#but had to remind myself nature will find a way to grow back

[sakizm]

a little collection of pictures from my favorite place on earth💕

[justauthoring]

naturally [6]

you fit into their little family perfectly - naturally. -> in which gojo doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut

a/n: i couldn't help myself yall, i needed some satosugu in my life and i wanted some nanami fluff

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader, itadori yuji x f!reader (platonic) & mild satosugu

“I’d really rather just spend the night with you and Yuji.”

You let out a small laugh at Nanami’s words, mumbling against the back of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you so you’re flush against his chest.

He’s been particularly clingy all night, in a way he rarely ever is. You know he’s doing it in the hopes it’ll convince you to cancel your plans so that way he can keep you all to himself and even though you have absolutely no plans of doing so, you do relish in the attention. It wasn’t like Nanami wasn’t affectionate, because of course he was, but you always secretly loved the moments he was just a tad more vulnerable and clingy with you.

And today has certainly been one of those days.

Waking up in his arms, instead of finding him in the kitchen making breakfast like he usually did on his days off; he’d opted for spending those few blissful moments before Yuji woke up holding you in his arms, pressing kisses along your exposed skin and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It had left you promptly flustered and flushed, but you’d struggled to pull yourself away, until Yuji came bounding into the room with a bright excited smile as he exclaimed his excitement for your plans that evening.

Nanami had only continued much the same for the rest of the day. Always touching you in some way, pressing kisses against your cheek or lips, and everything in and of between. Now, as you finished getting ready, he was practically insatiable.

“I know, Kento,” you smile, securing the dangly earring you’d opted for that evening in your ear before turning in his arms to face him. He leans back as you do, giving you the room as you let your hands fall on his chest, grinning up at him. “But Yuji is excited for tonight. He’s been practically bouncing all day.”

Nanami frowns but you know he isn’t all that upset — he’s happy that Yuji’s excited, of course he is. It’s just…

“Are you?”

Biting your lip to fight the grin that threatens to grow even wider (if that’s possible), you shrug; “I've been waiting to meet Geto-san for a while, honey. I think it’s nice that he and Satoru have invited us over for dinner.”

Nanami pouts and it’s all too adorable that you can barely contain yourself.

“I respect Suguru,” he concedes with a nod. “I’ve known the two of them for a while and he’s always been the more tolerable one of the two. But sweetheart, Satoru is… incorrigible.”

You snort; “Satoru isn’t all that bad, Kento.”

Nanami visibly deflates.

“It’s odd for you to be this frazzled,” you comment, brushing your hands downwards before wrapping around his waist, tugging him closer against you. Pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, you pull back, smirking; “are you… perhaps jealous?”

Nanami huffs; “of course not.”

“Because that would be silly,” you remind, pressing your finger against his chest. “Given that Satoru is a married man… to another man no less.”

“Yes,” Nanami agrees, “that’s why, like I said, I’m not jealous.”

You hum lightly, nodding your head as you pull from his grasp, taking one more glance of yourself in the mirror to make sure you’re completely ready, brushing down any wrinkles in your attire before turning back to Nanami with a grin. He lingers close, hand reaching for yours as you nod; “shall we go? Yuji’s waiting for us.”

And he pauses, just briefly, before nodding quite stiffly.

-

“You didn’t have to bring anything.”

Shrugging, you smile up at Getou. “I wanted to make a good first impression, Getou-san,” you bow lightly, before shaking your head. “Besides, it’s just a bottle of sake and some sweets for Gojo-san since I know he isn’t a fan of alcohol. Or… really anything other than sweets,” you add lightly, flushing faintly.

Getou snorts, turning to his husband who pouts beside him. “Ah, yes,” he nods, “it’s something I've been trying to negate, truthfully. Without much success, I must admit. And please, just Suguru, Y/N. No need for formalities.”

You beam, eyes twinkling in delight.

“You’re mean,” Gojo pouts, nudging his husband slightly before turning his attention to you. “And like I said, Satoru as well, Y/N. Gojo-san reminds me of my father.”

“And it’s good to see you as well, Kento,” Getou calls, turning to Nanami with a familiar smile as he nods in greeting. Nanami who’s standing next to you shifts slightly at his name being called, his hand around your waist having loosened from its previously tightened grip as he nods in return.

“You as well, Suguru,” Nanami smiles, the gesture meaningful, before it falters slightly as he turns to Gojo who grins brightly his way. “And… Satoru.”

You turn to Nanami, nudging him; “Kento!”

Getou and Gojo just laugh, brushing away your concern — clearly this was a regular occurrence.

Just then, Yuji shifts in your grip, obviously tired of being ignored and when you turn to look at him, his eyes are searching frantically across the bit of Getou and Gojo’s apartment that you can see, searching for Megumi.

“Ah, yes, sorry Yuji-kun,” Getou nods, turning his head over his shoulder before calling out. “Megumi! Yuji’s here! Girls, come down too!”

Getou and Gojo step back from the doorway, giving you room to step in as you slip off your shoes, accepting the pair of house slippers Getou offers you with a smile. You set Yuji down as you do, and in seconds he’s bounding in, chasing after Megumi who only reaches the end of the hallway before he’s bombarded by the pink-haired boy. You watch with a fond smile as the two of them interact, before Megumi’s eyes turn towards you and Nanami, bowing slightly in greeting. You nod, waving with a smile, before three footsteps echo after him and your eyes fall on three girls, the oldest one who bares a striking resemblance to Megumi, with long, black hair and the same eyes but there’s a brighter smile on his lips as she makes her way over. The two other girls look to be about Megumi and Yuji’s age, the blonde one holding tightly onto the brunet’s hand, and you can instantly tell they’re twins.

Getou ushers them forward and you bend to meet their eyes properly. “It’s wonderful to meet you girls,” you smile, holding out the three sets of chocolates you’d gotten for them. “This is for you three, just something small to show how excited I am to meet you all.”

Nanami sets a hand on your back as the oldest girl instantly bows; “thank you very much, Nanami-san.”

You barely have time to register her use of Kento’s last name in regards to you before the twins are bowing as well, the brunet hiding behind the blonde somewhat as the latter speaks up for the both of them; “thank you, Nanami-san.”

Your cheeks are red as you pull away, avoiding Nanami’s heavy gaze on you as you turn to both Getou and Gojo who are sporting matching grins.

Gojo is practically laughing as he steps towards the three girls; “the oldest is Tsumiki, Megumi’s sister.” She smiles as you turn to look at her, oblivious to your embarrassment. “And the twin girls are Nanako,” he gestures to the blonde, “and Mimiko,” he sets his hand on the brunets, smiling fondly down at them. “Mimiko’s a little shy so I apologize.”

You shake your head, “it’s no worries. I also got some chocolate for Megumi but…” your words trail as you turn where Megumi and Yuji had once been, only to see the space empty.

Nanami shakes his head; “that boy… Yuji’s been excited to see Megumi all day, I apologize.”

Gojo shrugs; “Megumi won’t admit it, but he was as well..”

Getou nods; “it’s no worries.”

Tsumiki steps forward then, holding her hand out; “I can take them to Megumi for you, Nanami-san.”

Your blush comes back full force, setting the chocolates in her hand with a light shake of your head. “You… you can call me Y/N, Tsumiki. Please. You girls too,” you smile at Nanako and Mimiko.

Please because you don’t think you can handle the embarrassment anymore.

She nods, taking the chocolates before calling Nanako and Mimiko after her, leading them the way the boys had gone, still red in the cheeks. 

“Is something wrong… Y/N?”

Turning to Gojo, you think you may understand just a little in that moment, why Nanami finds Gojo so annoying.

-

“I see you still haven’t put a ring on that finger then, Kento.”

You choke on the food you’d just taken a bite of at Satoru’s words, body tensing.

Pressing your napkin to your face, you force down the food, gathering yourself before your eyes slowly drift to your left where Nanami’s sat beside you at Gojo and Getou’s dinner table. The kids are sitting towards the end, completely in their own world, Yuji excitedly explaining something to Megumi and the twins while Tsumiki does her best to listen to herself, obviously finding his story a little… much given her age. You respect how responsible she is, though, given that she isn’t that much older herself, but she seems to take pride in watching after her younger siblings and doesn’t mind adding Yuji to that group either; the thought makes you smile.

You’re happy Yuji’s found such wonderful friends.

And honestly, the whole night had been going wonderful. Despite your mild embarrassment at the beginning, Getou was easy to talk to and you found you related to him in a lot of ways. You almost felt bad for Nanami when you realized you’d left him to Gojo all by himself, having gone off to the kitchen to help Getou finish the final touches of dinner (despite how much he protested otherwise, you’d insisted you could help).

It had been going wonderful, until that moment.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry Nanami because God knows you did… but… neither of you had discussed it. Not really at least. And, you weren’t sure Nanami even wanted to marry, least of all you. The two of you were comfortable, the routine you’d built was easy and comfortable and you both enjoyed it. 

The idea of being married to Nanami was one you’d thought about and would love, but… but you didn’t know if he felt the same.

So, as your eyes fall on him, you’re apprehensive for his reaction, not really sure what you expect but find yourself fearing the worst. You find yourself hurt, however, when you turn to look at him, and he simply shrugs.

Oh.

You snap your eyes back to your plate, trying to ignore hurt welling inside of you and most of all the embarrassment coursing through you when you see Getou glancing at you in concern.

Gojo, oblivious, only grins; “best be quick. Someone might just steal her away, after all.” He teases, leaning forward to further egg Nanami on.

“Someone like you?” Nanami grunts out, and your eyes widen.

“K-Kento,” you call, worried as you cast a glance Getou’s way. He didn’t really say such a thing like that in front of Gojo’s husband… did he?

But Gojo just cackles, loudly as Getou shakes his head at you, brushing away your concern. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He assures, smiling genuinely your way. Then, there’s a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that reminds you all too much of Gojo as he grins; “besides, I certainly wouldn’t mind if Satoru did. You are a wonderful woman.”

It’s a tease, but part of you thinks he says it because he’d caught your hurt expression earlier. And it’s sweet and it warms your heart, but that doesn’t stop the bright, red flush from your cheeks as you sputter in response, thoroughly embarrassed.

That embarrassment which is only added when Gojo eagerly nods from next to his husband.

Through it all, you miss the very present frown on Nanami’s face.

-

“Thank you again, Suguru, Satoru.” You bow, hands clasped tightly before you, as you meet their eyes. “The dinner was wonderful and it was great meeting you, Suguru.”

Getou smiles as Gojo steps towards him, wrapping his arm around his waist. “It was wonderful meeting you as well, Y/N. We’ll have to do this again. I think the kids quite enjoyed it too.” His words are said with a fond smile as he gestures back towards Megumi and the girls who are promptly passed out on the couch (even the ever responsible Tsumiki, whose fallen asleep cuddling her brother) before turning back to Yuji who is comfortable dowsing off in Nanami’s arms.

You reach forward, brushing back Yuji’s hair in a soothing motion as you nod; “yes. I’m so happy Yuji’s found such a wonderful friend in Megumi and the girls are just wonderful.” You turn to them, beaming. “You two have such a wonderful family.”

Getou flushes at that, your sincere words obviously stunning him as he turns away, pressing his arm to his face as Gojo grins next to him. “Suguru gets quite sentimental,” Gojo teases gently, squeezing his husband before turning to you and Nanami. “Thank you, though. Yuji is lucky to have such wonderful parents.”

You flush yourself then, turning to Nanami who twists, just as silent as he’d been all night. Though, it seemed to worsen during dinner and since then he’s been rather unresponsive, and the clinginess he’d displayed all day was all together gone as he stood stiffly next to you.

“W-Well,” you force out, plastering a smile on your face as you turn back to the two. “We should go. Get Yuji to bed.”

Getou nods; “of course.”

With a final goodbye, you and Nanami make your way out and towards the car. Nanami continues to remain silent, placing Yuji in his car seat in the back as you slip into the passenger seat. The air is tense as he starts the car and starts the ride home, and although you want to say something, you have no idea what because you’re not really sure what the problem is.

Isn’t he the one who blatantly stated he wouldn’t want to marry you?

Technically, he didn’t say those words but… his shrug of indifference hadn’t really been all that reassuring.

So you opt for staring out the window until you arrive at the apartment, slipping out first. Nanami grabs Yuji and you unlock the door, letting him slip by you to tuck Yuji into bed. You follow seconds after, catching Nanami just as he makes his way out of Yuji’s bedroom. You sigh as he slips past you, pressing a small kiss to Yuji’s head before slipping out. You can hear Nanami in the kitchen, fiddling with dishes, and you hover, not sure if you should try and talk to him or just go to bed.

It was rare that things were tense between you and Nanami. You weren’t sure if you’d call this a fight… it wasn’t like Nanami and you hadn’t fought before, but it was rare and the two of you were good at gauging each other's emotions and giving space when needed.

But… but it felt wrong to leave this as is when you’re not even sure what’s wrong.

So, you turn to head to the kitchen.

“Kento?” You call the second you reach the kitchen. His back is turned to you, putting away the dishes he’d neglected all day in favour of spending time with you and something uncomfortable twists in your chest.

“Is… everything okay?”

Nanami pauses, hands falling to brace himself against the sink as he sighs. Your whole body tenses, fearing what he might say, and then, to your complete shock, he just whispers; “I'm sorry.”

And you're confused—bewildered even.

“Wh-What…?” you manage to force out, trying to make sense of the night, of what had gone wrong, of why Nanami was apologizing because wasn’t he the one who’d been upset?

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he explains, though it doesn't really explain anything.

He turns, moving so his back rests against the counter as he turns to face you, meeting your eyes.

You stare back at him. “What did you want to be a surprise?”

His lips part, and then he stops himself, cursing. “Satoru and his damn big mouth.”

Your eyes widen, lips parting. Satoru? Why was he mad at Satoru?

Nanami seems to finally register your bafflement because in the next second, he’s sighing, crossing the distance over to you as he cups your cheeks, shaking his head. “It was supposed to be a surprise and Yuji was supposed to be a part of it… I wanted it to be special. For you.”

Raising your hands, you clasp his wrists; “Kento, what are you talking about?”

“I was going to propose to you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I’ve been carrying the ring with me for weeks trying to think of the best way to do it. I wanted Yuji to help me because I thought it was only fitting but I was still coming up with a plan.” Huffing, he shakes his head. “One day at work, Gojo came bursting into my office when I wasn’t prepared and he caught sight of the ring… Well, let’s just say he was impossible to stop after that and I just knew he was going to make a comment tonight even though I practically begged him not to say anything. He just can’t help himself… And I panicked when he said something so I shrugged but I saw how hurt you were by that and—and it’s just all been ruined.”

It takes you a moment to process his words. 

You think back to earlier, to how Nanami had been desperate to not go that night and you’d thought it was just because he didn’t want to deal with Gojo (because although he would deny it vehemently until the day he died, you knew he did like Gojo). How clingy he’d been. And then how his entire persona had changed when Gojo had made that comment. 

How it wasn’t because he didn’t want to marry you or any silly worry like that. It was because he’d been planning to ask you and wanted to make it special and felt that Gojo had ruined the surprise for you…

How utterly and completely sweet the entire thing is.

“Kento,” you call after a moment, pulling his eyes on you as he frowns. “It doesn’t matter how you ask, I’ll say yes every time.”

His lips part, eyes widening.

“I love you and I love Yuji, and you’ve become my family in ways I’d have never expected.” You profess, hoping the sincerity of your words is enough to express just how deeply you mean the words. “I would love to marry you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, still, before he’s stepping back, gently pulling his hands away as he reaches into the pocket of his trousers, pulling a small box. The smile that bounds on your face is undeniable, hands coming up to your lips as he steps back, kneeling in front of you, in the middle of your kitchen, opening the box so the beautiful ring is facing you.

He smiles as he asks; “will you marry me?”

Your vision blurs as the tears well and the excitement that wells inside has you feeling giddy as you nod, choking out the words through happy tears; “yes,” you breathe, “yes, i’ll marry you.”

You’re reaching for him before you realize it, pulling him to his feet as you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you press your face into the crook of his neck, a sob pulling from your lips. He’s pressing kisses against your cheek, drifting to your jaw before pulling back, before reaching for your left hand, pulling the ring from the box and easily sliding the ring on your ring finger. You watch him do so with a barely concealed smile, beaming from ear to ear as your eyes twinkle with tears and delight, pulling your hand to your face to look at the ring before turning back to Nanami.

“I love you,” you whisper, reaching for him. “I love you so much.”

He hums, happy, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “I love you too,” he breathes, pressing his lips against yours, before mumbling against them. “So, so much, Y/N.”

The two of you bask in each other’s presence for a moment, before a small voice calls out;

“Does this mean you’re really my mom now?”

And you pull back, shocked, surprised to see Yuji standing by the hall to his room, a blanket tucked in his arm as he rubs at his eyes tiredly. And yet, despite how sleepy he looks, there’s a bright grin on his face as he looks at you, to his father, to the ring on your finger.

“Hana-sensei from daycare says that when two people are married that means they really love each other,” he continues, mumbling the words. “Do you really love each other?”

You turn to Nanami, before grinning, pulling from his grasp as you make your way towards Yuji, kneeling so you’re at his eye-level. “Yes, Yuji, we really love each other. Just like I really love you.” You smile warmly, brushing your fingers against his cheek gently.

Nanami steps up behind you, putting a hand on your back before smiling at Yuji; “and yes, Y/N is really your mother, Yuji. Just like she’s always been.”

You bite your lip, loving the way those words sound before Yuji is suddenly throwing his arms around you, nearly knocking you off your feet from the sheer shock of it all if Nanami had steadied you. You’re quick to wrap your arms around him in return, turning to eye Nanami who watches the both of you with adoring eyes.

I love you, he mouths to you.

And you clasp Yuji tighter, nodding.

I love you too.

[luvvyouforever]

exclusively yours - sdv harvey x reader!

-> synopsis: harvey realizes some things about himself and one of those is that he can't stand it when other people look at what's his.

-> warning: NSFW MDNI MDNI MDNI SMUT! jealous harvey mhm. a touch of dom harvey what can i say. slight shane slander nothing too mean. a bit wordy. you've been warned.

-> a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i wrote this whenever i had time free over the course of a week when i should be doing homework.

there's a rare fire in his eyes that night at the stardrop saloon. he's not sure what it is that he's feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knows for certain that he doesn't like the way shane's eyes rake over your flower dance dress that you had been wearing since this morning when you danced with the doctor, and not shane.

he's reminding himself of the ring on your finger, the farm that you live in together, the bouquets you've gifted him, the necklace that took ages to procure because the weather had to be just right. and yet, none of that is easing the jealousy threatening to bubble up over the surface.

the lust in shane's gaze becomes even more apparent as the crowd dwindles. he's talking to you and harvey can barely make out the words coming out of his mouth, but then there's a touch to your elbow that was well-timed to come after a joke you just made, and now harvey is striding over, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders to stare at shane.

"what was so funny?" he asks and the interested inflection in his tone is entirely fake. "i know my wife has such a keen sense of humor, doesn't she?" you don't miss the emphasis he puts on 'wife.'

shane's grown awkward now, and he shifts hsi weight from one foot to the next. he's been caught and there's nothing much he can do to salvage this situation. "yeah, uh, she just made a joke about summer. nothing serious. sorry," he stumbles out.

"mhm, yeah. so, we'll see you around?" harvey says which effectively ends the conversation and forces shane back into the booth he was originally sitting down in. with a breath of relaxation, he turns to you with a different kind of fire in his eyes. one that makes you shiver with palpable excitement. "ready to go home?"

you nod and his hand moves from your shoulder down to the small of your back to give you just a slight push away from prying eyes and out the door of the saloon.

neither of you speak on the way home and it feels like even the nature around you is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen when the door to your farmhouse swings open. the farmhouse becomes visible in the distance and there's a sudden weakness in your legs. subconciously, both you and harvey pick up speed until you find yourself speed-walking to the front door.

he wastes no time in pulling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door and, ever the gentleman, letting you go in first.

once he shuts the door behind him, his hand immediately finds the small of your back again and you feel your body inch closer to the bedroom. anticipation grows and grows until your back is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and harvey's stature is looming over yours.

this is new, this is unexplored, this is uncharted territory. harvey had never once been anything other than unadulterated sweetness in the bedroom. he cared about your pleasure, your comfort, and your enjoyment more than anything. but now there was something calling to him to give into this urge building in the pit of his stomach.

harvey's hand crawls from its position by his side, up the curves of your stomach, then stops at the base of your head. a soft gesture tilts your chin upwards so you're looking directly into his brown eyes. you feel small underneath his intense gaze, but it's certainly not a bad feeling.

"you know," he begins with a breath, "i've never considered myself a jealous person." you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling warmth grow from your core and radiate outwards. "but...the way shane was looking at you tonight...i think we just need a small reminder about who you belong with."

there was so much intensity behind his words despite them coming out in a soft drawl. you could have buckled right there on the doorframe but his body was caging you in so that there was no way you'd fall.

with a breath and a swallow, your hand travels from your side to his waist. "then remind me," you tease.

harvey's eyes darken and something about this excited you to no end. his strong hands bring you close to his chest and his lips hurriedly meet yours. they intertwine in a mess, teeth clashing, tongues bumping, but it sets your entire body alight. with ease, harvey inches you away from the doorframe and to the bed where you fall down onto the soft mattress. the white dress on your body falls around your waist, revealing the underwear you had on.

then, harvey growled. like truly, really growled as if something had took over him in these few seconds. he had been suppressing this urge to be with you intensely for fear of hurting you or embarrassing himself. but he's spurred on by your moans and the heat he feels radiating from between your legs.

after making out so roughly that your lips are left feeling numb, harvey's hands travel down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. with a strong tug, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and sits on his knees in front of you. he'd regret placing so much pressure on his aging knees in the morning, but that didn't matter now. what mattered now was making you cum to the point that you are unable to think of another man but him.

without much warning, harvey's mouth met your core. you threw your head back to the bed, letting out a moan that made you glad you lived so far from any other person. he was like a man possessed, seeking some salvation in the wetness growing and growing in between your legs.

he pulled away, but not for long as his fingers gripped the hem of your underwear and slid them down your thighs, calfs, and off your feet. for a second, he sat on his knees, marveling at your pleasure and whispered, "you must really like this, huh?"

his voice was laced with lust and darkness. before you could even respond, his mouth met your middle again and every part of your body lurched forward, in awe of the pleasure he was giving you. there was a coil in the pit of your stomach that was growing, wounding around itself, tightening with every stroke of harvey's tongue against you.

"harv! fuck!" you managed to choke out. you could feel his lips tilt upward in a smile, and just when you thought there was no possible way it could get better than this, his finger teased at your hole before plunging in. harvey's anatomical knowledge guided his finger upward, curling up to the spot that sends you reeling.

his name was a prayer on your lips as that coil tightened till the point you think it might snap. you could no longer hold it when harvey added in a second finger, curling both upwards and creating a pressure that pulled the coil till it all fell apart. you were a mess, hair sprawled on the comforter, dress halfway up your body, wetness dripping from harvey's fingers.

he leans back on his knees, eyes blown wide with lust. his lips glisten and his carefully groomed hair and mustache are destroyed. he's breathing heavily, but he didn't stop his frenzy there. with rushed movements, he tugs off his tie, his button down, his undershirt till there was nothing adorning his body.

"need this off," he mumbles, pulling at the hem of your dress. you come out of your daze to rise up and slide the dress off your body. "jesus...," he whispers. he rises from his spot on the floor and gestures for you to scoot up to the bed. slowly, his body comes over yours and once again you become caged in his grip and his scent. "do i tell you that you're beautiful enough? because if i don't i need some sense slapped into me."

heat floods in your cheeks at his words. harvey, ever the kind gentleman, was a whole other person entirely. for a second, you wonder if you could tease more possessiveness out of him. he was already delirious with pleasure. what could a little more hurt?

"i'm glad you think so too, dr. harvey. shane really thinks i'm the best looking person in this whole town," you say with a smirk tilting your lips upward.

that fire reignites in his eyes again. in seconds, his hands come to your wrists and you feel pinned against the bed. his chest is rising and falling with intensity.

"if i hear another man's name on your lips tonight, you're getting it," he threatens.

and, because you can, you push him further. "shane. alex. sam. sebastian. lew-"

in a renewed sense of dominance, harvey clamps his hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. "i don't think you'll be able to talk when i'm done with you," he says, voice just slightly above a whisper.

"prove it," you whisper back.

harvey smiles with something sinister lurking beneath the service. he stands from the bed, eyes never leaving yours and tugs off his belt, then his pants. with no flourish, his length comes out, irresistibly hard from the night's activities. he climbs back on top of you, settling his center in front of yours. he's barely touching your core but it's sending you arching upwards.

"i don't think shane could manage making you feel this good, you know?" he teases your entrance. "i mean, if you'd like to try, go ahead, but you'll come back to me crying because he can't make you cum like this." slowly, he slides himself in. you let out an unearthly moan that is met with his own grunts. "you're all mine. no one else's." he fully enters you then, hitting as far back as he could manage.

he drags himself out, then slowly enters back in. it's torturous. horrible. so awfully frustrating.

"please, harv. more!" you beg. he kept up his slow pace, barely budging. "need you more." you sound just as pathetic as you feel.

"can shane make you feel this good?" he asks.

so that's what he wanted from you. "no!" you plead.

"are you all mine, then?"

"yes, all yours!"

"exclusively mine?"

"exclusively yours!"

at those final words, harvey fucks into you again with a quicker, rougher pace. this was what you needed more than air. your hands fly to his arms where your nails dig into the skin there. he would wake up with marks that remind him of the night, but maybe that was your purpose in doing so.

harvey is stretching you out in the most perfect of ways and the closeness of his body to yours sends shivers all over you. his hands are desperately clinging to every part of your exposed skin and his chest rises quickly in attempts to catch his breath. nothing could stop him from his actions right now. all he can focus on is the way you feel so tight around him, the way you're moaning his name, and the way he has to hold in his orgasm until you've came all over him.

which isn't too far away. it's building with every deep, powerful thrust he makes. he's hitting spots inside of you that he hadn't before. it's blissful, filthy, and perfect. in the middle of your ecstacy, you make a note to draw out harvey's jealous side more.

"fuck," he grunts out. it's so strange to hear such filthy language coming from your husband who balked any time you said swear words. "you're so fucking tight for me, huh?"

his dirty words pull out a loud moan from you which seemed to spur harvey on even further. his thrusts lost their rhythm and his breath became rapid. he was close and so were you. with urgent moves, you wrap your legs around his waist which sends his length inside of you as deep as it can go. your eyes meet with a silent agreement.

your moans mingle together, filling the room with lewd noises. your name is repeated over and over again until the moment you both feel that release toppling over the edge, filling your bodies head to toe with pure bliss. his body doesn't still, but instead he returns to the slow pace he began with, pumping his cum deep inside you.

after some breaths and stilled movements, he pulls out with a slick noise and falls to your side. his arms open up in a silent request for you to lay on his chest and you oblige. the bed is destroyed, your bodies are sweaty, and there's certainly something leaking out of you onto the sheets. but sheets can be washed, beds can be made, and showers can be had.

all that matters is that you were exclusively his, and shane could never make you feel like that.

[numinously-yours]

Pick a card: From your Soulmate

Happy Friday! Today's reading is a soulmate reading. Your reading includes: Characteristics of your soulmate & a note from them <3

Pile 1: Ace of Pentacles

I’ve been kicked down in life, but each time I get back up the light at the end of the tunnel gets brighter. I have been trying hard to trust in the universe because I know it’s bringing me everything I could want – and that’s you. You are such a compassionate, beautiful, smart, and wonderful person pile 1. You know how they say to never stop dating the person you’re with? That is my plan with you – to woo you forever. You deserve to be wined and dined. I hope to show you each day how much you mean to me. I’ll bring you flowers. I’ll give you shoulder rubs. I’ll tell you silly jokes just to make you laugh. I will spend our time together making sure you never feel unloved. You are my manifestation and I can’t wait to be with you.

Pile 2: The Lovers

Your love is a breath of fresh air. Being with you brings me mental clarity. It makes me understand that the way I’ve been treated in relationships up until now were not an accurate representation of a healthy relationship. Gosh, it is so refreshing! You may find when we begin our relationship that I am hesitant to make big decisions. Because you are showing me something I’ve never known before, it is going to take a little time for me to be convinced that you’re not going away. But let me tell you, once I am shown time and time again that you show up, it is game over (in the best way). The way that we align will take away all the doubts I’ve ever had about love. And I won’t be able to thank you enough.

Pile 3: The Hanged Man

A lot of my life has been about competition; mainly, competition with myself. I have a need to prove myself. I want to be the best at what I do. And I know that that mindset isn’t always the most productive. With you in my life, soulmate, I am reminded to pause. I am reminded that there are more perspectives out there from my own and that I’m allowed to let go of what I think SHOULD be to open room for what IS. You’re really going to allow me to look at my shadow self and understand why I have this need to be better than the previous version of me. You’re going to help me see the restraints that I’m binding myself with. My competitive nature will always be a part of me but I’m looking forward to the time in my life where I can experience joy just being who I am, where I don’t feel like I need to be constantly winning. My life with you is the ultimate prize.

Pile 4: Two of Cups

I’ve held myself back for much of my life with the fear that I don’t have the tools to succeed. I always think that if I just had that one thing – more money, more confidence, more time – that then I can take the plunge. At times, I also find myself wanting to do everything for everyone. If I put effort into one thing, I feel like I am neglecting the other, and then I stop doing either. I want to be the best RIGHT NOW, no matter how unrealistic. And then you came into the picture. My inspiration, my muse, my reminder that each day is a clean slate. Not only do I know we will grow together, but I know that I will grow personally because of you. You never fail to encourage me to follow my dreams. You have a way of reminding me that, even if I “fail”, I can always get something out of a situation which means I didn’t fail at all. I really hope I can do the same thing for you because you deserve the same, if not more, of the energy you give to me.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do—Garten of Banban Characters reacting to WereGator!Reader going through the games events to find their nieces? (Same principle as a Werewolf, just with them being able to turn into an alligator. They can semi-shift sharper claws or more menacing eyes.)

Monsters are secretly intermingled with normal society. They just tend to stay out of sight or hide their otherness to blend in. Cause humans are crazy population wise to them, seriously eight billion?! No lone species wants to get that many humans ticked off/scared of them. Reader was really wary of letting their sister-in-law leave her daughters at the daycare. Sure, it catered to monster kids but something was always a bit off… Weregators have strong nurturing instincts when it comes to their or any family member’s kids. The worry was just brushed away as that being in overdrive…

Reader goes through the various puzzles a bit aggressively (never destroying anything outright but Banban can see them barely controlling their strength/shifts).

Oh I love this!! I'll just be doing 4 characters

.......

Banban

You had your suspicions about letting your nieces get dropped off at the kindergarten during "Bring-A-Friend Day".

Your sister-in-law didn't see the problem. Sure, the place was apparently creating living, breathing mascots and likely violating all moral/ethical codes in doing so...but she thought it was fine.

Lab-bred monsters interacting with the natural monsterkind living quietly in the outside world? Surely nothing could go wrong...

Until it did and you found yourself going to this place to find your two nieces.

They weren't even your own children, though as a weregator your nurturing instincts went into overdrive the moment you heard of their disappearance.

And it's for that reason you'd be....quite aggressive and direct in how you solved the strange puzzles throughout the facility.

Nothing pissed you off more than the drone--as sometimes it refused to cooperate.

You came close to smashing the controller numerous times.

You meet Banban after he tries knocking you out, but he's stunned when you barely flinch and tackle him, eyes turning reptilian, alligator claws growing on your hands, and patches of your skin turning to scales.

And you growl angrily, threatening his very existence.

But since he shares Untham's fascination with monsterkind, he just stares at you like you're some spectacle, totally fearless.

"My, what big claws you have....sorry, bad joke-"

"Shut it, "Banban"." You snarl. "Where are my nieces?! I swear if you did anything to them-"

"I've done nothing to them. In fact, I feel terrible about what's been going on here. And that's why I want to help you find them."

"You do..?" You blink. "Then why did you attack me?"

"It's hard to explain. Sometimes I lose control over myself...I truly am sorry about that. Now could you let me go? I think doing that will benefit both of us."

"...how?"

"I promise I'll help you the whole way. Believe me, I've tried helping others before you, but...they were humans. Held back by fear and lack of physical endurance. You, however, stand a chance. But you'll need some guidance. This place is huge, after all."

You were surprised by his offer, albeit cautious of his intentions.

In the end, you let him go as killing him wasn't gonna bring you anywhere closer to your nieces.

He oversees your journey and helps where he can, although he cringes when you damn near shatter the glass panels when solving certain puzzles or fully shift into your gator form when you're trying to fight of Nabnab....

Or when Banban turns into his "hellish" form and tries attacking you, with you leaving some pretty deep scratches on his skin.

Once he snaps out of it, he's like "omg you're just like me fr, we both have trouble taming the beasts within ourselves-"

You take full offense to that and remind him that you're both nothing alike.

Opila Bird Up

She basically fucked around and found out when she first confronted you.

Her screeches of intimidation turned to shrieks of fear the second you shifted into your gator form, causing her to stumble and fall into the abyss where the ball pit once was.

So for the most part..she left you alone after that.

Even Banban was impressed.

When you put her babies back into their nest, she's at first terrified that you were going to eat them....yet you had no intentions of doing so as you calmly greet her before leaving.

Even though she's been aggressive and instigated your transformation in the first place, you saw her younglings as you would your own.

You'd never think to harm them even though everything here so far has tried to harm you.

And soon a shaky alliance was formed, but only because you two shared the common instinct to protect your kin.

The turning point was when you saved Tarta and Opila from being crushed by Jumbo Josh--you literally held up his fist in your gator form so the couple could flee the fight.

Even he was shocked

That's when Opila knew you were someone who could be trusted to the fullest.

Ya'll know how some species of wading birds have gators as their "bodyguards"?

This is where you and her family are at right now. You'll fight tooth and nail to defend them.

She trusts you with her chicks and knows they're in good hands (or claws, rather).

Your end goal was still finding your nieces, but you'll save whatever children you could along the way. Human or monster or both.

Banbaleena

You weren't inclined to sit in some uncomfortable plastic chair and get schooled by this "teacher".

First she saved you from Opila Bird and now she's basically holding you hostage, confiscating your drone.

At this point you're over it. You're wasting precious time here when your nieces could be in serious trouble.

When Banbaleena threatened to tear you into pieces the next time you're "late", you snap right back at her with "how about I tear you into pieces instead?"

As you say this, you show your claws, scales, and reptilian eyes so she knew exactly what she was dealing with.

Suddenly her strict demeanor goes away and she puts you at the "mean kids" table right away.

You suspected her donor feared monsterkind, a trait that was transferred directly to her, as she keeps stuttering when giving the next lesson and deciding you're correct even if you pressed the "wrong" answer.

She can't even look you in the eye and shakily asks you to be gentle with the tape recorders.

Yet she still calls you a "bad student" for leaving and attempts to give chase, but it doesn't last long and she gives up rather quickly.

She hasn't dealt with anyone who stood up to her and lived to tell the tale.

Especially a weregator.

Bittergiggle

He's not intimidated by you in the slightest.

You could partially-shift or even fully shift into your weregator form and this jester will find ways to make jokes out of it.

Besides stopping you from interfering with his plans to make the queen laugh, his goal is to make you laugh, too.

He knows killing you by himself is no longer feasible so he's gonna be an annoying mf who stalls you with bad jokes.

"What do you call an alligator examining a crime scene? An investi-gator!!"

"What's the difference between a crocodile and an alligator? You'll see one in a while, and you'll see the other later!"

When you don't laugh, it just irritates him a lot and he storms away.

He sets Kittysaurus upon you and is shocked when you manage to subdue her with ease.

Not by letting her ram into the walls over and over, but by throwing her into those walls/buttons yourself.

Never did you think you'd wind up in this situation when all you wanted was answers as to where your nieces went....

But you'll be damned if you let some clown and dino-cat hybrid stop you from finding them.

It's actually quite funny when you come back to the kingdom's throne room and see Bittergiggle throwing an absolute FIT because you once again stopped him from telling his joke to the queen.

And I mean stomping, waving his arms, hitting the floor, etc. Just a full-blown tantrum.

"Wow, even my nieces are more mature than you smh"

[ellarazen]

Together once again

Chosen Family prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge.

Pairing: Spawn Astarion/GN!Tav (You)

Wordcount: Approximately 600 words.

~~~

It’s been a while since your last reunion with everyone in Withers’ party. Karlach and Wyll finally got out of Avernus for good after finding Zariel’s secret forge, but that’s a story for another time.

You all reunited again for Christmas. Withers didn’t even have to host the event this time. Shadowheart insisted we all gathered at her new cozy cottage with her parents and the many, many animals she adopted.

When you arrive with Astarion, Karlach is already running up. “Soldier, you made it!”

She sweeps you off the ground as she announces, “Gods, I missed you”. You reply “Me too Karlach, I still can’t believe you are here”

Emotionally she declares, “Oh, I have to pinch myself sometimes, so I don’t think this is all a dream”

It’s a dream really, to be reunited with everyone, seeing Halsin try to fit himself under the kitchen roof to help Gale prepare the main course, even though the mage assured he had “all under control”.

Wyll was more than happy to share recent stories of adventures in Faerun and brought some exquisite wine, which Astarion still complained about.

Lae’zel joined but not in full flesh. The battle against Vlakith was not an easy feat, but she seemed quite happy to see us once again, even if not in an ideal form.

The warmest smile grows on your face, seeing them all together and well again.

Later on, you step outside the cottage to catch some fresh air, Halsin is sitting on the ground in awe surrounded by ducks. Karlach is making snow angels on the ground.

Turning your head just slightly, you see Astarion, who looks very moved by everything in a contained manner.

You take his hand to hold it in yours, proposing, “Penny for your thoughts?”

He quickly composes himself by pretending indignation. “A penny? Darling, you wound me”

You quickly imitate your partner’s mannerisms to jest a bit “Oh, my love, you know your thoughts are worth all the gold and treasures all Faerun, but you would have forgotten it way before the time I become the richest person in this land”

He plays along “How dare you? you’re lucky you are cute”

Lightheartedly, you reply, “I could say the same to you, but really, are you okay?”

Astarion looks at you lovingly and shares, “I am, I just feel so…blessed, how ironic I had to suffer 200 years to feel this. I’m exhilarated and frustrated at the same time…but we can explore this topic another time. I am truly glad to be here with you, among friends again. It’s a change from the usual bandits we always seem to find”

You hug your partner and as he tenderly returns it; It reminds you of your timid first hug. Astarion wasn’t used to affection in this way, but now he welcomes your embrace naturally. Gratitude fills your chest thinking about the trust he developed in your bond. You whisper, “I love you. You know you can tell me anything you wish, right?”

He felt content knowing you cared and replied, “I know, I just don’t want to spend a second in the past, not when you are here with me…and of course our dear friends awaiting us inside”

The pale elf pulls back slowly and suggests, “Now dear, shall we go inside again? The air is rather chill out here and as much as I love taking care of you, I don’t want you getting another cold”

“Of course darling, wherever you need me to be”

[fillinforlater]

A Collection for a Special Date: Part IV

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1000 words

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, nursing, healthy relationship, cute, a bit of teasing, cuddling, sick_gf!Minju

TW: I wrote this in 15 minutes, because Minju best girl, so no editing lol.

(A/N: Happy Birthday to my Minmin. Her birthday is almost over, but I hope she had a blast and will have a great time being 22 years old. Man, I love her so much, ahhhh.)

“Can you hold my hand for a little longer?”

Is it weird to call a sick person cute? Surely it must depend on the context. The way Minju lays in her bed, blanket up to her chin, everything but her face hidden, and said face in a fever blush, who wouldn’t think that she is cute? Doesn’t help that she has your heart in a tight grip with each syllable that leaves her tender lips.

“Of course I can.”

You smile at her. She returns a weak smile of her own and shuffles out her hand from underneath her blanket. You take the small, smooth palm into yours. It’s covered in sweat, in fact, there is sweat all over her pale body, except for the blush which increases noticeably. 

“But do you maybe want me to bring you something? I can get some more water. Remember, you need to drink a lot when you’re sick.”

“Thank you, but I think I drank enough already.”

“What about yogurt? We have vanilla or strawberry—something to eat will definitely help you feel better.”

Minju’s smile grows and she quickly averts her eyes. Her head is turned to the bright, baby blue wall of her room. You imagine her remembering how the two of you painted the dull gray in two afternoons because you got distracted on the first day. The paint on your clothes, the stupid laughter, as if you were children. But no one was looking, no one was judging, it was pure joy. 

“Thank you, but I don’t need yogurt. I-I just want you to stay here, with me.”

Minju’s voice is tiny. Her hand presses down on yours with all the strength in her weakened body. You warned her back at the lake that she would catch a cold if she stayed in the water for too long. She did not listen and you did not stop her. She just looked perfect, innocently splashing around in the water. Minju wasn’t as innocent an hour earlier, where she beat you in a one on one race across the lake. It was a strong reminder for you that her body isn’t only a gorgeous piece of art, but also quite agile and durable. In the end, it wasn’t able to fend up the cold though. Poor Minju.

“Aw, you’re so adorable, Minju. But what if I have to go to the toilet? You probably don’t want me kneeling her and peeing myself, hm?”

A frown on Minju’s face as she lets go of your hand.

“I will wait here, but please, hurry up.”

You hide your mouth behind a shy hand and chuckle. This girl melts your already molton heart again and again. You feel warm around her all the time, and now it’s even warmer. Warmth stronger than lava or the sun—it’s what they call love, you assume. 

“No, no, I’m kidding.”

Lean in and kiss her forehead. Piping hot skin on your dry lips. Minju gasps and squirms. Her hand reaches for your wrist, which she holds onto throughout your seconds on her temple—and then her lips. Eyes close, hearts race, breaths become more rapid. It’s a natural reaction, yet it feels so unnatural, surreal, absurd. What are the odds to find someone that makes you feel this way? 

No matter how small these odds are, the odds to have perfect synergy are exponentially lower, yet you try to defy even those odds. Usually, the two of you would get faster and deeper in your kisses, but with Minju’s current state, you keep it slow and lazy. Her heated face does not evoke the heated desire in you. You remain calm and cherish the feeling of her lips and only the feeling of her lips. 

You loosely entwine your fingers with hers and rest your elbow beside her head. This position is strange, however, no one would be able to pull you away from Minju. The touch of her lips is magnetic, to the point where you merge with her and lose your fragile grasp on reality. Where do you end and where does she start? You are one with her, so it doesn’t matter.

“Hm, I want something now.”

Minju’s hum into the kiss is like a faint, cold gust of wind at the beach. You're unable to ignore it, unable to not enjoy it, unable to not get light goosebumps. 

“What is it, my darling?”

“C-Can you come in a-and cuddle with m-me?”

Careful not to end the kiss, you open up the blanket and quickly sneak underneath it. Luckily, it’s big enough to trap the two of you under cozy, cotton goodness. This position is a lot more comfortable. You two can share a kiss and hold hands and feel the heat your bodies produce. 

Suddenly, Minju’s hand is on your chest. She struggles at first to grab the fabric or hem of your t-shirt, but when she succeeds, nothing separates the two of you. Her sweaty pajama leaves stains on your clothes, but of course you pull her into a tight hug. So she really wanted to cuddle. You’re all here for it, even if you might get sick too.

“Just like this.”

“Okay, Minmin.”

“Don’t let me go, please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You look into her face, deeply, to examine her expression. The fever seems to be fading, she is less tense and her muscles relax under your touch and gaze. Minju looks confused, but still smiles.

“Is there something on my face?”

You lean towards her ear.

“Minju, I love you.”

Your girlfriend sucks air through her nostrils as her body jumps. 

“I love you too.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“I said—I love you too, pabo!”

You have a dream. The next day, Minju will do better. The day after that, she will be fully healthy again. Four weeks later, you will be sick and she will nurse you. All things will come full circle, again and again, until you marry her.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

anything arcade gannon.

Vault 22 ↠ Arcade x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Forced Proximity? Maybe? ➼ A/N » I was trying something different with this one? I think it's the scenes that are throwing me off. I don't think I normally write such action-based scenes, but I hope it's not too offputting😭

"I'm no botanist, but I think this may not be entirely natural." You rolled your eyes at the doctor's comment.

“What gave you that idea?”

The dirt-covered floors of the vault reminded you much of the desert that awaited you outside. It stuck to the bottom of your shoes in a leech-like way, and you were certain that it'd find some impossible way to slip into your shoes.

Some might see this place and consider it as a 'lost oasis in the middle of a dried-out sea,' but you saw it for what it really was. A nuisance. You couldn't wait to be cleaning out your belongings for weeks after you left. As if there wasn't enough dirt and sand around you as it was.

"Watch your step. There's a lot more weeds on this level." You cautioned, hacking away at the taller shrubs with your machete as you wandered down the corridor.

Arcade didn't object, following you with a new awareness of his surroundings.

"You know, despite the inevitable danger we're sure to find ourselves in, this place is a scientific marvel." He said, adjusting his glasses as he inspected the ecosystem around him.

"I bet it is." You hummed, "Keep your head on a swivel. We're here to rescue someone, not fawn over pre-war experiments."

"I forgot that it was a crime for me to enjoy myself."

The further you both ventured into the vault, the more the plants started making an appearance. They weren't just growing in small clusters near the doorways anymore, they were everywhere; on the walls, across the floors, and a few were even growing out of terminals. The longer you walked, the less you felt as if you were inside a vault. Vines and flowers were strewn all over the place, and there hardly seemed to be an end in sight.

"Stay close to me. I'm not so sure we're alone anymore."

"I know how to shoot a gun, thanks." He shot back at you, unholstering it to prove his point.

You glanced back at him. He was very clearly not in the mood for your holier-than-thou attitude anymore.

You gripped your machete with a newfound goal in mind: survival. The atmosphere had changed drastically from quiet and uneventful to something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but you knew it wasn't anything to look forward to.

You continued forward, your eyes darting all around your surroundings for anything even slightly out of place. It was silent for a moment as everything grew stagnant. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you watched as a spore plant awoke seemingly out of nowhere. It was tall and grim-looking as it lunged at Arcade with excellent precision.

You were quick to tackle him out of the way, arms on either side of his head, inadvertently caging him beneath you as you stared over at the creature in question.

It reeled back strangely as it prepared for whatever attack it was going to do next.

You grabbed the front of his shirt quickly, dragging him out of the way once again as the plant spat a weird gunk at you both.

You both breathed heavily as you allowed your back to lean against the convenient wall of filing cabinets you'd taken cover behind.

"You sure you know how to shoot a gun?" You teased, your hand still firm on his shirt. "It would've been useful if you shot that thing as it was coming down on you."

He didn't say anything, opting to just glance down at your hand as it entangled itself firmly in the fabric. His face was still slightly flushed when he finally looked over at you. Both from the suddenness of everything and the close proximity that'd been forced between the two of you.

"Yeah.." He breathlessly spoke, "I... guess it would've been."

You released his shirt, patting the side of his face gently as you unholstered your own gun. You turned around sharply, resting your elbows on the top of the metal barrier, and shot three times at the spore plant before it finally wilted forward.

Once you felt sure that it wouldn't wake again, you turned to face Arcade. He looked slightly more composed as he brushed the dirt off his sleeves.

"Ready to get going, doc?" You grinned, hitting his back in a friendly manner intended to help calm him down, but it didn't seem to have helped as he tensed when he felt you touch him.

"Yep. Let's.. get going."

[peterpparkrr]

Pinned (pt. 2)

Series: Pinned

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Summary: Lord Bridgerton continues to find ways to be in his seamstress’ presence. A truth is revealed that poses as a harsh reminder of the way the world works.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: The first part of this story (which was supposed to be a oneshot) got so much love, so thank you for the patience, and here is part 2 of an ever-growing story. Let me know what you think of it! And what you’d like to see from this story in the future!

First part // next part

It was easy to fall deep into a reverie when you were working. There was something so methodical and repetitive about sewing that it was easy for you to end up woolgathering while your hands completed the work they’d been trained for the past few years to complete so effortlessly.

And these days it felt like you had more and more to think about. 

Your bizarre evening with Lord Bridgerton had left you far more rattled than you wanted to let on. 

The entire thing had felt like a fever dream. 

You still had no idea what had taken a hold of him in the moment that he had decided to escort you to your meeting. It had seemed remarkable out of character for a gentleman to take an interest in you that was not overtly sexual in nature. 

But Lord Bridgerton seemed to lack the entitlement that men usually held when approaching you. 

Which in turn made you all the more suspicious of his motivations. 

You don’t like not knowing what to expect.

“Miss,” You heard a voice call out, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh!” You turned around and looked up to see Lord Bridgerton standing on the other side of the counter. “Lord Bridgerton, what can I help you with?” You ask him as you move to set aside the pair of trousers you were hemming.

“I find myself in desperate need of another suit,” He tells you.

Your brows furrow in confusion as you look up at him.

“But you just-”

“Are you trying to talk me out of buying something at your shop?” Anthony asks, gently teasing. “I am more than happy to take my business elsewhere,” He adds with a sweeping arm motion to the door.

“I-I uh,” You stutter slightly as you stare back at him with wide eyes. 

You spare a glance back towards the office where Mr. Raugland is balancing the books. Thank God for that small mercy. It was the only time during the day that he has the door closed and can’t hear much of anything coming from the storefront.

“That was meant to be a joke,” He tells you after a moment.

“I suppose I did not find it very funny,” You reply sharply. “My lord,” You add quickly.

“My apologies,” Lord Bridgerton tells you. “But I really do need another suit.” 

“I already have your current measurements, do you know what style you’d like this one to be?” You ask him politely.

Lord Bridgerton studies you for a moment as he seems to consider his answer. 

“No, I’m afraid I don’t, could you help me pick something out?” He asks. 

“Of course,” You reply as you step out from behind the counter. “You can follow me right this way.”

“This is some of our selection,” You explain as you begin to rattle off your usual sales pitch. gesturing to various cuts and styles as you lead him through the samples.

“Would you like to see how any of them fit?” You ask him as you turn to face him again.

Lord Bridgerton nods but doesn’t give you any indication of which ones in particular, so you select some of your favorites as you walk him over to the dais by the mirrors.

He’s quiet as you help him out of his jacket and vest, it’s not until you’re helping him into one of the first vest styles that he begins to make conversation.

“How long have you been a seamstress?” He asks out of the blue.

“I’ve been sewing since I was old enough to hold a needle steady, and I got my first job when I was thirteen,” You tell him quietly as you focus on the buttons.

“And how old are you now?” He asks.

“I thought with all that genteel breeding that your sort were supposed to know better than to ask impertinent questions,” You comment as you smooth the fabric of the vest over his shoulders, making the mistake to look up at him as you do so, only to find him already looking down at you. 

And that is when you realize you are standing far too close to him.

You quickly step back off the dais and pretend to busy yourself taking in the cut of the vest before helping him into the matching jacket.

“What do you think?” You ask as you his reflection in the mirror, only to realize that his gaze is instead focused on your reflection.

“I should be asking you that,” He tells you. “I want to know what you think of it.”

“I think it fits you very well,” You tell him. The Viscount looks incredibly handsome in the dark vest and jacket. In your strictly professional opinion, of course.

“Do you?” He asks, a wide grin crossing his face as he notices your expression.

“Do not tease me,” You warn him gently as you step up to help him out of the jacket.

“That’s right, you do not like teasing,” He acknowledges as he unbuttons the vest. 

“I do not like being made the butt of a joke,” You correct him as you take the vest off as well.

“I would-” Lord Bridgerton begins to protest before you quickly cut him off.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t, but I do not know you, my Lord,” You point out as you turn back to face him. “But I have known enough men like you,” You add quietly.

He looks like he wants to press further but when you hold up the next vest he only slips his arms through it and focuses on doing up the buttons. 

“Obviously on you, this would be taken in here,” You tell him softly as you pull the loose fabric taut against his body, your other hand pulling down on the fabric in front so that the lines are straight.

“Obviously,” Anthony parrotted back quietly, though his muscles tensed nervously under the fabric that your hand was pulling at.

It really is a shame, this new style does such wonders for the male anatomy, yet they’re still hidden under long jackets, tails, and overcoats.

“It’ll match well with this jacket, I think,” You tell him as you move to grab the brighter blue velvet.

He slips his arms in and you smooth the shoulders and back before moving back around to the front to pull the fabric so that it hangs nicely and he can better idea of what it might look like for him. Your fingers linger as they trace up and down the front lapels.

“So what exactly do you need another suit for?” You ask him as you start to pull at the hems, folding and cuffing where you need to.

“Is it not enough to want to see you?” He asks lowly as he dips his chin down slightly to catch your eye.

You roll your eyes, though you can feel your cheeks begin to heat against your own volition as you avert your gaze.

“I am being serious,” You clarify.

“Well, because this is the season that I intend to marry, my mother has decided that we must attend every event,” He tells you. “And since that doubles, if not triples my usual social obligations, I figured it best to get another suit before my mother could berate me for my clothing on top of everything else.”

Married? Did he already know whom he was going to propose to? Had he already proposed to some young debutante? 

You had thought yourself a sensible woman. And you’d never had a problem with your place in the world. But the way your heart had stuttered at Lord Bridgerton’s causal admittance of his impending nuptials? It had hurt in a way that you had not expected. Stabbing at the tender softness in your chest that had not yet been hardened.

He had spoken to you like he cared about you. Truly cared about you, and you’d been naive enough to believe it true. All the while he had been planning to marry someone. 

Someone else.

You were far more naive than you had realized.

“Oh,” You reply after a beat. “I see.”

“Which do you prefer? This one or the first?” You ask him, quickly snapping back into real life. Needing the reminder that you were working, that you were in the middle of a consultation for a customer.

Nothing more.

“They’re both fine, do you have a preference?” He asks as he turns to look at himself in the mirrors.

“You’re the one who has to wear them, you ought to choose,” You point out as you turn to busy yourself with clearing away the garments you’d set aside.

“This one, then, I think,” He tells you.

“Very good, my Lord,” You reply politely, trying desperately to keep your tone distant as you set up to take the jacket from him, avoiding his gaze as you do so. Building your walls back up as you do so. Trying not to focus too hard on how quickly you had been willing to let them crumble in the first place.

“Are you alright?” He asks after a moment as he steps towards you. You can hear the concern laced into his words, and you wish you could just believe him, to talk to him. But you should have known from the beginning that this could never happen. 

“Of course,” You reply quickly, your voice turning chipper and false as you turn to put the garments back on their hangers. 

“I said something wrong,” Lord Bridgerton surmises astutely. “What did I say?”

“Nothing, my lord,” You reply as you take the vest from him, placing them over your arm as you begin to move back through the shop. “I’ll have these garments ready for you by the end of the week.”

“And will you be delivering them?” He asks, and you think you might see a glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes. One that you see in an entirely new light after his previous comments. A hope that you cannot allow to stand, not in relation to yourself.

“That is what the delivery boys are for,” You remind him, harkening back to your first real conversation with him. 

“I see,” He replies slowly.

“Yes,” You state as you move back behind your counter. Finding some semblance of safety with the barrier now places between you.

“I am sorry,” He offers. “For whatever I said-”

“You said nothing wrong,” You tell him quickly as you look up at him, already shaking your head. “I’m sorry.” 

You see a pair of gentlemen walk through the door.

“I have to help those customers,” You tell him before you turn away from him, not looking back until you heard the door close again and you see Lord Bridgerton making his way down the pavement.

Distance. All you needed was distance, to remind you that you lived in two very different worlds. Worlds that would never truly overlap.

[ametrinearrows]

Divert

Being a part of DX had its fair share of highs and lows, and today was definitely one of those challenging moments. The tension in the locker room was palpable, and I found myself embroiled in a heated argument with my best friend, Triple H. The disagreement had escalated quickly, and our voices echoed off the walls as we stood face to face. 

 "Shawn, you're not seeing the bigger picture here," Hunter insisted, his frustration evident in his tone. 

 I shook my head, my own frustration mounting. "No, Hunter, you're the one who's missing the point!" 

 The intensity of our argument seemed to rattle the room, drawing the attention of our fellow DX members, YN and Chyna. YN, my closest friend and confidante, exchanged a knowing look with Chyna. With a quick, unspoken understanding, they both slipped away from the scene, choosing not to get caught up in the crossfire. 

 As the door closed behind them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It was never my intention to involve anyone else in our quarrel, especially not YN. She and I had a bond that went beyond wrestling – a friendship that had seen us through the highs and lows of life in and out of the ring. 

 "Shawn, we need to figure this out," Hunter pressed, his voice calmer now but still firm. 

 I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "You're right, Hunter. We can't let this tear us apart." 

 With a nod of agreement, we both took a step back, allowing the tension in the room to dissipate. It was in moments like these that I missed having YN around. Her presence had a way of diffusing even the most heated situations, and her perspective was always invaluable. 

 As the minutes passed, Hunter and I managed to work through our differences, finding common ground once again. As the tension lifted, we both shared a weary smile, the bond between us stronger than any disagreement. 

 Later that evening, as we all gathered for dinner, YN and Chyna joined us once again, their presence a welcome relief. YN caught my eye and gave me a reassuring smile, silently letting me know that everything was okay. 

 After dinner, as we lounged around, YN turned to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you and Hunter finally worked things out?" 

 I chuckled, grateful for her ability to lighten the mood. "Yeah, we did." 

 Chyna grinned, chiming in. "Good. We were worried for a second there." 

 YN leaned back, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, you guys are like family. It's only natural to have disagreements." 

 I nodded, my appreciation for YN's wisdom growing by the minute. "You're right, YNN. And it's friends like you who help us see things clearly." 

 She flashed me a warm smile, a silent acknowledgment of our enduring friendship. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for YN and her unwavering support. 

After the lively dinner and engaging conversations, YN and I finally found ourselves back in our hotel room. The atmosphere was far more relaxed than it had been earlier in the DX locker room, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that the tension had dissipated. YN flopped down onto the couch with a contented sigh, while I leaned against the wall, lost in thought. 

 "Quite a day, huh?" YN said, breaking the silence. 

 I chuckled softly, joining her on the couch. "You could say that." 

 She looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "You and Hunter always manage to make things interesting." 

 I smirked. "It wouldn't be DX without a little drama, right?" 

 YN laughed, her laughter contagious. "True. But at least you guys managed to patch things up." 

 "Yeah, we did," I replied, my tone reflecting the sense of accomplishment that came with resolving conflicts. 

 We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the hotel room air conditioner providing a soothing background noise. YN's presence was always a source of comfort, a reminder that there were people who understood me beyond the persona I projected in the wrestling world. 

 After a moment, YN turned to me with a mischievous smile. "You know, you owe me an explanation for what that argument was all about." 

 I chuckled, knowing that YN was as persistent as she was perceptive. "It's just one of those things, YNN. Sometimes Hunter and I have our differences, but at the end of the day, we're like brothers." 

 She nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. But you're not off the hook that easily, Shawn Michaels." 

 I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And what do you plan on doing about it?" 

 YN leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "I'll keep bugging you until you spill the details. You know I have my ways." 

 I couldn't help but laugh, a genuine expression of joy that came from knowing YN so well. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything." 

 As I regaled her with the details of the argument and the subsequent resolution, YN listened attentively, her expressions shifting from amusement to empathy and back again. It was in moments like these that I was reminded of the depth of our friendship – the way we could share our innermost thoughts without judgment. 

 When I finished recounting the events, YN reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Hunter may clash sometimes, but the fact that you always find your way back to each other speaks volumes." 

 I smiled at her, feeling a surge of gratitude for her insights. "Thanks, YNN. I'm lucky to have you as a friend." 

 YN grinned. "And don't you forget it." 

 We spent the rest of the evening talking, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company. As the night wore on, the conversations grew lighter, and any lingering traces of tension from earlier seemed to evaporate completely. 

 As I settled onto my bed, ready to call it a night, I looked at YN with a genuine warmth in my eyes. "You know, YNN, even in the midst of all the chaos, you always manage to bring a sense of calm to my world." 

 She smiled back, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Likewise, Shawn. We've got each other's backs, no matter what." 

 With that comforting thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep, grateful for YN's friendship and the unwavering support she brought into my life – both in and out of the wild world of wrestling. 

[uselesssomebody]

𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 - joel miller x reader

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

words || 𝟚.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader and ellie try to make joek the perfect christmas

a/n || i got the christmas fic out kinda on time?? i'm so shocked

➵ i will find it in myself to be consistent at some point. not yet tho. anyways this week has been hell so i'm happy i wrote something. this is not a 100% practical apocalypse christmas, but we work with what we have

➵ if you don't celebrate christmas or this fic is not for you, i'm working on a moon knight winter themed work to be posted before/at new years (with hopefully some hanukkah mentions!!) so if that interests you stay tuned!

➵ merry christmas if you celebrate! i hope you guys have had a nice ass extended weekend or are holidaying somewhere fun

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

joel had been everywhere since the outbreak started. quarantine zones in boston, traveling across the midwest, once being carted off all the way to montana. 

that didn’t change the fact that home was 2003 austin, texas. the last time his heart didn’t always race, the last place he didn’t have to sleep with one eye open. the last place he called home.

but dammit, if jackson wasn’t coming close. and why wouldn’t it? tommy was here, and ellie was - too. his heart didn’t beat like he’d just run a marathon - or from a group of raiders or stalkers. his sleep came naturally here - the bags under his eyes had began reducing. the restless nights didn’t come from flashbacks, or nightmares anymore, but rather, the woman sleeping next to him.

she always knocked out like a light after they were done, curling into the human furnace he essentially was, head finding its familiar place on the left side of his chest, his broad palm wrapped around her shoulder - pulling her closer. he didn’t mind - he got his nightly eyeful of her beauty: the peaceful expression on her face, the way her lips slightly parted as she puffed out air, the way a loose strand of hair might reach down to tickle her nose or her cheek, causing her to twitch in discomfort until he would push the offending strand back into place. 

he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head - a softness he never exhibited to anyone but his two girls - much to tommy’s chagrin. he smiles softly, lips curling as he remembers the events of the day. breakfast at the cantina, helping her help with some of the crops that the settlement was growing for self-sustenance, the both of them taking ellie to a friend’s house, enjoying lunch with her - a moment alone from the excitable teenager - before he left for his nightly patrolling duty, only to return to her and ellie a few hours later. 

a peaceful day. with the both of them.

he glances over at the large window shining the moon’s dim light into the room. it’s snowing, the white flakes reflecting the moonlight to create a glittery night sky, having already stacked onto the outdoor windowsill. 

that was one of the things that reminded him that this wasn’t austin. the *snow*. piling high on the roofs, a bitch to clear in the front of the little house the three of them shared - a chore she always managed to convince him to do. it wasn’t exactly a tough bargain: a small kiss to his lips, and a ‘pretty please?’, and - much to the amusement of ellie - he’d be out of the door with the shovel in an instant. joel liked the snow - it was, in many ways, aesthetically pleasing, if not a little inconvenient. 

and - well, a white christmas, right? who would he be to deny that beauty, especially for his favorite holiday of the year - back when things were normal. while tommy and him traveled together, though, he’d still offer an extra ration of food, reciprocated by a medkit or a bandage on tommy’s end. when he and tess were still together, they’d exchange guns. joel always got the short end of the stick - sometimes literally, once earning a pistol is exchange for a rifle. didn’t matter, though. tess was ecstatic, and it’s not like the two didn’t share.

that was one thing he was real excited for since bringing ellie here - getting her something she’d really want for christmas. and the same for her, laying next to him. using an elaborate network of spies (see: tommy and maria), he had discreetly collected the information as to what would interest them both. 

for ellie, 3 new editions of savage starlight, the joel had managed to find when he’d been assigned on runs away from the perimeter of the settlement. and for her, a cassette player, that he had tinkered with to get to work again. it had some of her favorite songs - the ones she’d heard from others after the outbreak, or the ones she’d remembered from before, and it had taken hours of looking around abandoned cars for the cassette tapes. he hoped to add to her collection for the new year, and to catch her able to actually listen to the songs she likes to hum to much in the shower, or around the house.

the only problem was… well, the atmosphere. it was a white christmas, sure, but the distinct reds and greens were missing from the town. there was a christmas tree up in the hall, but little else specifically regarding christmas, to his disappointment. maria’s explanation was to allow space for every winter celebration to breath. there was hanukkah candles around the settlement’s common areas, adding a distinct beauty in the flickering lights of the flames. similarly, kwanzaa candles were up anywhere that diwali’s clay lamps had been previously. the settlement had so many groups, that joel was sure that he missed other decorating items. and he didn’t mind a bit of it.

but he’d been so busy with everything, that he hadn’t had time to nurture the spirit of christmas that he enjoyed so much, even privately. he would have liked to wake up to a decorated tree, a flurry of red and green around the living room, but it was already christmas eve. and after the excitable day he’d had - now in the company of his love, and ellie just down the corridor, he figured he didn’t mind all too much.

he was home.

he was asleep. finally.

she sighs in relief, finally squeezing out of his snuggle. regardless of his years on the road, he was always a heavy sleeper - even more nowadays, with less apparent threats. thank god for her.

she’d had to pretend to be asleep a lot longer than she thought she’d have to, him obviously having a contemplative night before deciding to fall asleep, but she’s grateful it’s finally happened. sneaking out of the room, avoiding the floorboards she’d memorized as the creaky ones, she shuts the door with the smallest clack - but even that makes her wince. stilling for a moment to ensure joel hasn’t woken, she looks down the hall at ellie, who is similarly traversing the floor with caution. 

“he asleep?” ellie asks, and she affirms with a grin.

“out like a light.” ellie gives her a thumbs up, before they both make their way to the back door - which was perfectly larger than the front door. outside, tommy stands, looking bored out of his mind.

“jesus. what the hell took you guys so long?” he grumbles, which makes ellie giggle, muffling it behind her palm.

“he kept thinking, oh, you know how he is, tommy.” she brushes off his annoyance with a little smile, and he shrugs.

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes playfully.

“did you get it?” ellie asks excitably, and he nods, reaching around to the side of the house to procure the spruce tree - a net tied around it to ensure the branches wouldn’t hit anything. it’s about a foot taller than tommy, and it’s just perfect for the house. “c’mon, c’mon!” ellie insists in a hushed whisper, and the two of them help him with bringing the tree discreetly inside.

once it’s neatly in, tommy drops off his wrapped gift for joel, having already dropped off in the evening his and maria’s gift of the best christmas cookies - well, any cookies - ellie and her had ever eaten, and bids the two girls farewell. when the house is silent again, she looks at ellie.

“wanna do the tree, or the other stuff?” to no surprise to her, ellie’s response is immediate.

“tree."

after a half-hour of decorating and filling the living room with some semblance of christmas joy, she hoists ellie up as much as she can so the teen can place a makeshift, glittering star on the top of the tree. adorned in reds and greens, the living room looked perhaps more woodsy than like a shop display - due to the lack of a perfect tinsel replica - but the glitter and foil would have to as viable substitutes.

exhausted, the both of them sneak another one of tommy and maria’s cookies, before ellie places three gifts for joel under the tree - from the two girls and tommy - while she looks in joel’s not-so-hidden hiding spot, for all his goods he didn’t want her or ellie finding. she’d found it almost immediately after its creating though, and knew joel was hiding their gifts in there. though, as they were wrapped, they still remained a mystery to her as she placed them under the tree. 

the fruitful effort ends with a hug goodnight, before ellie wanders into her room to pass out, and she sneaks back into her and joel’s room, seeing him still in deep sleep - even snoring a little. 

with a big, fat beam on her face, she curls back up next to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and whispering,

“merry christmas, joel.”

the next morning, joel awakens to an agitated ellie tapping her foot on the floor, sitting at the foot of the bed, reading a book as she waited for him to awaken.

“oh, finally.” she sighs in relief, helping him sit up, as he wiped his eyes groggily, “c’mon, she’s making pancakes!” pancakes for breakfast was reserved for special days, and today was very special. with a half-smile, joel gets to his feet, grabbing and pulling ellie into his side my her shoulders, and hugging her tightly, ruffling her hair.

“merry christmas, ellie.”

“merry christmas, joel!” she chirps back, very animatedly. 

too animatedly.

joel’s eyes nearly bug out when they reach the living room, where this morning’s chef is standing, a big grin on her face.

“surprise!” she and ellie say in unison, as his eyes dart around to take in the christmas colors, the stockings, the - oh, the tree!

the little kid inside him was practically jumping for joy at the ornate tree that rose above a smattering of presents on the ground. 

she joins him and ellie, taking his other hand.

“like it?”

“like it? baby, i love it.” he kisses her cheek, holding the kiss, trying to convey how meaningful this was to him, and ellie playfully prods his side, pretending to cringe. in response, he lets out a big, hearty laugh - one of few - and ruffles her hair, squeezing her tighter. both, his silent thank you’s.

after a big breakfast of pancakes, they settle into the couch, gifts surrounding them. 

ellie goes first. she unwraps joel’s present to her - the new editions of the comic. she blows her lid in excitement, hugging him tightly, before beginning to wander off as she examines the comic, making the two adults laugh as they playfully beg her to come back.

then she goes. the bulky gift makes her curious, but, as the unwraps it, seeing the cassette tape, her eyes widen in shock, “baby, how on earth…?” her brows furrow as she internalizes the effort it must have taken him to collect all those songs. the looks she gives joel is nothing short of adoration, and that made every minute of the hunt worth it.

finally, it’s joel. tommy’s gift first, and it sloshes when he jiggles it. unwrapped, it’s a familiar label and liquid: a jack daniel’s old number 7, his go-to before the outbreak. surprised his little brother remembered, he grins lightly as he places the bottle beside him, looking forward to enjoying it. from her, he opens the gift to find a meticulously crafted, sewn and polished knife holster, “because i mentioned how old mine was?” he asks her softly, and she nods, with a sheepish smile, “i love it.” he affirms, tracing the edges, “my baby’s good at everything then?” he teases, and she giggles - much to ellie’s distaste.

“open mine, joel!” she insists, placing her smaller box in his arms. 

“hold on, ellie.” he laughs, taking the wrapping off meticulously. it’s an unassuming box, and, looking inside, his face sobers a little. 

it’s a watch. with a brown band, and a white dial - more importantly it works. immediately, ellie’s face falls.

“you don’t like it? i thought… you know, your watch doesn’t work, so-”

joel sighs, shaking his head as he pulls ellie to him to calm her.

“no, no - it’s not that.” he assures, throat constricting as he experiences a heartbreaking deja vu. 

they don’t know.

after a moment of silence, joel smiles.

“i think it’s great, ellie. i really like it, damn well needed a watch too - tommy always keeps me an hour and a half instead of an hour on our patrols, and i can never prove it. now i can.” he tried to diffuse the tension with a small joke, but ellie still looks a little concerned. she does too. 

joel immediately puts the watch on, but on his other wrist, leaving sarah’s watch untouched. “there.” he hums, examining the watch on his wrists.

“matches your boots,” she comments, and ellie lights up a bit.

“i did that on purpose.” joel smiles up at her.

“well thank you, ms. fashionista.” he teases, “now i don’t got an excuse to be late for dinner, huh?”

the two other finally crack, giggling a little.

“so you always know you’re late for dinner?” ellie teases, and he laughs.

“gotta give you two time to scheme alone, hmm?” he counters, “where would all these decorations have come from if y’all didn’t have a couple minutes alone at the table.” he teases.

“well, now, since you won’t be late, all three of us will scheme.”

“against tommy.” joel adds, and ellie laughs.

after a few more jokes, ellie goes to wear out her new comics, and the other two remain on the couch. lazily wrapping an arm around his neck, she hums.

“happy?”

“ecstatic.” he assures, with a content smile. she traces the new watch on his wrist - ellie’s.

“makes you look cool. like you’re a very busy man.”

“you say it like i’m not.” he jokes back, and she smiles.

“you’ve got enough time for us.” she counters, and he leans back, pulling her flush to him as he kisses her lips softly.

“you two are the only things i got time for.” he corrects. her cheeks heat.

“merry christmas, joel.”

“merry christmas.”

[reorientation]

I’ve been a lesbian a for about ten years. I’ve only ever been in relationships with cis-women and I’m a gold star lesbian. I’ve always had a breeding kink but things have changed. My last relationship ended over a year ago and there were times while in that relationship my girlfriend would say I’d leave her for a man and that I wasn’t a lesbian. We eventually broke up but not because I had left her for a man. In the over a year since we’ve broken up I’ve found myself more and more desperate to be bred and knocked up.

This growing desperation led me back on to Tumblr and I fell down the rabbit hole that led me here. Now all I can seem to think about is being made to submit to a man who turns me from smart and independent to just a dumb little girl desperate to be kept bare foot and pregnant. It makes me so wet to think about what it would be like to give up everything to just become a breeding bimbo for some man.

I don’t know how to escape these feelings. I don’t know how to stop getting wet from such thoughts. It’d ruin my life if I just gave everything up to serve men and get pregnant. I’m resisting as hard as I can, trying to remind myself I’m a lesbian and hate cock but it’s so hard and I end up masturbating to the fantasy every night.

I’m hoping I’ll be able to stop all these thoughts soon and that I don’t make any dumb decisions. Thank you for creating a place where I could let this all out (love the blog, keep it up)!

-🌸💕

Oh, you poor thing. ❤️ It's so hard, isn't it? Knowing that your gold star is all that stands between you and a swelling belly. Having those little pink thoughts about being an empty-headed slut for a man find their way to your pussy, and stay there, making you ache with emptiness.

It must be very confusing for you. Your head tells you that you're a lesbian, that you've shaped your whole life around that, but your womb keeps whispering to you about there being another way. A new purpose. A whole new identity, where all you would have to do is what comes naturally.

I'm sure you won't do anything ill-advised, though, right? You're smart. You're not really a brainless breeding bitch, are you? No matter how good that sounds. No matter how many nights you've come hard to the thought of a man giving you an empty head and a full belly.

I mean, you're a lesbian, aren't you? It's not like you need a man to make you complete.

[mwolf0epsilon]

I had a bit of an idea for a post-Umbara fic where things turned out a little different (Hardcase survives, Dogma remains with the 501st, the Citadel happened different and Echo got blown up but was rescued) that focuses specifically on battalion dynamics and how things can become unbalanced if you have too many people with similar personalities living in a confined space. I'm not currently in a place writing-wise where I can write this fic myself, so I thought I might as well just drop the prompt here in case anyone would like to have a go.

Anyway...

After Umbara Dogma finds himself having even more trouble getting along with the vode of the 501st, than before the whole fiasco with Krell. Despite having taken the fall for Rex and even having been pardoned by the Jedi for justifiably slaying Krell (and thus being saved from decommissioning), most of the battalion still find him nothing more than a stiff nuisance that should be avoided (or even shunned at times due to his role on Umbara).

And, while the core members of the 501st have been trying to include him more and are being much more patient with him, they still do on occasion get annoyed with Dogma's stubborn nature and tend to ditch him whenever he becomes "too much for them".

It's on one of these nights where Dogma unintentionally annoys Jesse and Fives during an outing to 79's, that Dogma overhears them talking to a couple of other troopers about how they wished he was a little less troublesome to get along with. To be precise, they mumble about how they wished Dogma was a little more like Tup who's much easier and more fun to get along with, and who's never breathing down their necks over being proper soldiers.

Disheartened, Dogma leaves 79's and tries to find something to keep himself busy with, so as to distract himself from the reality that his brothers find him so bothersome that they wish he was someone else entirely. He ends up in the medbay with the intention to help the medics do some work, but instead finds a still recovering Hardcase awake in his cot.

The two end up talking and, after noticing that Dogma is a little out of it, Hardcase manages to get his kih'vod to speak his mind about whatever is bothering him. And as soon as he hears what Fives and Jesse said (likely after a couple of drinks), Hardcase becomes rightfully angry about it. Being somewhat different from his peers himself, he is not about to tolerate this kind of disrespect towards a younger vod, and decides right there and then that he's going to help Dogma teach the 501st a lesson or two...

The very next morning during early meal, everyone gets a bit of a shock when Dogma shows up sans his very recognizable tattoo (which has been meticulously covered over by makeup that Hardcase may or may have not asked Ahsoka to get for him for this very special prank), hair loose rather than slicked back in the way he likes and his posture much more relaxed. Overall Dogma is just not acting like his usual self at all, and it's very glaringly noticeable.

When asked about it he shrugs and says he has no clue what they're on about, which Hardcase plays along with and even jokes about his vode having memory issues, because Dogma's always just been like this. The others assume the two are up to something and that eventually Dogma will grow tired of whatever charade this is, and go back to being his usual rigid and rule-abiding self.

Except, this goes on for several days with no sign of stopping. Not only that but everyone notices that without Dogma's usual reminders and meticulousness when doing assignments, things seem a little more disorganized than before...

Inventory reports are sloppy and hastily done rather than everything being properly accounted for, the barracks are a mess on inspection day because no one bothered to keep track of the date, things are being misplaced left and right and no one can remember where they left their stuff, some of the vode even oversleep and end up getting in trouble because Dogma didn't feel the need to wake them up on time because "that's not his job".

It becomes very clear that without someone who's as attentive and conscious of the 501st's daily routine like Dogma is, the ever chaotic battalion has some trouble functioning on a more personal level. Which is exactly the lesson Hardcase is trying to teach everyone. And if Dogma gets to maybe have a little fun at everyone else's expense for a change? Well that's a bonus!

[wolfiwonderer]

I love @buggachat 's choice for Adrien's reaction vs Marinette's in BEAU, and I think it says something deeper about us. The fan predictions, mine included, attribute more anger (or sadness) to Adrien than how Buggachat wrote him. This might be over-analysis, but I think that his reaction reminded me of my humanity.

First, speaking for myself, I think that's because it's easy for me to get caught up in anger at Marinette's accusations. Online, stories often generate anger and angry compassion. It's what platforms incentivise. But in the real world, our reactions should be softer. Adrien has just effectively had her return from the dead, and the sheer relief he feels is not something that's easy to feel when reading online in the news or people's blog-equivalents. In a book with lots of build up and release all at once, and in my personal life, I can feel that way, but I had to be reminded of the response by this comic.

Second, I think it shows that Marinette is simply the more easily relatable character. She, in all her crazy glory, is exactly how our average internet personas tend to function. We totally look for complex conspiracies and then get angry at perceived injustice. I love the way Marinette grows into full crazy but each step kinda makes sense if you don't know Adrien is innocent.

I anticipated that same persona in his response, either angry or sad, but then we were brought back to Earth. Back to where people are more important than pride (to good people at least). I think we're seeing Marinette struggle to set aside her righteousness and remember it too. Adrien cared about the bigger picture of finding her again. And it was so natural, so obvious after the fact. He doesn't care about the short term fight, and neither should I. When I next get into a fight, I should remember that.

Even if destroying that cake was sacrilege.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

i've seen some other people do this, so let me share some songs that remind me of catradora.

Adora's POV:

“Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns

Like rum on the fire

Hot and fast and angry as she can be

I walk my days on a wire.”

[…]

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”

— Cherry Wine, Hozier

•

“L-O-V-E damn 4 letters

You sugar-coat it with L-O-V-E every time

Selfish, I will never be enough

Even when I pour out all of myself for you.

[…]

As long as you love me

The good or the ugly

Everything is alright

It’s like you control me

Without you I’m lonely

But you don't feel the same.”

— Gunshot, KARD

•

“You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?

You can't love anyone cause that would mean you had a heart

I tried you help you out, now I know that I can't

Cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand.

[…]

I used to think I was smart

But you've made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me.”

— Vampire, Olivia Rodrigo

•

“You only think of yourself

As if that’s natural

I’ve been foolish enough to try to please you

It tortures me, keeping me lonely till the end.

[…]

I have to adjust to you

Every time, that’s okay

It repeats like this every day

If you're taking advantage of my kindness

There's something wrong with that.”

— Egotistic, MAMAMOO

•

“The stars, the moon

They have all been blown out

You've left me in the dark

No dawn, no day

I'm always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

[…]

I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map

And knew that somehow I could find my way back

Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too

So I stayed in the darkness with you.”

— Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine

•

“Hey girl, wake up

There are better people out there

But even though he acts like that

There's still some good in him.

[…]

So foolish, I'm being manipulated

So stupid, should I break up or…?

This is the end, yes, bye bye

I want to say it but I can't

I'm frustrated but I'm stuck on you

I'm still into you.”

— TRAP, AAA (Misako & Chiaki)

(just replace “he” with “she”)

•

“I can’t stop, I found you

But feels like I’m the only one who feels this way, it makes me mad

I don’t understand

But hurting this much? I’m used to it

[…]

Don’t pity me, no, do as you always did

Because that’s you

Even if you break my heart

And spit out careless words

It’s only you for me.

[…]

I don’t want to be obvious

What if you think I’m weak?

I’m so pathetic, pathetic.”

— Love & Hate / Worthless, Moon Byul

•

“If it was for you I could

Pretend to be happy even when I was sad

If it was for you I could

Pretend to be strong even when I was hurting

[…]

Love you so bad

I molded a pretty lie for you

Love it's so mad

Try to erase myself and make me your doll.”

— Fake Love, BTS

•

“I’m falling endlessly

And you’re playing with me

You got me losing my mind, you intruder

It’s so dangerous I want it

Even if it costs all the pain.

[…]

Oh god, why are you leading me into temptation? Is it a call from hell?

Can’t stop, how am I going to escape from her?

The self-control you gave me has torn in pieces in the dark black hole

Can’t control myself, it’s like sugarcoated poison.”

— Oh My God, (G)I-DLE

•

“My sensitivity making me tense

Your honesty stabbing my heart

Why does this only apply to me? It’s too unfair

[…]

I’m not easy I hate that

I adjusted to you

I loved you more than me.”

— Easy, Wheein

Catra's POV:

“I'm breaking every rule

I want to keep tormenting you

[…]

Hate me as you want, I don't care

The more you break, the more you'll want me.

[…]

I swear I need you, my desires are growing

I’m playing with you like a kid

Hovering like your shadow and whispering to you

I’m your light and your darkness.”

— 28 Reasons, Kang Seulgi

•

“I don't want none, I just want you

If I can't have you, no one should

[…]

I might kill my ex, I still love him though

Rather be in hell than alone.

[…]

Now I'm in the basement, planning home invasion

Now you laying face-down, got me singing over a beat.”

— Kill Bill, SZA

•

“I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe

I’ll flip you over, break you down and swallow you up

I’ll steal you and indulge in you

I’m gonna mess you up

[…]

I’m a bit impatient

I’m not that gentle (I hated you)

But I want you

That’s right, my type

My heart doesn’t lie.”

— Monster, EXO

•

“You fuel my jealousy

Growing everyday

Following your shadow

I’m with you, in every breath you take.

[…]

Call me evil

I'll show you more

I get what I want,

but I can't get enough.”

— Propose, Dreamcatcher

[vitaminseetarot]

Aquarius Full Moon PAC - General Messages 🖤💗❤️

The full moon in Aquarius is finally here! I hope you're getting the chance to enjoy some sunshine in between these bright moonlit evenings. I sure have had my fill from this last weekend; I got the royal sunburn to prove it! Owo#

(Life lesson: apply sunscreen, then do it AGAIN.)

Aren't you glad we can't get moonburns? One could get burned sitting on the moon, sure, but it's kinder than to send that kind of energy back down to Earth. The moon allows us to see the sun's light without dying, which I can appreciate. But I'm going off on a tangent! Below are three images based on color palette cards I've picked for your reading. I've also added some emoji hearts for additional guidance. Please time all the time you need to select your pile when you're ready.

(1, 2, 3 - images from pixabay, divider from @saradika)

Pile 1. Tahoe Blue + Black Heart

X Wheel of Fortune, 7 of Pentacles, XXI World; Sun - Source, Space (Black), New Moon Gemini - Communication is Key

"I'm curious about my true nature; I seek to understand myself."

I feel such stillness and calm with this pile. You have so much blue present in your pile asides from the palette card! And watery energy too; your moon quote card has a lake on it too! Still yet deep. I'm hearing that this pile is getting a big upgrade to your throat energy. It's for both ways, listening and speaking, but I think speaking is being highlighted here more. This is in order to help you move through a bigger phase of your life that's yet to come. You may be feeling like you're ready to come out of your shell, even if just for a short while. There's a sense of grand change occurring in your external world, something that has been in the background or in the works for a long time has finally begun to culminate during this potent full moon time.

You have have recently closed a big chapter in your life and cleared out the muck. Now it's like you're standing before a canvas and you're ready to paint something new. The lunar force moving now allows a turn of luck to flow towards you like a water wheel. It's also purifying your intentions. When you have the place to be still and concentrate on where you want to go next, things can really quickly line up in your favor. With this extra space, whatever that has been building in the background may finally come out and be seen and heard. There's no resistance to this buildup, or there was resistance but it's been removed through this clearing out. You're being asked to savor this brief time. Not just make use of it, because in a way it's growing on its own, but to actually enjoy where you are right now. To get into the mindset of the person on the 7 pentacles card harvesting their abundance, that all is working out at a good pace.

You're being recommended to journal or write during this phase, perhaps like paragraphs of where you're going next (like a vaunt). I'm also getting vision boards for you would help if you need inspiration, or lyrical songs. I'm getting that communications will help you move into the next stage. This whole reading reminds me of someone who's finally finished the manuscript of their book and is sitting in that serenity of having completed something important. But, dear, that's not the end of it! You still need to bring it out into the world for it to be as evident as you see it in your mind. You still would need to get an agent and submit the manuscript to publishers for review.

Communication is being highlighted here as being that which you need in order to move along. Furthermore, you're being asked to tune into yourself for answers on where you'd like to go next, as no one else can tell you. People don't just go out on the lake for peace and quiet, they go to find a piece of themselves and to tune into that for spiritual guidance. May the boat be your lucky charm this full moon, pile 1. Not just to find yourself on the open water, but to connect you with other shores as well.

Pile 2. Sunflower Seed + Pink Heart

Queen of Cups, Queen of Swords, 4 of Cups; Vesta - Hearth, Love (Pink); Full Moon Virgo - You Are Good Enough

"Beauty raises my vibration; I seek it for joy."

For the rest of this month, you are focusing solely on your own needs. Like it or not! [blows coach whistle] But no, seriously, I'm not getting busybee vibes from this pile, I'm getting "poor dehydrated bee that's fainted on a flower" kind of feel. Maybe you're actually dehydrated and tired! This could also be true for your garden if you have one. You may need extra TLC around this full moon. You've been stretching yourself too thin but you'll be in much-deserved receiving mode in order to heal. I like that two Queens showed up and one of them is of Swords. She knows better than to spend her precious time worrying over the trifling things. She knows when to disconnect and tune into what's important. And Queen of Cups says that important thing is your own emotional wellbeing and comfort.

Your quote card features a person standing at the peak of a mountain with arms stretched out towards the moon in accomplishment. You either are or have been working intensely on something for the last few months. It either has or will soon come to a full head and with that comes a surge of expended energy. Similar to midterms or the week before a holiday when the workflow doubles. It's a crunch time! Since it's summer and you may not be in midterms or busy on vacation, this could be a reference for later this year or fiscal quarter. Take care that this busy time coming up isn't going to drain you.

You could have opportunities come up near the middle of autumn that's gonna want your attention. You'll want to be fully hydrated and refreshed for when it finally shows up. The 4 of cups can sometimes be about blind spots, or the blessings we don't see readily available because we're too tired and burnt out to really see what's there. It's highlighting this opportunity and wants you to make the most of it.

You could be feeling a strong pull to stay at home and focus on your craft, project, or hobby. Perhaps you're busy squeezing out the most free time you can while you have it. Again, avoid the sense of pushing like "oh man, I only have a week of summer vacation left oh geez what do I do?!" It's not a matter of sitting around and doing nothing all vacation only to hurt ourselves trying to be On 24/7 for a semester. That's not sustainable. Make the most out of your time, but make sure you have time carved out in between the high energy weeks of being productive. A sunflower without water can't stand and a bee without rest can't fly!

Pile 3. Clover Patch + Red Heart

XVII Star, XVI Tower, XV Devil; Progressions - Journey, Anger (Red), Waxing Crescent - Have Faith in Your Dream

"I gather more wisdom each day."

This pile … hoo boy. This would be my pile if I had to choose one, so I'm with y'all on this. Okay, I got the instant message that you are trying to manifest something very VERY big right now. I mean big like new car, apartment, longterm relationship, just something that's gonna upgrade and transform your life in a big way. It could even be education as one of the cards has a book in center. The thing is, Rome wasn't built in a day. Neither is your manifestation gonna instantly appear when you're desperately trying for it to cause desperation doesn't usually bring positive outcomes, it usually winds up with Fun With Dick and Jane type scenarios to play out. Also stress.

You have three major arcana cards in a row, with the tower card smacked right in the middle like a spicy sandwich cookie (would I even try one?) So I get it. This is likely a very significant full moon for you, supercharged as it's an Aquarian supermoon, and you got Aquarian Star as your first card, so emotions will be running a bit hot. Unpredictable swings. Sudden "bursts". But don't suppress your feelings of frustration, you'll just need to redirect these emotions differently.

You gotta be patient and watch it unfold organically. Even if you're manifesting the demolition of something, there is strategy to it. Demolition workers don't just go in and do what they please, they have to be mindful of their surroundings and what impact they'll make when they make it. When gardeners prune, they're mindful of the angle of the cut, knowing that the right cut can grow just as the wrong cut can infect. Let things go as they may. Things can start moving smoothly or quite abruptly, so focus from a place of expecting that it's already coming and strategize from there. You got the Star card, so something fortunate is indeed coming for you. There is a little Leprechaun luck on your side. It'll be easier to see that once you're able to move past old blockages that are delaying your manifestation. Listen to the leprechaun and not the little voice on the other shoulder telling you that you need to panic over the small things.

See the current time you have as a manifestation in itself, as a product of you believing that you need extra time to cook up the right end goal. See this time you have as a blessing, not just an in-between state. Make good use of this time. There is no reason why the process can't be as fun as the destination. Your inner child is being subtly asked to come out to play for a spell. This pile may be into doing witchcraft spells; if so, grab a little glitter and sprinkle some magic into your day, especially a time-based spell like a growing plant or burning a candle. If anything, it will boost morale which is often more important for manifestation than simply applying routine and logic to everything. I'm also getting that journaling may be of interest to you, whether it's writing down meditation notes or affirmations or just venting. Get creative even and write a poem about your wishes. Try to incorporate more writing in general into your moon magic. (Thoth would be pleased.)

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