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millers-girl · 2 months ago

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interconnected standalone/sequel-ish to bitter/sweet - a Dr. Jack Abbot (The Pitt) fanfic

pairing: Jack Abbot x f!reader

summary: you and your sister plan to spend the day at Pitt Fest but instead spend the night in the hospital, and Jack is left to pick up the pieces.

warnings/tags: mentions of an active shooter, gun violence, ptsd/trauma response, grief and loss, implied survivor's guilt, slow burn, hurt/comfort, grumpy x sunshine, food as a love language, age gap, mild language

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oops accidentally made this love story my entire personality

Jack rushed through the sliding doors of the ED, the familiar, sharp scent of antiseptic welcoming him back. His eyes were locked onto his phone screen, thumb twitching over the messages he’d already sent.

As soon as he’d heard it on the police scanner—“Active shooter at Pitt Fest. At least two confirmed dead. Unclear how many injured”—a sick, crawling fear had taken hold of him. It was an unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling, and one he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

He’d been trying to get a hold of you. Calling. Texting. Over and over.

Where are you?

Are you okay?

Please answer.

I’m in the ED. Come straight here if you can.

He forced himself to pocket his phone when Robby started rattling off the hospital’s mass casualty protocol to the group, but he made sure to leave the ringer on – just in case.

When the first wave of patients came in, it was like muscle memory took over. Like he’d slipped back in time, to when he was stationed in Afghanistan, boots hitting blood-streaked dirt.

Assess injury. Slap a colored band on. Treat until stable. Repeat.

A girl, maybe sixteen, sobbed as he wrapped gauze around her bloodied thigh. Her hands were shaking.

A man in his forties was wheeled in, gray from blood loss, gasping.

He sutured a gaping wound left by a gunshot on another boy’s arm.

He couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t let himself stop.

Somewhere, beneath the routine and urgency, he was antsy, just waiting for you to walk through those doors.

And then – you did.

When you were gurneyed through the entrance, the fluorescent lights that usually hummed quietly in the background now felt blinding. Each flicker seemed to stab into your corneas. Your ears rang, your hands trembled, and for a second, it was all white noise. You barely registered Dr. King’s voice asking you questions, her hands checking your vitals.

You weren’t looking at her. You were scanning the frenzied room.

And then your gaze caught his.

Even amidst the chaos––screams, alarms, blood––his eyes found yours. Jack stopped mid-step near the nurse’s station, the world narrowing for him in an instant. The clinical buzz of the ED faded. He beelined toward you like gravity itself had shifted.

“Jesus Christ, you fucking scared me.”

His voice was sharp, but familiar – comfort laced with adrenaline. He shouldered Dr. King aside and immediately began assessing you himself. You tried to push his hands away, your injury the last thing on your mind. His hands swatted yours back, frustration flaring into the way his brow furrowed.

“Jack,” you whispered past trembling lips. He froze, and when his eyes met yours again, they softened. You reached for him without thinking, shaking arms curling around his neck, clinging.

And he didn’t hesitate. Didn’t care who was watching. He wrapped you up, hand cradling the back of your neck, and let out a deep sigh.

You weren’t sure what kind of fight-or-flight response you had that knew being held—feeling safe—would be exactly what you needed then, but you were glad for it.

“Are you okay?” he murmured into your matted hair, voice tight with restrained panic.

You nodded against his skin, though the movement was hesitant, slow.

“I’ve been trying to reach you. Why didn’t you answer?”

“My phone got knocked out of my hand in all the chaos. I didn’t even realize…”

You leaned back, and found worry still clouding his features. You released him enough to let him do his job, finally letting him examine you.

His touch was careful, but you felt how tightly he was wound – how his hands lingered too long on your skin; how he exhaled when he saw the swelling in your ankle.

Dr. King stepped back in, clearing her throat. “How are you feeling?”

“Kinda nauseous… dizzy. I don’t know, the lights are making it hard to concentrate,” you mumbled.

The two doctors shared a look.

“Mild concussion,” Jack said, gently wrapping his fingers around your ankle and rotating it. You winced. “Sprained. Scrapes and bruises on knees, elbows, forearms.”

He slapped a yellow band on your wrist.

“Ow, Jack,” you muttered, tugging your hand back.

Any other time, he would’ve rolled his eyes and teased you – made a quip about how dramatic you were.

But not today.

Today, his fingers immediately rubbed over the spot soothingly, and his voice was soft as he apologized.

When he reached to slip a patient tag onto your wrist, he glanced up again. “Where’s your sister?”

“She’s fine,” you said. “Just had a scraped arm, bruised ribs maybe. She went to help Emery in the OR.”

He exhaled quietly, then moved efficiently – pillows under your ankle, ice pack secured, orders rattled off to Dr. King. “Acetaminophen and Zofran in an IV bag. Don’t get it mixed up with ibuprofen – she’s allergic.”

Dr. King brought the requested bags and kindly offered to hook you up to them, wanting to help in some way. Jack ignored her, still locked in his quiet rhythm as he began treating your wounds. Stopping the bleeding. Cleaning the cuts. Dressing them carefully.

You stayed silent during the whole thing.

And it unnerved him.

Normally, you’d be rambling about something––telling a story, cracking a joke, flirting with him––to distract yourself. But now, you just watched him, eyes distant.

He didn’t push.

As he was finishing up, someone called out for him. “Abbot! Need you in the red zone!”

“Coming!” he shouted back, eyes never leaving you until the very last second. “Hey,” he said softly, “I know it’s crazy in here right now, but try to get some rest, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Wasn’t even near the shooter. Just got trampled in the crowd… Others had it worse.” Your gaze flicked to the burgundy splatters on his surgical gown.

Jack cut you a look. “Don’t do that,” he said firmly. “You still got hurt. That matters. And I’m gonna fix it. Okay?”

You nodded, just to keep him from worrying more.

“And keep that ankle elevated,” he ordered. As he turned to leave, you caught his hand in yours.

“Can I borrow your phone? I need to call Eleni.”

He hesitated, then pulled the phone from his pocket. When you reached for it, he tugged it back. “One call, then you rest,” he bargained.

You nodded again, the device cool in your hand as he disappeared down the hall.

Dr. King smiled kindly before saying, “Okay, you should be good for now. I’ll come check up on you in a bit, too. Let me know if you need anything in the meantime.”

“Thanks.”

When she left, you dialed Eleni’s number. It only rang for half a second before she was picking up and frantically asking, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

Relief hit the other end of the line like a wave. You could practically hear her collapsing into relief before relaying the good news to the rest of the team.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Just a little knocked up.”

She paused for a second, then said, “Knocked up? Wow, that Dr. Tall, Dark, and Broody sure works fast.”

You huffed out a weak laugh. It felt forced. Hollow.

Eleni meant well. That was her way of checking if you were really okay. So, for her sake, you tried.

“Can you do me a favor?” you asked, looking around the chaotic room.

“Anything.”

“Get the team to make some food for the ED. For the survivors, their families. Staff. Anyone who needs it.”

“Yeah, that’s a really good idea. How much do you need?”

“Everything we’ve got.”

A beat of silence. “Everything…? Is it that bad?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

She didn’t hesitate. “We’ll get started right now.”

You thanked her, hung up, and slowly slid further down the gurney, resting Jack’s phone against your cheek like a comfort blanket. It was nice to have a piece of him with you.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep. But somehow, your body finally gave out. And, when you woke again, it was to Dr. Mohan’s voice ringing out from a few feet away. “Need help with an airway!”

Your bleary gaze tried to focus, mind swimming through fog as Jack and Robby rushed to help her.

“GSW to the neck with expanding hematoma and distorted anatomy. Can’t intubate him – probably hit the carotid,” she explained.

You blinked heavily, watching Jack attend to the bleeding and shout out orders in that commanding voice of his.

But it was the needle taped to his arm, feeding a blood bag wrapped around his ankle, that really caught your attention. Without lifting your head, your sleepy eyes shifted to it.

“Are you donating?” Dr. Mohan asked.

“O-neg, yeah.” As if he could feel your eyes on him, he glanced your way, one of his eyes dropping in a wink. “Thought I’d be more useful as a two-for-one today.”

“Show off,” you muttered weakly, rolling your eyes.

He grinned, eyes focused on the patient before him as he put a Foley in. As he was working, he called to Perlah, asking her to get you a juice box when she got a chance.

“Can you make sure it’s not apple?” he asked after her. “She hates apple.”

Despite everything, you felt a warmth blooming in your chest at that.

When Perlah brought you a juice box––fruit punch––you sipped it quietly, eyes on the trauma around you. The blood. The screams. The ones who were being saved – and the ones who weren’t.

Jack returned after stabilizing his GSW patient. He didn’t say anything at first, just placed a warm hand on your forehead, thumb brushing lightly at your hairline.

“You want some more juice?” You shook your head. “But you’re good?”

You force a nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He didn’t believe you, but he didn’t force the truth out of you either. Just made sure to watch you more closely as he continued working around you.

Sometime later, Eleni arrived – along with half the staff from Francesca. They came bearing trays of food: warm bread, hearty pastas, fruit, rice dishes, sandwiches, coffee, cookies.

The smell alone grounded people. Nurses grabbed bites between patients. Survivors’ families cried when offered plates. Even doctors paused to say thank you.

You watched it all from your bed, barely speaking – your throat tightened.

Santos, who stood beside Jack, asked, “Is that the black cod from Francesca?” she asked, oblivious.

Jack’s eyes flicked to the food in the familiar light pink bags, then to you.

It wasn’t the fact that you’d gotten food for the entire floor that caught his attention – it was why you’d even thought to do it. Even banged up, bruised, barely functioning – you’d wanted to look after everyone else.

He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time, with new eyes. Like maybe, despite your young age and optimism when it came to seeing the best in people, Jack could still learn a thing or two from you. And maybe that was what he admired most.

When he managed to find a minute to be back at your bedside, he didn’t say anything. Just offered you the food on his plate, making sure he saved you that sandwich you raved about so much.

He sat beside you, in quiet solidarity. And, for a moment, in the middle of one of the worst days either of you had lived through, something in the chaos finally felt still.

When Jack left again to attend to more patients, the chaos didn’t remain still. Instead, it slowed – in the worst way.

You finally stopped moving. Stopped reacting. And, just, took it all in.

The crying, the gurgled pain, the rushed footsteps, the overheard codes being called. You can see every little thing – the crimson on someone’s shirt, the way a nurse’s gloved hands shook, the metallic scent in the air.

Someone shouting for gauze. Another for a crash cart. A kid screaming down the corridor, clutching his broken arm, blood smeared along his cheek.

And it was all muffled, happening in slow motion. Dull in your senses, leaving only an ache. In your bones. In your ribs. Behind your eyes.

And then you saw them.

Robby was towering over a gurney, hands pressed tightly to a teenage girl’s chest – desperate, shaking. Her bra was soaked through. A pool of maroon darkened the sheets she was lying on.

She was already still. Limp.

And a teenage boy was sobbing her name. Leah.

You vaguely remembered his face – Jake, Robby’s sort-of adopted son.

He’s just a teenager… meaning Leah is too.

Was too.

You silently watched Jack touch Robby’s shoulder once, gently, but Robby shrugged it off. Muttered something over and over. Continued with chest compressions everyone knew wouldn’t help.

You could see it in the eyes of the practitioners around him. In the way they hesitated before trying to help. In how nobody called to see if an OR was open. Still, they didn’t want to pull him off her. Not yet.

And something about the quiet truth of that moment sliced deep through your gut.

Before you could process it, you were pulling the IVs from your arm and sliding off the gurney. Your knees buckled for half a second, and your sprained ankle throbbed, but you forced yourself upright. Moved down the hall. Didn’t realize where you were going until your hand was on the bathroom door, pushing it open and locking it behind you.

The silence inside felt oddly louder than the overwhelming med bay.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, not recognizing the reflection. Skin smudged with soot and scarlet blood, small cuts along your hairline, a big bruise where you’d fallen and hit your jaw.

You turned the tap on, splashing ice cold water on your face. It did nothing.

The tears came suddenly and in volume, blurring your vision, and causing you to sink. Down to the floor, knees against your chest, arms hugging.

You dropped your head, trying to focus on the sterile scent of disinfectant as it stung your nose. But all you could see was blood. The stillness. The way Robby cradled Leah’s lifeless body like she might wake up at any moment.

You didn’t know how long you sat there like that. Ten minutes, two hours – time had gone strangely elastic.

A knock sounded once. Then, a key card swipe.

You flinched as the door eased open and Jack stepped inside, gait soft-footed. His brows pulled together when he saw you there, folded into yourself.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just closed the door gently behind him and sat down beside you, back resting against the wall. His outstretched knee brushed your good ankle.

You could tell he was itching to say something, to get you out of this funk. But you didn’t speak until you were ready, and he respected that.

A long time passed before you looked up at him, and your chest cracked wide open.

“How come nothing happened to me?” you asked quietly.

“What are you talking about?”

“That kid – Robbie’s kid – his girlfriend, she…” you trailed off. Shook your head. “And I… I’m here, right? I’m breathing, and I’m good, and I’m gonna have some really badass scars and a hell of a story – ”

The corners of Jack’s mouth lifted comfortingly. “Did I leave any scars when I sutured up your thumb?” You shook your head. “Then, what makes you think I’m gonna leave any behind for you to remember this by?” he tried, lightheartedly, almost teasing – but your face didn’t soften.

You were somewhere else entirely. A million miles away, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“I don’t want you to remember this forever,” he admitted, correcting himself.

“I think I will,” you whispered. “Even if I don’t have any physical scars to remind me.”

Jack looked at you for a long time. Then, slowly, he pulled you into his lap, pressing you gently into his chest. You didn’t resist. Just leaned in. Let yourself fold into him like you had no bones left.

He felt safe, even if the world didn’t anymore.

His chin rested lightly on top of your head, and his voice came low, almost gravelly.

“Sometimes surviving feels heavier than dying,” he said. “But you’re here, and that counts for something. Even if you don’t know what yet.”

You closed your eyes, let the silence swell between you, thick and full and terrible. His heart beat steadily against your cheek, and yours slowly synched to his.

For the first time all day, you let yourself breathe without holding back the sob.

When your breathing eventually evens out again, your sobs subside into hiccups, but Jack still doesn’t move. Not until your fingers unclenched from the fabric of his scrubs and you shifted slightly in his arms, blinking up at him through lashes sticky with salt.

“Let’s get you back, huh?” he murmured, thumb brushing gently against your cheek, wiping away a tear. “Before King starts paging me panicking because she lost you.”

At that, a genuine single laugh escapes past your lips.

You nodded, letting him help you stand, steadying you with one hand at your elbow while the other rested at your waist.

You weren’t shaking anymore, but your body felt like it had been wrung out, nothing left but raw emotion and a dull, aching tiredness.

Back in the med bay, the gurney felt too open, but you climbed back into it anyway. Jack hooked your IV back in, checked the monitor, adjusted the pillows under your ankle and tucked you in, grabbing extra blankets because he knew how cold you got here.

Every time he passed when moving from patient to patient, he paused. Asked you if you wanted something more to eat, another dose of pain meds, or the chance to change into a fresh set of clothes.

He led you to a new bathroom, helping you change out of your bloody top and jean shorts. As he pulled the hole of an extra t-shirt he kept in his locker over your head, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your forehead, without ever saying a word.

Back in the gurney bed, now in his t-shirt and sweatpants, you felt a little calmer. By now, all the food from Francesca was gone, but he offered you a half-eaten granola bar from his scrub jacket pocket when your stomach growled loudly.

And each time he left the absence of him left behind a cold draft against your skin.

The night dragged on. The chaos outside finally slowed, like a storm passing. Wounds were closed, departments and rooms assigned. The steady beeping of monitors became the background noise of recovery, not disaster.

It was sometime past midnight when Taylor led you into an assigned room not far from the nurse’s station. When you were settled into the room––overhead lights dimmed just how you liked it and a cup of cold water at your bedside––you caught sight of Jack outside your door.

He talked quietly to another nurse for a few minutes, then handed over a clipboard he held before making his way into your room, checking your progress.

“Are you busy right now?” you quietly asked.

He glanced down the hallway, then decided, “I got a minute to spare.”

Yout throat felt dry, the words nearly catching a little as you spoke – even after everything you two had been through in the past few day. “Can you come lie down with me?”

Your voice sounded so small, how could he ever say no?

He blinked once, then shut the door behind him.

The bed was barely wide enough for one person, but he made it work. Shrugged off his stethoscope and climbed up carefully. His body curled beside yours, both of you on your sides, facing each other in the dim glow. He tucked one arm under your head, the other hooking around your waist to pull you closer.

You let out a deep exhale, murmuring against his skin, “Pretty sure there’s a HIPAA violation about doctor-patient contact somewhere here.”

Your voice wasn’t light. You didn’t smile.

But the joke still landed.

“Oh, my God,” he groaned, eyes rolling before they settled back on you. The hand on your waist rose to cup your cheek. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he whispered, before his lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss that reassured you you were going to be okay.

The silence that followed when you pulled away was full of the words neither of you had to say out loud. His hand found yours under the blanket, your fingers tangling naturally.

And, for a little while, the horrors of the day faded into something softer.

The first days back home after the shooting felt different.

Your bedroom felt smaller, like the walls were closing in. But, it also felt comfortable, familiar. Nothing bad had ever happened here, and nothing bad ever would.

Jack drove you home that first day. He didn’t say much, didn’t need to. He just kept a steady hand on the steering wheel and his gaze flicked over to you every few minutes. He ended up staying until his next shift, never leaving your side unless he had to.

You trailed him around the house like a shadow – when he brewed tea for you, made you breakfast, shifted through his backpack by the door. You weren’t even sure what you were so afraid of, only that when he was near, it all felt quieter. Bearable.

An hour into being back home, the two of you had settled into the couch with some show playing low in the background. You didn’t remember what it was, only the way Jack’s eyes started to flutter closed. He fought sleep longer than he should’ve.

You tugged gently at his hand, coaxing him into your room. He didn’t protest, just let you lead him, half-asleep. His body sunk into the bed, melting into sheets that smelled like you.

You couldn’t sleep – couldn’t really calm your mind when your ears were suddenly so sensitive to the noises around. Dogs barking. The garbage truck coming to pick up the recycling. A car backfiring.

Each one pulled your body taut with unease.

Instead, you watched Jack sleep. He looked so peaceful, long eyelashes brushing against soft skin. His forehead wasn’t crinkled in worry for once, even though you could tell he was running on empty this last shift.

You reached out to gently run your fingers through his hair and it made him sleepily shift toward you on the bed, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. The warmth made your chest ache.

When his alarm went off, he began to stir but you tightened your hold on him. Not ready to let him leave or face a cold, desolate existence without him for the next 12 hours.

Eyes still shut, he gently teased, “Clingy much?” But the softness in his tone showed you he didn’t mind it one bit.

Not when your bare feet padded lightly right behind his as he walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, nor when he got in the shower and you followed in after.

Afterward, wrapped in a towel, you avoided looking in the mirror. You didn’t need to. You could already feel the bruises blooming, their soreness serving as quiet reminders. You stared down at your arms, your collarbone, at the places where the pain still lingered, where the memories came to life – gunshots, screaming, smoke in the air.

You flinched when Jack shut the bathroom door, the sound too loud, too sudden. He didn’t notice… or maybe he did and just didn’t say anything.

When he was packing his camo backpack for work, his movements froze for a second, hesitating. Then, wordlessly, he pulled out your bloodied clothes from Pitt Fest, folded in a ziploc bag. Before you could even process what he was doing, he’d quickly stuffed them into the laundry machine and ran a cycle.

After he had pulled his jacket on, he approached you while you were slowly picking at the sandwich he’d made you for supper. His hands gently cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” he asked softly.

You nodded, though it felt like a lie. Still, he pulled you into a hug, pressing your head against his chest, and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Call me if you need anything. Or if you get bored and wanna get your ass kicked in chess.”

That coaxed a real laugh out of you, unexpected and bright. Before the shooting, you two had been engaged in a seriously competitive match over GamePigeon. Jack had accused you of cheating more than once. You missed that.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, patting his chest when you leaned back. “Might let you win this time. Keep that fragile ego intact.”

He smirked, leaning down to meet your eyes. “Be good today, okay?”

“Yes, Dad,” you groaned with exaggerated disdain. The wording made his brows raise and sent a shiver down his body.

“That and the age gap… you’re gonna give me a complex,” he groaned, watching the corners of your lips tug upwards before you reached up on the tips of your toes and wrapped your arms around him.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll forget all about it when you’re elbows deep, rearranging someone’s guts,” you easily teased, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Rather rearrange your guts,” he mumbled against your lips, cupping a hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss.

When you pulled back, you tilted your head.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m rubbing off on you.”

He opened his mouth again, likely to make another suggestive remark about rubbing something else off on you, but you cupped a hand over it before he could.

“Don’t you have lives to save?” you asked, gently shoving him out the door.

You knew the house wouldn’t be empty for long—Jack and your sister had alternated shifts so someone could always be with you—but you still missed him.

Only thirty minutes passed between Jack leaving and your sister coming home. But in those thirty minutes, the washer went off and you thought you could manage the simple task of transferring your clothes to the dryer.

After all, they were just clothes. Just pieces of cotton and thread, no longer cakes in soot and blood. They were fresh as new.

So why couldn’t you touch them? Why did you leave the washer door open and just stare into the tub where they sat, soaked?

By the time your sister walked in, the clothes were long gone – dumped in the trash bin outside. It was the only thing you could bring yourself to do.

You were curled up on the sofa when she found you, TV flickering across your face like nothing had happened. She didn’t ask. She just sat beside you, and that was enough.

That’s how the days passed. Evenings with your sister – watching TV, talking about what happened, processing. Mornings and afternoons with Jack, who brought over puzzles, crossword books, a physical chess set… even a spare toothbrush which now sat happily beside yours in the bathroom. It made your heart ache every time you saw it.

You slept a lot, but even when you were awake, you were tired. Even inside the comfort of your home, you were still hyper-aware of all the noises outside, and any large crowds that passed by, voices raised.

Yet, somehow, those hazel eyes you’d grown to find comfort in had convinced you to step outside, start going on walks. Take in fresh air again.

It wasn’t easy – you barely made it around the block, nails digging into the back of Jack’s hand from how tightly you held it – but it was progress.

In a week’s time, you even returned to the restaurant. You were ready to face the hustle and bustle of Francesca, ready to put your mind to work and focus on something positive for a change.

What you weren’t ready for was running into Jake by the entrance.

“Hey,” he said softly, remembering you from Robby’s stories and also vaguely recalling seeing your face on that unspeakable day.

“Hey,” you echoed, voice just as strained. “What are you doing here?”

“Mom asked me to pick up dinner.”

You nodded silently, sunsure what to say next. “How are you?”

He shrugged. “You know…”

You did know.

“My mom’s got me talking to a trauma specialist,” he said, not sure why he was telling you. “At the hospital.”

“Yeah… Jack – Dr. Abbot – he’s been trying to convince me to go, too.” You hesitated. “Is it… helping?”

Another shrug. “A little, I guess. But.. I don’t know – she wasn’t there. She doesn’t really get it.”

You reached for a napkin on an unoccupied table, finding yourself scribbling your number down before offering it to him.

“You can call me… if you want. I get it.”

He held the napkin between his fingers, staring at the numbers. Then, he tucked it into his pocket with a slow nod. “Thanks.”

You couldn’t let him leave without saying the next words at the tip of your tongue. “Hey… I’m sorry about your girlfriend. She seemed… pretty. I’m sure she was – I’m sure she was really great.” You found a lump forming in your throat.

He paused a minute, then said quietly, “She was.” After a beat, he added, “You know, I told her about you once.”

You were shocked to hear that. “What?”

“I was telling her one of Robby’s stories, about the first time he ever came to visit this place, and he got to brag to the people at the next table about how he knew the head chef. And when they asked you how you came to be there, you said by – ”

“ – by being brave,” you finished for him, feeling tears lining your vision.

Jake nodded. Then, as if he knew you needed to hear it, he said, “Leah would want you to be brave now… about all of it.”

That stayed with you until the restaurant closed, and you drove home, and laid in your bed for the night, getting the first restful sleep – no nightmares – for the first time in a long time.

And when you woke, it was to Jack crawling into bed beside you, rays of sun filtering through the blinds and lighting up his face.

His hand found yours under the covers, like it always did, comforting and warm – and you sighed in contentment.

“I wanna stay like this forever,” you mumbled against his skin. “Can we?”

“Yeah, baby… as long as you want.”

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peachessndreamss · 7 months ago

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A Dark & Stormy Night

Summery : A storm rages over Winterfell and the Stark children look for comfort with their parents.

Characters : Cregan Stark x f!wife reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings : None

Word count : 1K

A/N : Short and disgustingly sweet. All my Cregan pieces can be enjoyed alone but are all interconnected and feature the same Lady Stark their children.

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Night was falling early on the North, and before the final rays of watery daylight had leached from the sky Cregan Stark had looked out from the highest chamber of the Library Tower and seen the tops of the ancient Wolfswood trees disappearing into the great grey swell of clouds that rolled over the land and lay over it like a blanket.

When the night had fully fallen and an eerie stillness settled over the land. It was the hour of ghosts and Cregan was finally ready to sleep. He closed the heavy tome he’d been reading from and placed it back on it’s shelf, the beeswax candle he’d been using to read by was now spluttering and spitting as it came to the end of its life, he took the candlestick in his hand as he moved from the library, through the halls of the silent castle, to the bedroom he shared with his wife.

Lady Stark was already asleep, only the top of her head visible from where she’d buried herself so deeply under the furs on their bed. Cregan set the dying candle on the table next to his side of the bed and quickly stripped off his outer clothes and slipped beneath the furs in just his undershirt. He sighed contentedly, finding the bed warm from his wife’s sleeping body and the air heavy with her scent, he pinched out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness and closed his eyes.

Cregan felt like he'd been asleep for seconds when he woke suddenly. On first waking he had no idea what had roused him but after a few seconds of confusion the sky outside the window was split by a bright fork of lightning, followed by a deep rumble of thunder. Cregan groaned softly and rolled onto his side, slipping one arm over his wife’s waist, and splaying his hand across her warm stomach.

A second, louder rumble of thunder rolled through the sky and rattled the glass in the Winterfell windows. Cregan sighed quietly, closing his eyes again, ready to sink back into sleep. There were more flashes of lightning that he could see through his closed eyes, and deep rolls of thunder that made the earth shudder. Lady Stark slept on, completely untroubled by the storm that raged outside her window, Cregan was envious of her deep sleep and he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

He was almost asleep again when there was a new sound which had him fully awake in less time than it took to blink. The creek of the bedroom door had the Lord of Winterfell sitting bolt upright and reaching for the dagger he kept beside the bed.

Cregan was just about to demand who was entering their chambers when a flash of lightning illuminated the room and he saw the two frightened faces of his children huddled in the door, clinging to each other. The fear that had gripped his heart vanished and instead of reaching for a weapon he held his arms out to the children.

“Come here, it’s all right,” he whispered, his eyes adjusting to the dark just enough to see the two small children shuffling toward him.

His daughter, Aly, led the way, her hand holding tightly to her younger brother who followed behind, his thumb in his mouth and his eyes still full of sleep.

“We’re scared,” Aly said.

Cregan rather thought she was the one who was scared and had dragged her younger brother along for moral support.

“Come up here then,” Cregan soothed as they reached the foot of the bed.

Aly helped her younger brother, who was still new to walking and unsteady on his feet onto the bed before climbing up after him. Their son made a direct line to Lady Stark, who had finally woken up and rolled onto her back to see what was going on.

“What’s the matter darling?” she asked softly as she reached out to the boy, pulling him toward her.

“Scared of the storm,” Aly answered as she wriggled up the bed toward the space in between her parents.

“Would you like to sleep with us then?” Lady Stark asked as the boy settled his head against her chest and closed his eyes. He made a few small noises as he snuggled his face into the crook of her neck and grabbed at a handful of her hair.

Lady Stark glanced at Cregan who was holding the furs back as their daughter crawled in between them and rested her head down on the pillows.

“Will you tell us a story papa?” she asked as Cregan relaxed back on his pillow, tucking the furs around his little girl.

“No my love,” he said softly, “it’s very late so you should just close your eyes,”.

“What about the storm?” she asked with a pout.

Lady Stark had relaxed back against her own pillows, the weight and warmth of the child against her chest making her sleepy again.

“You'll be safe with us,” Lady Stark said softly, kissing the boy's forehead.

Another fork of lightning split the sky followed by a great roar of thunder, a look of fear crossed Aly’s face and she cringed away from the window and against her father. He wrapped one arm around her slight frame and pulled the child close. Letting his chin rest on the top of her head.

“Papa, I'm scared,” she whispered, her voice only loud enough for him to hear.

Cregan smiled to himself, he dreaded the day when he'd wouldn't be able to protect his children from the things that frightened them, but a storm he could keep them safe from and he gave Aly a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I've got you,” he breathed, “I'll keep you safe,”.

He wrapped his hand around her tiny fist and brought it to his lips, kissing her tiny fingers as her eyes closed and she started to breathe deeply.

Cregan glanced over at his wife who was already sleeping with their son curled against her chest. There was another bright flash of lightning but the thunder sounded distant, muted and unlikely to wake the sleeping children.

When he awoke again the wintry sun was streaming through the windows, the sky clear and bright with no sign of the previous night's storm. He brushed at his face, pushing his daughters hair from under his nose and tucking it back behind her ear as she slept on. He turned his head and caught his wife's eye from the other side of the bed. She gave him a sleepy smile.

“Did you sleep well my love?” She asked softly, stroking their sons back as he slept on.

“Never better,” Cregan replied with a smile.

PS: Well done on finishing this truly dreadful and worthless piece of fanfic Ten kisses for you.

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@busterswrd continue from here

there was something odd about the person before him. there was something that set off alarm bells within his mind. that perhaps he was stepping into shadows which no one ought step in. but Cloud was been through this before. time and time again he was at odds with Sephiroth and those who sought to keep the timeline as is - neat and tidy. but there was a chance for a different outcome where a particular soul might be saved. Cloud opted to take it. he would save those he held dear. no more would he be haunted by the tragedy of his past and watch those he loves suffer. Cloud would change the chains of fate and give rise to a rebirth - a new future. there was a chance to walk into the unknown. Cloud would take that chance. he would seize it, sword in hand. and he feels that this person who seemed filled with shadows and vague smoke screens might offer a chance at that alternate timeline - a new fate. he should seize it with his own hands. a tragedy spared, a life saved.

❝ you act as if you know the future and how it might turn out. care to give a clue. how do I use this to my advantage ? how do I turn the hand of fate into something favorable. I have the will. ❞

there is the notion that kings believe themselves unable to fall. maybe the answer to his own question lie within that simple truth. there is a weakness and fragility to those who crave power. Cloud must exploit that weakness. they will trip. the game can easily be thrown in his favor.

Inside this universe, his name had no influence. Inside this universe, his presence cannot exposing all desired support as much as he wanted to do --- and yet, regardless about being separeated apart within circumstances themselves, his divine advantages had to being used carefully. Oh, how tempting simply it was, to following steps inside an precise direction, where he might, within repeat, correcting previous misunderstanding he had been deeply suffering with. After all, that soul appreciated to being misunderstood, right ? After all, that soul was one of main players that could bring delicate sweetness entertainment in front of current circumstances. Nevertheless, his influence within the play could be indirect. Nevertheless, his influence within the game would generating various reactions around, without frontally pick a side. Presence over that universe was something he had been craving for, as he could try, as an king himself, to eventually becoming an invisible difference gear that shall supporting the universe --- considering in same manner how he would supporting presented humanity. However, that soul wasn't Lelouch vi Britannia, and as interesting his personality might be, he cannot allow himself, too much, to exploding inside exploration of his behavior. It was quite the fun back in the Rokkenjima chessboard. It was quite amusing to perceiving the troubled features of the Golden Witch, unsure about his position within her chessboard, and how he could notice Battler's disapproval as much he was discovering about what happened. However --- he cannot let another king destroying itself for an concept value. He cannot let another king exposing themselves to an terrible damnation for had believed themselves in same seat of an divinity, where they were an pale representation ! Hence, there was that clear consciousness he would have to been careful inside every word. It was an exposed request who eventually managed to fix one previous circumstances by let one truth being exposed around the players, carefully --- even if he had been too hopeful concerning about how the ending should have intially ended. He was just an harmless visitor supporting another invisible witch !

Pleasantness smile didn't corrected that first sentence. Inside his own universe, if he dared to look at it, considering time was an strange concept to begin with, in some manner, yes, he could perceive the future. From another perspective, chessboard who was circumstances could be foreshadowed and understood --- nevertheless, he remained limited. If couple of events did happened without his interferences, he cannot change it. He cannot neither being certain about how circumstances would turn in the end. He sensed an path, in which he managed always to bring most bright outcome if possible --- something apparently an paradoxes supporter reflected naturally, which the thought calmed down amusing excitation around his lips. ❝ I have no doubts you have the will. ❞ He noticed quietly, as his tone cannot helped to expressing firm seriousness. ❝ The will is the first step you need to do everything you wish to realize. ❞ Silently, he watched around him, as landscape around that universe remained different of the tonality of his. ❝ You're not the first person desiring to change the Fate's threads for an specific results. Oh, you might success~ Oh, you might do everything as you want, nevertheless, you shall be conscious of the price ~ An sudden price that could show up suddently at your face and eat you ~ ❞ An clue. Features of his expression distorted further within that amusement in which he hide usually larger sensitive feelings concerning circumstances. Did Thanatos would blame him to steal from him another soul he should have received ? Did he wanted, once more, as an newest habit between them, to expressing an disapproved independance in front about what was supposed to being written ? In consequence of such thoughtfulness, another smile welcomed his expression, with an uncontrollable playfulness. ❝ I shall advice you to take great care of friends that will make along the way. They are invaluable presences, aren’t they? Be careful that the darkness doesn't swallow them up, just as the song of darkness doesn't become a warm melody. ❞ Another seriousness note cannot helped to resonated as he pondered their irony talk concerning Fates. ❝ Unfortunately, elements for a better timeline, one in which all happiness is possible, is a calculation of unsuspected variables. Every action, every thought is a move that cannot be reversed later. ❞

#busterswrd #ic :: hades #( ♔ ) interconnected subplot #final fantasy fandom tag.#hades and cloud tbt.#that conversation will turn Deep very fast !#aperitif of the day!

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Writing Ideas: Magical & Mystic Locations

Abyssal Depths: The deepest, darkest, and most treacherous part of the abyss.

Ancient Observatory: A centuries-old observatory with mystical stargazing abilities.

Astral Observatory: A tower where seers gaze into the astral plane.

Celestial Gauntlet: A place connecting different celestial realms.

Celestial Realm: A realm bathed in divine light and inhabited by celestial beings.

Clockwork Village: A community where clockwork automatons coexist with magic.

Cloud Castle: A fortress floating amidst the clouds, home to skyward adventurers.

Cloud City: A metropolis suspended in the clouds accessible by airships.

Cosmic Wormhole: A portal to the far reaches of the cosmos and beyond.

Crystal Caves: A labyrinthine system of caves adorned with luminescent crystals.

Crystal Coast: A stunning coastline adorned with iridescent gemstones.

Crystal Spire: A towering spire made of crystalline material.

Crystalline Caverns: A series of interconnected caverns adorned with shining crystals.

Cursed Swamp: A creepy swamp home to cursed beings.

Dark Abyss: A seemingly bottomless chasm shrouded in darkness.

Dragon's Lair: A cavernous home to a colossal, slumbering dragon.

Dragon's Nest: A safe haven for dragon eggs and their young.

Dragon's Roost: A mountaintop lair where dragons dwell and guard their hoard.

Dream Realm: A surreal realm where dreams come to life.

Dreamcatcher Grove: A grove where dreamcatchers capture and store dreams.

Dreamcatcher Trees: Trees where dreamcatchers grow, capturing the dreams of the forest.

Dwarven Mines: Underground tunnels where dwarves mine precious gemstones.

Elemental Plane: A realm where the elements take on sentient forms and powers.

Elemental Portal: A convergence point for elemental forces and magic.

Elemental Sanctuary: A sanctuary where elemental beings find refuge.

Elven Enclave: A secluded and mystical enclave of elven culture.

Elven Kingdom: An elegant realm ruled by noble and immortal elves.

Enchanted Forest: A sprawling woodland where trees whisper ancient secrets.

Enchanted Garden: A flourishing garden filled with magical, sentient plants.

Enchanted Tides: A coastal area where the tides are influenced by magic.

Enchanted Treetops: Canopy of an enchanted forest where treetop dwellings are built.

Enchanted Waterfall: A waterfall with the power to purify and heal.

Eternal Garden: A garden where time has no effect.

Ethereal Castle: A castle that materializes and dematerializes in the ethereal plane.

Fairy Ring: A circle of mushrooms where fairies gather to dance and celebrate.

Fairy Village: A charming settlement inhabited by tiny, mischievous fairies.

Fire Elemental Forge: A forge where fire elementals craft fiery weapons.

Firefly Forest: A forest where fireflies light up the night with their glow.

Floating Islands: A realm of floating landmasses suspended in the sky.

Floating Gardens: Gardens suspended in the sky, nurtured by air and magic.

Forbidden Tomb: A tomb filled with ancient curses, traps, and treasures.

Forgotten Ruins: Crumbling remains of a once-great civilization.

Ghost Ship: A spectral vessel crewed by ghostly sailors sailing eternally.

Gnome Workshop: A bustling factory where gnomes invent fantastical gadgets.

Gnomish Workshop: A lively workshop where gnomes tinker with fantastic inventions.

Goblin Kingdom: A mischievous kingdom ruled by cunning goblin royalty.

Goblin Market: A chaotic bazaar run by cunning goblins selling magical wares.

Goblin Tunnels: A network of underground tunnels and caverns inhabited by goblins.

Haunted Castle: A spectral fortress filled with restless, ghostly inhabitants.

Haunted Manor: A mansion haunted by restless spirits and poltergeists.

Haunted Marsh: A desolate and ghostly marshland.

Haunted Sea Passage: A narrow sea passage known for its eerie, haunting sounds.

Hidden Valley: A secluded valley with a serene and mystical ambiance.

Hidden Waterfall: A secluded cascade concealed behind a shimmering veil of illusion.

Hidden Waterways: Subterranean rivers and water passages hidden from sight.

Ice Palace: A palace made of ice and snow.

Isle of Echoes: An island known for echoing whispers and eerie sounds.

Labyrinth: A maze filled with twists, turns, and perplexing puzzles.

Lost Oasis: An oasis hidden deep within a desert, holding hidden wonders.

Lost Shipwreck: The remnants of a ship lost to time, holding forgotten treasures.

Lost Temple: An ancient temple concealed in a dense jungle, holding untold treasures.

Magic Bazaar: A marketplace overflowing with enchanted trinkets and artifacts.

Magical Market: A bustling market where magical goods and creatures are sold.

Mermaid Lagoon: A vibrant underwater lagoon inhabited by merfolk.

Monolith Structure: A monolithic black structure with mysterious powers.

Moonlit Grotto: A subterranean cavern bathed in the ethereal light of the moon.

Moonstone Quarry: A quarry where precious moonstones are harvested.

Mysterious Well: A well said to reveal glimpses of the past and future to those who peer into it.

Mystic Library: A vast repository of otherworldly knowledge guarded by sentient books.

Mythical Mountain: A towering peak said to be the home of mythical creatures.

Nightmare Realm: A nightmarish dimension where fears and terrors manifest.

Pirate Cove: A hidden haven for swashbuckling pirates and their treasure.

Rainbow Bridge: A radiant arch connecting different realms.

Serene Glade: A serene glade where the boundary between realms is thin.

Shadowy Forest: A forest cloaked in eternal night and inhabited by shadowy creatures.

Shifting Sands Dunes: A desert where the sands are in constant motion, hiding ancient relics.

Sorcerer's Tower: A towering structure where a powerful sorcerer resides.

Space Nexus: A place in the stars where all galaxies converge.

Spirit Sanctuary: A haven where spirits of the departed find peace and rest.

Starfall Lake: A serene lake under a constant meteor shower.

Stargazing Grove: A tranquil grove illuminated by the light of countless stars.

Stargazing Ridge: A ridge that experiences frequent meteor showers.

Steampunk Airship: A fantastical flying vessel powered by steam and gears.

Steampunk City: A technologically advanced city with a Victorian aesthetic.

Sunken Ruins: The remnants of a once-mighty civilization beneath the sea.

Timeless Realm: A place where time stands still, frozen in eternal beauty.

Time-Warp Tavern: A tavern where time travelers gather to swap tales.

Troll Bridge: A bridge guarded by trolls, demanding a toll from travelers.

Underwater City: An illuminated metropolis beneath the ocean's depths.

Underworld: A realm ruled by dark deities and inhabited by the deceased.

Underworld Abyss: A chasm leading to the deepest, darkest depths of the underworld.

Underworld Citadel: A citadel deep within the underworld, home to dark powers.

Unicorn Meadows: Fields where graceful unicorns roam freely.

Vampire Castle: A foreboding castle inhabited by ancient vampire lords.

Whispering Pines: A tranquil forest where the pine trees whisper secrets.

Witch's Cauldron Room: A room with a bubbling cauldron said to grant potent magical brews.

Witch's Cottage: A crooked, mysterious dwelling surrounded by enchanted herbs.

Witch's Labyrinth: A twisting maze filled with magical traps and challenges.

Wizard's Academy: A prestigious school of magic where wizards are trained.

Wonderland: A surreal landscape filled with whimsical and absurd wonders.

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mggslover · 6 months ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 -`♡´-

SPENCER REID ─ one-shots

Killing Machine ➸ in which reader shocks herself with her abilities in the field, leading her to doubt the person she's become.

Stuck 18+ (hotch x reid x morgan x fem!bau!reader) ➸ in which reader finds herself stuck in an elevator with her colleagues.

Unrequited Love 18+ ➸ in which reader has been haunted all her life by the ghost of unrequited love, always reminding her of everything she could never have. That is — until she met Spencer.

Angel 18+ ➸ in which Spencer sees his girlfriend fresh out of the shower for the first time, you looked angelic, and he was about to ruin you.

Addicted 18+ ➸ in which Spencer meets a beautiful stranger at his local dealer, his addiction to weed rapidly turning into an addiction to her.

Valentines Savior ➸ in which Spencer saves his best friend from a failed valentines date.

More to Love 18+ ➸ in which Spencer proves to you how much he loves your big breasts.

Sweeter Than Dreams 18+ ➸ in which Spencer helps you make your wet dream come true.

─ interconnected standalones

Through Thin Walls 18+ ➸ in which Spencer finds solace in the sounds of his new neighbor. ↳ Between the Lines 18+ ➸ in which Spencer crosses paths with the woman he's been dreaming about. Their undeniable attraction turns fantasy into reality.

leggings!reader ↳ spencer seeing you in leggings 18+ ↳ Sweat for Me 18+ ➸ In which Spencer has a different kind of workout in mind. ↳ giving spencer a massage 18+

─ shorter fics

the first time spencer gets jealous

your first fight with spencer

dry humping with spencer 18+

edging sub spencer 18+

dirty talking to spencer in ASL

spencer comforting you on your period

─ series

A Holiday to Remember ➸ in which the BAU's holiday getaway takes a dark turn when a family is found murdered on Christmas, forcing the team to investigate while reader struggles with painful memories of her past and her growing, unspoken feelings for Spencer Reid.

Reflections ➸ Prison has taken its toll on Spencer Reid. So, when the team arrests a beautiful suspect who claims to be innocent, he can’t help but be infatuated with her. Spencer is determined to protect her from the cruelties of the world, but with his own judgment clouded and the team’s growing suspicions, this task is easier said than done. Will he be able to save her? Or did she not need saving to begin with?

AARON HOTCHNER ─ one-shots

Stuck 18+ (hotch x reid x morgan x fem!bau!reader) ➸ in which reader finds herself stuck in an elevator with her colleagues.

No Strings Attached 18+ ➸ in which reader is on a mission to get her boss to relieve some stress, not realizing he'd end up doing the same for her.

Something With Your Coffee 18+ ➸ in which aaron gives you a treat with your morning coffee.

Tied Together 18+ ➸ in which you find a creative way to show Aaron the new tie that you had ordered for him.

Mile High 18+ ➸ in which whiskey and your short skirt make a combination that is too tempting to wait till the jet lands.

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Troubled by the Red Truth, didn't he ? It has been an temptation who embraced him during so many games in middle of Rokkenjima, in which gentleness lips had forbidden themselves to using that wonderful color of red beyond Purgatory's realm --- Would be that ultimate weapon able to turn into silence all possible troubles he migth have ? Consciousness concerning how his current behavior simply reflected kid's one echoed mentally, in which playfulness within his features inscreased further, always towards harmless innocence. Swallowing back terrible sensation of an offence he, again, received straight to his face. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to face the fact that the Greek God of the Underworld existed. The time when he was denied recognition was long gone. Mocking laugh resonated towards the insult he besides received. ❝ Crazyness ? It's how you call it ? ❞ One manner to settle down everything would be to getting out fragmented perception of his aura, little fragments of his Cosmo --- nevertheless, if he handled Lelouch vi Britannia and the Golden Witch WITHOUT it, why would he lowered down himself to expressing such humiliating mean to reveal who he was ? One second of his aura without particular limit was enough to nail him to the ground, it would almost kill the fun. If he wanted to play the games of the ignorant, the truth, that wonderful red he had told him earlier, was likely to haunt him for a long time. Ah ! The kid would have less opportunity to make fun of him, unless he ventured into the path of extreme self-mockery. Sparkness illuminated inside ocean eyes, playing innocent, playing dumb, with childish amusement. ❝ One day you will end up in my kingdom, I will be more careful with my words~ Perhaps touch the divine seemed too asbrait for you ? ❞

Another giggle followed. ❝ Purgatory has a rainbow of colors: red, blue, purple, even gold --- oh, but you will only be able to speak in blue, eventually the gold, without being able to contradict what I have mentioned in red. It can be a fun game. However, I have biggest advantage. ❞ It was followed by another giggle. ❝ Maybe you need another red line ~ ❞ He mockingly mused, searching what informations he could explicity confessing down his face. ❝ You've becoming an Shinra militant afterwards had failed to make it into SOLDIER, since you've always wanted becoming a hero. ❞ He smiled meanwhile saying that sentence, in which there was something as close as an darkest amusement resonating ❝ Oh poor soul that you are. Divinities exist. I'm one of your oldest Gods in this universe. ❞

The hell is a red truth. Cloud could devote himself to thinking about what Hades said, but well -------- he's seen too much unhinged stuff in his life. Shinra, the whole planet dying, Sephiroth . . . All of it was a lot to take in and well, he didn't need some whack job speaking in red to him. This guy sounded like he took a bit too much Mako.

❝ Maybe take your crazy elsewhere. ❞ Cloud speaks again, but something in him felt like he should acknowledge this man's existence. Gods? Underworld? Nonsense . . . right? Yet something inside of him felt like it was true. What is this red truth business?

He shrugged. ❝ 'S'got nothin' to do with me. I deal with enough gods and people who think they're gods. Red Truth? I don't care if you speak in red, green, or blue ------ I got enough shit on my plate. ❞

Cloud averts his gaze. ❝ Don't really believe gods exist anyway. All this stuff about gods, planet, life stream ----- even this promised land ------- all of it's got nothing to do with me. ❞

#nibelcloud #ic :: hades #( ♔ ) interconnected subplot #final fantasy fandom tag.#rip cloud at second reply I guess #he pulled him already in a game and poor him getting butchered x)#you're going to lose your mind another time lol

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wynn-43 · 2 months ago

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especially this

part 5 of as much or as little!! sorry this took so long, i just started uni and it has been hectic and scary lols

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bang chan x gn! reader wc: 2340 warnings: descriptions of death related nightmares, emotional intimacy, physical touch, chris is a sweetie (treat him better.), soft and lovely, mentions of exploring different intimacy types, drinking, embarrasment, reader is a little silly <3 a/n: next part should actually be out soon, i will just have to write (suffer) the kiss scenes.

“Chrissss.” You groaned as you dramatically threw your head on his shoulder, draping yourself on his lap.

“I am sooo tired.” You whine as he chuckles.

“Then go sleep!” He says, wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer.

“I can’t sleep.” You huff into his shoulder. “I’m tired but I’m not sleepy. I’m never sleepy. It’s annoying.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks, ever the saint, something which somehow made you more upset.

“Sedate me.” You dramatically respond, making him laugh.

“Fairly certain that’s illegal.” He says as he ruffles your hair.

“Do you wanna cuddle again?” He asks softly after a moment, and you do your best to ignore how your heart speeds up slightly.

“You would do that?” You ask gently as you look up at him.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t enjoy it.” He chuckles.

“I would love to.” He murmurs sincerely, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, making you blush and hide your face in his shoulder once again.

“Um- I would like that.” You whisper, an uncharacteristic shyness replacing your usual dramatics, something which you're thankful he doesn’t comment on.

You wake up with a start, confused as to where you are and what was happening. Your heart pounded, it’s beating echoing in your foggy mind.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?.” Chris murmurs, his chest tightening as he witnesses your panicked state.

Your vision blurred with tears as the memories of your nightmares come flooding back in a mess of horror and dread as fear claws at your heart and throat. You turn to Chris, breaking into a heap of sobs as soon as you see him.

“Oh god love. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Chris mumbles, pulling you to his chest and rubbing gentle circles on your back as you sob into his chest.

You feel your chest heaving as you try and breath, only managing shallow gasps as a haze of panic clouds your thoughts.

“Hey, deep breaths. In and out. Like this.” Chris says quietly as he demonstrates, his voice a guiding light through your spiralling thoughts.

“In for 5.” He murmurs, gently tapping on your back as he slowly counts.

“Hold for 5.” He mumbles as he squeezes your hand in time with his counting.

“Now, out for 6.” He whispers, his voice soft but firm.

“Yeah, good job love. Can you do it again?” He affirms softly as you nod.

The two of you repeat this a few more times until your breathing has evened out and your tears have slowed.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, you’re safe with me.” His gentleness soothes the swirling chaos of your mind.

If you were in a better state, you’d spiral about how very not platonic this situation was. Sure, the two of you had always been emotionally intimate, but never like this.

Never like this, with him holding you oh-so-gently as he pulled you from your nightmares grasp, your bodies and hearts intertwined.

Never like this, with the two of you showing outright adoration and care for each other without your usual playful banter or teasing jokes. Just raw, unguarded love and affection.

Never like this, where you felt like the two of you were so deeply interconnected that you were scared as to just how whole he made you feel- where the terrifying realization of how empty you felt without him was a thought best saved for later.

Never like this, his hand in yours as he rubs soothing circles on your back, hushing your gasping sobs with gentle affirmations.

But with your exhaustion and fear-clouded mind, you didn’t care, giving in to the comfort he brought you.

“Do you wanna talk about the nightmare?” He asks gently, starting you out of your reverie.

“Uh.” You begin, your voice weak and strained. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to.” He hums as you look at your entwined hands. “But if you want to, I’m here.”

“It was another apocalypse type dream. End of the world, should’ve been dead, et cetera. You were in it, and-” Your breath stutters as you recall the dream.

“I saw you die. I saw you die Chris, over and over. And I didn’t do anything. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t stop it.” You trail off as fresh tears prick at your eyes.

“And I know that it wasn’t real. And it was all just a horrible dream. But that image… of you… dying, whilst I just stood there, stagnant and unable to act.” Your voice trembled as you tried to express your emotions to him.

“And the rest of the dream… it was just flashback, after flashback, to that scene.” You feel bile rise in your throat as you remember the dream.

“Like, I’m used to nightmares, they happen most nights. But this was so much worse. So much more graphic, so much more vivid.” You finally look up at him and notice the tears glistening on his waterline.

Silently, he pulls you in close, tucking you under his chin as he hugs you tight.

“I’m here. I’m okay. I promise. I’m safe.” He whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your hair.

You relish in the feeling of his body warm against yours. In the reassurance that he is there, safe, alive and whole.

You feel yourself release a sob you didn’t realise you’d been holding. However, this time it was a sob of relief, from the reassurance that he is here, safe and sound.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, so quiet you were worried he wouldn’t hear.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes with a soft expression. An expression that might’ve carried a hint of wistful sadness if you looked harder.

“I love you too, bug.” He murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You lean your head on his chest, trying to ignore how your heart rate speeds up and your stomach flutters at his words.

★・・・・・・★

You stumbled inside your shared apartment, holding onto Chris for balance as you haphazardly struggled to get your shoes off.

“I think I drank too much.” You groan as you lean against the wall, waiting for Chris to take his shoes off and lock the door.

“I told you so.” Chris murmured as he fiddled with the lock.

“My head hurts.” You whine, ignoring the stupid smile on his face.

“Let’s get you some water, and then you can sleep.” He hums, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you.

“Thank you.” You drowsily mumble, shuffling towards the kitchen as he guides you.

He sits you down at the bench before turning around to grab you some water.

“You’re pretty.” You mumble as he hands the glass to you.

“Thanks.” He murmurs dismissively but you see a soft pink hue rise to his cheeks.

“Could I please have some more?” You ask, putting on a faux British accent, making him laugh.

“Surething, lovebug.” He says as he turns.

“I like it when you call me that.” You whisper, the alcohol having removed your filters.

You’re too tired and out of it to notice how he momentarily freezes at your words.

“Oh yeah? What else do you like?” Chris asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he returns your glass to you.

“Uh-” You start, cutting yourself off by chugging your water, making him chuckle.

“I like how kind you are to me. And how you make me feel whole. And you make me feel less scared.” You whisper, trying to look anywhere but him.

“You’re always so cautious with me, I appreciate it… a lot. But...” You hesitate.

“Do you want me to be less cautious?” He asks gently, unsure as to where this was going.

“I think so… yeah.” You murmur, keeping your eyes down on the floor as you feel yourself sober up slightly.

“How so?” He asks, leaning against the counter.

“I- I don’t know. Just- I want to try more. But I don’t know how to ask. It feels like a weird thing to ask for.” You continue, eyes still fixated on the floor.

“Like, hey best friend, teach me how to kiss people without having a panic attack.” You mutter and he laughs slightly.

“You know I’ll do anything to help you right?” He murmurs softly, prompting you to look up into his deep brown eyes.

“Yeah.” You whisper, unsure if the flush on your face was from the alcohol or his words.

“We can take it as slow as you want, okay?” He says and you nod. “Now, we can talk more in the morning, but you need to get to bed.”

He guides you up the stairs, helping you brush your teeth and take your makeup off before he leaves you to get changed.

“I’m always here for you.” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, an action which has now become routine. “Sleep well, lovebug.”

★・・・・・・★

“Ow.” You groan, rubbing your head as you walk into the kitchen.

“Goodmorning.” Chris chuckles from where he stood at the bench.

“How much did I fucking drink?” You ask, leaning against the counter and squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the blinding light.

“Too much.” Chris says as he hands you a glass of water, which you gulp down immediately. “I did warn you.”

“Next time, you have my full permission to physically restrain me.” You say, turning to open the fridge.

All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close and lifting you slightly as you screech.

“Like this?” He asks as you both erupt into giggles.

“Put me down!” You exclaim.

“Okay.” He says, before immediately carrying you over to the couch.

“CHRIS!” You scream, breathless from laughter.

He drops you onto the couch, falling down next to you as the two of you giggle.

“Why would you do that!” You gasp, still panting for breath.

“Hey! You gave me permission!” Chris defends, making you laugh harder.

Your laughter soon slows down as the two of you try to take deep breaths.

You all of a sudden fall into a soft silence, and you become aware of just how close your faces are.

You briefly look down at his lips and back at his eyes and you immediately feel yourself blush upon noticing how his gaze rested upon you.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He asks, quietly, as if afraid to disturb the quiet tension the moment carries.

“Not really…” You try to remember the events of last night. “Why? Did I say something bad?”

“No, not bad.” He trails off, making you panic slightly.

“Oh god. What did I say?” You exclaim, panic rising.

He laughs, and the noise somehow calms you slightly.

“Nothing bad! I promise.” He begins, and you have to stop yourself from subconsciously holding your breath in suspense. “You were just… very honest.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” You ask exasperatedly as you cover your face with your hands, making him chuckle.

“You told me I was pretty…” He murmurs, and you have to bite back a groan as you feel your face begin to heat up.

“And that you like it when I call you lovebug.” He giggles at your rising fluster.

“Oh god.” You whisper, trying to hide your face.

“And that you wanted to try… less platonic intimacy.” You swear, you feel like you’re about to set aflame with how flushed you are.

“I- I cannot believe I said that. I’m sorry.” You stammer, your heart rate speeding up as you process the situation.

“Don’t apologise, I’m not uncomfortable or anything. I promise. It’s okay.” He murmurs reassuringly, gently removing your hand from your face and rubbing small circles on it with his thumb.

“I said this last night and I’ll say it again. I will do anything to help you. And I really mean that. We can go as slow as you like.” His voice is warm and soft.

“And if you don’t want to try anything-”

“No, I do.” You interrupt before immediately slapping a hand over your mouth.

You sit up, burying your face in your hands as he giggles, sitting up and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“You’re so cute.” He giggles, resting his head on your shoulder.

You feel yourself let out a loud squeak, which makes him giggle harder as you half-heartedly slap his arm.

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed. Like I said, I love you, and I want to do whatever I can to help you.” He murmurs as you try to regain the courage to show your face.

“Why?” You ask, the question slipping out before you can process it. “Why do you want to help me so much?”

He looks stunned for a moment, before a soft pink blush begins to line his cheeks.

“Uh- You’re my best friend. I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone before, or ever will. I want to do whatever I can to make you happy.” He says, avoiding eye contact.

“Even this?” You ask, voice hesitant but hopeful.

“Especially this.” He thinks.

But instead, he nods, trying to remain casual and collected.“I mean… yeah.”

You smile at him slightly.

“Thank you.” You murmur, your eyes and tone reflecting your sincerity.

You see something in his eyes melt away at your words, the hesitance, the uncertainty about all of this. It is replaced by something new, something softer and warmer, something confident and determined, like a lit ember sparking a fire within his soul.

Later that night, when you lie there wrapped in his arms, you realise, it’s love. Deep, undying, devoted, adoring love. A love that is not loud or boastful, but soft and steadying, intimate and selfless. It is perfect.

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you wonder, maybe him helping you is helping him in return.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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gold-rhine · 27 days ago

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so i finally watched the nod krai livestream, and it has some talk about nod krai, inspirations, factions, etc, the usual stuff, but the interesting part to me was about narrative reasons behind adding nod krai at all and also strategic change in storytelling direction

so, they said that basically they realized that they have shitton of unexplored lore and a lot of plotlines and character arcs that were planted in all the regions, but not advanced bc hoyo were rushing things. so they decided to take time and dedicate the nod krai timeline to "tying up loose threads". which is huge win , they should have been doing it long ago, but better later than never i guess. this also means mond quest is not a fluke, but a part of this direction and i think lantern rite that explored hu tao's backstory also fits

also, they said that they are reevaluating their methods of presenting lore, that long descriptions hidden in books are inaccessible to most players, and and they want to instead give players lore through gameplay experiences, and also they want to clarify their lore bc they see a lot of batshit theories. HUGE WIN, I'VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THEY NEED TO DO THIS. the dark souls method of storytelling doesn't even work for dark souls, the youtube DS\elden ring lore videos industrial complex is clear indication - like 95% players are not engaged in game, they either ignore it altogether or watch youtube videos with conspiracy theories. the puzzling together lore and plot from hidden descriptions is valid storytelling method, but not for all games. i love sunless sea, cultist simulator, book of hours where main gameplay is doing conspiracy board from cryptic texts and metaphors, and even more narrative oriented games like disco elysium and planescape torment can pull it off bc text is already the main gameplay medium in these games, but genshin is just completely different genre and they are not using the medium to its advantage with long text lore dumps in random shit.

also, they said they want to move away from sequestering stories into world quests and character quests, and have overarching interconnected main narrative. which is a tentative W depending on execution. isolating lore in story quests and so this lore not being able to to be used in main quests is a long time problem. in fontaine its excellent world quests would simply be fun to be included, but natlan id say suffers enormously from locking all saurian and dragon related lore in world quests. both archon quests and world quests end up feeling shallow. what the fuck was that abyss pyro dragon fight out of nowhere. but if they turn it into long ass boring blah blah sessions like hsr's amphoreues then no thank you. really will depend on execution.

they also said they want to explore things that only genshin can do, like having characters be present in the world and tell stories through interactions with them. previously they couldn't do that bc devices couldn't handle it, but now its possible. the traveler tales event was their first experiment with that. if you've been there, you know i LOVED that event, the way they weaved several interconnected narratives from casual quick encounters, explored characters' relationships, including the ones i never knew i needed to see, like cloud retainer and razor. or gave depth to previously only hinted things, like i always assumed qiqi and yao yao were hanging together bc they are two liyue kid characters, but their plotline really opened it up and the finale was so bittersweet and touching, and all that for characters i frankly never gave a fuck about.

but that type of storytelling will depend hugely on execution, you need to have a very firm handle of the narrative direction, pacing, sense of what is enough set up and when pay it off. if they do it right, this will be a BANGER, but with bad execution it might end up worse than traditional boring quests. idk we'll see

#rhine talks #genshin

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archaic-stranger · 11 months ago

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the environmental science students

understanding how everything is interconnected

analyzing how we impact the world around us

evenings in the lab, analyzing soil and water samples

pressing plant specimens between the pages of your textbooks

dirt marking the creases of your palms

a strong sense of justice

ice cold water from a glacial lake

looking for the past in tree rings and ice cores

science textbooks alongside Walden and Silent Spring

a garden filled with native plants

seeking a more sustainable way to live

long summer afternoons, warm and languid

the faint sound of birdsong, a backdrop for your thoughts

picnics with your friends after a long day of fieldwork

tracking change in an ecosystem over time

studying everything from geology to atmospheric chemistry

helping to shape how environmental policy is written

seeing firsthand how species adapt to changes in their environment

pointing out different types of clouds

a desert after rain, alive with brilliant color

memorizing biogeochemical cycles, the systems that keep us alive

#dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #academia #academia aesthetic #light academia #light academia aesthetic #studyspo #studyblr #student #student aesthetic

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pascalpvnk · 2 years ago

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only need ten

pairing: jackson era!joel miller x afab!reader

summary: this brain rot post by @chaotic-mystery

word count: 0.8k words (i'm impressed with myself)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship (not specified), swearing, needy Joel, porn with a smidgen of plot, no physical descriptions of reader, smut (unprotected p in v, fingering if you squint, creampie)

a/n: it's been aaages since i've started and completed a fic in the same day! anyways, barely edited and quickly beta'd by me, all mistakes are my own. i hope you enjoy! xx (divider by @/saradika)

The snooze button fell under the weight of your palm as your alarm clock beckoned your consciousness. You settled yourself back into your spot, cuddling into the massive man pressed against your back, his arm draped around your frame. A groan vibrated into your neck as Joel pulled you tighter against him. He caged you in like some kind of wild animal.

“Darlin’,” he rasped, the usually deep timbre of his voice reaching half an octave lower. “Just turn the damn thing all th’way off.”

His nose buried deeper into the side of your neck, his hips shifting against your own. Oh. His cock was straining against the thin fabric of his boxers, nudging at your thigh.

“Joel,” your whine muffled by your pillow. “I have to leave in fifteen minutes, I can’t be late for patrol again. We have to be back in time for Sunday brunch.”

“Only need ten, baby,” he drawled in a hushed tone, hooking his thick fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. “Please?”

His lips ghosted along your jaw, his beard prickling against your skin. Your eyes were somewhat adjusted to the darkness of your bedroom, but you couldn’t see the needy man behind you. So when his teeth dragged against your jawline, it completely caught you off guard. Arousal immediately seeped through your underwear, clouding your logical thinking as you nodded in response to him.

Wasting no more time, Joel pushed your panties down the expanse of your legs, keeping them hooked on one of your ankles. The rough pads of his fingertips teased your entrance, collecting your slick and depositing it to your clit. He traced small, calculated circles along the sensitive and swollen nub.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Already s’wet for me,” Joel grunted, shuffling behind you and replacing his fingers with the ruddy tip of his cock, lining himself up to spear into you. He slowly stuffed it into your weeping pussy, drawing desperate groans from both of you.

A calloused palm slid under your shirt, landing atop one of your breasts as Joel’s cock bottomed out inside of you. It was quite a pinch since you were so short on time, but your core quickly adjusted to the familiar body. Moans slipped between your lips as he continued to fuck you slowly, but Joel wasn’t having it.

“Baby, ya sound s’pretty,” he sighed with pleasure. “But you’re gon’ wake up the whole neighborhood. Won’t hear the end f’it from Ellie.”

“Can’t help it,” you panted. “Y’feel so good, oh fuck.”

Joel’s hand wriggled out of your top, planting it on your jaw to turn your face. He swallowed your whimpers and cries of pleasure with his lips enveloping yours. His hips continued their lazy pace as your own hand came up to lie overtop his massive one. Sweat from his torso smeared onto your back as your bodies and souls connected as one.

“Yeah, keep squeezin’ my cock like that, sweetheart. Make a mess all over me,” he groaned against your cheek, kicking the duvet off of your overheated bodies. Maneuvering his leg between yours, he got your leg swung over his thigh, giving himself deeper access into your begging cunt. Each pass stimulated your g-spot, your walls fluttering around his length.

“I’m so close,” you cried as quietly as you could muster. Your breath hitched with every snap of his hips, your impending orgasm tumbling quicker and quicker towards you. A call of your lover’s name was stifled by his palm, the bicep it was interconnected to bulging under your ear. His now free hand found its way back to toy with your throbbing clit. Your walls spasmed around him, his cock twitching in response.

“Christ. Gon’ fill you up, baby. All mine,” he slurred, his grunts and pace picking up as he chased his own high. It was your turn to suppress his volume. A passionate kiss was exchanged, enough to send Joel over the edge and paint the inside of you like his personal canvas.

Kisses and soft touches continued for a moment after Joel turned you toward him, clammy foreheads pressed together tenderly. Whispered ‘thank you's and ‘I love you's were pressed into your cheek, neck and shoulder before Joel reached down to capture your panties. He pulled them back up your legs and covered your sex, trapping every drop of cum he gave you.

“Just a reminder f’who took care of your pretty pussy until ya get t’come back to me,” he mused. Joel helped you get bundled up for your first below freezing patrol shift, getting your jacket zipped up, boots tied and stocking cap secured before sending you off with a ‘be smart’ and warm kiss on your forehead.

The walk to your post felt ten miles long with how behind you were, your boots leaving behind tracks in the fresh layer of snow. There was no way of hiding your true excuse, you reeked of sex and sweat, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't worth it.

“Eight minutes late again! Grace period is up, I'm afraid,” Tommy chirped as you approached, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Only ten minutes your ass.

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daisys-reality · 2 years ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

What's coming next in love matters?

This was a requested reading by one of my followers, I hope you enjoy it. The next pac reading will be reality shifting related again, I promise! If you like to read more pac readings from me, feel free to check out my masterlist! If you want to share your experiences and/or give me feedback and/or share pac ideas, I would be very happy if you send me an ask over tumblr !!! (Also, fyi I don't own any of these beautiful pics, I just edited them!)

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picture one

Hello pile one, you will experience a turning point in your love life. The change may have already started subtly and I heard that they may be apparent in rather random acts but remember all fates are part of an interconnected web of repercussion! You’re asked to embrace the change and to be open to new experiences. It’s a time of death and rebirth so to say. You might experience an unexpected windfall. There is something happening right now you’re not fully aware of … like it’s happening behind the scenes. It’s the end of a life cycle. I see fortune coming in for you guys!!

A big change is already happening and a storm might occur soon as well - some problems or inconveniences may arise, it may cloud your view a bit but know that it is a sign of change and of growth! You’re stepping into a new life cycle and growing into your new form. For example, clashes or arguments may happen because of the new energy you’ll embody with people that are used to your old energy. That’s a natural process for both parties to get used to and to accept the transformation that is happening. You're clearing out the gloom and dust of your old life time and making space for the new you. Of course it’s important to work things through with the end goal of reconciliation in mind, be constructive in the way you’re communicating with the people around you. Just know that the rainfall after a storm or after the end of a war can be pretty pleasant! I see you afterwards feeling like lots of burdens have been taken from you.

Regarding the new energy you’ll embody: I see you full of positive and wild energy with an almost childlike optimism - like you could rule the world and nothing can stop you. You’re happy, I see you smiling brightly. You rebel against your past in a very carefree manner, leaving all the past worries behind. Again, you might make a few enemies on your way but just as many friends who can help you on your journey! If you’ve been someone that avoided conflict or just had people pleasing tendencies - you will grow out of this! And it’s for the best because if you want to embody your truest and most authentic form, there will always be people that don’t like it - mostly because they’re jealous! You’ll be more playful, have peak charisma and be full of enthusiasm especially towards love matters.

Your love life might have been pretty dry for a long time… maybe even non-existent lol. But you’ve worked on yourself and focused on other important matters and now you will experience the rewards for it!!

This will be a time of discovery as well. You will experience different sides of yourself. I don’t necessarily see a super duper long commitment coming in right now, I think you will just experiment a bit - getting to know yourself more like in regards to love and sexual matters (personal preferences and such). If you felt like you're behind on experience in regards to such matters in comparison to your peers, there is no reason to feel bad or ashamed because there is no general ‘right’ time to experience those things, there is only a right time for you in accordance to your personal journey, okay? And the time is coming for you, I can assure you. Just focus on yourself and treat yourself with kindness and respect and stay open towards all the new things that will come into your life. (But don’t forget to treat others with respect as well during your ‘rebellious’ journey.)

You will be shining, attracting lots of different suitors, trying out new things… Funnily enough during your reading I heard ‘casanova’ lmao - so you will turn a bit into casanova (regardless of your gender). And that’s perfectly fine! Speaking of gender, I think you might also experiment a bit with your sexuality, having experiences with the same gender and stuff like that. (This is a possibility - of course not for everyone of you but for some I can see it happening.)

Some quotes I got from my oracle for you: ‘Be the flame, not the moth.’; ‘Always be a free agent - promise fidelity to all.’; ‘It’s not destiny, it’s opportunity.’

An angel number that could hold a message for you: 33

I wish you good luck and lot’s of fun my dear pile one😌✨

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Hello my dear pile two, if you were hoping that I will tell you about the love of your life coming soon, I’ll have to disappoint you. Well, 'soon' is a very vague word but you know what I mean. In the upcoming weeks or months, I see you having to gather strength - your own strength - as well as courage. I feel like in the past you often let yourself get used by the people around you, not just by your lovers, I also feel like by your friends and family as well. You undermined yourself and didn’t treat yourself with the respect you deserve especially in regards to relationships (in all forms) and love matters. And it’s coming to bite your a*s…. just kidding lmao. Nothing bad will happen to you but you can’t avoid it any longer, you need to step out of your comfort zone! - And I see you doing so! So, this is good. To be honest, at first it might feel a bit unpleasant and weird but it’s a process and it takes time.

You know, I will just straightforward tell where you’re heading towards. I got the imagery/metaphor of a strong and assertive warrior who uses his intelligence. Someone who is unafraid of leaping into a battle and employing unconventional techniques to win. Someone who is fierce and rebels but ultimately stays loyal towards themselves. A champion.

I guess you could say you’ll transform into a badass queen or femme fatale but I feel like queen fits more because you’re taking your power back, sitting up straight and putting your crown back on your head (- regardless of your gender, adapt it as you see fit please). Your love life itself will rather be ‘passive’ because you have to focus on yourself and be more pickier. You will turn down anyone who is not on your level. You need to treat yourself with respect and especially others have to treat you with the respect you deserve. No more falling for players!! You’re a queen and you only accept people who are on the level of a king. It doesn’t have to be ‘the one’ right away but even a short term lover should fill all the criteria and if they don’t - bye bye!

I know you are strong. But you have to act on this inner strength. Be careful with becoming rude or too ‘arrogant’ because this sometimes happens if we suffer some kind of inferiority complex. You need to step up your game but in a healthy way. I’m not sure if you will experience some kind of bullying or if you’re the one who bullies but there is some message of ‘bullying’. So, be careful with that…I feel like it’s more about you being the one who does so but It could also be both ways… mhm... Anyways, you’re transforming into this ‘queen’ where you’re embodying strength and maybe even power and there will be people in your environment that are not happy about it, more so envious or jealous. So, either way there is potential for conflict. Don’t trust everyone you interact with too quickly! And don’t share too much from your personal life with others! Some people won’t have your best interest in mind. There is even a possibility of someone sabotaging relationships or partnerships; again, this could go both ways - you doing it or others trying to do it on you.

In your love life you will become someone who can defend themselves and who can fight back if necessary. ‘Don’t mess with me’- vibes. You won’t allow other people to play you anymore. Your inner strength will sky-rocket. You will build trust in yourself and face your ‘inner wild sides’ which you might have kept hidden for a long time. You will focus on your instincts… your raw, maybe even sexual instincts. Because you need to learn how to deal with them correctly and use them efficiently and not just to repress them. They will give you so much more energy and strength - strength you didn’t even know you had! You will be more independent and more able to trust and rely on yourself. You learn how to handle yourself in the correct way and this is great, especially for your future love life because if you don’t know how to handle yourself correctly how should your partner learn how to treat you correctly! With this growth period you will do the first step and show everyone the right way to treat you. On a side note, I feel called out to use another expression than ‘queen/king’ as well... This might be specific confirmation for some. So, in other words, in the upcoming time your love life might be more passive for now but you will focus on yourself and become the ‘trophy wife/husband material’ that you desire to be. I know some people think badly about these expressions but I would say that in our modern times, instead of just having a pretty appearance and being seen as just a nice 'accessory ' I would describe them as people who are physically pretty and very charming AND who have manners, skills and intelligence and know how to use them for their benefit and who are powerful, abundant and successful in public/business but also in their private life and have everything under control or at least appear like they have everything under control. Like the whole package yk. Maybe you guys will physically glow up or upgrade your wardrobe with high quality clothes and accessories. Either way, you will come out of this period shining brightly!

Some quotes I got from my oracle for you: ‘Beauty is power - so use it rather than lose it.’; ‘Age is just a number - irrelevant, unless it’s a vintage wine.’; ‘Everyone is a potential character for a novel.’

An angel number that could have a message for you: 94

I wish you good luck, I’m sending blessings out to you my dear pile two💖

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Hello pile three! I can already tell you that happy times are coming! The first card that I got for you was the happily-ever-after ending card! It’s like you’re reaching a victorious conclusion after a difficult journey. You finally get a positive outcome - the most desired one even ... like a wish fulfillment! You will also get recognition for something which will feel like a triumph for you. You might also attend some parties or events celebrating something. I see you having lots of fun, enjoying yourself … I even want to add ‘for the first time in your life’! I also see pleasurable encounters and intimacy with others.. maybe while dancing with someone? Or while going a little further? lol… Anyways, I see you getting out of your shell more. If you’ve been someone who often shut people out of their life or rejected any potential suitors preferring to be on your own because you found all those love related things ‘cringey’ (I feel mainly because you had issues with intimacy), this will be a bit different in the upcoming time! You've been warned…just kidding. There is nothing to fear because I can see you truly having fun.

In addition, I also see that many opportunities will arise/many doors will open for you! Many interesting potential suitors? Soulmates even? To be honest it doesn’t have to be limited to your love life but there will definitely be a few love related opportunities for you! Again, I have cards hinting at a great wish getting fulfilled and that you have potential for success in these times. You will also discover and develop new talents/skills which might be more important than any material treasure or rather more essential to your life. It is being said that you have the key within yourself to solve any kind of problem or in other words: You yourself are the key.

But you’re being advised to also try to give others the key to your heart! In the upcoming days and weeks, you won’t hide or isolate yourself anymore, you will let other people into your world! And that is good. It’s time to mingle with people. You will be more open to new things, towards other people and in your relationships with others but you should try not to be ‘too’ trusting. Ok that might sound contradicting or even funny to you because I feel like you are not the type to easily trust others and that is totally fine, you have your reasons. You’re not asked to easily give out your trust to others but you should stop pushing people away and not even giving other people the opportunity or chance to gain your trust!

The advice here is just to be careful with ambiguousness in other people’s behavior and words and take notice of any contradictions and inconsistencies between them. Through that you will discover other people’s hidden motives. Always ask yourself: cui bono - who does benefit from it? You will develop a keen eye for this in the upcoming days and weeks. Of course sometimes disappointing things happen but they are a part of love just like the intimate moments of affections that make us happy. Everyone experiences these bad moments but that shouldn’t be the reason to exclude ‘love’ from one’s life completely.

I feel like you might not like to hear this (or hated hearing this while growing up) but you should definitely go out there more! Don’t hide yourself from the world or from the people - especially now! You should also enjoy your life, experience all those beautiful things because you deserve to have moments where you feel your heart beating, where you’re full of excitement, where you’re at peace with yourself and in the presence of someone else. And you should treasure those moments. So, be open towards love matters (potential suitors, love offers and opportunities) but don’t let yourself be fooled by any kind of deception, you’re smarter than that. If you have any plans like getting into a relationship or wooing someone specific, be slick …maybe even a little cunning while making plans and taking action! There is a chance of meeting a soulmate or just like minded people whose company you’ll enjoy greatly! If you’ll face any opponents, beat them at their own game with the same ‘weapons’! I can assure you, you are in control and luck is on your side! Anything you try to do now, will probably be a success. This is your time now. :)

Some quotes I got from my oracle for you: ‘Treasure those seconds when you felt your heart beating.’; ‘Don’t allow any tourists into your own private Paris.’; ‘To love someone and mean it is a rare and valuable thing.’

An angel number that could have a message for you: 102 ( or 10 and 2 separately )

Great times are ahead for you, I’m sending my blessings out to you pile three. 🔥

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