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Bathroom Habits with the 141 Boys

These were random thoughts that I had so I wanted to make it a thing with some input from @soapsgf

TF141 x GN!Reader

CW: it gets mildly steamy in a couple of them, but relatively domestic otherwise

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Chronic shower sharer. If you’re showering, he’s showering. Just enjoys spending the time with you

Hogs the water and adjusts the temperature for his liking, even if you got in there first

Washes your hair and body tenderly, massaging you gently with your favourite soaps and presses soft kisses to your shoulders as the water rinses your skin

Always comments on the smell of everything and tells you his favourites so you buy them again. Also takes into consideration the smells you like best on him

Loves when you return the favour and wash him. He’s a glutton for being pampered

Avid skin-care enthusiast. You don’t get skin that pretty without some TLC. Definitely takes sunscreen away with him

If you’re into skin-care as well, he enjoys doing it together (read: he enjoys lying in your lap and having you take care of his skin for him. Don’t worry, he’ll return the favour)

Does enjoy a cheeky swipe of moisturiser on your face when you’re not paying attention then bolts out of the room before you can retaliate

He’s also a neat man, meticulously laying out your bathroom bench or shelves with products so they’re easy to grab

Enjoys having his face mostly clean shaven when he’s home, but goes to a barber more often than doing it himself

Pushes the toothpaste from the bottom, making it easy to get most of it out

John Price

Not really a fan of sharing showers but enjoys sharing the bathroom at the same time

He likes doing his beard routine/ casual trims if you’re in the shower and vice versa for your small daily tasks whether it be hair or skin care

However, if you are looking to have a bath and you have one big enough to hold you both? You can be damn sure he’s joining you

Also makes it a big deal when he’s back. There’s candles, drinks, bath salts, and a movie playing in the background as you relax, back against his chest

Cannot keep his hands to himself. As you’re paying attention to the movie, his hands are gliding down your sides and over your thighs

Tells you to keep focusing on the movie if you start squirming too much before doubling down

Not big on skin care, but has a beard care range. Thoroughly enjoys spending his time re-shaping his beard especially after coming back, then having you keep up the smaller trims here and there

Does let you put moisturiser and sunscreen on his face but that’s it

Enjoys brushing, stroking, and/ or braiding your hair as you brush your teeth

Sits on the toilet for an hour despite knowing it’s bad for his bowel health

Clenches the middle of the toothpaste tube initially, but does push it up from the bottom when it gets low

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Gremlin in the bathroom. Invades your space. Like Kyle; if you’re showering, he’s showering even if he’s already washed himself for the day

Unapologetically pees in the shower and on you if you’re not careful

Enjoys washing you. Or rather, your chest. Loves soapy nipples. It’s the cleanest part of your body

Also abuses your body with the detachable shower head, holding it between your legs as he pins you to the wall, making you whine

Encourages you to wash him too, trapping your wrists and running your hands over his body suggestively

Can’t have a minute alone with this man. Always has something to talk to you about or show you so there’s no point closing the door

Washes his face with water; bar soap if he’s particularly dirty. We all know he’s a 3 in 1 user

Skin is crusty when he comes back from missions but sits pretty for you if you want to put moisturiser on his face (read: you’ll have to sit on his chest and pin him down but he likes it)

Also another one to spend an hour on the toilet but doesn’t think it’s an issue. Wants you to sit in there with him (no thanks)

Adores it when you shave his mohawk for him. Pretends he can’t do it himself if you’re around. Loves the way your eyes squint in concentration and move his head around forcefully, barking orders at him to sit still

Squeezes the toothpaste right at the top, doesn’t close the lid and leaves it in the sink

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Like Price, also not a shower sharer fan, especially early on in the relationship

The size of him is the main reason, but also wary of making you anxious about his heavily scarred body

No preference of soap or shampoo, probably whatever he’s stolen from base. Also doesn’t use conditioner

Doesn’t mind sharing the bathroom with you though once he gets comfortable, if you happen to be in there at the same time

If you’re having a bath, he won’t join you in the bath, but rather sit next to it on a stool either silently or having quiet conversations with you

Does love washing your hair as he enjoys the way you moan softly at the feeling of his strong hands pressing into your scalp

Always takes deep breaths of your hair and skin when it’s clean, committing the smell to memory

He wears a mask most of the time. He has acne because he doesn’t really wash it, especially on deployment

Doesn’t really care about treating it, but sits for you if you express an interest in taking care of it for him. He won’t admit it, but he is also a glutton for being pampered

Tries to remember what you’ve told him but forgets when he’s away. Sometimes he remembers moisturiser and sunscreen, but it’s a bit hit and miss

Toothpaste looks like he’s had it for years. All shrivelled, cut open, and squeezed to high hell in order to get every bit out

Thank you for reading!! If you have any requests for hc’s, don’t be afraid to send them through!

[rboooks]

Alfred's Boy: Part 2

Bruce felt his blood pressure rise as Damian shoved another pair of swimming trucks into his cart. His youngest insisted that he needed something flattering, as his previous outfit was "functional but not attractive to the youth of today."

Damian had never cared that he wasn't up to the trends, but that was before Danny moved into the manor. Now he had to wait hours for Damian to find a satisfying outfit, knowing darn well its only because Danny mentioned he was interested in taking a dip in the inner pool.

The boy, technically being staff, felt it was essential to ask permission before taking a swim. Bruce had spent years telling Alfred he had free range over the manor, only to always have the man ask before doing anything. He hopes Danny won't develop the same habit.

He wanted the young man to feel at home with them.

His younger children- who honest to God forgot they even had a pool- had all scrambled to go swimming with Danny. Tim had practically thrown himself over the table to change from his WE suit into his swimming wear, Duke use his grappling hook to zoom up the stairs and Steph begged Cass to lend her a bikini.

Damian remained seated, despairing that his old swimming shorts had been bought by Dick the year previous. Dick had gotten him green shorts with little cats and dogs. Damian- who refused to even go near public pools- wore them to the family pool with no desire to purchase new ones since he saw no point in it.

And now he was paying the price for keeping childish wear. Personally, Bruce thought they were adorable and perfect for his fourteen-year-old son, but being two years younger than Danny gave him a terrible disadvantage, and Damian could not afford falling futher behind.

He just sat there, staring longingly at the retreating back of Alfred's assistant after telling him he had nothing to wear. Danny had told them he could join the rest another time before scurrying away to finish his cleaning of the right wing.

What else could Bruce do besides offering to take him to the nearest outlet mall and get him something nicer?

"Damian are you almost-"

"I am ready, father. Make haste to purchase our wears. Daniel must be finishing his duties, and I wish to get back." His son announced, yanking the cart out of Bruce's hand and practically running to the cashiers.

Bruce sighed.

It's not that he minded his son's crush on a boy or that it was Danny. It just felt like he shouldn't be encouraging his children to try and romance someone going through a lot.

Alfred had forbidden anyone from looking into Danny's background, and he had respected the request. There was a lot Bruce and Batman were willing to do but defying a direct order from Alfred was not one of them.

(Honesty, if Alfred ever turned evil, Bruce's contingency plan for him was simple: Die.)

Danny took his assistant butler job very seriously. Often wearing a neat and pressed suit, finishing his work in record time, well mannered and very intelligent but kept a distance from the family. Alfred also had a small wall of professionalism but he would crack a joke and be in their presence like a grandfather.

Danny only spoke when spoken to, tried to refrain from being notice and basically kept the reminder that while he liked them all he was always going to be a employee first and foremost.

Maybe it was due to his parents? Danny probably couldn't relax until he felt safe once more. Not for the first time, Bruce wondered what type of monsters the Fentons had to be to make a boy capable of discovering the Batcave without so much of a blink, flatter.

"Father!" Damian called impatiently, tapping his foot before the nervous-looking teen who what been attempting to ring him up.

The Wayne's made everyone nervous.

"Yes. Yes. Here put It on my card-" Damian snatched it out of his hand before Bruce even took it out completely from his wallet.

Suddenly his phone rings. Seeing that Damian could handle punching in the Pin, he accepted the call, not bothering to check the screen.

All his children have personalized ringtones, so only one person would cause Gun and Ships from the Hamilton musical to blare from his phone.

"Jason-"

"Bruce!" Jason yells in a wheezing voice "Tim almost drowned!"

What.

"Is he alright!?"

"He's fine!" Jason assures, voice breaking to manic cackling. "He's just really embarrassed. He forgot about the bruise on his back, so when he tried to do cannonballs with Danny, he cramped up. Danny had to help him out of the pool and then lectured him about jumping in the deep end because of peer pressure. He thinks Tim can't swim, Bruce!"

Bruce felt a headache building behind his eyes. "Jason-"

"Wait, wait, there's more! Do you know how Steph never wears bikinis because she is uncomfortable? Danny clocked that as soon as she walked in and offered her the old t-shirt he was wearing. Took it off right then and there, and do you know what Steph did!? She walked into a wall! A wall Bruce!"

"Jason-"

"Duke hasn't stopped staring at Danny. I think his brain is in a permanent blue screen. I'm actually thinking he's-"

"Jason!" Bruce cut in which finally seemed to get his second oldest attention. Don't get him wrong, he was thrilled that Jason was spending so much time around the manor but the constant updates on his children tripping over themselves for Danny was not well for his heart. "I think you need to make sure your siblings give Danny some space. The poor chum might not be comfortable-"

"I'm not helping you stop Danny from finding true love, old man"

Bruce rolled his eyes as his son hung up. He can't wait for school to start up again. Danny will be homeschooled by his own request and Alfred's agreement but at least most of his kids will not be around him as often.

His phone started playing Sk8er Boy and he considered not answering. He really did but honestly his son probably needed him.

With a sigh he presses the accept call button "Tim-"

"He thinks I can't swim Bruce! He banned me from the pool!" Tim sobs and Bruce sees Damian perk up, happy Danny had put distance between one of his suitors ans himself.

Was it too late to ask Alfred if he was sure his contact Clockwork had no where else to foster Danny?

Being Batman on the night all his rouges broke out was easier then this.

( Part 1) (part 3)

[noirflms]

THE HOUSEHUSBAND LIFE — hq men

haikyuu men as househusbands. or haikyuu men who’d be good househusbands in general.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ AKAASHI KEIJI !

he is the one who keeps track of finance in the house , keeps track of how much you should spend even if you get a six-sum salary and love spending it on him even if he doesn't like it because he wants you to save for the future.

he also pretty much cooks all sorts of dishes and morning tea made by him is served to you in bed , he is just the best. buys groceries when you're out to work , keeps the house neat and clean — it's a penthouse so it's not much work as it's not that dirty all the time — keeps track of your health and if you're pretty much not skipping breakfast or lunch cuz he's there to spoon feed you at dinner.

he's not much fan of laundry just knows he has to fold it and keep it neatly in your shared closet and is pretty much a the best husband of all ( according to your mother ).

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ SUGAWARA KOUSHI !

he is that type of house-husband who actually takes care of the loundry more than cooking and cleaning but still cleans the house just the way you like it — organized and neatly done. he doesn't step in the kitchen for he knows he might burn whatever he cooks so you don't let him step in there , it's either you come home and cook but if your tired , it's take out time!

whenever he does laundry he has a habit of smelling the clothes before folding for he like the smell of the detergent you use and the clothing softener should be if the best company because that is kinda professional when you go to work wearing soft and clean clothes.

dusts around the house with music playing in the background and does all the cleaning while blasting Oliva Rodrigo on the amazon echo you brought so he won't have to go on connecting his phone to the Bluetooth other than that he is just the best husband you could ask for.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ KITA SHINSUKE !

he is the package , can cook , cleans , does laundry , keeps track of all budgets and savings , knows every nook and cranny of the house and is happy being a house-husband for you. kita buys the best clothing softener and detergent , is a man of his words for if he promises breakfast in bed for you then you get it.

he sets up the house according to a taste that suits him and you like almsot all the time after seeing it on pinterest — yes HE HAS PINTEREST and you can't change my mind — cooks the best meals like you're in heaven to be eating such delicious meals , laundry is done and the house smells like lavander and you don't know how he does that and he keep it a secret ( it's just him using scented house cleaning stuff ).

grocery shopping is done with you because it's to lonely for him to go out so it's shopping time on the weekends , he is like a stay at home mum but you love him and for god sake who wouldn't want a man like KITA SHINSUKE.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI !

you enter the house with the smell of the most delicious food being cooked and when I say delicious , it's over the top delicious. he loves cooking so much that he forgets he has to clean as well and do laundry. yamaguchi almost does everything before stepping into the kitchen and prepare a bento for you in the early morning with starting to think for dinner — even though lunch is not even thought out yet — and what to be baked when your home.

it may not seem like but he has a passion for baking good for you.

he blasts playlist made for him by you and tsukki , and does the cleaning and laundry because sometimes it's to lonely in the house , he keeps track of time and when you're gonna come so he could prepare a bubble bath and then start with the cooking so you could have been relaxed and come eat with him.

when it's a weekend , he wakes up late but the breakfast is in his hands to be cooked , and in the evening it's time for him and you to have a baking session and you cherish this baby more than anything.

NOIRFLMS 2024 ! all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime , do not translate my works without permission.

[northopalshore]

Groom Persona Chart 🎂

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Groom (5129) is an asteroid used to interpret your husband. It could also give you details about your union & married life. In a man's chart, it tells you what they're like as a husband.

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In this post, I will be writing down my personal analysis on my own GPC, as well as other observations I've made.

Masterlist!

Post Contents: i. Personal GPC

ii. Extra observations

Personal GPC: northopalshore's husband

Note: I will be writing in a 3rd person pov for this section to make it easier for readers to apply onto their own chart!

Virgo (2° taurus) 1st house

They could seem quite petite or frail when they were younger. He could be quite big for a virgo rising, either height, weight or both. Their faces can be quite appealing or have very attractive features. They might be very critical about their looks or put a lot of effort into presenting themselves as clean & neat.

Libra 2nd house

They may spend a lot of money on beauty products or grooming products. They could spend a lot of their finances into taking care of themselves & their outfits. As a husband, he could spend a lot of money into the aesthetics of his house, cutlery or even on dates.

Jupiter (18° virgo) in 2nd house

They could be very keen to earn money. They may earn a lot of money through their job or through working. Everything they own is something they have worked for, nothing is just given i.e not born financially well off. He could be quite frugal or very picky with what he spends his money on. However, when they do spend they tend to splurge on big purchases. He might have a habit of overthinking his purchases as well. As a husband, he will add a lot of luck & abundance into his spouses' finance. He could also teach her to be more responsible with money.

Eros (13° aries) in 2nd house

They may earn money through their s*x appeal. Their job may involve moving, showing off their s*xual drive or just embodying this energy. They could work as a stripper (You might wanna give magic mike a visit lol). Could be a dancer, a porn star or a singer (if most of what they do involves movement) . I'm thinking of Chris Brown for some reason .

Fama (25° aries) in 2nd house

They could be very popular for their work or their money. They place a LOT of importance on financial gain. People could know them as a go-getter. He could be famous by making money or be famous for their drive, energy or s*x appeal (mars/aries) .

Union (1° aries) in 2nd house

He & his spouse both may be very focused on money when they get married. There will be a joint effort into making money together as spouses. That, or both will come up with ways for one of them to earn more money lol.

Union in Scorpio

They both may be a very secretive couple. You may be protective of your union (marriage). You will want to keep a lot of things going on in your home life under wraps.

Scorpio 3rd house

They may be very close to their siblings. Perhaps they have gone through a lot of difficulties together. He might like to discuss taboo topics or may think about them a lot. He could also be quite an obsessive thinker. He may find it difficult to let go of something he doesn't truly understand. Could also be a very private person.

note: I find that people with these placements are either very private or overly comfortable talking about personal things lol.

Sagittarius 4th house

He may have travelled a lot from a very/relatively young age. Perhaps for school.

Similar placements: gemini, pisces, mars, pluto & uranus 4th house

Note: see where 4th house ruler is to see why they moved.

ex: Sagittarius 4th house, Jupiter in 2nd house. Moving to earn money/for better financial aspects.

IC (5° leo)

He could be very artistic as a child. He may have received a lot of praise for his talents when he was younger.

Mars (14° taurus) in 4th house

He could have moved away from his mother, his hometown or family from a young age. Perhaps because of money or for a better life.

Mars sextile Jupiter

This man has a lot of energy & vigor. He may be more restless than the average person. He may also seem to have a neverending supply of energy & enthusiasm.

Mars conjunct Pluto

He may have issues with obsession when it comes to his possessions. He may have a lot of s*x appeal as well. Perhaps a lot of people may lust over his appearance or his body. He may put a lot of effort into his body. He could possibly have a smoking habit as well.

Pluto (23° aquarius) in 4th house

He could have had to move away alone as a child. This move was a very hard decision to make i.e a lot of things were on the line or his whole life had to change because of this i.e becoming independent, having to do everything alone, away from his family.

ex: this reminds me of the kids in China that had to move to their families residing overseas during the one child policy. They couldn't afford to live with their parents in China for fear of detainment or punishment from the government. So a lot of them had to be independent so young TT.

Pluto trine North Node

This change was a fated occurrence. It was something that had to happen.

Great Attractor (14° taurus) in 4th house

He may attract a lot of adoration from women or mother figures. He is adored for being kind and sensitive. People will like him for his caring almost mother-like nature. He could be adored for his cooking or eating (?) too. He may look very feminine or gentle and people will love that about him.

note: reminds me of mukbangers on YouTube. Adored for eating at home lol.

Capricorn 5th house

He may be quite reserved when it comes to having fun. He could have a problem dividing his time between work & play. He could be an all work no play type of person. He could consider work fun. He has reservations on love or romance, or this area may have been restricted either by him or others. Could have issues expressing himself artistically or is not an artistic person.

5th house stellium

Art, performances, children, theatre or any talent in general may be very important to him or he may as well work with them (because of Capricorn). He could be very creative, very artistic and somewhat flamboyant. He views the 5th house values as his work. He could be a very romantic person. He could be somewhat of a theatre kid too.

Venus (7° libra) in 5th house

He could be a very romantic person. Someone who is very talented & blessed with art. He may be very artistic even as a child. Performance, art and theatre has a spot reserved in his heart. He may have a fair approach to romance but he is also the type to idealise love/romance/art. A loyal lover. As a husband, he will love planning dates & buying flowers. He will do anything to keep the romantic aspects of the relationship alive & well.

Mercury (7° libra) in 5th house

He may talk about romance or read about it too. However since this is the 5th house, it's more likely that he is an avid enjoyer of romantic movies or musicals. He may enjoy love songs, listening to them or singing them. He could prefer witty or fast-paced films. Usually prefer something loud & colourful i.e animated movies, children movies & Baz Luhrmann type of films. Could be very indecisive when it comes to making decisions. He could procrastinate a lot lmao. Certified yapper although I think he'll have a lot of buffering moments.

Priapus (22° capricorn) in 5th house

He could be very s*xualised throughout his career. If he acts, or sings he may be very s*xualised for that. He could play forceful or big D energy types of characters very well.

ex: Reminds me of Jamie Muscato playing Jason Dean (JD) in Heathers: The Musical. Listen to his version of "Meant to be yours". goddamn.

Sun (25° aries) in 5th house

He may have a very extra personality (although it may be a little dimmed or controlled at first since it's in capricorn). He could very much immerse himself in his art or his work. Children might love him i.e popular with children or people who are younger. Very passionate about his art/work/expressions. He could be very prideful/competitive with his work too.

note: I feel like most of these placements tell the same story i.e give the same information.

Chiron (26° taurus) in 5th house

He may have experienced a lot of pain in his childhood, love life or career. He could also have trauma surrounding beauty, food or money. He may love sad songs, ballads or dark paintings. He could express a lot of his art in a dark way. He could have a very healing talent i.e singing, cooking, painting. His voice could be very soothing to others.

Aquarius 6th house

He may have an unconventional job. He may not work a 9 to 5. His work could involve a lot of spontaneous or original ideas, independent movement, and could also be related to computers, videos or the internet. Could work for himself or an independent company.

ex: tattoo parlours, electronic repairing services, apple, google, YouTube.

Groom (6° virgo) in 6th house

This just emphasizes the last placement. He could continue his work even as a husband. He may be working a lot even after marriage.

Groom trine Midheaven

Being a husband will bring him a lot of luck in his career. He could be known for being a husband or a married man.

Neptune (14° taurus) in 6th house

His work could involve a lot of creativity and sensitivity. He could sell dreams, illusions or comfort. With the taurus degree, it's still centred around his voice, cooking, and art. His career may be quite misleading to other people or very mysterious. Perhaps people have a set stigma around his career i.e personal assumptions.

Juno (17° leo) in 6th house

His spouse could share his love for the arts and performances. She perhaps works with art or children could be part of her routine/job.

note: I'm a theatre kid lol! I actually am pursuing a career in the educational field, but there are a lot of signs telling me that I'll end up working with him or be at home most of the time.

Pisces 7th house

He may be the type to long for this almost unattainable romance. Dreaming of fleeting hot summer nights. He may idealise his future spouse a lot. Putting her on a pedestal even.

note: looking at Jupiter & Neptune, they seem to sing a similar tune. Looking at venus, he could be very picky when choosing partners to settle down with. Forever searching for "the one" i.e the person who checks all those boxes in his head.

DC (2° taurus)

He's a lover boy. In love, with love. Has a preference for down to earth, natural beauties. Or romanticises women & the feminine world often.

Uranus (4° cancer) in 7th house

He may marry a foreigner i.e BE a foreigner to his spouse. With uranus in pisces in the 7th house, he'll marry someone from a different country. Someone with a very different status or background (pisces). His spouse may come from a country opposite to the taste of his hometown/mother lol.

note: sorry mother-in-law! Ily tho! He could also sign unconventional contracts.

Vesta (1° aries) in aries 7th house

He could work with his childhood friends or sign contracts with them, own a business with them even. He may have a very friendly connection to his spouse i.e be best friends, or have an almost siblings like relationship.

ex: bickering, and quarreling over small dumb things. We may love to annoy eachother lol.

Alma (27° gemini) in 7th house

The way to his soul is through the mouth. Talking. Long, romantic, dreamy conversations he can daydream about. Words stick to him like glue, it may open a lot of doors in his relationship. If he signs any business contracts it might have something to do with his voice or his writing.

Lust (14° taurus) in 7th house

He may prefer not to have s*x outside of relationships. He may need to feel soul bonding s*x to feel alive. Very private with his s*x life too. Keeps his fantasies them all to himself. Again, he romanticises love, s*x & devotion. He believes you can't have one without the other.

Aries 8th house

He may have gone through many challenges as a child. He could have an obsession with death, or the occult or any taboo topic.

Moon (4° cancer) in 8th house

He has emotions that run deep and fast. Whatever he feels in the moment will cloud a lot of his judgement or his thoughts. He may use physical activities to deal with stress or pent up frustration. He may be quite sensitive & easily hurt. He could crave a deep, soul bonding type of physical intimacy. Doesn't seem to be the type to go against celibacy or at least not without feeling deeply connected to someone. When he feels betrayed by someone, well.. I hope they listen to Nsync because "bye bye bye "

note: sounds like the male version of me ngl

Moon square mercury

He may have some difficulty trying to convert what he feels into words.

Vertex (10° capricorn) in 8th house

His career may experience a lot of rebirths. A lot of trials and error, a lot of experimenting and learning. Perhaps he had a lot of trouble in the beginning of his career i.e lawsuits, rebrands.

Boda (21° sagittarius) in 8th house

He may get married in a foreign land i.e his spouse's home town. He and his spouse may have a karmic relationship. They may have been joined together to learn or teach others something. He could feel deeply connected to his spouse during the wedding. He could have a private wedding, one where only people close to the bride & groom are permitted to attend. There may be dark or gloomy themes in the wedding. His marriage may be very shocking or hated by others. It may be very controversial too.

note: I've always wanted a private wedding, something a little kooky too with slightly gothic themes here & there. It would be great to have a tarot reading corner for the guests lol can you tell I have plans? Beetlejuice, hold our vows! Lol

Harmonia (23° aquarius) in 8th house

He could have a healing presence. People could come to him for comfort, or they may resonate with his sensual energy. People could like to invade his space/privacy at times.

North Node (27° gemini) in 8th house

He could need to learn boundaries in this life (because 8th house is in Aries). He needs to think and act for himself, be more selective and selfish with his energy and people he lets into his life. He could also learn to dip into the esoteric world i.e astrology or tarot. He could learn to be very rebellious too i.e respecting his personal wishes instead of conforming to the norm.

Taurus 9th house

He may not travel that much i.e prefers not to leave his house lol. Although, travelling could bring him financial gain or add beauty into his life/perspective.

Briede (17° libra) in 9th house

He's marrying a foreigner. I feel like this has been a little repetitive, but that's just how it is sometimes. There's a lot of emphasis on certain aspects. He'll marry someone with fair judgement and a lust for life. They may share similar beliefs or philosophies since both Libra & Taurus are ruled by venus (the same planet). She could be very stubborn or may put a lot of importance into knowledge and higer education. She could also love expressing herself with fashion or art. She may move in with him after marriage i.e brought into his home country.

ex: It feels quite strange talking about myself in 3rd person ngl, I hope this is somewhat helpful!

Gemini 10th house

His career could involve a lot of movement. Frequent short trips, talking, creativity, intellect, communicating & fast ideas. He could work in a very fast paced environment i.e the city.

MC (5° leo)

His work involves a lot of creativity & talents. Art, design, acting, children, directing, singing etc.

Part of fortune (24° pisces) in 10th house

He could be very blessed with his career. He may have achieved a lot of his career goals, or he may as well have achieved a lot of his dreams in this profession. Again, could work with dreams, illusion, art and healing. Therapy could be something too.

ex: perhaps.. he could be selling weed lol no, I'm kidding but it sounds like it at times doesn't it.

Cancer 11th house

A lot of his friends may be women. People in his community or group may be female dominant. Could also be his mother's friends. He has a careful approach to making friends or joining a community. He could either act as a mother figure or be treated with care/ motherly by people in his community.

Lilith (18° virgo) in 11th house

He could be very uncomfortable in social situations. People he works with could invite him into different friend groups often most of them may be women (because of cancer). Or his work could lead him to interact with a lot of people/groups and not stay for long lol. He may not have a fixed friend group i.e always moving and switching friends. Could also have to deal with a lot of different groups due to work i.e people, communities.

note: this is mostly because lilith also symbolises rebellion, so wherever lilith is it will sort of add a juxtaposition there.

Saturn (23° aquarius) retrograde in 11th house

Actually. He could have a set friend group. He may have been friends with a small circle of people for a very long time. They may have been through many changes together. Since it's aquarius, he may have just met them randomly one day or through the internet? He might have an unconventional group of friends. His friends may be quite eclectic. Most of his friends could be older than him.

Leo 12th house

He could be quite hesitant to fully embody his creativity or his flamboyant tendencies. He may be fearful of backlash from people around him. He could have issues expressing himself to his truest desire. He may imagine himself acting one way (which is most genuine to himself) but then execute something different or lackluster in his perspective.

My Groom Persona chart:

Extra observations: not from my chart

4th House stellium/cancer°

They are very soft, and caring. The type of person to act as a maternal figure to his friends. People may find him very comfortable to be around. He may have a close relationship to his hometown or his mother. He could be a very talented cook or homemaker.

Union in 9th House/Sagittarius°

The focus of your relationship will be to expand eachother's knowledge and share eachother's culture. Common in interracial couples coming from different regions or countries.

Alma in 12th house/pisces°

He may be very spiritual, and connected to his higher self. He may be very aware of the karmic cycles of life.

Saturn in 2nd house

He will bring stability into your finances. He may have grown up quite wealthy, or money has never been a problem. He could also have worked for his wealth.

Saturn in 7th house

He will bring stability into your love life. He could also be very strict with the type of relationships he wants to be in.

Saturn in 3rd house

He may have trouble communicating his wants & desires. He could also be very mature, and prefer to keep his life/plans in order. He could speak in a very concise manner, speaking only when spoken to. He could place a lot of importance in early education. He could be the eldest child, or he has a significant age gap with his older/ younger siblings. A lot of his siblings could be much older than he is (more than 5 years, usually at least 7).

Sun in 7th house

He may have a career in the business world or may involve contracts at least. He may put a lot of importance into one-on-one relationships. He could be very romantic & loyal.

Sun in 3rd

Certified yapper! He will be very smart & witty. He could be great at debating or communicating. He could work well with spreadsheets, or PowerPoint. He may have a special affinity towards writing or reading books. He may act childish at times, he has this youthful aura to him. He may be an only child, or is very close with his siblings.

Sun in 2nd house

He could be perceived as very charming or attractive by others. He will be very fashionable, perhaps he puts a lot of pride into his outfits or his creation. He could also love cooking or is known for his cooking.

Sun in 1st house

He will be very attractive. Could be a people magnet. He is the type of person who can charm anyone in an instant. He is not the type to hide his personality, or act through a persona. He shows you that what he is on the surface is exactly the same as what's underneath. He could attract a lot of admirers too.

Mars in 2nd House

A lot of his focus will be on making money. He could work in finance, banking, fashion, or beauty related industries. He may be moving around a lot or gaining money through movements/s*x drive. Striping? Lmao

Moon in 2nd house

Money could be very important to them. They may find security in stable finances. Their mother may have been a spendthrift, and perhaps they have gotten a similar habit because of that. As a husband, he will shower you with meaningful gifts very often. He may feel uneasy i.e act erratic when money isn't great. He could work as a chef, or if he is a business man he will sell things that bring people comfort i.e housewares, mattresses, music (if gemini is aspected)

Moon conjunct Venus/taurus & cancer significance in 2nd house

They could be a chef or place a lot of importance into cooking & homemaking.

Note: Your future spouse may have similar traits & placements to the ones you see on your Groom persona chart & Briede persona chart. Of course, it's not going to resemble it 100%. What's important is the characteristics.

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Thanks for reading ♡

@northopalshore

[yawnderu]

delulu time🤭

Everybody keeps talking about how Simon’s hands are constantly cold… But I have a feeling this man is a fucking furnace.

He’s so big and burly, so warm and cuddly… He’ll take off his hoodie and give it to you and it would as warm as if it just got out of the dryer. He’s so warm his cologne just spreads out like from an oil diffuser.

He’s looking so warm and cuddly just laying on the couch, you just want to put your hands down his sweatpants🤭 He’ll let you lay down on his chest, pulling his hoodie over your head and body.🦘

And with Simon being such a girl dad we have to talk about the ‘hot balls’ phenomenon. A theory that athletes and physically active people have more baby daughters because of having a slightly higher body temperature and the heat destroys male spermatozoa😭🫶🏼

I also believe he always wears a lot of layers, as many as the weather allows. He’ll always spare you his jacket… He has so many hoodies, socks, it’s insane… He’s so clean and disciplined, folding his clothes impeccably, his bed always perfectly made. His apartment is so neat, a remnant of his army ways.

Only problem is his place is always a little cold, he simply doesn’t need the heating like you do :( Your feet would get so cold he would simply have to warm them up in his lap, rubbing your soft soles against and tenderly kissing your pretty toes… He secretly loves it and that’s why he never puts the heating on :(

Don’t get me wrong, Simon isn’t a feet guy per se, but he adores every single part of you… He worships the ground you walk on. So he’s utterly blind to the fact that you’ve been feeding him so well these past months all in an attempt to get him to the optimal cuddling weight🤤 (photos for reference🤭)

Ps. This is so discombobulated and corny but I can’t stop thinking about it. I swear I’m a better writer in my native language.🎀

YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS.

I used to date a guy who was ALWAYS a fucking furnace. It was lovely during winter, but summer were nightmares in a small bed. x_x

Yeah!! I'm also a firm believer of Simon always having VERY warm hands, to the point he can easily sandwich your cold hands and heat them up almost instantly. Simon's body is always very warm, yet he uses long-sleeved shirts out of habit, keeping his tattoos hidden from his enemies to keep both of you safe and away from Ghost and his enemies.💗

One of his favorite things is putting his hoodie over your body when you're cuddling or standing together at home, watching your pretty face peer up at him from the fabric has to be the closest thing to heaven he's ever gotten.

The ‘hot balls’ phenomenon made me giggle GRJFEHJB God, he's such a girl dad that it hurts. I can see him cuddling his baby daughters, holding them close to his bare skin because they find it comforting and always sleep through the night without waking up whenever their papa puts them to sleep. <3

YES!! Simon loves rubbing and kissing your feet, simply because he loves you and loves using his body to make you feel better, his warm breath tickling your feet to the point you've been close to accidentally kicking his face more than once, yet it's worth if for him the moment you start thanking him for warming you up, rewarding him with a rapid-fire of kisses all over his rough face.

I stand by the fact that the easiest way to Simon's heart is his stomach. He needs to eat plenty of calories to maintain his body mass and keep growing muscles, coming home especially hungry after being at the gym, ready to eat whatever hot meal you've prepared for him. :((

Sometimes you have to remind him to eat slower, yet the small hiccups he gets after eating fast serve as reassurance that he absolutely adores and devours anything you cook.<3333

[samalong1]

A different kind of mess

Domestic fluff with hannibal and reader

Hannibal hates messes

He always went the extra mile when cleaning dusting his valuables,sanitizing everything,and cleaning the tiniest crevices

Nit so weird but considering he went all out every week it was clear neatness was important

But now that he has you and a small toddler it differs

If course its still clean but less so

His fridge is cramped with drawings

His coffee table has disney movie cds

His bathroom counters has remnants of sparkly toothpaste

Even his weird torture hospital basement has been effected

Some poor soon to be killed man had to hold back laughs as the menacing killer tripped over the damn tricycle that was only in the basement so his child woudnt try and ride it in the harsh winter made sense but he wished you told him

But even though he misses having impossibly clean home he cherishes the laughter from his sweet child as they play stringing toys along the floor that he'll have to clean up later

Even though he still keeps the house cleaner then the average household every once in a while when you take your child out he goes full on deep cleaning

As soon as your child is old enough he's teaching them to clean after themselves

Understands any mess his kid cleans up won't be perfect but still a good habit and makes it easier for him to clean

Legos are banned after he stepped on one

Almost yelled at the kid

Stickers are not banned but strictly monitered

He let his kid into his office once and stickers were everywhere

He had to explain to his patients why his clipboard had Ariel and puppy stickers all over

Only tolerates it from his child

Refuses to let any other kid in his house

Yes the gremlin is messy but he came from you as proof of their love and for him to guide and teach

And your kid likes going go their freinds houses anyway due to junkfood

Hannibal doesn't like them going to other kid's houses and has to meet the parents first ect

No sleepovers final word don't even bother asking

Only sleepovers are when your family is over for the holidays and cousins get to have a "sleepover" In the living room

But playdates are ok afterall it gives him alone time with you

Pta hannibal fic maybe

[farleighlover]

₊⊹ “i always want you when i’m coming down.”

| farleigh start x fem!reader

w.c: 3.6k

a/n: happy readings! @firemenenthusiast

— / part three. (masterlist here.)

you sat on your bed with your notebook in your lap as you drummed your pencil against your head. it was nearing summer, where all the exams and everything were coming to play. textbooks and textbooks were laid out in front of you while you flipped and underlined each part you thought could be important. when you actually looked at what you were doing, you had the whole paragraph underlined.

you groaned, putting your head in your hands. this didn’t make sense. you reached over to grab your phone to text farleigh for help before you stopped yourself. what the fuck were you doing? you haven’t spoken to farleigh for over four fucking weeks and now you were going to text him about the restoration period?

you remembered how farleigh used to tutor and help you when you didn’t understand the assignment. always an arm's reach away and most times, that was literal. he was always in your dorm and soon people used to joke about how he spent more time in your dorm than his own. you tried to make yourself not miss what you two had, but you couldn’t keep lying to yourself. you missed how when you asked for help, he would wrap you up and sit you in his lap, making you flush against him before asking what you needed help with.

you snapped back with your phone buzzing. you flipped your phone with a message from your best friend, ruby, asking if you wanted to walk to class together. you glanced up at the ticking clock on your wall, taking a second before realizing that your class was starting remotely soon and almost everything from your backpack was emptied all over your dorm. you quickly yanked off the bed, sending "sure!!" before rushing all over to get everything packed and a little bit neater. you can never leave your dorm messy. it was a habit you got from farleigh. you could be leaving in a rush but he’ll grab you by the back of the shirt and drag you back to your desk with that clicking of his tongue.

“baby, i mean this the sweetest way ever, but have you seen your desk? i mean, there are pens everywhere! surely you don’t need these out all at once!” farleigh kissed your head before he just started cleaning it for you. “you should always try to keep minimal things on your desk. it also helps to not distract you.” you glared at how he stacked your notebooks perfectly by size, then getting a post note and writing “clean your space!!!” and posting it in the center to remind you.

he leaned back, stared and scratched his head before slightly nudging a notebook to the left. farleigh took a second or two to admire his work before leaning down to your level with that sly grin of his and saying, "that’s how you do it.”

you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “can i go now?” he hummed before finally answering, “yes.” you grabbed your notebooks and pens quickly before stuffing them in your bag and running out the door, leaving the desk and his glorious neat positions of each item out of place and all over. as soon as you got home, he hit you in the back of the head then kissed your forehead as a small apology before making you clean your mess and not allowing you do anything else before finishing. he rambled about how it was very tempting to just grab you back into your dorm and make you clean it all over again.

and now here you are, a year after that and still cleaning after each study. you could never get it as neat as farleigh though.

it was just a whirlpool that you couldn’t escape from. while cleaning, you realized how much you’ve been written by him, and how much you depended on him. when farleigh first cheated on you, you made him take everything he owned out of your dorm. and when he left, the first thought you had was, “where the fuck are all my jackets?”

correction, “where the fuck are all farleigh’s jackets?”

you shuddered as you snapped back to reality and tried to think of something else. you grabbed everything you needed, threw it in your bag, and slipped on your brown tortoise loafers that had been collecting dust before rushing out the door.

you met with ruby at a bench. she was trying to read the last pages of this book for class. you tapped her on the shoulder, making her flinch harshly and yelp. you forgot she gets scared easily.

“christ, maybe wave hello next time?” ruby picked up her book, flicking the dirt off it. “i’ve tried that before. you still get scared.” you sighed, making her huff. “whatever.”

you heard a familiar laugh. farleigh start. he mumbled something to his so-called “friends” next to him before calling out, “nice shoes!” to you sarcastically and laughing away. you shot him a glare before the gears in your head turned and realized what he said. you immediately shot down to your shoes, noticing that they were the shoes farleigh gave you. fuck, that’s why they felt a little tight.

you groaned and lolled your head back. by this point, ruby realized what was happening.

“oh my gosh. girl, you cannot be making these mistakes! here, we can swap shoes—“ you swatted her idea. “no no, it’s fine, we need to get to class. i can deal with this later. let’s hurry up.” you took her hand and took off to class.

you sat in your dorm room alone after ruby didn’t answer back to your plans. which was odd because she always answered instantly and it wasn’t even that late. you check the clock that’s ticking on your wall. it was only eight.

you groan and lay down on your bed, not knowing what to do. it was irritating, to say the least. you sat up, looking for something to distract you. there, the loafers gleamed in the light. bingo. you were going to give back farleigh those shoes as a final fuck you. if he thinks your shoes are nice, he can have them!

maybe you should think of a cooler punchline.

you got up, threw on one of your jackets, and picked the right shoes before grabbing the loafers and leaving.

you stormed up to farleigh’s door, still remembering the steps and the path to get there. when you went up to the door and raised your hand to knock, you heard something.

see, hearing moaning coming from farleigh’s dorm was a frequent occurrence that everybody was aware of, but not when the speaking, or slash, begging was a voice that sounded familiar. you looked around quickly, hoping nobody was around before you leaned in your ear to the door to hear more clearly.

first off, you can tell it was farleigh and someone having sex. not him doing something stupid. and second of all, that whine in her voice? that’s fucking ruby. farleigh, was fucking, ruby. you were in absolute disbelief. you knew ruby liked farleigh, but not this much!

in pure hatred, you pounded on the door and heard all movement stop. you grind your teeth. “ruby, i will fucking kick down this door if i need to! get the fuck out of that dorm, you coward!” you yelled at the door. people are probably thinking you’re going mental, but you didn’t care.

you heard some scrambling before ruby peaked her head out the door. she scanned the halls before facing you. “…i wasn’t doing anything.”

you almost laughed. “right. you totally weren’t doing something. i know farleigh has an issue about staying quiet.” ruby giggled a little. she always took everything as a light joke. “i’m going to knock that smile off your face. where’s farleigh?”

she immediately dropped her smile before glancing around in the dorm room. “uhm…” ruby looked back at you. “he’s… busy.”

you groaned and rolled your eyes. “of course he’s busy! god, ruby, you are so stupid!” she scoffed. “well fuck you! listen, i didn’t care about you breaking up with farleigh, i did this whole distancing thing just so i could get closer! so you go do whatever you want to do!” and she ended it by slamming the door in your face. you opened your mouth to say something before just giving up and killing yourself inside. your best friend, ruby, just had sex with your ex and here you are, still holding the loafers that was supposed to be your final “fuck you.”

goddamnit. you huffed and just left the loafers there before walking back to your dorm. fuck this.

staring at the ceiling above with no lights is weary. and also depressing. you tried to not think about everything that was happening around you and how fucked up things were getting. farleigh was a good guy and now, the chance of you and him getting back together is closer to zero.

was the love of your life gone? was that it? maybe you were overdramatizing the situation, but it sure felt like it. two years went down the drain. now what were you supposed to do? every moment you two spent together, just everything was gone.

you needed to sleep.

in the morning, you felt like mush. you’re barely there, just trying to put pieces of you together to feel real. why are breakups such a hard thing to get over? you didn’t have anybody now. it was pathetic, really. you didn’t know how to feel. anger, despair, just everything.

you took a deep breath, finally deciding to get over it. that’s all you could do. you got ready for the day and tried to make yourself feel better by saying those stupid mantras before leaving your dorm.

the day felt off. everybody was looking at you. now, your “relationship” just got more messed up. fuck ruby and her whole “making him jealous” idea. she probably spread the word and twisted it into something more than it was. that bitch.

in english, ruby didn’t sit next to you. she sat next to farleigh, the row below you. sometimes they would peck or do stupid stuff like touching his hair, which he would take her hand and kiss it before putting her hand to herself. it baffled you. farleigh only let you play with his hair religiously. it was an interesting sight to see.

a girl bumped into you. no deal. until she muttered in your ear, “jerk.”

jerk? you shot your head back at her, but she was already walking away. what the fuck was happening? you glanced around, confused. some people saw your gaze and immediately started whispering to their left and right.

you sat there, puzzled. you were racking your brain. why would they be mad at you? ruby is the one who shouted about using you for your ex.

you tried to gain the confidence to ask the girl next to you. you hesitated and the professor walked in while telling everybody to shut up for the lesson. goddamnit.

near the end of the class, you were falling behind on notes. you hated how fast this professor wrote and talked. always erasing, writing, and too much at once. it was the first period and you’re already tired of hearing. by the time you finished your notes, the girl next to you was already gone. actually, most of the students were gone. of course. you searched the room swiftly and instead of finding the girl, you saw farleigh and ruby making out. you never wanted to say “get a room” as loudly as possible. you huffed and gathered everything before leaving the room.

you rushed in the halls, trying to get away from that whole mess. who did she think she was? you kept thinking of the whole situation, not paying attention, and accidentally bumping into felix. he caught you in his arms, “christ, sorry!” when felix got a glimpse of who you actually were, his demeanor changed. “oh, hey.”

“felix! i’m so sorry, i’ll be on my way—“ you took a step away before getting an idea. “felix, are people saying rumors about me?”

he scoffed. “rumors? like, yesterday you told ruby to go kill herself and her friend found her chugging down pills in the bathroom? that rumor?”

you stared, jaw dropped. “she said what?” ruby made that up about you? why would she lie about something that serious? at the same time, you had your answer. ruby was stupid. she panicked and she tried to come up with something to make her the victim, like always.

felix raised a brow at you. “are you just playing dumb or what?” you shook your head, “felix, i never said anything like that. she got with farleigh and planned it out when i confronted her!” you groaned, putting your head in your hands. it was all so overwhelming. you were tired of all of it.

felix could tell that you were about to lose it. “hey hey, it’s okay. i believe you.” his tone softening. he hesitantly raises his hands to hug you, not knowing if you would allow him, but you instantly hugged back. knowing that someone was there for you took a massive weight off your shoulders that you didn’t even know was there.

“thank you felix,” you say quietly, still hugging him. you saw farleigh and ruby in the corner of your eye but you didn’t care. it made you feel better that you knew you had somebody who believed and cared. after a moment, you both pulled away before thanking him once more and going different ways.

evening again. the time when you had nothing to do. you were spread out on your bed, just staring at the ceiling. usually, farleigh and you would go to parties, hangouts, or the pub to waste time.

the pub. that was a thing you could go by yourself. “drink away your problems”, they say.

it wasn’t a bad idea. it would be good to go out and get some fresh air before getting totally wasted and passing out. at least you wouldn’t be thinking about your life and farleigh. you sighed, sitting up and stretching before getting your jacket, shoes, and money as you headed out.

walking felt good. the breeze hitting your skin right, and it wasn’t too heavy that it just pushed you away and blinded you with your hair, or just yourself in that matter. that description felt deep in your heart.

you arrive there, getting struck with the loud chatter and the drunken woo’s and cheers for when someone chugged down another beer.

you sat at the bar, just ordering something small. you then realized that farleigh’s booth was right behind you. it was almost impossible not to hear them and interrupt your thoughts. you cursed yourself for going to the bar the same time as them, but they are always here every day so you can’t escape them.

you took a glance at the table. ruby was sitting there on farleigh’s lap, acting like a pure dumbass, and… was that your black dress?

ruby saw you and matched glances with you. she shot you that coy smirk, saying mentally to you something along the lines of, “how could you be so stupid?” it was a little true though, you have been so caught up in everything that you just can’t pay much attention anymore. but still, she can’t be one to speak.

you rolled your eyes, not going any further with her. you took sips of your drink, zoning out every once in a while with your thoughts. but something made you snap back to reality.

“freak!”

you knew that voice. it was farleigh. you shot back immediately, and everyone started to boo you. you can never escape from this hellhole.

in that moment, all the anger and the rage you had pent up in your body just broke out. you immediately grabbed your drink and marched over there, before spilling it all over farleigh and ruby. that was your final "fuck you."

the whole bar went quiet, only ruby’s gasps hung heavy in the air. farleigh stared at you, and he didn’t look angry. he looked… just upset. a sense of yearning and disbelief written on his face. but ruby on the other hand, slammed her fists on the table, she was fuming. “you want to play like that?!” she stood up, shuffling to you before almost punching you!

“are you mental?! you’re the bitch who made up those death threats!” people gasped and sat there stunned. ruby stared at you, just livid. her brows were furrowed, this evil glint in her eyes. she started throwing heavy punches at you out of nowhere while screaming things like, “you bastard! you fucking cunt!” you blocked her punches fairly easy, just backing up steps by steps. truly pathetic.

but something snapped in farleigh. he stood up and abruptly grabbed you by the arm before dragging you out the door, his eyes hard and cold.

you scoffed and blinked a few times in disbelief. “why would you—“

“listen, i don’t want anything to do with you, okay? move the fuck on. i’m sick— i’m sick of this bullshit! i’m sick of you!” farleigh exclaimed. “just leave me and her alone. it’s not that hard.”

you glared. the anger in the world just all ready to lash out at him, until he said this.

“i don’t even know what your problem is. i don’t fucking love you anymore, okay? i’m with ruby now, whether you like it or not.” he spat, lighting a cigarette.

the rest of his words tuned out of your ears. he didn’t love you anymore? that couldn’t be true. it rang in your ears. he didn’t love you anymore? two years. two years just down the drain. and now, he’s with your ex-best friend. it made no sense. how did you get here? this was the man who begged you to come back. every voicemail saved on your phone. and now, he's telling you that every stepping stone, every argument you forgave each other for, was all a lie? that was total bullshit. it had to be. 

“are you even listening to me?! god, just fucking realize that we were never meant to be. we were never meant to last. so leave me alone and get the fuck over it.” farleigh emphasized each word as he towered over you, anger etched in each and every word.

you stood there, not knowing what to say. you stared into his eyes, looking for some sense of remorse or sympathy, but nothing was there. it’s like the man you knew just disappeared and was replaced for this selfish and stupid thing! it felt… just unbelievable. you always knew that you and farleigh weren't the best together, but you were still each other's part. you both fit in some way. you both changed your pieces to be together. to stand together. and all for what? the sweetest man you ever knew, the man you tried hardest for, is the boy who is standing in front of you, yelling at you and expressing the only thing he could say out loud. his anger. were you supposed to feel pity? were you supposed to feel ruined? angry? annoyed? what would say to everybody? that they were right and the relationship would come back to stab you in the heart?

questions topped questions. why would he act like this? tears slipped down your cheeks. this isn't the one you knew. the one you loved. the one you promised that it would last forever. the one who promised you that it would last forever. maybe you were selfish. maybe you were supposed to let it go. but how could you? it didn't feel right to. you were immature to feel like you could hold on to the pieces and shards of your relationship that could just cut you all over again. but you couldn't just throw them away. every piece tipped closer to the image and the feeling that was once there. to feel the warmth and comfort of what you already knew. and maybe you would never admit to yourself, but it was obvious you still wanted him. to be with him. if you could, you would keep that flame lit. the colors conjoining and dancing around, traveling through the wind, and learning. maybe your flame was out of control. maybe it was too much for someone or something to handle. but you still wouldn't blow it out, because you never could. you could never bring yourself to get rid of something that had such a grip on you or to see the damage of what a small thing sprouted to be. and in some shape and form, farleigh was single-handedly the best thing you had. to experience the love everybody was feral to find. if only you just didn't experience it with a stupid man. a stupid, stupid man.

but farleigh kept the flame small. in moments together, he was the one to keep it alive and well. you both not being together blew the flame to spread out of control. you couldn't keep it together, you needed him to help you, no matter how hurt it felt to say.

farleigh groaned and lolled his head back. “freak.” he called out before walking back to the front of the bar, where ruby was standing there, waiting for him. she smiled smugly before intertwining her hand with farleigh’s and walking back in.

you stood there. left alone. maybe it was time to burn out the flame.

..taglist: @fuckshitslover @themoonchildwhofell @khxna @flipsconhelado @nataliesfirefly @inglourious-imagines

[sst0rmm]

♡₊˚ a piece of you・₊✧

ft: isagi, rin.

notes: their habits and idiosyncrasies 🫧 𓇼 ೀ

part/series: 1.0 2.0

wc: 1809

yes i named this after the song u have to listen to it its utter perfection

makes me feel like the world is ENDING but you're in love, so it's okay ;)

taking a tiny baby little break from the in the mornings series to write this one (shameless plug, go check it out bcs rin and isagi r everything)

i have been gone for a while, SO SORRY life happened :(

god listening to the song makes me cry for a love (i never had)

okay isagi my lover's up first

isagi yoichi 💙🧿🫧

isagi will cook and clean and prep everything for your arrival back home. when he's not at a game, far, far away, with only the isolated moon as his company (he wonders how he ever slept alone in a bed before), he basically becomes a doting house-husband.

when you're about to come home, he'll have prepped everything and made everything as neat and perfect as he will. because in his heart, your happiness comes first.

if the sun didn't shine at your workplace, or wherever you were out, he'll bring the sun back home.

"you didn't need to do this- isagi-"

"i wanted to, baby." he holds a finger against your lips and gives you that soft, sweet, slow kiss that never hesitates to make your world spin and clouds disappear and a garden of love bloom in your heart.

"now, let's eat."

AGHAHAHGHAHGH house husband isagi is best isagi and i will not believe otherwise

this isn't the only thing he does...

isagi will also get in his little sentimental moods. he'll spend his days scouring images of you, walking around the house, and one time even smelling your shampoo.

it's a fondness that grows in the utter core of his being when he's with you, and without you, he feels a little alone. like a neglected plant in a vast, vast field, he'll grow again when he's with you.

and he's also a little frightened. you wouldn't believe that one of the best strikers in the world'd be frightened, but these inner voices that whisper in his mind, a hypnotizing siren's song, tell him "he's not good enough."

when you're not there, only the voices remain, eating at him from the inside.

after all, he's not the most athletic, the best technique. he just has his mind, and when that starts to fail, what else does he have?

you come home to no warm meal one night. rain plops steadily with a thunk-thunk noise on your roof, and you see isagi staring vacantly at an empty TV screen.

you call out his name, but he doesn't respond. keeps on staring at that TV, blank as can be. you feel a soft shiver down your spine, but you shake it off and creep on the couch next to him.

"isagi, are you-?"

you don't finish your sentence before he wraps you up in a hug. it's crushing, like if he lets go of you you'll leave, and he'll be surrounded by the torrent of his own emotions.

he'll drown in them.

blue eyes look down at you wide and you can see the tinge of anxiety.

"listen to me," because you've seen this mood many a time before, "you are good enough, isagi yoichi. the glue that holds the team together- it's you. you're perfect the way you are."

and the wan smile that he had on before explodes into a defeaning, perfect crescendo. isagi's real smile, reserved for truly joyous moments with his team or simply whenever he's with you, is blinding and beautiful to behold.

"thanks, y/n, i really needed that." now, he presses a soft kiss onto your lips, and you're met with the heady taste of chocolate (you glimpse discarded wrappers in the corner of your eye). his lips are so soft, so pillowy that you can feel your heart stop and your body become fully aware of him.

you melt against him, souls intertwined, then take him by the hand. "now, let's go make dinner."

oh my goodness okay okay isagi fever is real

next blue lock dream man is up!! (they're all dreamy perfect beautiful but still)

rin itoshi ˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✧°.💚

rin is caring, no doubt about that, but also a victim of his own genius. sometimes, he stays late at the field, practicing kicks and plays with undying fervor.

it's like a light has switched on his mind and it refuses to be switched off- it's hard to understand the inner workings of rin's mind, sometimes.

tonight is one of those days that he's just completely fired up. for whatever reason, he stays two hours after practice. no texts, no calls, and he leaves you staring at the clock anxiously. by now, dinner has gotten cold, and the only thing you can hear is the rhythmic tap of your fingers on the kitchen counter.

like, silence has never been so loud.

rin walks in around ten minutes later, face sweaty and hair a mess. he reaches out to hug you, but you decidedly step away and cross your arms.

you're a little bit more than mad. "where have you been?"

your boyfriend's brows furrow. "at the field, where else would i be?"

you scoff. it's not like you want to start an argument, but he needs to know where to draw the line. "well, i don't know. i called you like, three times but you didn't pick up."

"it's not the first time this happened," rin sighs, scratching the back of his neck, teal eyes downcast at the floor. normally, you would've left it at that, but you realize if you don't put your foot down now, this perpetual cycle of anxious worry will continue.

you gaze straight at his face pointedly. "yeah, it's not. which is why i'd like it to stop before it continues."

rin groans. "come on, y/n. i know i messed up, alright? i promise not to do it again."

"that's what you said the last time, and the time before that too." your voice is calm, measured, carefully controlled. then it breaks. "i'm just worried about you, rin."

he opens up his arms in search of another comforting embrace. you're not sure if it's more for you or for him. his teal eyes cloud over a little bit with sadness.

"i'm sorry, okay? i shouldn't have left you hanging like that."

"yeah, you shouldn't have."

"but-" rin's eyes alight with a determined fire, that very same fire he gets when he's on the field, that very same fire that can melt your heart into a puddle and make you weak in the knees, before he opens his mouth, "i'm done making excuses, y/n."

you don't even realize that you're crying until you look down and see the bottom of your, or rather rin's hoodie, slightly damp. rin's at your side in a flash, cupping your face with warm palms. the warmth of his skin on yours threatens to set your heart aflame.

"y/n, you're the end goal," he promises, while staring deep into your eyes. your vision is full of him- the slightly curved bow of his lips, hair pointing every which way, but most of all, his eyes, which seem to send an unspoken message to yours.

you can feel all your nerves sparking alight with the intensity of his gaze.

his lips press on yours decidedly, insistently, with no disguise of softness. you surrender immediately and throw your arms around him, and they nestle on the curve of his neck while he presses you flush against him.

it's electric, and you think you'll never quite have enough of rin itoshi. his tongue gently slides into your mouth, meeting yours, and you sigh.

"i love you. so much."

your head can barely come out of the kiss-induced daze. "i love you too," you respond, and the two of you melt against each other.

outside, the night is young, and the stars wink brightly down, as if to foreshadow a good omen. you smile against rin's lips and kiss him, this time is soft, sweet, and slow.

YESSS this made me rememberr how much i love writing on tumblr loll

you know what's coming next.. ;)

rin is also very possessive. maybe it's because he's used to getting what he wants, where he wants, when he wants it. especially in football, he basically always gets what he wants with how hard he works.

you were actually the exception to the rule- unlike the population of the rest of japan- you didn't fall for him at first sight. of course, that only made him love you more, and make the wait worth both your whiles.

anyways, if he sees another guy's hands on you, it's game over for the guy. in your case, your friend's slinging his arm around your shoulders while you two are walking down the street after getting coffee.

"and like, she totally cussed him out," your friend stage whispers, and you laugh.

"oh my god, really? but like-"

rin rounds the corner just then, smiling in a way that would be uncharacteristic to anybody else except for you. "hey, babe, i brought you some coffee-" then he sees your friend's arms around your shoulders, and his eyes darken.

your friend, however, doesn't seem to notice. "is that your boyfriend?"

before you can respond, rin interjects. "yeah. i'm her boyfriend." he says it so matter-of-factly, so aggressively, that you wonder how your friend doesn't realize rin's intentions.

because your friend probably doesn't have a death wish, and also because you don't want to see your boyfriend behind bars, you step out from underneath your friend's arm.

"hey, rin," you press your hands against his chest and peck him softly on the cheek. he relaxes, but instead winds an arm around your waist, pressing you close to his side. you almost blush in embarrassment at his clearly possessive behavior.

your friend seems to take the hint. "so, i'm just gonna go now..." you wave goodbye, while rin just looks at his retreating form with a glare.

secretly, you're kind of more amused than anything. also, it's kind of endearing to see how much he cares. you roll your eyes. "what was that all about?" knowing full well what it's about.

rin grumbles. "i didn't like his arm around your shoulders."

you bat his arm playfully. "so what? it's not like i'm dating him or anything..."

rin's eyes spark with that very same fire again. thankfully, you guys have moved past the stage of your relationship where rin would actually argue with you about this sort of thing. "that's right, cause you're dating me."

to prove his point, he presses his lips against yours and pulls you tight to him. he's only wearing a tank top, and you can feel the hard press of his muscles, warm through the thin fabric.

rin kisses like he plays football- all or nothing- and the heady, intoxicating sensation is enough to make you forget where you are, why you're there. a passerby wolf-whistles, but the two of you barely register it.

all you feel is the way your body slots perfectly against his, the sensation of his lips sending a wave of heat coursing through your body all the way down to your toes, and the soft press of his fingers, one on your cheek, the other rubbing soft circles on your hips.

then, he grins mischievously and pulls away, leaving you standing there for a second before clearing your thoughts and catching up to him.

"you did that on purpose," you complain. rin simply smirks as if to say i did, didn't i? and winds his arm around your shoulders this time, as the two of you walk forwards together into the sunlight.

YAYY THANKS SM for readingg

i lowkey forgot about this tumblr acc im not even gonna lie... life happens grrr but i'm back again!! divider creds today go to @attxnt tysmm 💖

(two more pics bcs y not lmaoo)

OK LOVE YOU ALL THANKS FOR READING! pls lmk who u might want me to write next in the comments :)

[onyxrosess]

You Have a Way With Words

vergil x reader

Hello! First time posting on tumblr, it’s definitely testing my patience- but here I am.

・warnings: n/a

( + cross posted on ao3)

The evening had dragged on, ever so slowly. It was to be expected when waiting for something— someone— time did move so terribly slow. Vergil had been gone most of the day, usually, jobs went fairly quick for him, as he is the strongest half-devil you know, and probably is the strongest half-devil. That being, he’s now been gone since 11:00 am, it’s now, you glanced over at the clock on the wall, 9:48 pm. And you are exhausted. Finding anything to do at the shop was a challenging task, there weren’t any books. Vergil didn’t even keep books, or well very many. You didn’t feel it would be appropriate to read his chosen literature, as it seemed quite personal to him. 

You’ve now retreated to your bed—Vergil’s bed. The neatness of the room was still a little alien to you. Not that it was just clean, there was practically nothing in his room. A dresser, two nightstands, a hook to hang his coat, and his large bed. That was it. Maybe it was instinct, a decorated room was a human trait. Though Vergil’s gotten better about his humanity, it is nowhere near perfect and never will be. You slithered under the comforter, laying on your side. Half of you wanted to tape your eyes open just in case Vergil got home so that you could greet him. The other half wanted nothing more than sleep. And one ended victorious, sleep.

It had only been an hour since you had fallen asleep, the silence of the building was not to be disrupted, especially by Vergil’s light steps. A habit he gained from the hells. However, the bedroom door opened with a prolonged squeak. Vergil’s eyes fell on your sleeping form, though he was not surprised. He had already been listening to your heartbeat from the other side of the door before making his entrance. Vergil momentarily propped up the Yamato against the wall as he methodically hung his coat on the hook attached to the drywall. Now walking over to his bed, which you are claiming one side of. Resting the sword against the nightstand, he sat down on the mattress. His weight made the mattress dip, and you remained unaware of his presence. Vergil’s first thought was how weak , but he was quickly overridden by human reason, reasoning he had been taught, especially by you and Dante. Vergil’s gaze settled on your features, ones he could barely see due to your position facing away from him. His hand, which still had his weathered gloves on, moved to grab a section of your hair, feeling it between his fingertips.

Maybe it was to check if you were real. Not many lowered their guard around him, well, those who knew of his strength. Regular civilians would always have their guard down, they were oblivious. But you who showed him patience granted it didn’t come without its respective frustration, but you still did it. You still trusted him, as stupid of a decision he thought it was at first: to trust blindly. Over time he realized it wasn’t blind, you saw something in Vergil he couldn’t see himself. His ability to be a man, and maybe you two had a different definition of a ‘man’, didn’t stop you from trying. Even when he would be covered in gore and carnage, and no regard for human life, you still saw him . It was buried down so deep there was only a sliver showing. But you knew it was there.

Your body shifted in your slumber, switching to the other side. The hand previously tangled in your hair quickly retreated, he observed your micro-movements. How your chest rose and fell slightly, your lips slightly parted. The dim lighting didn’t allow for many details of your face to show, but Vergil’s eyes saw you perfectly clear, thank you demon genetics. Vergil slipped his boots off before sitting up against a pillow on his bed, though you did slowly awaken. You didn’t see him at first, but you smelt him, it was nothing bad, it was just him. Something you had grown very accustomed to. His once cold blue eyes turned warm, at least that's what his gaze felt like on your skin. Vergil’s hands sat idly in his lap, “I apologize if I woke you.” You shook your head and pulled your body closer to him, “I don’t mind, I wanted to see you anyway.” Vergil didn’t respond, your head laid on the pillow next to where he sat. His eyes trained on your face and you couldn’t help but do the same. Admiring his sharp features, his eyebrows were more relaxed, and the shadow that they usually cast over his eyes was lightened. 

Vergil wasn’t extremely well versed in affection, barely versed at all. You settled for the small touches he gave you in private, it never extended beyond. You would usually wake up alone or Vergil faced away from you on the other side of the mattress. Though the man was very possessive, he rarely touched you. As if you were made of glass and the smallest thing could send you shattering. Regardless if you fought alongside him or he simply observed you, he would still treat you so carefully. Fighting your inner turmoil, you shifted your weight closer to him. Moving ever so carefully, lifting your head to lay on his thigh. Your actions were immediately met with his muscles tensing, yet again, he remained silent.

You didn’t dare move to look at his expression, admittedly feeling nervous, though if Vergil was not comfortable, he would have no problem voicing that. A few long seconds later, the muscles of his thigh slowly relaxed under your head, and you released a small breath that had been held captive in your lungs. Then minutes passed, and Vergil remained still, but calm, or so you hoped from the few clues you could gather together from your current position. Your eyes began to close shut once again, without your permission of course. 

A slow hand came to your hair, pushing the pieces back behind your ear. You couldn’t help but crane your neck up a little to maybe get a glimpse of Vergil’s face. His expression was blank as ever, till he caught your eyes. His lips twitched into a tiny smile, that was reward enough.  “What took you so long to get home?” You questioned, your neck still in an awkward position to see him. “I had an errand to run before returning home.” You hummed, he was being vague. Your heart told you he was being truthful, but your head said there was something else- no matter. He would tell you, or at least that's what you told yourself.

Resting your head back down comfortably on his lap, you pondered what his ‘errand’ was. He didn’t need to buy anything, he had food here and he wasn’t very materialistic. Maybe he was seeing someone . The thought made your chest burn, trying to put out the flames you tried to think rationally. Vergil and yourself were not officially dating, you know he cares about you. But the situation is so unique you don’t know if proper dating applies to him. But then again maybe he just needed to get off, he was human after all..well part human. The water you tried to pour on your fiery thoughts was not enough, and the heat from the raging flames morphed into jealousy. Was he with someone else? The thought of Vergil sharing the tender moments you have with him made you boil. 

Maybe Vergil heard your heart begin to beat faster, or maybe it's a demon’s 6th sense. One of his hands laid idly on your back, and you were quickly pulled out of the burning house that was your mind. “What's on your mind?” Vergil broke the silence of the room, you bit your tongue. You could not bear to admit jealousy over an imaginary woman you created in your head, it was ridiculous.  “Nothing, it’s stupid.” You turned your head farther away from his gaze,  “If it was nothing, you would not call it ‘stupid’” Vergil tested you, why must he be so nosey ?  You groaned, lifting a hand to cover your face.  “I’m…I’m just thinking too much, it’s fine.”

That answer was not sufficient enough for Vergil. His hand pried yours away from your face, though it wasn’t much of a struggle for him. He tilted your head with his hand towards his face, he was staring at you, and a couple of his white strands of hair fell out of their place.

“Tell me.” Vergil demanded, he wouldn’t just let it go. “I… I just was…” Jealous wasn’t the right word, what were you jealous of? Vergil was not exclusive to you.  “wondering what your ‘errand’ was, and… I thought you might’ve been with someone else.” Vergil’s expression was back to normal, a deep shadow cast over his eyes, his brows knitted together.  “I could tell you, but I’d prefer not to.”  Now you were fucking confused, what does that mean?  “If it would put your mind at ease, I would.” Vergil’s expression softened slightly. If he was so willing to tell you, maybe it wasn’t anything bad.  “No, it’s okay, I trust you.”  Your own words were not a lie, you did trust Vergil, with your life and your secrets. Vergil nodded, as his body relaxed against a pillow. Now you were curious, not as jealous anymore, maybe a little still. 

Vergil shifted now to laying down, so rudely making you move. He laid on his back as he stared at the ceiling, the air was beginning to feel thick with tension. You managed to scoot your body closer to him, your eyes following a muscle in his neck that twitched as he clenched his jaw. He moved his arm, making way for you to cling next to him. It wasn’t often he felt comfortable with contact like this, it was usually directed by you. Your head now rested on his chest, as it calmly rose and fell. 

Just like that, your worries slowly seeped out of your mind, discarding themselves. Everything felt like it was going to be okay. Even just for a moment, maybe just for tonight, but it was enough to make you smile. The comfortable warmth that radiated off of Vergil made your body lax, while his hand played with a strand of your hair gently.  “What are you smiling for?” Vergil asked, his fingers lacing through your hair, and before your brain could filter the words that slipped out your mouth, they went rouge;

“I love you, Vergil.”

“Foolish girl.”

Thank you for reading! - onyxroses

[ghcstao3]

getting into a relationship with ghost, and just getting into the lieutenant’s personal spaces in general, soap expects ghost to be in regular life as he is in the field—meticulous, organized, kept to himself in every way possible. before the first time soap is allowed into ghost’s room, he expects everything to be pristine and unnaturally neat, adhering to regulation because ghost is nothing if not an incredible soldier.

soap has never been more wrong about something in his life. and that’s saying something.

ghost keeps things strewn haphazardly about. not an article of clothing is folded, instead just balled up and shoved into the provided storage. the only thing kept semi-organized? ghost’s collection of knives, of course.

and it’s funny, because it’s everything soap is usually expected to be but isn’t, and realizing that makes him think that perhaps he shouldn’t have made the same kind of assumption for ghost others make for him. because apparently no one’s judgement is exactly sound.

when they move in together, just a place for when they’re on leave, ghost makes sure to keep his disorganization to himself, knowing soap’s own habits. he isn’t dirty, by any means—he cleans dishes and messes and his things are still spotless amidst his chaos—but he’s certainly not tidy, either. but soap’s alright with it, because they find balance.

and also because it’s the reason they’re able to make a place feel like home, feel lived in even when they go months without stepping foot in that same place. because ghost leaves out that part of his personality reserved only for those closest to him, and soap finds it endearing and charming in some strange way, even if he gets exasperated every time ghost complains he can’t find something when his cultivated piles of things are almost always to blame.

then by the end of learning the truth about how ghost navigates keeping his space? soap decides he wouldn’t ever have it any other way.

[honeybubblebeeeeee]

TW: established relationship, toxic relationship, Eren has a temper. angsty

inspired by a scene from the movie 'Priscilla'

(also send requests! i appreciate them they help smmmm with writers block <3)

Eren has a bit of a temper, he is always under constant stress with everything he is trying to do and accomplish. He sometimes has a habit of snapping on people around him, including you. Most cases it's hard to tell if he means it or not. He swears he doesn't mean it.

Eren was in his office in the home you shared. The one he asked you to move into so you would be closer to him, so he could keep you safe.

You were cleaning out his bags from his last couple month trip. He didn't tell you were he went, he couldn't. You understood in a way, if you didn't know you truly couldn't answer when asked and therefore would be safe.

You pulled out a jacket, and shook it to straighten it. A piece of paper fell from the pocket, floating to the ground. Your eyes trained on the folded paper. Slowly you bent down and hesitantly took the paper and dropped the jacket.

The smell of a woman's perfume wafted towards you as you unfolded it. A woman's neat writing marred the page.

Thank you for everything Ren. Meeting you is the best thing to happen to me. ~Mae <3

The note seemed like it could be innocent but the hearts and lipstick marks that covered the paper made your blood run cold as your body shook.

Slowly you stood and walked quickly towards his office, you ignored the closed doors that usually meant to leave him be and stormed up to him. As the doors opened he looked up from where he sat with his feet resting on the desk. Slowly he straightened, giving you a dirty look.

"Sorry I'm gonna have to call you back. Something's come up." Eren hung up the phone and looked up as you held up the note. "Now don't go imagining things."

You scoffed. "Like what? Mae? Ren?"

He sighed annoyed and pushed away from his desk, walking past you. "Look, I don't wanna hear it right now." He continued out of the office. "Well is there something you're hiding?!" Your voice broke as you followed him down the hall towards the bedroom you shared.

"I don't have a goddamn thing to hide! You're always being too goddamn aggressive and demanding!" He stopped in the middle of the room. "You know what? Maybe you should go back home for a little while."

Tears brimmed as he glared and you and walked into your closet. Panic settled into your chest. "What?! NO! I'm not going! I won't!"

He ripped down a suitcase from the top shelf. "Well I think you should! You know what I'll help you start packing!" Eren blew through the closet, ripping hangers of clothes off the rack and throwing them in your general direction as he screamed. "AY! Someone get Y/N a chaperone and get her out as soon as possible! She's going back home for a while!" Eren continued his terror through your closet. "HURRY UP!" He continued throwing items towards you.

You could do nothing but watch in horror as his temper took him over. Tears fell and slowly you sunk to the ground, picking up a few items as sobs started to loudly wrack your body. You could barely think as you kneeled on the floor, eyes blind with tears, trying to hastily fold the items. Sobs interrupted you from continuing as you closed your eyes and just let the cries come.

You hadn't even realized Eren had stopped. He kneeled down beside you and placed a hand on your arm. You sniffled, looking up towards him with tear stained eyes.

"I-I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean it. Are you okay?" A sob escaped you and he slowly stood, softly pulling you along with him. "Come on, come on baby, come here." He sat you on the bed, softly gripping your chin and turning your head towards him. You chest stuttered as you tried to hold back a sob, tears still fell rapidly as you looked at him.

"It's okay, I'm sorry. You need me." A soft smile crossed his face as he pulled you in. One arm wrapped around his neck and the other around your torso. He laid his head on your shoulder, kissing the bare skin that was visible.

You're body relaxed into a weird state of calm even though your mind reeled as the event but what could you say? He swears he didn't mean it.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

hey, may i please request domestic headcanons with zora, luck and yuno?

Hiya~! ^^

Of course! It's been a while since I've gotten anything domestic. Hope you like this!

Pairing: Zora x gn!reader, Luck x gn!reader, Yuno x gn!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Length: ~0.75k Genre: general/fluff

Zora

Zora is very good with housework. Which surprised you in the beginning, because he certainly didn’t look the part. But it turned out that he was more than familiar with doing things around the house.

The first time you had asked him to do laundry, you expected him to mutter something, or maybe even ask how does one do it, but he just uttered a “sure” and did as he was asked to do.

Late it turned out that he had had to learn how to do housework ever since a young age, which explained why he was so knowledgeable. And it was then that you realized that a lot of little things just ‘mysteriously’ had got done, without you doing them or asking someone to do them. Which meant that Zora had done them in passing.

It was a habit he had, doing things as they appeared and he got around to them, without a word. He never made them seem like chores in the sense that it would have been taxing to do them.

Little did you know, he found it .. nice, to be able to do chores, now that he had someone in his life. The idea of coming home to a neat house, was lovely. And he was damn sure that he was going to do his part in assuring that it’s take place; that the house was clean, the laundry and dishes were done.

He was also an excellent cook. But not in the sense that the food would have tried to be more than it was, just good, simple home cooking. Heart-warming food.

Yes, he was an excellent spouse, who had no issue taking care of the house.

Luck

Luck isn’t well versed with housework. He does know how to do the basic chores and how to clean, because he had to participate at the orphanage, but he’s not big on it. In fact, when he was still young, he broke more while cleaning than clean, which is why he was excused more often than not.

But after joining the Bulls, and being a part of the squad in making the Hideout into a home, he begun taking more responsibility with domestic chores. Which didn’t mean that he still liked them, but he did do his part.

However, he never fusses about chores. Yes, they are something that need to be done, but if you’re having a bad day, or he can just get a feel that doing housework is very taxing on that day, he’d do something fun with you instead. The dishes can wait. The dust can be swept on the next day.

And he will take care of his share too. He might not, still, be the best at housework, but he can cook simple food, he can dust and do laundry. He is able to do all the things that is required, but making life enjoyable is more important to him.

His goal is to make you laugh, and keep you happy. And sometimes he does bring you flowers after a cleaning day just to cheer you up.

You are the most important thing in his life.

Yuno

Yuno is able to handle all chores due to growing up in the orphanage, and he is very organized and meticulous about it, usually preferring to stick to a predetermined cleaning days in order to handle the chores.

Though in the Golden Dawn, he didn’t need to partake in them anymore. But in an odd way he misses it, even if only a little bit, because it was a part of his childhood. All of the kids, Sister Lily and Father Orsi just worked together to get the church cleaned. At the time it wasn’t particularly fun, but it grew to be a treasured memory nonetheless.

Especially since as Spade Royalty, chores aren’t exactly in his future either.

But he does stay very organized throughout his life, and at times you can catch him dusting something with his magic, even if he wouldn’t need to. It’s just a little quirk of his.

Once he surprises you at a trip to the country side, where he has rented a small cottage for the two of you, and he cooks for you. Just because he can. And it’s like you two were living quiet, simple life, even if for only that trip.

He finds joy from little things, along with being able to chase his dreams; which include a life with you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for shitting in the upstairs toilet?

And for the record this isn't a big relationship ending fight, just want to have a funnier AITA ask and I'm curious about my sibling fight. But my sister does get pissed at me lol

So, I (23,nb) am home for the holidays and my sister (22) keeps telling me I have to poop downstairs because she hates when the bathroom smells like shit. For context, I think it's funny to share when I have to take a major dump (not every time) because it bothers her (she calls me gross) and my mom (it's not polite) but otherwise there's not anything special about my shitting habits. I leave the bathroom clean, wash my hands, my shit smells no worse than average, no ibs, etc. She also shares the upstairs bathroom with our brother (18) so it's not like she's used to having it to herself.

I refuse to use the downstairs toilet because I'm worried people are judging how long I'm in there?/ listening to me because it's next to the kitchen and living room where people watch TV and I like privacy when I'm doing my business. So I use the upstairs one also it's usually closer since it's near our bedrooms.

More info I can think of: my sister doesn't exclusively shit downstairs but she insists her shit doesn't smell (wrong, I've used the bathroom after her before, also not a big deal everyone poops™️). She also isn't a neat freak, she leaves clothes in the bathroom and hair she's pulled out of the brush all over the floor which is more annoying imo. She doesn't make my brother shit downstairs tho I'm sure she'd prefer it even tho his bathroom etiquette is way worse (he doesn't even flush his shit and leaves toilet paper on the plunger IF he uses it) but I assume it's bc he doesn't announce his shitting habits like I do haha. I'm also the only one who doesn't live at home (out of state college) so both my sister and brother are always sharing a bathroom and not just for the holidays but I do have my own room here. We don't have poo-pourri and I'm not spending $10-15 when I can just shit in MY bathroom and I do crack a window and stuff.

Tldr: AITA for shitting upstairs when it's the closest/what I'm most comfortable with even though my sister doesn't like when the bathroom smells, like it's a bathroom?

What are these acronyms?

[blackbeeno3569]

It's like a concept story but more for... concepts of characters than the actual story. I have to find out who Manny is. There are some things to be cleared out about those two as well. It's unfinished. And maybe it shouldn't be published at all - but what do I know, maybe someone will say or ask something that will spark a new idea. Or sometimes I just need to stare at these concept texts long enough before the idea arrives and things get their final form... Whatever it is, have some really, really melodramatic tale.

For a while as I don't think this will stay here forever.

MOONLIGHT

It was a peaceful night, not different from any other. Pitch had returned home quite early, long before dawn. It felt like the fearlings could do the rest of the job alone, while he had a promise to keep. 

Hazel was waiting for him in the hills, maps of the night sky neatly folded in her pockets. The sky was clear, a perfect night to learn a bit about its magic. 

There were ways to weave a starshine, ways to claim the darkness for one’s own… He helped her practice, both enjoying the calm joy of work well done. 

Hazel just let the starry glimmer dance around her, harmless, merry incantation, when she frowned, looking up at Pitch. 

“I… I don’t feel well…” 

“It seems you’re doing everything right,” he raised an eyebrow. But before either one of them could say anything more, the Apiarist gasped for air, fainting. 

It was so sudden, so without warning, that he barely managed to catch her. 

Just moments ago there was nothing wrong with her. Now without any explanation she laid limp against him, barely breathing. And Pitch felt a panic creeping to his thoughts, as he was desperately trying to help her, to understand what just happened. Every second felt like an hour as he couldn’t wake her up.

The moonlight was impossibly bright, encapsulating a scene of profound fear - the kind even Pitch wouldn’t be able to conjure from nothing. 

“There’s nothing to worry about, old friend.” 

That voice. 

Smooth and friendly. The voice that ringed with fine teacups, rich brownies and silky words. 

“You…” the Boogeyman breathed out slowly, turning around with a pounding heart. A small figure in moonlight smiled. 

“Don’t worry,” he repeated, “I’m here just to set things right.” 

With those words Man in the Moon approached them and Pitch Black, with Hazel in his arms, instinctively made a step back. 

“After all those years,” he said, his voice trembling - with hate, with despise and with fear, “what more do you want from me? Didn’t you break me enough? Didn’t you take enough from me?” 

Manny nodded in agreement, shortening the distance between them with light steps no one would really expect from this small, chubby spirit. “Oh I did, Pitch. And I almost got the world into the shape I wanted. Clean, clear, black and white neatly divided,” he spoke, gesturing that neat division, his tone just as light, seemingly oblivious to the terror within the dark spirit. “Almost. But you, you have an ugly habit of ressisting,” his words drew a degree colder, more menacing, “The old spirits coming back? Turning my Guardians into your allies? Blurring completely the line between Good and Evil? I can’t have that.” 

With a swift slash of his arm, Man in the Moon drew something from her. A glow that encircled them, eventually becoming a ring of intricate patterns, bright against the dark night. Pitch had seen such a thing just once in his long life. And now he tightened his grip on her, as if protecting her soulless body could change anything at all. 

“She is… such an unexpected circumstance,” Manny said quietly, “and she flipped the tables here. But you have a role to play, Pitch, and I won’t let you escape it.” 

An old, familiar anger made its way forward through the haze of panic and darkness around Pitch grew thicker. “A role?,” the Boogeyman snarled, “I was fine going without it for ages! The world was fine! No one gave you the right to play god, Manny! To destroy my life and countless others on your whim!” 

The spirit of belief chuckled. What a pleasant noise. 

“Careful, careful, or she might sleep over a thousand years,” he smirked, absolutely sure that he had an upper hand, “We are creatures of belief, Pitch! And belief is a gift from mankind. It makes us in debt. I’m only settling this debt by moulding our world in their favour… It’s fair, you see. But you don’t need to understand…” Manny looked at him with a smile, almost warm, “it doesn’t matter what you think, if you’d be back in your place. And luckily, I know how to fix that.” 

A cold grip grasped Pitch’s heart as he watched Manny’s gaze land on Hazel. 

“Don’t,” he whispered, knowing he’s only begging now, humiliated and terrified, but he couldn’t stop himself: “Please don’t hurt her…” 

“I told you. I won’t. I’ll fix the things.” 

Before Pitch could do anything, Manny raised a hand and the patterns around them started to shift, his power running through them as a golden arrow, reorganising the whole image.

“Belief, Pitch,” Manny said, watching the Boogeyman with a satisfied smile, “is fascinating. Hers consists of the human belief, sure, that much she deserves, but also of yours… and that’s… an anomaly. I’ll fix that pattern, I’ll weave you out to the place where you truly belong… And have her then, if you must. But in an appropriate way.” 

“Appropriate… way?” Pitch’s voice cracked as he could barely breathe. The magic around them was mesmerising and making him feel completely helpless. 

“You are the villain of this world, Boogeyman,” Manny reminded him cheerfully, “you used to be good at it.” 

The light faded, the magic disappeared. 

The Man in the Moon was gone. 

Hazel moved slightly in his arms and Pitch lowered her on the grass quickly, helping her to sit. 

“Hazel!”

She opened her eyes finally, catching her breath, she looked at him and screamed in fear.

—

That scream cut through him like a blade. She pushed herself away from his reach, watching him with wide eyes filled with terror. And Pitch knew exactly what she saw - what almost everyone saw the same throughout the history and he usually revelled in that. But not now, not with her.

Man in the Moon erased his belief from what made Hazel… well, Hazel. And with it her memories of him were gone, too. Because without Pitch, nothing was left of those three past years that would make any sense at all.

Hazel looked up at him and all she saw was the Boogeyman, the very embodiment of fear itself. She didn’t know why she was there or where this there was, she had no idea why this… shadow was there… She was scared. 

“Hazel,” the shadow called her and she recoiled even more from him, clutching the grass in her hands as if the real cold ground could save her. It wasn’t even her name. 

“Get away from me!” 

And he did pull back and for some reason she didn’t understand he wasn’t menacing that much. Instead she could see him flinching back in pain, deep sorrow mirroring in his golden eyes. But whatever was happening to that… being… every fibre of her body was screaming danger at her. 

“You don’t remember me, do you,” the shadow said sadly. All she got herself to do was to shake her head, her mind trying desperately to find an escape. 

“I’ll go now, if you want me to,” he continued quietly, “but I don’t want to harm you. I would never harm you…” 

She leaned forward a little, finding a bit of courage then: “Then leave me be…” 

And to her surprise he nodded, standing up over her and eventually disappearing in the darkness. And the woman, whose name wasn’t Hazel, trembled finally, confused and lost and feeling like she just barely survived. 

Not that far away, but safely hidden in the darkness and distance, the spirit of fear leaned his back against a tree, shaken to his core by a loss he feared the most in his life. And for a first time in ages and ages he did what not even the Guardians ever made him do, not even in his worst times… He cried. Because for once he really didn’t know what to do and if there was any hope left at all. 

—

She was completely lost. She had survived that night and saw the morning come, but her memories were a blur and she felt like missing a half of herself. Where was she and why? The last thing she could remember was standing on a cliff, not seeing any reason to live. What happened next? After that there was just darkness and a strange feeling, that there should be more. That this darkness was covering voices, people and things, something she couldn’t reach.

Her last memories were terrible, devastating. Her 

home destroyed, her only child gone… But where a striking pain should be, driving her insane, there was just numbing melancholy. As if a long time passed, as if she had already found her peace with what had happened. But when and how? She couldn’t remember.

And then there were those bees. Otherworldly black bees that not only seemed to love to sit in her hair, they seemed to be born there, circling around her in swarms. The worse she felt, the more of them were there, reacting to her thoughts. Did she really get insane? Was she hallucinating things? Would she realise that if it was the truth?

She climbed the hills down, finding a town. It seemed like a good idea to find more people, to make some sense out of all this. But it made things only worse. The bees apparently made everyone around just miserable and yet no one noticed them and no one noticed her. As if she was completely invisible.

Then a person walked through her and then she finally understood. She either got completely mad… Or she wasn’t a part of this world anymore.

So she left the town again, looking for a hideout in the forest. 

Every step of the way, unseen and unheard, but she still knew somehow, a loyal shadow followed her everywhere, wondering if there was still a way to help her.

—

Pitch found her there, in the tranquillity of nature. He had to talk with her, even though he knew it would be difficult. He called her name quietly and she turned around in alarm. But she wasn’t as scared as before. Instead her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Who are you?” 

Her voice was filled with caution and a silent warning. The bees around her ready to heed her command to attack. She might not understand her powers, yet, but they were a natural extension of her will anyway. 

He could feel her fear and he sighed: “I am the Boogeyman. And my name is Pitch Black.”

 She raised an eyebrow and a small smile tugged at her lips: “Isn’t that more of a description than a name?” 

It was her. Somewhere deep inside there had to be her still. 

“Sort of,” he nodded with a shade of smile himself, “that’s how names once worked.” 

It seemed like she deemed his answer… sufficient. The fear was still there, but so was curiosity, now. 

“And why does it seem to be so sad to be you, Pitch Black?” she tilted her head, her hands still controlling her bees. 

“I’ve lost something,” he said quietly, “something precious. I hope you can help me find it.”

“I’ve lost more,” she retorted, startled by the idea that he could want something from her, “and I want nothing from you.”

—

“You don’t sleep well.”

Statement. Not a question.

He appeared one evening in the shade of the trees and she wasn’t that scared anymore. Instead she was starting to be angry.

What should she do to get rid of this scary shadow?

“These will help,” the Boogeyman handed her a glass filled with herbs. 

“Why should I trust a single word you say?” she narrowed her eyes, though taking the glass from him.

Pitch Black gave her a sad smile and said: “That depends. Do you trust yourself?” 

She raised an eyebrow and he continued: “You’ve picked them, not me. Around the solstice.”

The herbs seemed familiar, safe, she knew what kinds of plants those were. But that was all. “You’re telling me I picked those six weeks ago? I don’t remember that. Or why you know it, why you would have them or why you would know anything about my sleeping…” she talked with frustration, “It’s insane.” 

Insane. Fitting word, he thought. 

“Three weeks ago I promised you to go for a night walk in the hills with you. To show you some new tricks… After all, you’ll still have the star maps in your pockets,” he answered quietly, “You took them in the library in the morning that day.” 

Three weeks ago things were fine. More than fine. Until Man in the Moon decided to start another one of his sick games. Three weeks ago we woke up together, we made love and then you left with a for your day and welcomed me with another one in the night, but I won’t describe you that, he thought wearily. Everything that followed was hell. 

“But something… happened there, someone attacked you and took you away from me.” And I’m lost since then, he continued for himself. I’m torn apart because just once in my life I’ve let myself to really care about someone and now, without you, without the real you, I don’t know how to go on.

“Three weeks ago…” she exhaled, “a few days… I lived a completely different life?” 

He simply nodded. Yes, different. The real one. The true one. 

She took a breath and closed her eyes, her need to clear that mess way stronger than her fear for that moment. “I remember my mortal life… and… the grief, guilt and hopelessness…” 

He nodded. “Your son.”

 She’s going through that pain again, at least to some degree, he realised. That was a whole another reason to hate the Moon. 

She didn’t ask how he knew. “The cliff… I had to die there, because then there is just darkness. And then me here, in this existence, days ago.” 

“You’re missing three years between the cliff and now,” he said.

She snapped her eyes open in disbelief: “Three years?”

 ——

In the end she let him do what he asked for: to simply walk with her, to stay near. Whatever really happened to her, Pitch Black seemed to have some answers and she was starting to believe that he was telling the truth, at least mostly. She still didn’t understand why, but for whatever reason the Boogeyman seemed to care.

It was better than being alone. And that undertone of sorrow in his eyes dimmed the fear she felt anyway. He seemed lost in a way, too, and that was something they shared.

He talked to her about a world of spirits and magic and belief and her role in it and though it all made sense, she still wasn’t sure. But if she really got insane, it seemed like quite a neat insanity. A bearable one. 

And there was something about him, like a déjà vu. 

One dark night she shivered, pulling her cloak closer. 

“Afraid of darkness?” he asked with undeniable surprise.

“It’s a strange night,” she shrugged. 

He shot her an unreadable glance and then he said: “Give me your hand.” 

And… she did. Hesitantly, but she did. What he showed her was pure magic. He took her hand in his own, her palm open to the sky. “Focus on light and breath.” A soft sphere of light appeared over their joined hands, shimmering with calming brightness. It wasn’t her powers, nor his - it was a spell. Something that they conjured together and she felt like she could do it even alone, as if she once knew how to do that. 

She watched the light with awe, but there was something more intensive. The warmth of his palm, his touch gentle, new and yet strangely familiar. There was something in that touch he couldn’t hide: an intimity and thirst, soft, but still there. And something in their proximity that made her heart race. 

She pulled her hand back, terrified by sensation she didn’t understand. What was it about this strange shadow next to her? 

“What do you want from me?” she exhaled but didn’t wait for an answer. 

The light disappeared. Pitch didn’t move at all. He let her run away to darkness, feeling nothing but despair and helplessness. He just slowly sat down on the ground, knowing there’s nothing else to do but wait. It was one of the first spells she had ever learnt. She was Hazel and she wasn’t at the same time. 

But… she did come back, eventually. She found him where she left him, patiently waiting for her return. What she felt… it wasn’t him pushing her anywhere she understood in her dark loneliness. It was her own longing, too… For connection, for safety… For something thrilling and exciting and yet calming in a way, hidden in him. 

She knelt down next to him and reached out for his hand. He took it, not without a caution, waiting for her to do or say something.

“Say my name,” she asked, as if looking for anything, for a clue to help her unravel this conundrum. 

‘You’ve never told me,” he answered, knowing she doesn’t remember him giving her her name. And he really didn’t know her first, mortal one.

She shook her head: “The one you know.” 

He looked at her with wide eyes, his fingers tightening their grip around hers. For that moment the intimidating aura of the Boogeyman was gone and he simply seemed vulnerable and hopeful and scared, all at once. His other hand reached out, cupping her face with unexpected tenderness and she shivered under that touch, but not because of fear. 

“Hazel,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes, letting the sensations come to her. The sound of that name, the name that had a history and meant something, though she didn’t know what, the sound of his voice, that called her with desperate longing, the warmth of his touch on her cheek… “Say it again,” she said and he obeyed.

And though she remembered nothing, she understood and believed at least something. But still, she had to be  sure.

Absolutely sure.

She simply had to know.

“Kiss me.”

Pitch’s breath hitched in his throat as that could be the key or an absolutely terrible idea and there was no way to find out but to try it. And so he leaned closer and kissed her.

It was heartbreaking because he remembered the warmth between them before and now, he could feel her thrill and curiosity, but that was all. She was testing a hypothesis, that was it. And he longed for much, much more.

As they broke the kiss, Hazel reached her hand, caressing his hair and looking at him with new understanding: “You really love me, don’t you.”

“I do.”

“And I… I’ve loved you, haven’t I.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, grateful for her realisation and yet shaken by the distance in her voice: “Yes, Hazel. You have.”

—

The days were flowing by and they never returned to it. It felt like a strange silent truce, like an interplay. 

The Boogeyman was always close enough, she knew that he was never further but a call away. And every day he was there to walk with her, to talk with her, to share a part of the day with her. Never too far - and never too close.

And Hazel simply didn’t know what to do with that new truth she had discovered. So he loved her and she loved him once. Fine. But that brought more questions than answers, really. Was it real and healthy, what they had? Or was it different, something darker? Was the story about her lost memories true or was it only supposed to look that way, to give them a fresh start on something that didn’t go well first? She wasn’t scared of him anymore, not really. But she was suspicious and wary. 

The fact that she couldn’t tell the truth from a lie was grating her nerves to no end. There was nothing left of her, only fragments not making any sense together. She was a spirit of despair, that was clearly real - but was she there for good or for evil? Should she listen to Pitch Black when he talked about her powers or should she be afraid of manipulation?

She felt something for him, or at least once she did. That was undeniable. But what kind of love was that, if it was love at all?

And what happened to her in the past that the losses of her mortal life weren’t as painful as they should be? What did she lose or gain of herself? 

The Boogeyman was treating her decently and didn’t give her any more fuel to her suspicions. But he was an ancient magical being - he could be a tremendous liar, for all she knew.

Hazel - and that was the only thing she was certain about, this name felt fitting for this life - was lost and day by day her inner pain only grew. Not knowing who she was meant that she didn’t know what direction she should take. The only soul giving her any answers was unreliable and her feelings towards him ambivalent, to say the least. 

She felt fragmented, spilled into pieces, unable to collect them. Day by day a need grew within her, a need to make a decision. To risk and choose what to believe.

She had to decide what and who she was.

—

There were dozens of proofs that he wasn’t lying, not completely. They had to live together for some time. When they walked together, their pace was just right, he never walked too fast or too slow. He was at ease with her bees, knowing more about them than she did. And sometimes, in lighter moments, he seemed to forget of her condition for a while. Like when he started to tell her a story and then stopped himself without a second thought: “I’m repeating myself.” That made her smile: “No, not to me. Not now.” Such a thing would be hard to lie about. It looked more like he would love to forget, that he would love the things to be  the way they were.

However even those moments of levity only add to her ache. Because if they really used to have something genuine, then it meant that her loss was only that more profound… —

One evening the small fire was crackling between them and Hazel watched him thoughtfully. Something new was creeping out in her, a seed of decision. 

The shadows grew longer and Pitch stood up, getting ready to leave. His duty was calling.

“Have a good night, Hazel,” he nodded at her. It was painful to leave her here every day and yet it was something he was looking for. To leave meant a relief from being with her and not being with her at the same time.

But tonight she raised as well, closing the distance between them in a few steps. She was tired. Tired of doubts, tired of questions without answers and tired of being lost. And too broken to collect herself alone.

“You said you won’t ever hurt me.”

He looked at her, startled.What was happening with her?

“I won’t.”

She looked him in the eyes and what he could see in hers was pure despair… and resignation.

“Then lead the way,” she said silently, “I can’t drag this game out any longer…”

It felt like madness. To give in, to simply do that one more step, resting her forehead against his chest, just not to be lost alone anymore. 

To let the Boogeyman’s darkness dictate the new rules of her life. (How was she supposed to know she had done that once before, on that cliff?) Might he be the threat, he at least offered some certainty.

 She didn't trust him, but she was broken enough to give up.

To his infinite terror Pitch Black realised that he will have to fight both for her memories and her freedom from his own power. 

Because the darkness that defined him so well wasn’t anything metaphorical. It was the manipulative, commanding nature of fear itself and he could feel it instantly. The relief that she was here, finally, mixed with the urge to simply keep her there. The blurred line and easy slip between belonging with and belonging to. 

It was tempting and it would be incredibly easy to secure her from leaving by twisting their once equal bond to something way darker. After all, they had always walked on the edge there. Somewhere in the undercurrent she did love him for leading the way and for the strength she could rely on. And he loved her for her devotion, finding infinite relief in knowing she’ll always be there - but it all used to be subtle, hidden under the surface. It used to serve them for the better, strengthening their love. It wasn’t the main force to bind them. 

With an icy clarity he thought that Man in the Moon supposed this to happen, that was why he did what he did to her. He was sure the creature of darkness the Boogeyman was would never be able resist this chance to claim her broken soul. Not when he wanted her as much as he did. 

That much of a monster he saw in Pitch. 

That was a trap he relied on. 

“More description than a name.” Indeed, Pitch thought, realising the cruel irony of the whole situation. Once he could easily rely on her strength to keep things in line - but now she was so exhausted that she couldn't resist. He despised himself even for knowing that, when he held her.

If you want me to be Hazel, then I’ll be Hazel, she thought wearily. I’ll be whatever you want, whatever you are telling me I should be… just if I can hide myself here with you. Just if I can let you solve some of that chaos within me, because I lack the strength. 

She expected the dark, fearsome spirit to take over her fragmented, broken life with ease and authority. She was ready to let him, to yield. She wasn’t prepared for him to hold her firmly but as if he was afraid that she was too fragile. It was surprising to hear his cautious, silent, sincere words, when he answered her:

“I can’t lead the way for you… But we’ll find it together, Hazel. We always do.”

She didn’t think of weakness though. It was the first time when she let herself truly believe that everything he said was true. That he genuinely cared and really loved her and there was nothing else but that.

—

He stayed until she fell asleep and then he left anyway. It was necessary. It was a healthy thing to do.

He was striding through the night, the tension within him rising with every step. She seemed relieved somehow and yet he knew that he was leaving her in the middle of the turmoil of her situation. It was just bearable when he was by her side, but the pain didn’t vanish.

And he knew that he had the power to let it vanish.

That pain could take her away in the end. There was no guarantee, he could lose her for good.

And he had the power to keep her by his side.

He could probably tell himself tales of protecting her, of keeping her safe. Maybe he could believe them one day even. And she would be safe and at peace… and stripped of the right of choice.

The darkness kept whispering, but Pitch had an efficient way of a reality check. She might have been broken and weak, but there was another Hazel, his Hazel, living in his head, that he could talk to. What would she say or do, if she knew?

“I would tear you apart, that’s what I’d do,” he could almost hear her chuckle, “obedient and docile, that’s not what I would choose, is it?”

“Probably not,” he had to admit, “though you once did. At that cliff.”

“And you still let me decide there. You didn’t force my hand. I knew everything I needed to know.”

He sighed. That was true. He didn’t manipulate her there, not in such a way. But then… He didn’t really care about her pain. And he wasn’t afraid to lose her. He was desperate then, but not in the same way as now.

“What if you won’t remember, Hazel?,” he asked quietly, “what if you’ll stay in this shattered, painful state, what if you’ll… never love me again? What if we won’t be able to find what we had again, as everything is so different?”

He could almost see her long gaze before she would smile: “And what are you missing to charm me again, my love? Our slightly heartless deal, us being caught in two wars at once, me half insane of grief?”

“You’ll be just fine, Pitch. And I’ll be fine, too. I’ve survived worse.”

The tide of darkness was gone, he could breathe in more freely. Just the sorrow was harder to cast away. 

“I miss you, Hazel.”

“I’m just over there, by the fire, Pitch. Unwell, but it’s still me. I didn’t go anywhere. You only need to look better.”

He had to look back over the shoulder, where the dying flames flickered among the trees. For you, he thought. I’ll try to see the real you again.

(unfinished)

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Trying!Series Part Three: Thirty Days - Will Trent x Reader

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Trying!Series:

Part One: Notions - Seeing you with a baby opens Will up to a future he never contemplated.

Part Two: Trying - You and Will struggle to give each other what you really want, causing friction in the relationship.

Thirty days.

That’s how long Will has been undercover as Bill Black.

It’s a deep cover operation, one that he wishes he wasn’t uniquely qualified for but that’s the way the chips had fallen. One minute he’s sitting in a doctor’s office, preparing to deliver his sample and the next he’s being read in by the DEA. The timing’s not convenient but he wouldn’t have agreed if there were any other option.

He thinks about you as he lies upon a lumpy mattress, pretending to be a man that he’s not. He’s spent the majority of his life feeling isolated, always being on the outside. It’s only in the past couple of years that’s changed and that’s thanks to both you and Faith. The two of you are grounding forces in his life and now he feels untethered, adrift.

It’s late and he’s on the way back to his dingey little apartment, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket when he walks past a working girl on the corner. They’re everywhere in this neighbourhood, people are just trying to make ends meet, feed their families.

“You looking for some company tonight handsome…”

He would know your voice anywhere and sure enough when he looks up there you are in black shorts that barely cover your ass and fishnet tights that definitely do a little something for him. Black lace peeks over the top of the white, almost translucent vest top that you’re wearing. Your eyes are dark with black liner, your lips accentuated with a bold red.

“I might be, sugar.” He drawls as he leans in close, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “What do I get for a hundred?”

The scent of your perfume floods through his system, the sweet aroma of orange blossoms and for the first time since this case started, he can feel the essence of himself returning.

“The ride of your life.” You tell him with that sultry pout of yours.

He laughs because everytime with you feels just like that.

It isn’t until you’re in his apartment that the pretext falls away. You take in your surroundings as he locks the door behind you. He keeps it as neat as your home, clean lines, no clutter. The thing about Will is, he’s institutionalised, the habit beaten into him from a young age. It plays well into the character of Bill Black.

You study him when he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, he looks tired, wrung out. It’s hard becoming someone else, living their life and abandoning your own. The thing about this operation, there’s no end in sight, it takes as long as it takes. You reach out, cupping his chin and guiding his gaze up to meet yours.

“I see you, Will Trent.” You say softly as your thumb ghosts over his jawline.

“Do you have it with you?” He asks you.

Your thumb hooks the gold chain around your throat, withdrawing it from your cleavage. His wedding ring hangs on the end of it. He captures it in his palm, clasping it between his thumb and forefinger before using the chain to draw you into his lap.

“When I’m with you, I want it to be as your husband.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes.

His hands are gentle as he reaches around the nape of your neck and gently undoes the chain. The ring slips off into his palm before slides it back onto its rightful place.

“Now sugar.” He murmurs, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “Where were we?”

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