rest of this out. Together. But don’t you dare leave me. Don’t you fucking dare”.

His words were a promise, a command, and maybe even a prayer, though he’d never admit it. Ben didn’t know what came next, but he knew one thing: he wasn’t letting you go. Not now. Not ever.

Hours dragged by in agonizing silence, broken only by the steady rhythm of the monitors tracking your vitals. Ben sat slouched in the chair beside your bed, his elbows resting on his knees, one hand still wrapped tightly around yours. He hadn’t moved in hours, his green eyes fixed on you, unblinking. He looked like a soldier on a stakeout—tired, tense, but laser-focused. Not once had he checked his phone to text your parents or anyone else. None of them mattered right now. Only you.

Every so often, his grip on your hand would tighten as if daring you to let go, as if willing you to stay tethered to him. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, most of them sharp and bitter. He hated the helplessness, the fact that he couldn’t fight this battle for you. But more than anything, he hated the small, nagging voice at the back of his mind whispering that he might lose you.

When Dr. Collins came into the room for the sixth time, Ben straightened in his seat, his sharp gaze snapping to her like a hawk locking onto its prey. “What’s the update?”, he asked immediately, his voice gruff but steady.

Dr. Collins glanced at the monitors, her expression softening just a fraction. “She’s passed the most critical hours”, she said, her tone calm but encouraging. “Her vitals are stabilizing. The V has done its job—her broken bones are healing, and her internal injuries are no longer life-threatening”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his grip on your hand relaxing just slightly. “But?”,

Dr. Collins sighed, folding her arms as she leaned against the counter. “She’s still weak. Her body’s been through hell, and the pain meds are dosed pretty high. When she wakes up—and she will wake up—she’s going to be disoriented. Probably dizzy, confused, and definitely not herself for a while. But she’s made it this far, and that’s a good sign”.

Ben nodded slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line. He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxing by the smallest fraction, though the tension in his shoulders remained. “How long?”, he asked, his voice low. “Until she wakes up?”.

“That depends on her”, Dr. Collins replied. “It could be a few hours or a full day. Right now, her body just needs rest. And when she does wake up, she’ll need time to recover. Physically and emotionally”.

Ben huffed a quiet breath, shaking his head. “She doesn’t do ‘rest’ well”, he muttered, half to himself. “Stubborn as hell”.

Dr. Collins smiled faintly. “Then you’ll need to remind her it’s not a choice”.

He didn’t respond, his focus already back on you. Dr. Collins stayed for another moment, watching him silently before finally excusing herself. “Let me know the moment there’s any change”, she said, but she didn’t expect a response. She didn’t get one.

Ben didn’t move, didn’t look away from you as the hours continued to tick by. The soft, even beeping of the monitor was the only sound in the room. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, his fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. He looked rough—exhausted, even—but his gaze never wavered.

The soft creak of the door opening drew Ben’s attention, though his expression didn’t change. His sharp gaze flicked toward the nurse from earlier as she stepped in, her hesitance evident in every movement. She held your daughter carefully, the tiny bundle swaddled tightly and impossibly small. In her other hand, she carried a bottle of formula. The baby was sleeping soundly, her soft breathing barely audible over the hum of the machines monitoring you.

Ben straightened slightly in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he watched the nurse approach. “What is it?”, he asked gruffly, his voice low and edged with impatience.

The nurse stopped a few feet away, her grip tightening protectively around the baby. “I—I thought…”, she began, her voice uncertain as she glanced between Ben and you. “It’s been a while. She needs to eat. I thought maybe… you’d want to—”.

“No”, Ben cut her off, his tone sharp and final. His gaze shifted back to you, his grip on your hand tightening.

The nurse hesitated, clearly uneasy as she shifted the baby in her arms. “She´s your daugther and she needs you right now. And… well, her mom would want her to be cared for”, she tried again, her tone softer, almost pleading.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his free hand flexing at his side as he stared down at you. The weight of the nurse’s words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. He didn’t look at her, didn’t look at the baby. He couldn’t. Every time he so much as thought about it, the gnawing guilt clawed at his chest like a live wire.

"She´s hungry", the nurse tried again, stepping closer.

Ben’s shoulders stiffened, his jaw working as he swallowed hard. His eyes flicked briefly to the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms before snapping back to you. For a long moment, he didn’t move, the tension in his body palpable.

Finally, he exhaled sharply through his nose and stood, towering over the nurse as he extended his arms. “Fine”, he said curtly, his voice gruff.

The nurse quickly stepped forward, carefully placing the tiny, swaddled baby into Ben’s massive arms. For a moment, he sat there stiffly, glaring down at the little bundle like it was a ticking bomb. His arms didn’t move, his hands hovering awkwardly around her as if one wrong twitch might shatter her into pieces.

The baby scrunched up her face, letting out a tiny whimper as she squirmed in his hold, clearly uncomfortable. Ben’s brow furrowed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “The fuck do I do now?”, he muttered, glaring at the nurse as though this was all her fault. “She doesn’t look like she wants some stupid milk”.

The nurse stifled a smile, stepping closer to adjust his hold. “You need to support her head more”, she said gently, guiding one of his hands to cradle the baby’s neck. “Like this. And hold her close. She needs to feel secure”.

Ben scowled but didn’t resist, shifting his grip reluctantly as the nurse adjusted him. The baby stopped squirming after a moment, her tiny body settling against his chest as she let out a soft sigh.

“Yeah, great”, Ben grumbled, glancing down at her. “She’s quiet now. But what about when she starts crying again? Or puking or whatever babies do?”.

The nurse handed him the bottle, her expression a mix of patience and amusement. “Right now, she just needs to eat. Hold the bottle like this”, she demonstrated, angling it toward the baby’s mouth. “She’ll know what to do”.

Ben hesitated, his lips pressing into a tight line as he stared at the bottle like it might explode. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he followed the nurse’s instructions, bringing the bottle to the baby’s mouth. To his surprise, she latched onto it immediately, her tiny lips working to drink the formula.

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned”, he muttered under his breath, his green eyes narrowing as he watched her. “Guess she does know what she’s doing”.

The nurse smiled. “She’s hungry. You’re doing fine”.

“Yeah, sure”, Ben muttered, his gaze flicking briefly to you before settling back on the baby. His expression was hard to read—equal parts frustration, guilt, and a strange, reluctant softness. “Not exactly what I signed up for, you know. This whole… baby-holding thing”.

The nurse nodded but didn’t comment, stepping back to give him space. Ben’s focus stayed on the baby, his brows furrowed as she continued to feed. She was so small, barely more than a handful in his massive arms, but the weight of her was immense. Every twitch, every tiny movement reminded him of why you were lying in that bed, pale and broken.

“You’re a lot of trouble, you know that?”, he said quietly, his tone gruff but oddly gentle. “But I guess that makes sense. You’ve got her blood in you. Stubborn little thing”.

The baby’s tiny hand twitched, her fingers brushing against his chest. Ben froze for a moment, staring at her in disbelief before shaking his head. “Yeah, alright”, he muttered. “You’ve got a good grip. That’s a start”.

Your baby stirred in Ben’s arms, her tiny face scrunching slightly as her eyes fluttered open. They were wide, unfocused, and impossibly bright. Ben froze, staring down at her, his grip instinctively tightening to keep her steady. For a second, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but then it hit him—she already looked like you.

Sure, she was scrunched up, her face still raw and wrinkled from the early birth, but there was no denying it. The shape of her little nose, the delicate curve of her lips—it was you, in miniature. And those eyes, though too new to hold any recognition, had the same depth, the same spark that always seemed to cut right through him.

Something in Ben twisted, sharp and undeniable, as if someone had punched him square in the chest. His heart skipped, then pounded harder, faster, like his body was reacting before his brain could catch up. He didn’t know what the hell this feeling was, and he sure as hell didn’t like it. But it was there, clawing its way into him and taking hold.

“Well, shit”, he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a growl. His green eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time in hours, he wasn’t thinking about guilt or fear or what-ifs. He was just… staring. “You’ve got her eyes”, he said quietly, almost to himself. “That’s not fair. You’re already pulling fucking stunts”.

The baby blinked slowly, her tiny hand twitching against his chest, and Ben swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to do with this—this tiny, fragile thing that had flipped his world upside down in a matter of seconds. He wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t soft, wasn’t the guy who sat around cooing at babies or holding hands. And yet, here he was, cradling this tiny, stubborn miracle who looked so much like the woman he couldn’t live without.

His jaw tightened as he glanced at you, still lying pale and motionless in the hospital bed. “You’d better wake up soon”, he muttered, his voice rough. “Because I’m not doing this on my own. You hear me? She’s already got me wrapped around her little finger, and I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing”.

The baby’s tiny lips parted in a soft sigh, her little chest rising and falling against his. Ben shook his head, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “You’re a pain in the ass, just like your mom”, he murmured, though his voice had lost its usual edge. “But I guess that means you’ll turn out alright”.

The nurse, who had been standing silently near the door, cleared her throat gently, drawing Ben’s attention. “She’s responding really well to the feeding”, she said softly, smiling faintly. “You’re doing a great job”.

Ben snorted, his gaze flicking back to the baby. “Yeah, well, don’t start handing out fucking gold stars just yet”, he muttered, though there was no heat in his tone. “I’m just keeping her alive until her mom gets her shit together”.

The nurse stepped forward cautiously, her movements calm and measured, like she was approaching a wild animal that might lash out at any moment. “She’s finished the bottle”, she said gently, gesturing toward the baby. “You’re going to need to burp her now”.

Ben’s eyes flicked down to the tiny bundle in his arms, then back to the nurse. “Burp her?”, he repeated, his voice sharp with skepticism. “She’s not a fucking beer-drinking buddy. What am I supposed to do?”.

The nurse stifled a smile, clearly used to dealing with this kind of resistance. “It’s important”, she said patiently. “Babies need to burp after feeding, or they’ll get uncomfortable. Here, I’ll show you”.

Ben scowled but didn’t argue as the nurse stepped closer. “Alright”, she said, her tone still calm. “You’ll need to adjust your hold. Bring her up higher, like this”. She carefully guided his hands, moving the baby so that her tiny head rested against his broad shoulder. Ben stiffened at the adjustment, clearly unsure about the whole process.

The nurse continued, unfazed by his obvious discomfort. “Now, use your other hand to pat her back gently. Just a steady rhythm—not too hard, not too soft”.

Ben raised an eyebrow but followed her instructions, his massive hand moving to rest on the baby’s tiny back. He gave her a few awkward pats, the sound of his hand connecting with the soft blanket almost comically out of place in the tense silence of the room.

“Like that?”, he asked, his tone skeptical. “Doesn’t feel like it’s doing anything”.

“Keep going”, the nurse said with a small smile. “It takes a minute sometimes”.

Ben muttered something under his breath but continued, his large hand gently patting the baby’s back. She squirmed slightly against his shoulder, her tiny body shifting as she let out a soft hiccup. Ben froze, his green eyes narrowing as he glanced at the nurse.

“That it?”, he asked, his voice still gruff but with a hint of curiosity.

The nurse shook her head. “Almost. She’s getting there. Just a little more”.

Ben sighed and kept going, his movements becoming slightly less awkward as he found a rhythm. After a few more pats, the baby let out a tiny burp, followed by a soft cooing sound. Ben stopped immediately, his hand hovering over her back as he stared at her in disbelief.

“There”, the nurse said, her smile widening. “You did it”.

Ben huffed, his lips pressing into a tight line as he glanced down at the baby. “Yeah, great. Now what? She gonna spit up all over me or something?”.

“She might”, the nurse said with a chuckle. “But it looks like she’s pretty content now. You’re doing fine, Soldier Boy".

The nurse gently guided Ben as he settled the baby back into a more comfortable position in his arms, her tiny body cradled against his broad chest. “If you need anything, just ring”, the nurse said softly, her smile warm but cautious as she stepped back. “You’re doing better than most dads their first time. Trust me”.

Ben rolled his eyes, but his grip on the baby remained steady.

The nurse left quietly, the door clicking shut behind her. The room fell silent again, save for the steady hum of the monitors and the baby’s soft, rhythmic breathing. Ben stared down at her, his expression skeptical but not unkind. She was so damn small. He could practically hold her in one hand, and yet somehow, she’d managed to upend his entire life in just a matter of hours.

“Alright, kid”, he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “You’ve had your bottle, you’ve burped. What now? You gonna start crying, or are you gonna let me sit here in peace?”.

As if in response, the baby’s face scrunched up again, her tiny features twisting as she squirmed slightly in his arms. Ben raised an eyebrow, watching her warily. “What’s that look for?”, he asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not gonna puke, are you? ‘Cause I’m not cleaning that shit up”.

But instead of crying or spitting up, the baby let out a soft, squeaky fart. Ben froze for a second, staring at her in disbelief, before a snort escaped him. He tried to stifle it, but it was no use. A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest, low and unexpected, as he shook his head.

“Well, that’s one way to make an impression”, he muttered, his lips twitching in a faint smirk. “Guess you’re not as fucking delicate as you look, huh?”.

The baby shifted again, her tiny fist brushing against his chest as she settled back into sleep. Ben stared at her for a long moment, his smirk fading into something quieter, almost contemplative. She looked so peaceful now, her little face soft and relaxed, completely unaware of the chaos she’d caused.

It was the faintest stir that pulled Ben’s attention away from the baby dozing in his arms. At first, he thought he was imagining it, his tired mind playing tricks on him after hours of waiting. But then it happened again—a subtle twitch of your fingers, a small shift of your head against the pillow.

Ben straightened instantly, his sharp green eyes locking onto you as his entire body tensed. “(Y/N)?”, he said, his voice low but urgent, cutting through the quiet hum of the room. “Come on, wake up”.

You stirred again, your eyelids fluttering weakly before they cracked open. The bright hospital lights above made you wince, and you let out a soft, groggy noise as you tried to make sense of where you were. Everything felt heavy, your body sluggish and numb from the medication coursing through your veins.

As Ben looked down at you, his sharp green eyes softened in a way that rarely happened. The weight of the past hours—no, the past months—seemed to crash over him all at once. You were awake. Alive. Against all odds, you’d made it. For a split second, a tear welled up in his eye and slid down his cheek before he quickly swiped it away with the back of his hand, muttering under his breath, “Damn room’s too dry”.

He shifted slightly, as his free one moved to the call button. “You hang tight”, he said gruffly, his voice carrying a faint tremor that betrayed the sheer relief coursing through him. “I’m getting Collins to check you over. Can’t have you going down again after all this”.

He pressed the button again and within moments, Dr. Collins appeared in the doorway, her expression shifting to one of relief the moment she saw you awake.

“Well, there you are”, she said warmly, stepping into the room with her clipboard in hand. “You’ve had quite the ordeal. How are you feeling?”.

You blinked up at her, your voice hoarse as you replied, “T… Ti.. Tired”.

Dr. Collins nodded, her gaze flicking to the monitors before she moved closer to the bed. “That’s normal. Your body’s been through a lot, and the pain meds are still in your system. Let’s take a closer look”.

As Dr. Collins began her examination, Ben still hovered near the bed.

“You’re stabilizing well”, Dr. Collins said after a few minutes, her tone encouraging. “Your vitals are strong, and the V medication did a remarkable job repairing the fractures. You’ll be weak for a while, but as long as you rest and take it slow, there’s no reason you won’t make a full recovery”.

Ben exhaled sharply, his jaw relaxing as the tension in his shoulders eased just slightly. “So, she’s out of the woods?”, he asked, his tone clipped but tinged with something softer.

Dr. Collins nodded, glancing at him briefly before turning her attention back to you. “Yes, but she’s still healing. That means no overexerting yourself. And plenty of help from him”, she added, looking pointedly at Ben.

Ben snorted, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Yeah, don’t worry about that. She’s not lifting a damn finger till I say so”.

You let out a weak laugh, the sound hoarse but genuine as you looked up at him.

“You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack. Don’t think I’m letting you off easy”.

Dr. Collins chuckled softly, straightening as she finished her examination. “You’re in good hands”, she said warmly. “I’ll be back later to check in, but for now, just rest. You’ve earned it”.

As she left the room, Ben moved closer again. “You scared the shit out of me”, he muttered, his voice lower now, almost like he didn’t want to admit it.

You looked up at him, your eyes soft despite the exhaustion etched into your face. “I’m sorry”, you whispered. “I didn’t want to leave you. Either of you”.

Ben shook his head, his jaw tightening as he glanced away for a moment. “Yeah, well… you didn’t. That’s what matters”. He hesitated, then looked back at you, his expression more vulnerable than you’d ever seen. “You’re tougher than anyone I’ve ever known, you know that?”.

A faint smile curved your lips as you gazed down at the baby in Ben´s arms.

"I wan´t to hold her".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

Part 30

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago

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hello!! ⭐, I saw that your order section was open and yesterday I read your story of buggy with the Roger effect and Jessica Rabit and I loved it, and I would like to know if you could do a one shot or something shorter if you prefer showing how they met and they decided to get married I love your stories and I think that, like your buggy, he is my favorite character. If you don't like this request or you think it's not good to do it, you can just ignore it, it won't be a bad thing 😸 thank you and have a good day!! 💗✨ (pd. English is not my first language so sorry if something is not written well😔)

Deal! I love this little idea

Buggy x FemReader

Small angst + Fluff

Heart on my Sleeve

Prequel Of Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect

Wanna Buy me a Ko-Fi ☕️

• Your village was one of the poorest villages in the East Blue, the taxes from the World Goverment crippling your home to be a starving wasteland.

• Mainly to the wealthy Governor who lived above your town.

• You owned a fabric shop but the fabrics you owned were old and starting to rot from the lack of buissness. The moths having more use put of your fabrics then you did-

• The newest pirate on the scene Buggy the Clown shows up to your village ready to pillage it, in his early 20s with a fresh faced crew. However they did not expect the village to look worse then before they arrived.

• "I thought you said this place had money?" Buggy asked as he looked at the place. Lowering his blades as it looked like this place- it was in shambles. Like it had been pillaged to time then a pirate

• You had walked out of your shop, seeing if maybe the baker had just enough flour so you could feed yourself. Turning to see the group of pirates that seemed better off then you and your people.

• Buggy stared hard at you and matched forward, seeing that you were quite pretty in his eyes as he stood before you.

• "You! Tell me what the hell is wrong with this place! We heard it was rich here!" He said angrily, clearly upset at not getting to a small village that at least had a few Berries.

• You looked up at the pirate, noting the far too big of clothes for his frame and his painted face- Not liking he was putting such an unflattering green around his watercolor eyes. His face twisting up in anger as he caught you staring at his face.

• "What are you staring at!? You looking at my nose!" He yelled angrily, his fingers going to the inner part of your coat where you assumed some weapon would be.

• "No your shirts too big for your frame and that shade of green doesn't compliment your eyes well" You said truthfully, At this point a knife or bullet being a kinder death then starving anyway-

•"U-Uh- What?" He said confused, Unsure how to answer. You reaching forward and putting your arms around his frame to pull back the shirt. Taking a pin from your pocket and pinning the shirt back so it fit properly.

• "See- Your shirt is too big. It looks better fitted like that" You pointed out, His faze looking down at the pinned back shirt. His face red at how close you got to him, or that you'd touched him at all.

• "As for money we have non. The governor has the taxes so hide no one here can even feed themselves" You said truthfully, The young clown blinking at you in surprise.

• "Er- Y-Youre making fun of me somehow right? Like my Nose" He tried to yell again grabbing the front of your dirty shirt- clearly not used to someone trying to give him kind useful advice without some sort of motive.

• "I would never make fun of your nose, it looks fine to me anyways" You snap back and slap his hand away calmly. He blinked at you surprised and released your hand- His eyes going up the hill of the village and seeing the grand governors house hidden in some trees.

• He huffed and shoved you hard, you falling into the mud as him and his crew marched past up to the Governors home.

• However what did surprise you was the next Morning the Captian and his Crew stood in the village square and announced he now owned the village. Saying he was Buggy the Clown- and that he was now in charge.

• Before starting to hand out some stolen treasure??? Giving some supplies he had 'liberated' from the Governors house.

• You also noticed how his eyes lingered on you as he did this.

• It had been a few months like this, he would stop by randomly pay for the village. He wasn't taking taxes but instead paying things- it was improving greatly, the cracks of the pavements on the streets getting repaired, new paint on the building and new businesses flourishing-

• But you noticed how he would pay extra attention to your shop- Getting all his things from you. How you got extra rolls of fabric delivered to your door or how he would pay for all these extra accessories to his costumes.

• "You seamstress I want another coat!" He yelled as he invaded your shop.

• Buggy was there again, asking for another ridiculous costume. You couldn't help but notice how often he was coming by- claiming he wanted new costumes by you and wanting to be measured everytime he came in.

• How he would blush when you measured around his chest. "You know, I noticed you always come through here and stop specifically at my shop for new outfits when you wear the same coat" You tease, watching him blush at you pointing this out.

• "So what!" He yelled out, his face as red as a cherry. You look at him and raise a brow at him, Not even having to say a word as Buggy deflated.

• "...I uh wanted to take you on a date" He grumbled, finally admitting what his plans were. You smiled at this, Setting the tape aside.

• "Now please do tell me, Why should I accept your offer for someone who not only yelled in my face but pushed me in mud-" You point out, even though you knew he most likely made up for it by him saving your village.

• "..I am sorry about that.." He forced out, you could tell he wasn't used to apologizing and was trying his hardest.

• "I forgive you, But that doesn't mean I'll forget" You say calmly. Smiling softly as you saw him looking ready to flip put at the rejection but you held a hand to him-

• "I know- So why don't we make a deal. Since I can tell you're really sorry why don't we agree to dinner and go from there? Its not a date per say but its a start" You said with a smile, his eyes lit up at hearing this at the prospect of getting to win you over.

• "Really!?" He says excitedly, Jumping up and down like a school boy as he blushed and giggled into his gloved hands like a kid. You couldn't help but find it adorable-

• For the next year Buggy would send gifts, love letters, help rebuild the village. Do everything to get in your good graces and ask for a official date every time he visited.

• Buggy would essentially own the Village at the point, 30% of his money went to the village to get it on its feet and keep it a small strip of paradise the very limited taxes he implimented later affer the village was florishing acted as a small form of secondary income. Mainly making sure people knew the place was protected by him as his reputation grew through time.

• Him even showing his unique Devil fruit abilties- Which you often abused for him to float up and grab the more expensive rolls of fabric or hang up finished cloths.

• The village also being a popular tourist destination for the friendly locals and nice scenery. So for Buggy it was worth the investment since originally put in.

• After that 'probation' year you would finally agree to officially date him and he was over the damn moon.

• While he would be secretive about you, his love language was strong. He is both physically and verbally affectionate- While he still throws his fits you know how to handle him well. Loving him both for his strengths and flaws.

• It would be 1 years of dating before Buggy would start planning how to pop the question.

- You were closing up shop for the day, humming along to a made up tune when you heard the back door of your shop being unlocked. You didn't have to look to know who it was, only one other person had the key to it.

"Hey Buggy Boo" You call out, smiling as you heard Buggy grumble and peel off his boots to leave them by the front door.

"That is still such a bad nickname" He grumbled before walking behind you and kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. He smelled like the sea, clearly having just gotten off his shop to visit you. He had been taking more time out to see, wanting to get his bounty higher. Currently proud of his 5,000,000 berry bounty which for a early 20s pirate was fairly good he claimed.

"Ah you love it" You giggle which earned a adorable chuckle from the man.

"You know (Y/N)- I uh really like you and Want to spend my.."

"So I wanted us to have dinner tonight- I know you like that place down the street and want us to go there" He said, his voice very soft- Much softer then normal.

Smiling you turn around and kiss him on the lips.

"I'd love to" You say cheerfully, earning a crooked smile from him as he held you close.

As promised, that night Buggy took you to your favorite restaurant. Having gotten a private table in the back, you two spending hours just talking and sharing a meal together.

Buggy even pulling out a box of your favorite candies he had gotten out from his last adventure.

After dinner he lead you away to the more scenic parts of your Village a small meadow pass that had the most beautiful blue and white flowers, under the moonlight it looked so magical. You saw Buggy reach in his pockets and turn to face you, nervousness painted on his face as he shuffled his feet. Clearly prepared to get on one knee-

"You stole my Thunder!!" He cried in faux anger, you laughing hard as he ranted about how you knew so quickly, happy tears running down your cheeks as you smiled and his face turned deep red.

"Yes I will!" You said with a wide smile, your excitement getting the best of you as you slapped your hands over your own mouth. His jaw dropping in shock.

"I've been planning this for 4 months!!" He whined, face so red his nose was glowing as he stared at you.

"Im so sorry Baby, You just- You talk in your sleep my Love." You reveal with a smile, His face twisting up as he realized you'd known the whole time and let him try to have his moment anyway. You had just got too excited and answering too quickly-

As this sunk in he smiled widely and started to laugh, he couldn't help it! You were just too perfect for him! Despite everything you still let him have the spotlight. He kissed your lips eagerly and held you close, rocking the two of you side to side in pure joy.

"I.. I love you (Y/N)..So much- I cant wait for you to be my wife.." He said as he pressed his face into your neck- You could feel the warmth of tears hitting your skin exposed. Your arms wrapped tightly around him as you hug him close and cried against him in joy.

Pulling the both of you to the ground with a loud laugh as you two laid in the flowers- Laughs leaving you both as tears stilled from both of your eyes.

"I love you too Buggy Boo"

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beausling · 9 months ago

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pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially young gf (alt!musician!reader) part ii

read other parts here

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youruser guess what’s in my pockets🤭

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gibson_g1rl better not be what i Think it is🤨

youruser nah, it’s actually just used joint filters and train flattened pennies from chicago

archiveofvirtue @/youruser TRAIN FLATTENED PENNIES???😭

youruser @/archiveofvirtue cus they’re cool😸😸🎀

vamps4y/n ONLY INHALE THE BEST

youruser EXHALE THE STRESS !!!!!!!!!!!!

suicideleopard is that the hearse we saw in carrollton?

youruser indeed !!!

suicideleopard @/youruser dude send me all the pictures you got

youruser @/suicideleopard omw bd😜

pearlzier @/youruser BABY DADDY?!!?!!????!!????

youruser @/pearlzier well Yes!!

vamps4y/n @/youruser jensen will be hearing about this📞

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jensenackles Ahhh New York….. 😎🤎

Till next time.

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youruser another day, another slay✨

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gibson_g1rl the brown heart emoji??? ohhh, y/n cooked here🤭

hrtsy/n was just omw to say this🤭🤭🤭

vamps4y/n i’m gonna ask the question everyone is thinking… @/youruser did y’all link up or not??🤨

youruser only got to see each other in passing yesterday, i’m in florida rn for rockville🙁

pearlzier @/youruser ohhh thats fucked up, #universe let my parents see each other

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jackleswife let me sit on it

gibson_g1rl OH so you’re Gross huh!?

vamps4y/n ermm Aktually🤓☝️ it’s y/n to sit on

y/ngirlies @/vamps4y/n CRYINGG SOO REAL GIRL

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y/ngirlies okay but when is the album coming out?

youruser eventually…

jasvtsc @/youruser PRAISE THE LORD🙏

yourbffsuser what a time we’ve had✨

youruser it was definitely a time !!!!!

gibson_g1rl need to know where that shirt in pic 8 is from tho

youruser olivia sade fuck baby tee🤞

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pearlzier are we thinking the same thing🤭🤭

gibson_g1rl okay so we’re all on the same wavelength rn??🤭

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hrtsy/n explain yourself love @/youruser

youruser @/hrtsy/n CAPTION !!!!!🙌

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jensenackles Just another night in Paris. Watching body parts explode on a giant screen. No biggie.

Are you guys ready for this?!?!

@/theboystv this Friday!!!

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jensenackles Stop saying ominous things in French…

youruser @/jensenackles quoi que tu dis, joli garçon😸

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hrtsy/n @/deangirlsride @/j2texas kay why ess❤️

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hrtsy/n so we’re just not gonna talk abt pic 8??!!!

youruser the food was SO scrumdilly😸

pearlzier @/youruser that is NOT what we mean😭😭

gibson_g1rl Y/N AND JENSEN IN PARIS AT THE SAME TIME LIKE ITS NOT A COINCIDENCE…….

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y/ngirlies she’s literally pushing 30 so gtfo with all that😭😭

pearlzier @/y/ngirlies PUSHING 30 IS INSANE😭😭😭😭

y/ngirlies @/pearlzier ITS TRUE THOUGH SHE TURNS 30 IN A FEW YEARS !!!!!!!!

꩜ thank you so much !!! i hope you guys enjoyed reading this😸 all feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💟

꩜ this one is a bit more silly, a bit more drama.. things are starting to pick up a bit more🤭 (sorry, but i just love a good slow burn)

꩜ tags : @gibson-g1rl @pearlzier @jasvtsc @archiveofvirtue 🎀 lmk if you wanna be tagged and/or featured in the next part !!!!!

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w2soneshots · 1 year ago

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Ibiza -W2S

words: 1.2k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you spend the day on a yacht while your boyfriend and his mates film hide & seek. You deal with his mean drunkenness. Then when you get back to the villa you take care of him.

notes: this is based off of this request!! I think drunk Harry’s hilarious😭. Don’t forget to reblog! Enjoy this extra lone one💓✨

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y/username: Ibiza 2024!🌴🍹🌺☀️💘

Tagged: @wroetoshaw @behzingagram @faithloisak @taliamar @freyanightingale

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wroetoshaw: 🔥🔥

faithloisak: you cutie

taliamar: stunning girl🫶🏼

y/nfanpage21: pahaha the second pic😭

user31096420: another iconic sidemen holiday

user91837410: she's so fit

A few days ago we arrived in Ibiza. It was initially just going to be the boys because they were planning a few sidemen videos. But they decided that there hasn't been a proper holiday with everyone for years since, Ethan and Faith had Olive, Me and Harry got married, as well as Simon and Talia so we cleared our schedules and booked tickets.

We're here for a week and plan on doing as much relaxing as we can but the boys still need to film their videos. Today they're filming a hide and seek on a huge yacht. We're all staying in a massive villa that's really close to the sea line. "Morning." Harry yawned. My sleepy face curved into a content smile. "Good morning." I whispered before kissing his soft lips. Harry wrapped his arms around my torso. "Do we have to get up?" He dug his head into my neck. "Yes Haz. The boats booked for eleven." I replied. He groaned.

Eventually I got him up and we began getting ready. I pulled on a bikini that wouldn't give me offensive tan lines, since I'm planning on laying in the sun all day. Then popped on a cute cover up. Once I'd sorted my hair and covered myself in suncream I headed downstairs where everyone was sat eating breakfast. I said "good morning." then grabbed a plate of fresh fruit along with a smoothie.

After breakfast we all collected the last of our things then just as the taxis pulled up we left. Harry helped Ethan get Olives stuff into the boot while I carried the baby for Faith while she clipped in the car seat. It's only a ten minute drive so we were soon being dropped off at the dock. The day before yesterday we spent a few hours on a smaller boat but today (since they're filming a video) the yacht is massive. The crew also flew in yesterday to film this video so they met us here.

We were told not to grab our things from the taxis because the staff on board would get it for us. When we got onto the yacht we were immediately given drinks and a quick toor. The woman brought us up some stairs. "And these are the tanning loungers." Me and the girls looked at each other with a smile. "This is where I'm going to be spending the rest of the day." Talia joked, but she was being fully serious and I felt exactly the same.

The boys wondered off to film the intro for the video and all four of us girls lay down on a lounger, while Olive slept next to Faith in a little travel cot under one of the large umbrellas. I chatted quietly with Talia, Freya started reading her book and Faith soaked up the sun. We could hear the boys screaming, shouting and laughing as they filmed. Vik was the seeker and wasn't doing the best job which was obvious from what we could see from the top deck, but I'm sure that will make the video even funnier.

Once Harry, Ethan and Josh had been found we caught them peering up at us quite a few times. "You all look like creeps you know!" I shouted. The girls laughed from beside me and the boys faces turned a bright shade of red. "You just look too good in that bikini babe!" Harry shouted back sarcastically. I smirked with a shake of my head. Then returned to tanning.

After almost three hours the boys finally finished filming so we had some lunch. As the day went on we jumped into the sea, played mafia and just sat around enjoying each other's company. Everyone began actually drinking as it started to get later. Accept me, Faith, JJ and Tobi because I had had like one or two but really couldn't be arsed with a hangover, Faith needed to look after Olive and JJ and Tobi don't drink.

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I sat next to Harry as he swayed back and forth slightly. "You alright?" I asked. He was clearly very drunk. "What? Oh. Shut up I'm fine." He replied. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I looked around the group, all eyes on us. I burst into a fit of laughter. "Alright big man I think it's time you get to bed." I tried to help him stand. "No!" He shouted. I sighed tiredly. "Here. I'll help." Tobi got up from his seat. We decided to all call it a night so left the ship and got taxi's back to the villa.

"Here you go mate." JJ murmured as him and Tobi lay an almost asleep Harry on our bed. "Thanks boys." I smiled as they walked out with a quick "good night." I pulled Harry's clothes off, leaving him in just his boxers. Then I placed a glass of water on his nightstand, along with some paracetamol for his hangover. Thankfully Harry usually isn't physically sick when he has a hangover so there was no need for a bucket. After I took a quick shower I slipped into bed, next to him.

The next morning I got up decently early to make everyone breakfast. Faith was already downstairs since Olive had been awake for quite awhile and she didn't want to wake Ethan up since he was hungover and he woke up early yesterday for Olive. "Good morning you cutie." I greeted Olive in my high pitched baby voice, that seems to just appear whenever I'm around animals or babies. She giggled with the sweetest little smile.

"Morning." Faith also smiled as I sat down next to her on the couch. "So last night Harry seemed to be a little..." "mean." I finished her sentence. "Well yea." She breathed out a laugh. "He's a mean drunk. It really doesn't bother me to be honest. I find it hilarious." I chuckled. "I'm glad, I was a little concerned." "The first time we went out together it was a bit of a shock to the system but over the years I realised that it's just how he reacts to alcohol."

After a good chat with Faith I headed back upstairs to check on Harry. I slowly opened to door to see Harry front down on the bed with his face turned towards the door. I walked towards him and squatted in front of him. "Harry." I whispered as my hand gently stroked his face. He groaned. "Have some paracetamol love." I grabbed the pack from the nightstand. "My head hurts." He slowly opened one of his eyes. I smiled at him "I know. Sit up for me."

He pushed himself up and turned over so he was sitting against the headboard. He took the tablet along with almost the entire glass of water. "Was I mean?" He asked quietly. I laughed "Uhm... I've had much worse." He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Don't be. You were completely gone with the fairies." I said sarcastically. He chuckled but then winced, probably from the pounding headache. "Go back to sleep. I'll have breakfast downstairs when you're ready." I quickly pecked his forehead. "You're too good to me." He replied as he returned to his previous position.

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urrmomzfavorite · 3 months ago

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LESSONS LEARNED? TIME TO CASH THE FUCK IN 💸 pac

PILE ONE : THE WAIT IS OVER—TIME TO CASH YOUR DIVINE CHECK 🏦✨

You're not ready, you don't see it coming. I'm seeing someone waiting for so long wondering if their blessings will ever come. Questioning their faith. Maybe the gods aren't real, maybe there's only suffering. Why do you always suffer and it feels like it would never end? This weight on your shoulders, this knot in your heart. You've been waiting so long, patiently and I know your intuition is telling you to stay a little longer, to hold for a little while... But again? They've been asking you to wait for your "moment" for years. You are expecting a bouquet of flowers, not realizing that the universe was growing a garden in your honour, every good deed was a new seed planted. Every time you stood up for yourself despite the fear that should've froze you. You rise again and again and every single time you did my love, a seed, a plant, the bees were coming to pollinate your blessings and spread them all over this garden making sure you will prosper. We are finally here, you had to wait but it's because they are coming to you, with your carriage, ready to get you out of whatever you find yourself right now and go to your oasis of peace, serenity and wealth.

You can try and imagine the abundance coming your way right now and I guarantee you love, it's still not even close to what we have in store for you. You will never worry about money again, these nights wondering how you will pay your rent, your bills, your medication? It's done, you don't even have to think about it. Everything is taken care of. It sounds weird to imagine cause you've been the one taking care of everything. Tending to everyone's needs, making sure no one ever feel excluded, alone, that they feel heard. You've made sure to make space for everyone you encounter, to give them grace and a listening ear, to give them courage and hope, to give them a sanctuary, for a fleeting moment.

You did good, amazing actually, aced the test like they say lol. So now love, get comfortable to receive and stop thinking about what you can do for the next person but start thinking about what you can do for yourself. We are giving you the resources to take care of yourself properly.

Please keep this success secret at least for a while, the time you get everything well grounded. I know you have this urge of sharing but just enjoy the fruits of YOUR hardwork first. Not everyone deserve to be part of your gardening club, be discerning, now that you have wealth you'll have to face more snakes than ever. Remember who was there for you during this whole ordeal and keep your circle small.

I love you, you deserve it, enjoy 😘

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

PILE TWO: YOUR ‘HARD-KNOCK LIFE’ JUST HIT THE JACKPOT 🎰💋

Wealth is coming in all the forms for you pile two! I'm seeing people celebrating around a cake and your friends hugging you. You're crying tears of joy and gratitude. Good. This happiness you've been daydreaming about for years is taking shape. The love, the house, the money, the stability.

You've been like a little bee pollinating this world with your energy and light. Despite all the vampires trying to drain you, the narcissists trying to put you down and the insecure people projecting on you, you kept going.

You're the baddest.

You're beautiful, strong and resilient, confronting your demons and shadows like it's nothing. Learning to love yourself despite a world who was teaching you not to. It's hard, and you've prevailed, you've done it. And babe the outfits were slaying the whole time too 💅🏿 Like!?!?! People want to know how you do it? How do you go through the worst moment of your life and still looking fresh out of a runway. Your style is really admired from a lot of people. The way you put clothes together is envied by a lot too.

There were a lot of distractions, bad habits, some codependency you had to get rid of before we could present it to you. Your dream husband/wife the one you've made a wish for when you were a little lad. (I hope you read this part with a British accent 🇬🇧) (I'm sorry if you're Irish 😅)

Ok but seriously, your ability to laugh it off was greatly admired by your guides. You put the smile back on people's faces when they are sad. Thank you so much for this, you have no idea how many times this was needed and you delivered.

Your personal endeavours are going to succeed, whatever you are working on your Midas touch will propel it to enormous amounts of money. You have the it factor, that star quality that makes people want to watch you, help you, be you. (Pls be careful) and it's paying off greatly. The actual new year has started and your clean plate is getting filled with gifts, love, laughs, a shit ton of funny and a whole lot of freedom.

You deserve every single gift and blessing that is on its way.

*Knock knock*

You're hearing this love?

They've finally arrived 🎁💸💍

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

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life-is-more-than-just-a-game · 1 year ago

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♠️ What a day off of games with the aib males can look like. ♠️

A/N: Sorry, I've been absent for two days now, but for good reason. I wasn't feeling too well mentally and needed some time to myself because something happened that put me in quite a hole ... 🥲

Still, I've been thinking about what I could post here next, so I've prepared a few headcanons that define what I think a day off of games with the male characters might look like. 🙈

I hope that some of you are still around and will read through it. Feel free to let me know what you think about it or if you think any of them might have other interests! ✨

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: gn!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

It depends on what time we are in.

If the beach still exists, Aguni is often prevented from doing anything with you outside if he already occupies the number one spot.

You would have to live with the fact that you would hardly have any time just for the two of you, because someone from his troupe would always want something from him.

If he realises that this is bothering you - or he is annoyed by it himself - he will turn his boys away and say that they should leave him alone for the next 2 hours as far as possible because he has better things to do.

In general, no matter what time loop we are in, I would say that Aguni would adjust to your needs.

I have the following typical scenario in mind:

Nobody said it would be easy with you, but let's be honest: it's the Borderland, what excited yet relaxing things could you do here so far?

Aguni: "So there are no games waiting for us today. Any ideas what you want to do in our day off?"

Y/N: "Uhm ..."

Aguni: "Come on, you must have been in the mood for something."

Y/N: "Yeah, but I really don't know for what I am in the mood for ..."

If you really don't know what you want to do, he would give some suggestions.

Aguni: "We could go to the pool."

Y/N: "Too cloudy for my taste ..."

Aguni: "We can do some sports together."

Y/N: "Now your expectations are set far too high!"

Aguni: "What about fishing?"

Y/N: "Can't we just get some fresh air and go for a walk together?"

Aguni: "..."

Y/N: "..."

Aguni: "You knew very well what you wanted to do, didn't you?"

Y/N: "Without my lawyer, I won't say anything."

A r i s u

If you want to do something, then Arisu is definitely the right person.

The boy is always up for a lot of nonsense and fun activities.

This is probably also because he doesn't want to constantly think about the terrible circumstances that are happening here.

He has got used to life here, but living in constant fear doesn't get someone anywhere and only has a negative effect on oneself.

So, if he is being trapped in a world that could take his life sooner or later, he at least wants to live every day as if it were his last.

You will not regret spending time with him.

He comes up with the wildest ideas, starting with taking a closer look into the various broken buildings.

Of course, he would still be cautious of entering any places just like that- not that both of you suddenly find yourself in a game, because that's what you're trying to avoid today.

You still wouldn't be able to stop him.

Y/N: "A-Are you sure we should do this, Arisu?"

Arisu: "Nope, but you only live once, so let's check this building out- maybe we'll find some interesting things in here."

Y/N: "Would you define 'corpses' as interesting ...?"

Arisu: "Wow, you really managed to ruin my fun."

Investigating the building would include lots of laughter and piggybacks when your feet get tired from all the walking over ruins and debris.

Eventually you find out that this building was a former arcade.

You can definitely pass the time well there.

Arisu: "Would you like a game of billiards?"

Y/N: "I'm going to rip you off so bad, love."

C h i s h i y a

Listen, this boy is a damn lazy piece of shit.

When there aren't any duties don't expect him to do something special.

He has no problem putting his feet up for a day and literally doing nothing.

Feel honored if he spends his time with you at all.

No matter where you both would be, he would find ways to just doze off and relax while you - after all - lie in his arms and enjoy his closeness.

It's nice that he can do that, but you can't.

He would definitely be a great help to you.

Y/N: "We've been lying around here all day."

Chishiya: "Well realised."

Y/N: "I'm bored."

Chishiya: "Then do something."

Jokes on you, no, he wouldn't.

Making you pout is one of his favorite things to do.

Y/N: "But I wanna do something with you today since we have enough time finally."

Chishiya: "We do something, darling."

Y/N: "Idiot, that's not what I meant!"

How could he be bored if you let him get on your nerves so easily?

In contrast to you, he has something to laugh about and something to amuse himself with.

Nevertheless, he would at least agree to a compromise:

Damn, you love the nightlife.

Chishiya: "How about this? We'll use the time now to laze around and in the evening we'll take a look at the neighbourhood together and see which places are damned by games this time."

Y/N: "We don't take part in any games, our visas count enough days for us."

Chishiya: "Who said anything about taking part in a game?"

Y/N: "So, if I let you lounge around now, you will promise me to stay up late with me?"

Chishiya: "That's a deal."

K a r u b e

To me the funniest but most chaotic one.

During the day, at least.

I can well imagine that Karube and you had already planned the day ahead the evening before.

But what would life be like if everything went as planned?

The morning is pleasant. You wake up together and after a intense cuddle-round, you start your routine as usual.

Unfortunately, Karube realizes that he can't find something.

Something very important when it comes to following his routine.

In the end, it all comes down to searching your whole accommodation for his cigarettes.

Karube: "Honey, d'you know where my cigarettes are?"

Y/N: "I don't know where you put them yesterday after you got ready for bed."

I mean, when you do smoke yourself, they can be important for you too ...

If not, well, then you are a very nice and good person!

You can guess where this is going.

Y/N: "Did you found them?"

Karube: "I would have told you when that would be the case."

Y/N: "Sure you didn't throw the box away because you smoked you last one yesterday evening?"

Karube: "I know my pack of cigarettes inside out, there were at least three more in there."

You spend the whole forenoon looking for his damn cigarettes.

You turn the whole accommodation upside down.

Both of you look under every stone.

In every room.

Two times- minimum.

Now he remebers ...

Y/N: "Karube, forget it, you don't have any- ... Darling ...?

Karube: "What is it?"

Y/N: "What's that in your pants pocket ... at the back of your butt?"

Karube: "Uh-... Oh!"

Karube: "You found them! That's right, I put them straight in my jeans yesterday so I couldn't forge- hey!"

Y/N: "Yeah, I threw your boxer shorts at you!"

N i r a g i

Oh, my dearest reader-chan, please stay close to him no matter where he goes.

When he has nothing to do, he will go through the city streets looking for people to annoy.

He would look for trouble and find it- even if there's no reason for trouble, he'll just make it happen himself and find his reasons.

I don't know how, but at least you managed to stop him from taking his gun.

That's something you should be very proud of.

However, that doesn't stop him from doing anything and we know that.

So please. Stay. With. Him. Thank you!

In any case, you walk around the area together and check it out a little.

You'll talk about pretty trivial things every now and then, but that's still more pleasant than just talking to each other all the time.

When you meet someone, Niragi is ready to provoke them directly for no reason.

Thank god you had a firm hold on his hand or his arm so you could quickly drag him in another direction to avoid the innocent people.

Y/N: "Oh, look!"

Yes, you also like to pretend to see something that you would find interesting.

… In partially empty shop windows.

The nice thing is that he would still look to something you tell him to look at.

Niragi: "What the fuck should I look for?"

Y/N: "See the rocks there?"

Niragi: "You kidding me, right?"

There could actually be something interesting there.

Well, most of the times at least.

It's nearly impossible but who know?

He will touch his nose and look at you angrily- but not without laughing afterwards at your amiable stupidity.

Y/N: "OH, SEE WHAT I HAVE FOUND TH-"

Niragi: "What is it this time? Another boring and ugly stone you think it's fascinating?"

Y/N: "No ..."

Niragi: "Oh, what is it this time then?"

Y/N: "The tree there."

Damn, he loves you so much for what you are, he can't even be bothered.

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nianeyemystic · 6 months ago

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Traveling & Love (Pluto astrocartography observations)✈️👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏾

Traveling is in my opinion one of the best ways to meet new lovers, friends or find connections you otherwise may not come across. Here are a few of the experiences I have had when traveling and how love played a role.

Pluto on the Descendant (DS): The Power of Transformational Relationships

I traveled to San Juan, PR for my 28th birthday, the early start of my Saturn year. It came a week or so after leaving my highschool sweetheart. and was probably one of the best vacations I have ever taken for reasons I will share in this post. So this time as very transformational for me, my whole life was changing and I was feeling a sense of freedom and rebirth while in PR. I kept joking with my homegirls about how I was going to meet my Puerto Rican papi while I was there so keep that in my mind. First let me explain how this Pluto DS line played a part in the events that happened.

The Descendant in astrocartography represents partnerships, relationships, and how you connect with others on a one-to-one level. When Pluto is prominent on this line, the relationships you form in this area are intense, transformative, and potentially life-changing.

Transformational Love 💖

So while in PR I end up meeting somebody whose love has been what you guys see me describing in most of the posts. We met on the water where I was completely caught off guard in the best way. Being with him feels like a transformational love in so many ways. Meeting my love near my Pluto/DS line feels like a deep, magnetic connection that is fated or karmic. He has definitely have awakened a side of me that I hadn't accessed before. This is important bc again, I met him right after freeing myself from a toxic cycle of love I was so afraid to leave. And there he was. The connection with him challenges me to confront deeper truths about myself, my desires, and my capacity for vulnerability and intimacy.

Healing and Rebirth✨

Pluto governs transformation, endings, and new beginnings. Traveling to San Juan after ending a 15-year partnership symbolized a personal rebirth for me. This place was a catalyst for me to shed old patterns and step into a new chapter of my life.The love I found there to me is a reflection of this rebirth—a relationship that feels profound and meaningful, and one that has helped me to heal & redefine what partnership means to me.

Intensity and Depth 🧡

Relationships under the Pluto/DS influence are rarely surface-level. The way I feel like I have known him before.Like everything I manifested in a partner came directly to me in the person I needed at the right time. I was so serious when I said I was looking for my husband, and the more I spoke that the more real this became for me.its a connection that feels intense, all-consuming, or like it’s touching parts of my soul I didn’t know were there.The emotional depth and passion he brings feels like the opposite of what I experienced in my previous partnership, creating a stark contrast. a breath of fresh new air is what I look at it as.

Emotional Rebirth: San Juan, near my Pluto line, served as a backdrop for a symbolic death (the end of my past relationship) and a rebirth (my new connection). It’s as though this place holds the energy I needed to step into a new version of myself..

It gets better. I learned that he lives in Houston, Texas. another city I've traveled to where I have had some of the best times of my life. I saw Beyonce there and met some of the most genuine people. The way I felt like again,I belong here was so real. I could see myself living there and being a more vibrant person each time I went. So when he said he was fom Houston I immediately am like. hmm.

So I check to see what line Is have going through Houston.... yall. why is it my Venus & Mars IC line go directly through it. I have them conjunct natally. So let me break that down in a separate post. But just knowww, I think I was meant to meet this man. By the way for context he's a Capricorn sun, and Im a virgo sun.

Where is your Pluto line in your astrocartography chart? Have you ever traveled anywhere you felt called to go and something out of the world happened to you?

-@nianeyemystic

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honeytonedhottie · 1 year ago

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honey's guide to spring⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪷

i've been preparing this post for a while bcuz i LOVE spring and for this spring i just wanna embody feminine, fairy, dream-like beauty in my day-to-day this spring, and just enjoy it fully.

THE MOOD FOR SPRING : planting new seeds, fresh fruit, and bouquets of flowers. tea parties and floral prints and perfumes. green grapes, hibiscus tea and waking up early to see the sunrise.

PREPARATION FOR SPRING : stock up on your favorite fruits and teas. if u want fruits that are in season, the fruits in season during spring include strawberries, cherries, blueberries, kiwis, bananas and nectarines. my favorite spring time tea is hibiscus and i love a good matcha during all seasons but especially spring, and lastly a good citrus tea is always something that i enjoy.

if ur someone who experiences rly bad allergies during the spring make sure that u go to ur doctors for a check up, and make sure that u have everything that you'll need to combat allergies.

THE PLAYLIST : a good playlist is always essential so my spring playlist consists of : eternal sunshine - jhene aiko. はるなつあきふゆ - ichiko aoba. afterglow - luna li. pisces - yerin baek. fairy of shampoo - TXT. scenery - red velvet. hydrangea love - TXT. cool with you - newjeans. salad days - iiso. pov - ariana grande. lyricist - heize.

REFRESH : time for spring cleaning both mentally and physically. analyze what habits are nourishing u and which habits are drying you out. analyze ur space and do a deep cleaning, that way u can feel lighter both mentally and physically.

wash ur sheets, maybe even buy fresh sheets (floral printed sheets for spring ofc)

go thru ur closet and put the winter and autumn clothes towards the back and bring the spring clothes where they're more accessible and visible

deep clean ur room and clean ur house -> get onto clean-tok for some cleaning motivation cuz watching videos of people cleaning and organizing always motivates me to do so too

create new pinterest boards and delete ones that u dont use, or if u want to, create a completely new pinterest account. i've grown attached to my pinterest account so i won't delete it, but i've made lots of other accounts on separate devices

oftentimes we forget to clean what we use the most, and that buildup can cause our tools to be counterproductive, and just carry a lot of unnecessary germs so here are some things not to forget to clean and organize ;

behind ur ears

ur earbuds or headphones

ur skincare tools and devices (gua shas, face rollers)

ur phone screen

ur folders, binders, and folders

CULTIVATING CREATIVITY :

create something - do some painting, start a sketchbook, start dabbling in some poetry, maybe write a short story, cultivate an elite playlist etc etc

connecting with nature - go and get some fresh air, wake up earlier than usual to watch and enjoy the sunrise. drink different teas that you've never tried before, go to a local crystal shop if ur into that, make urself an elaborate platter of ur favorite fruits. go for a walk in the park, pick flowers and speaking of flowers, go and buy urself a pretty bouquet.

create a spring-time mood board

TENDING THE GARDEN OF THE MIND :

ofc i MUST talk about the mind in any of my posts bcuz its just so incredible. but what you think matters!! what u think manifests! the thoughts that u continue to water and entertain are what you will experience. therefore when u change ur thoughts and water the seeds of the new thought, you'll get a new flower.

its like gardening. your thought is the seed, and ur mind is the soil. when u entertain ur thoughts ur watering the seed, and you'll get a new flower, the flower is the new experience. so this spring, plant new thoughts and entertain those thoughts ✨

FUN SPRING-LIKE THINGS :

picking flowers -> buying yourself a bouquet

have a tea party by yourself or with friends (reference my tea party post if u need some inspo)

make a bracelet or anklet out of flowers

take a bath and infuse the bath with things like rose petals, rose scented bath milks etc

crystal shopping (last year i added amethyst to my crystal collection, this year i'd love to add selenite into my collection)

watch a 90's anime (i've watched sailor moon about a MILLION times and im gonna rewatch it again this year bcuz its just the girliest, best anime i've watched and is one of my favorites)

so i hope that this post sparked some ideas on ways that u can enjoy your spring girlies ✨

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lila-lou · 3 months ago

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✨Rookie - 1/3✨

Summary: You took the job for the paycheck—not expecting your colleague with wild hair and too many piercings to be this charming. Turns out, behind the sarcasm and mustard doodles, he’s kind of impossible not to fall for.

-requested-

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3000

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

Your hands gripped the straps of your backpack as you stood outside the small, quirky sandwich shop. A neon sign flickered above the door, casting a soft glow onto the sidewalk. The scent of fresh bread and sizzling bacon wafted through the air, mixing with the salty breeze from the nearby ocean.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open, the bell above it jingling to announce your arrival. The shop was cozy but chaotic—walls covered in bizarre decorations, a chalkboard menu filled with sarcastic commentary, and a few customers scattered around, laughing over their meals.

"Newbie alert!", a voice called out from behind the counter.

Your eyes landed on a guy with wild, spiky hair dyed in different shades of blue and green, multiple piercings, and a smirk that practically screamed trouble. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, sizing you up like you were the most interesting thing to walk in that day.

"You must be the fresh meat", he added, tilting his head.

"Uh… yeah. I’m (Y/N). Here for the job?". You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware that everyone in the shop was watching this interaction.

The guy grinned wider. "Well, well, welcome to our little slice of chaos. Name’s Priestly". He stuck out a hand, and when you hesitated, he wiggled his fingers impatiently. "C’mon, I don’t bite… unless you forget to restock the pickles".

You shook his hand, his grip firm but warm. Before you could say anything else, a woman in an apron emerged from the back, clapping her hands together.

"Alright, enough hazing the newbie, Priestly", she said with a smirk. "I’m Jen, the owner. You’re on register and prep today. Think you can handle it?".

You nodded quickly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Good. Priestly, show them the ropes", Jen instructed before disappearing into the kitchen.

Priestly turned to you, his smirk never fading. "Alright, rookie. Rule number one: Don't mess up my sandwiches. Rule number two: If a customer gives you attitude, give it right back. And rule number three…". He paused dramatically. "Actually, I make up rule three as I go. Let’s see if you survive your first day before we get to that".

You couldn't help but laugh, already sensing that working here was going to be anything but boring.

You followed Priestly behind the counter, trying your best to focus on what he was saying instead of how distractingly cute he looked. It wasn’t just the wild hair or the piercings—it was the way his smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the way his eyes lit up when he teased you. He had that kind of effortless confidence that made it impossible to ignore him.

"Alright, rookie", he said, tossing an apron at you. "Let’s start with something simple before I throw you into the deep end. You ever make a sandwich before?".

You raised a brow. "Of course. It’s not rocket science".

Priestly gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Blasphemy. A sandwich is an art form, my dear (Y/N). A masterpiece of balance and flavor, crafted with love and a tiny bit of spite". He winked before pointing to the ingredients in front of you. "Now, let’s see if you have what it takes".

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile as you reached for the bread. You started assembling a basic turkey and cheese sandwich, trying to ignore how closely Priestly was watching you. He leaned in, chin resting on his hand, observing every move you made.

"Not bad", he mused. "But you forgot the most important ingredient".

You frowned, scanning the sandwich. "What? What did I miss?".

Priestly’s grin widened. "A little bit of flair". Before you could react, he grabbed a bottle of mustard and, with a dramatic flourish, drew a ridiculous smiley face right on top of the sandwich.

You blinked. Then, before you could stop yourself, you laughed. "That’s your big secret ingredient? Mustard doodles?".

"Hey, presentation matters", he said, tapping his temple like he just revealed the meaning of life. "Plus, it makes the customers smile. And happy customers leave better tips".

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing again. Priestly was ridiculous, but in a way that was kind of… charming. He pointed at you with the mustard bottle, narrowing his eyes playfully. "You’re not bad, rookie. Maybe I won’t scare you off after all".

You met his gaze, feeling a warmth in your chest you hadn’t expected. "Guess you’re stuck with me, then".

His smirk softened just a little, and for a split second, you swore you saw something else in his expression. Interest? Amusement? Maybe something more? But before you could figure it out, he straightened up, flipping a rag over his shoulder. "Alright, (Y/N)", he said. "Time for the real test. The lunch rush is coming, and you’re about to see just how crazy this place gets".

You took a deep breath and nodded, ready for whatever was next. Though, if you were being honest with yourself, you were more distracted by the fact that maybe this job wouldn’t just be about earning money for college. Maybe, just maybe, Priestly was about to make things a whole lot more interesting.

The past few weeks had been a blur of messy sandwiches, sarcastic banter, and way too many inside jokes with Priestly. Somewhere between the chaotic lunch rushes and late-night cleanup shifts, you had fallen into an easy rhythm with him. He teased you relentlessly, but you gave it right back, and somehow, that felt like the best part of your day.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you had started looking forward to your shifts—not just because of the paycheck, but because of him. The way he’d toss you a knowing smirk across the counter, the way he’d steal your fries when you took a break, the way he’d nudge your shoulder just a little too long when he walked past you.

And now, it was just the two of you, closing up for the night.

You wiped down the counter while Priestly counted the last of the register money, humming some song under his breath. The shop was quiet, the usual buzz of customers replaced by the distant sound of waves crashing outside.

"You know", Priestly said suddenly, snapping the register shut. "You didn’t turn out so bad".

You smirked. "Is that your way of saying you’d be lost without me?".

He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. "Me? Lost? Never. But… I might be slightly less entertained if you weren’t around".

You rolled your eyes but felt warmth creeping up your neck. Lately, his teasing had felt different—less like a joke, more like a challenge. A dare.

Priestly leaned against the counter, watching you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, listen", he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking… We’ve been working together for a while now. And since you haven’t run screaming yet, I’m gonna assume you don’t hate me".

You raised a brow. "I tolerate you at best".

"Right, right", he nodded. "So, theoretically, if I asked you out, you wouldn’t immediately throw a sandwich at my face?".

Your heart skipped. He was joking… right? You searched his face, expecting to see that same playful smirk, but there was something else there this time. A flicker of uncertainty. Like he actually cared about your answer.

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. "Depends. Would this be a real date or just an excuse to force me to try some weird sandwich combination you invented?".

Priestly grinned. "Oh, it’s definitely a real date. Though, now that you mention it, I could make you my experimental peanut butter and jalapeño masterpiece…".

You wrinkled your nose. "Absolutely not".

"Okay, okay, fine", he laughed. "No weird sandwiches. Just me, you, and some actually decent food. What do you say?".

You met his gaze, feeling the same warmth you’d been trying to ignore for weeks. Maybe you should’ve seen this coming. Maybe you had. Either way, there was only one answer. "Yeah, Priestly", you said, unable to fight your smile. "I’d like that".

His grin widened, and for once, he looked almost… nervous. "Cool. Uh, great. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then?".

"Looking forward to it", you teased.

As you finished locking up and stepped out into the cool night air, Priestly nudged your shoulder like always—but this time, his fingers lingered just a little longer.

The next evening, just as the sun was setting, you heard a knock at your door. You smoothed down your outfit—casual but nice, nothing too fancy because, well, this was Priestly—and took a deep breath before opening it.

And there he was, standing on your doorstep, looking… well, different.

His hair was still its usual spiky mess, but he had toned down the wild colors a bit. No crazy sandwich shop apron, no sarcastic t-shirt with some ridiculous slogan. Instead, he wore a worn-in hoodie over a band tee, jeans that actually fit him well, and—shockingly—he wasn’t wearing his usual combat boots.

"You clean up nice", you teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Priestly scoffed. "Don’t get used to it, rookie. This is a one-time deal. Special occasions only". He wiggled his brows. "Speaking of special—are you ready for the best first date of your life?".

You crossed your arms. "That’s a bold claim".

"Oh, I deliver", he said, holding out a hand. "Come on, you’ll see".

Curious, you let him lead you outside, where his beat-up old car was parked. Instead of heading toward any restaurant or movie theater, he drove you out of town, past the usual busy streets, toward the beach. But not the main part—the crowded boardwalk or touristy spots. No, he took a detour, turning onto a barely visible dirt path that led to a secluded stretch of sand, hidden behind a few rocky cliffs.

As he parked, you stepped out, glancing around. The sky was a deep orange fading into dusky blue, the ocean waves rolling in with a calming rhythm. "A private beach?", you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Priestly grinned. "I have my secrets". He popped the trunk, pulling out a picnic basket, and your eyebrows shot up further.

"You… packed food?".

"Hey, don’t sound so shocked", he said, walking toward a flat spot in the sand. "I figured, since we spend all our time making sandwiches, we might as well actually enjoy eating them for once".

You followed him, watching as he laid out a blanket and started pulling out an assortment of snacks. Not just sandwiches—but chips, fruit, even a couple of chocolate bars. He sat down, patting the spot beside him.

You sat down next to him, watching the ocean, the distant sound of seagulls mixing with the waves. It was peaceful. Private. Just the two of you.

Priestly leaned back on his elbows, stretching his legs out. "So. Scale of one to ten—how impressed are you right now?".

You pretended to think. "Mmm… solid seven".

"Seven?!". He turned to you, looking personally offended. "You’re telling me this perfect combination of location, food, and my undeniably charming company only gets a seven?".

You smirked. "Fine. Eight. But only because of the chocolate".

He groaned, shaking his head. "Unbelievable".

You laughed, reaching for one of the sandwiches. As you unwrapped it, Priestly glanced at you, his usual smirk fading into something softer. "Hey", he said, nudging your knee with his. "I’m really glad you said yes".

You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. "Me too", you admitted.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The ocean breeze was cool against your skin, the sky darkening into soft purples and blues. Priestly sat up, leaning closer.

"You know", he murmured, his voice lower now. "I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. But you… kinda freak me out".

You blinked. "I freak you out?".

He chuckled. "Yeah. Because you’re not like anyone else I know. You keep up with me, call me out on my bullshit, and somehow, you actually make work fun". He hesitated. "And, uh… you’re kinda ridiculously cute, which doesn’t help".

Your heart skipped a beat. "You think I’m cute?".

Priestly rolled his eyes. "Come on, don’t make me say it twice".

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "Well, for the record", you said, nudging him back, "I think you’re pretty cute, too".

For once, he didn’t have a snarky comeback. Instead, he just watched you, his eyes flickering to your lips for the briefest second before he cleared his throat and looked away.

"Okay, so maybe this date deserves at least a nine", you teased, breaking the tension.

He groaned, throwing his head back. "I should’ve just stuck with the peanut butter jalapeño sandwich".

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder as the waves crashed against the shore.

The conversation between you and Priestly flowed effortlessly, filled with teasing remarks, laughter, and occasional moments of quiet honesty. The sun had fully set by now, the only light coming from the moon and the distant glow of city lights on the horizon. The air was crisp, but the warmth of Priestly’s body next to yours kept you from feeling the cold.

At some point, he had shifted closer, his knee bumping against yours, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand when he reached for another snack. It wasn’t intentional—at least, you didn’t think so at first. But as the minutes passed, those accidental touches became more deliberate. A casual arm draped over your shoulder. A lingering press of his fingers against yours when you handed him a chocolate bar.

And then, as you were mid-sentence about some ridiculous customer you had to deal with earlier that week, Priestly reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You froze.

It was such a small gesture, but something about the way his fingers lingered at the side of your face, the way his thumb brushed over your cheek so lightly you barely felt it, sent a shiver down your spine. "You’ve got, uh… sand in your hair", he murmured. His voice had dropped, softer now. Deeper.

You swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of just how close he was. "Thanks", you whispered.

But Priestly didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned in closer, his lips curving into that signature smirk, though this time it wasn’t teasing—it was something else. Something more dangerous. "You know", he said, his voice barely above a murmur, "you keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna start thinking you actually like me".

You let out a breathy laugh, but it came out a little shaky. "Maybe I do".

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before something new flickered in his eyes—something darker. More intense.

And then, before you could say anything else, he shifted, pushing you back gently until you were lying against the blanket, the cool sand underneath cushioning you. Your breath hitched.

Priestly was hovering above you now, one arm braced next to your head, his body caging yours in. His face was inches from yours, close enough that you could see the way his pupils had blown wide, the way his lips parted slightly as he stared down at you.

"Well, that makes two of us", he murmured.

Your heart pounded as his hand found your thigh, his fingers brushing lightly over your skin, just beneath the hem of your dress. The touch was barely there, but it sent a jolt through you, heat pooling in your stomach.

His eyes flickered up to yours, searching. He was waiting—for you to stop him, to encourage him, to do something.

Your breath caught in your throat. You wanted this. You wanted him. But then, you swallowed hard, your body tensing beneath him. "Priestly, I—".

He stilled immediately.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I just… I’ve never done this before".

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his expression softened, and he pulled his hand away from your thigh, shifting back slightly to give you space.

"Hey", he said gently, his teasing edge completely gone. "It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for".

You bit your lip, embarrassed. "I—I mean, I want to, I just—".

"Shh", he interrupted, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. "No explanations needed, (Y/N)". He smiled, softer this time. "I kinda like that I get to be the first guy to make you feel this way".

Your face burned. "Priestly—".

He chuckled and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead instead of your lips. "Relax", he murmured. "We’ve got time. I’m not going anywhere".

Your heart melted at that.

He shifted off of you, lying back down on the blanket beside you instead. After a beat, you hesitantly curled into his side, resting your head on his chest. He let out a contented sigh, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

You stayed like that for a while, just listening to the waves, to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. And as you closed your eyes, you realized that, for the first time in a long time, you weren’t nervous anymore. Because Priestly was right. You had time.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 2

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