#observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

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Hey, do you have any slasher X reader where the reader loves baking?

Slashers with Reader That Loves Baking

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, & Stu

A/N: Hmm... I don't think I do. Looks like I need to whip up another fic. Here you go!

Freddy Krueger

Although Freddy doesn't need to eat, he'll try anything you make him!

He's happy that you have a hobby that you enjoy during the day

He's even happier that he gets to taste the results

Whenever you visit him, he makes sure the dream world has a kitchen for you in case you want to make something while you're there

You're more inclined to bake there anyways because Freddy can get you just about any ingredient your heart desires

When you do make items, Freddy switches into his "Kiss the Cook" apron and matching hat

He may not help you with the baking, but he still expects kisses while you work

He'll stand beside you, just observing everything you do

He doesn't ask too many questions either, he just likes seeing you relaxed

Once the treats are ready, he literally stabs a few onto his knifed glove and eats them off of it

There hasn't been a single thing you've made that he hasn't enjoyed

Michael Myers

Michael is pretty neutral with your enjoyment of baking

He tends to his hobbies, you tend to yours

He doesn't feel like there needs to be any crossover of sorts

However, he won't deny you when you ask him to try things

And if you need help accessing the top shelf, he'll help you out

He secretly has a big sweet tooth, and your warm smile influences him to try everything (he'd be dead before he admitted it though)

He has a pretty basic taste in sweets too

He enjoys the majority of the cookies, cakes, and breads you've made

He isn't a big fan of pie or dried fruits though

If you make a batch of anything, he'll try a bite if you ask, but that'll be it

You're always certain he's just trying to be polite

But whenever you wake up in the morning, half the tray is gone

Michael will just shrug it off of course

But it's pretty obvious he enjoys your treats

Jason Voorhees

He absolutely loves that you bake!

To be fair, he'd love literally anything you do that makes you happy, but baking reminds him a lot of his missed childhood

You've made a couple things already that reminded him of stuff his mother used to make, and it almost brought him to tears

He doesn't really get sweet cravings like he did when he was younger, but he will never say no to trying something of yours

He also enjoys decorating some of the treats too

His large hands tend to fumble a bit, and nothing comes out as good as yours, but he's having fun, and that's what matters most to you both

His favorite thing is coming home after a long day to the smell of baked goods and to see you casually mixing ingredients together

You just seem so content, and it gives him a taste of what domestic life is like with you

He'll always come over to greet you with a hug, not caring if you're covered in flour

And once he's gotten cleaned up, he just sits at the table out of the way, watching you

He especially loves when you talk to him while baking

It just makes him all warm inside

Thomas Hewitt

He never really grew up with home baked goods like yours before, so it feels like literal heaven when he smells the sugar in the air

He likes walking up and peering over your shoulder, trying to see what you're doing

He also just likes hanging out with you in case you need help with anything

If your arms ever get tired from mixing or kneading, you know who to ask

If you let him, he'll take little tastes of the batters, predicting how much he's going to like them once they're done

(It's always a 10/10)

If it's sweet, he likes it

There's never been anything you've made that he didn't eat almost all of in one night

He loves if you make enough for the whole family too!

He's a bit hesitant to help decorate, and even more so to help add ingredients

But if you ask, there's no way he'd be willing to say no

Bubba Sawyer

He adores your baking!

He absolutely has no idea what you're doing half the time, but he's happy about it all the same

You've got to be careful with this one though

Because if you even turn around for a second, the batter is gone

Same goes for when the treats are cooling

If you leave the kitchen, they'll be gone within just a couple minutes

You have no idea how he manages to do it

At least he's showing you just how much he loves your bakery?

But besides that, he's a great hand to have in the kitchen

He can mix and mix for days

And he's always there to help hand you whatever you need

Just don't trust him with the powders unless you want a white, dusty kitchen

He's also not the best around the hot oven, having burnt himself a handful of times

It's kind of like having a helpful but clumsy child in the kitchen with you

But he's so sweet you can't bare to tell him to leave

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms never grew up with many sweets in the house

So having his own baker at home is like feeding a starving man

And with Brahms, you can imagine how that goes

Will come to you almost every day with a new treat he is craving

In fact, he even added to the rules list that you needed to make him a bedtime treat or else he refuses to go to sleep

You love baking of course, so it's not a problem, but some of his requests are absurd

A pie covered in chocolate ice cream smooshed with cookies and drizzled with brownie batter might be a bit much for a midnight snack

But you honestly did it to yourself

The moment he tasted your treats, there was no going back

And be careful when the sugar rush hits

He's ready to bounce off the walls with you in tow

Norman Bates

Norman has always been one for domestic hobbies

So the fact that you're a baker makes him feel so cozy and warm

Waking up to fresh muffins with his tea, coming home to a plate of brownies, and even being woken up in the middle of the night to some wild cookie recipe all makes Norman so happy

Jokingly complains that you're fattening him up

He's honestly a pretty good baker himself, although he argues that his skill is nowhere near as good as yours

But there have been a handful of times he prepare his own treat beside you in the kitchen, and it always came out amazing

And because of his experience, he's happy to give a lending hand when you need

If you're making something you know by heart instead, then he's still there beside you, keeping up with the dishes so you don't have to tend to a mess later

Norman enjoys whatever makes you happy, and is eager to learn even more about what you love too!

Billy Loomis

He's pretty chill about it at first

He thinks it's a cute hobby, but doesn't know much about it himself

However, the first time he was actually there with you watching you work and tasting what you made...

He really gained a better perspective on it

He can see the hard work and true enjoyment you put into the hobby, and this makes him appreciate it more

He's not huge on sweets, but seeing you put all of this together for him makes it impossible to deny them

Will be brutally honest if he likes something or not, but there's truly only been a couple times he actually didn't like what you made

Will occasionally sit on the counter beside you and just ask basic questions

"What does this thing do?" "How long does it need to sit there?" "Is there a difference between folding and mixing?"

You always smile at him since his genuine curiosity is cute

Plus, it shows he's trying to learn more about what you do

Will definitely stand behind you and rest his head on your shoulder while you work

Stu Macher

You love to bake? Well, Stu loves to eat

Match made in heaven in his eyes

He honestly is surprised by the amount of effort that it takes to whip up a simple cookie or cupcake

He's not usually on this end of the food process

But he honestly enjoys watching what you do

Will literally just stare and zone out, making you laugh

Loves loves loves when it's time to lick the spoon

He will dab batter onto your nose though

He's a huge fan of helping you decorate too!

Just be careful, because Stu is also a huge fan of squeezing the piping bag directly into his mouth

But surprisingly, Stu has become pretty decent at piping frosting and making your treats look pretty

He always insists on eating the ones you decorate though because they "taste better"

He honestly just loves being able to show praise for the stuff you make him and will always request a fun treat to accompany your weekly movie nights

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more silent love:

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au

summary: jungkook’s book of silent love

tags/ warnings: more fluff, they’re in love it’s kinda sickening, more silent ways to say i love you. i am once again sleepy and thinking of the cute kinda love

notes: part two of this fic, but can be read as a standalone :D

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The list of silent love is a forever growing one. 

A small notebook sits on the kitchen table, one you had never bothered to pick up. Though Jungkook likes to spend quiet evenings alone, handwriting far from legible as he scribbles down each of these precious moments.

Memories set in stone as the ink seeps into flimsy paper; perfect, beautiful, love tucked between pages like his own little secret. 

As of late, the both of you spend Sunday afternoons learning how to bake bread. A new type of loaf every week, flour clinging to clothes and smiles tugging at both your lips. It had become your own personal mission to never buy bread again, taking hours out the afternoon, simply basking in the company of one another as you learn something new. 

He finds himself associating the smell of fresh bread to you. Quirk of a smile tugging at his cheeks as he walks past bakeries, fleeting memory of you in the forefront of his mind. A permanent home you've burrowed.

Jungkook, of course, likes to make you sandwiches with your homemade bread. Some mornings waking up, quietly slipping out of bed before you wake to pack you lunch, sweet little note slipped into your bag before he hears your footsteps patter out the bedroom, sluggish as you wake up. 

And on those mornings your patience wears a little too thin, the world a little too much for you to take so early in the day; Jungkook will make sure to sit you down in front of the vanity. Where he detangles your hair ever so gently. Careful as he helps you put your earrings in– he’d gotten quite good over time, learning how to match your jewellery to what you were wearing. Observant in all your favorite pieces that he knew he could never go wrong with. 

Every night as he showers, you sit yourself up on the kitchen counter, reaching for Jungkook’s favorite herbal teas. And every night, as he dries his hair, slinking into the kitchen, there will always be a tea there waiting for him.

He wonders how you’d learnt to time it perfectly. Knowing when to pour the hot water with just enough time before he gets out of the shower where the temperature is perfect. So he can easily slip under a blanket with you, your cold feet warmed up between his thighs as he sips sleepy tea and you doze off beside him. 

He’d learnt you loved when he made you heart-shaped pancakes. And as much as he always eyes the cute little pancake pans online, there will always be something slightly more rewarding about his own hand-crafted hearts that have you giggling into his mouth– lips syrup sticky and sweet. That slight effort more just to see you smile forever lighting up his life. 

He likes to watch you smile as you re-read your favourite books. Where he’d taken time out of his lunch breaks to respond to all the annotations you’d made on your first read through.

He’d glance up at you from his phone as the pen glides across the page, your own mind conjuring up replies to his questions and comments. Like that in itself was its own love language. Silent words slipped between pages of stories that aren't your own, words that only the two of you will ever see. A glimpse into your mind and in return a peek into his.

Every time he is the cause of your smile, his chest goes warm and his heart feels fluttery and light. So gooey warm and raw and lovely and so many words, so many thoughts and feelings all at once he will never be able to truly explain it in words. And maybe that’s why he likes to write down all the precious moments you share. Because that is love. The epitome of love in every sense of the word and it's meaning and yet, it's more than that.

It is your shared love in words without fancy vocabulary and poems and unheard confessions of adoration that will never leave the corners of his mind. Simply unreadable gibberish to hold each of these moments in time, cradled against his beating heart, so that even when the both of you leave this world, part of your love will live forever between the pages of that book. 

Because that's what your love is. An eternal thing that will dance between the stars after death and kiss the both of you in your graves as you blossom into new life. Sure to meet one another again no matter where you end up.

You are Jungkook's forever, even if that means he has to scour the earth to find that little notebook, to relive those memories and learn to love you the right way again.

[maidragoste]

I Care About You

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: You remind Aegon that there are people who care about him.

First one shot of the 1k followers special. Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. I'm also posting this while I'm half asleep.

This is part of the universe of "the queen and her husbands" but can be read independently

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Aegon woke with a grunt. The sunlight hit him straight in the face. Surely the maid who took him to his room was new and he didn't know that he had to let the curtains open before leaving. Now he had to get up to draw the curtains… Or he could cover up to his head and continue sleeping. Clearly, that was the easier option so he chose that one.

"Good morning"

Aegon quickly got up from the bed at the sound of your voice. He instantly regretted it as he felt dizzy. He stood still for a few moments waiting for the dizziness to go away and took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. He was not in his chambers. The room was a bit smaller. The curtains were blue instead of green. The furniture didn't seem to be just for decoration, like hers, and it had a purpose. Your desk was full of scrolls, I supposed that you were answering your brothers' letters last night when he entered your chambers drunk. You could have kicked him out but instead, you let him sleep in your bed. Not only that, but you had also gotten him clean clothes because his clothes didn't smell of wine.

"You should break your fast," you said without looking at him. Your attention was on whatever you were sewing. You were sitting by the table, which was laden with Aegon's favorite fruits along with some slices of bread and cheese.

The prince sat in the chair that was at the end of the table, closer to you. You still weren't looking at him. Aegon knew you were angry. You weren't yelling at him or insulting him or hitting him like his grandfather and his mother did every time they found him drunk. But I could feel your anger. I didn't know he told you last night to get you upset. No matter how hard he tried to remember, the only thing that brought him back was a headache. He couldn't help but tense up. You're the only person who seems to tolerate it. And now he probably ruined the good relationship between you because of his big mouth. In the end, his mother is right, he always ruins everything.

You saw that Aegon wasn't eating anything so you left the new cloak you were sewing for Jacaerys leaning on another chair. You moved closer to the table to grab a slice of bread and spread some cheese on top. You repeated the procedure with more slices, then placed the plate in front of the prince.

"Eat"

It was just a small gesture but for some reason it made Aegon feel warm and at the same time a small lump rose in his throat. You were mad at him but you still worry about him eating. You ordered his favorite fruits. He wasn't even sure his own mother remembered it.

"You can eat. I swear it's not poisoned" you said making your uncle smile. You couldn't help but smile too when you noticed that he wasn't tense anymore. You didn't like seeing him tense around you. Reminded you of how he got when the hand of the king or queen was present in the same room.

"I apologize for last night," Aegon said even though he didn't remember anything.

Your smile disappeared. "Why?" you snorted as you saw the prince remain silent, confirming your suspicions. "You're apologizing for something you don't even remember. Do you want to know what you told me?" You didn't even wait for an answer from him and you kept talking because you needed to have this conversation with Aegon “You said you didn't mind ending up dead. I found you drowning in your vomit" you felt a lump begin to form in your throat remembering how scared you were when the first thing you saw when you returned to your room was him lying on the floor. For a moment you thought he was dead "I made my servants will help me, when we finished cleaning you I began to tell you that you were irresponsible and that you could have died." you hid your hands under the table to prevent him from seeing how they were shaking "Then you told me to stop pretending that I care about you and that you didn't care about ending up dead because you knew that nobody would miss you because nobody cares about you"

Silence. Aegon couldn't bear to see the heartbroken look on your face so he turned his attention to the plate of bread.

“Do you really think that?” you asked in a whisper, fearing you already knew the answer.

"You are wrong" Aegon's silence had been enough to know his answer so you decided to make him see how things really are"Daeron cares about you. If he didn't care then why does he keep writing you letters?"

You can't blame him for thinking that. It wasn't all in his head. He knew it was true. It was no secret that Viserys Targaryen didn't give a shit about any of his children other than Rhaenyra. For a man who had always wanted a son, the king hardly paid attention to him.

His grandfather and his mother didn't really care about him either, they only cared that he lived up to his expectations and prepared to occupy the throne. Always demanding that he should be more like Aemond. If he did turn up dead, he was sure they would feel relieved not to have to carry him anymore and now they would have the heir they wanted so much: Aemond. His brother wouldn't miss him either, he knows he thinks he's a drunken idiot good for nothing but trouble for his and Helaena's mother. His sister would be better off without him, she always seemed uncomfortable around him.

"For formality" your uncle answered without hesitation, surprising you because you didn't understand how he couldn't see what was more than clear to you.

"Daeron writes to you every week. He is interested in you, he misses you. If it were a matter of formality, he would bother to write to you every three months and his letters would be short. Do you know? When you take too long to answer his letters, he asks about you" you smiled to see the surprise in their eyes"Your children love you too. Maelor laughs more at your grimaces than at mine. You didn't hear it from me but Jaehaera likes it better when you sing to her and Jaehaerys would rather fly with you and Sunfyre than Dreamfyre "You released one of her hands so you could caress her face as you saw the tears start to well up in her eyes. "Your other siblings love you too. Helaena may not be as demonstrative but she does. Aemond cares for you too if she wasn't so then he wouldn't bother to come looking for you every time you're late coming back from your adventures in the city. Aegon, you really do have people who care about you and love you. So you have to start being more careful. Please, Aegon I couldn't stand to lose you" at the end you couldn't help but break your voice. He had been your greatest support along with Aemond after your father's death. The brothers had been the reason you stayed in King's Landing. They are your house.

You rose from your chair so that you could kneel in front of the prince and took his hands. You needed to be close to him.

Feeling your touch Aegon turned to see you. Your eyes were painted with pity. It felt strange to see that look in your eyes. He remembered when you were little and you used to look at him with nothing but admiration and adoration. Now he was so pathetic that you looked at him with pity.

Suddenly you found yourself with the prince clinging to you. His arms hugged you tightly and you could feel his tears wetting your dress but it didn't bother you. You cling to him with the same force. It broke your heart that he would think he was worth so little and no one would miss him if something happened to him. You hoped you wouldn't have another scare like the other last night. You really hoped that your uncle would change his behavior. You didn't want to wake up one day and find out that Aegon had been found dead somewhere.

"I care about you, Aegon" you stroked his hair lovingly "I love you. Never doubt that" you kissed his cheek "King's Landing would suck without you" Aegon's laugh made your chest vibrate.

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first frost

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The chill in the air is usually first to arrive— a slight nip to accompany the frost glittering in the early morning light, destined to melt away by noon. Autumn was known for the shifting of colors in the leaves, their inevitable fall to blanket the land, and nothing sang sweeter than the elementals’ song slipping into softer tones.

The land's rest was near.

Her family started the season by visiting the local harvest festival, picking the finest apples fresh from the tree. Gracia chose each one with care, somehow managing to pick only the sweetest ones, hopping branch by branch as if by magic— a skill she only giggled about when asked. Arianna was thankful no one else had seemed to notice the peculiarities that followed her daughter, instead seeing her as just another jubilant child.

She made sure to purchase everything they'd need for the coming winter while she could—pumpkins and squash would be most useful; there was a line up of soups, stews, and baked goods that awaited them, recipes collected from friends and family over the years. Not to mention the smell of warm bread, and fresh cinnamon doughnuts that always left a special feeling in the crisp air: gratitude.

There was much she was thankful for, her family being first and foremost. A loving husband, precious children, and a wonderful cottage retreat? What could beat that? She was thankful everyday, yet something about the change in seasons made it more prominent. She was happy to be able to share it with them, these special times of the year.

Yet it was not the only thing she was grateful for. The land's bounty was another— elementals and nature pulling the land together and preparing for upcoming hardships. Autumn was just the sign of what was on its way; winter wandering closer, bringing with it a way for the land to rest before another round of growth and life.

The wind howls, bringing her attention back to the present.

“Mama!”

Her little one sits upon the living room floor, coloring pages from the newest book she'd gotten littered everywhere. She points towards the window, “Lookit!”

Arianna glances upwards, seeing a blur of pale green drift out of view. A wind elemental this close? The whistling wind reassures her it was only observing, most likely drawn here by the abundance of aether between the home's occupants.

“Yes, little greggers, did you see that? A wind elemental.”

“Again! Again!”

“It will come back, when it's ready. All the elementals are preparing for winter,” She sits on the couch across from her daughter, “Just like we do. Remember all the apples you picked?”

“Mhm! Yummy!”

“Well, right now some are being made into a pie. Enough to share with the neighbors, too. Autumn is all about harvesting and sharing with others.” The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the room. Harper must have taken the pies out of the oven.

“Can we have some too mama?”

Arianna grins, “Of course, and we can have it right here in front of the fire.” She holds out her hand for her daughter to take. They make their way to the kitchen, retrieve slices of pie that are still too-hot-to-eat but piled high with whipped cream. The three of them sit upon the floor, devouring their slices and feeding bits of softened apples to each other with their hands.

The fireplace is roaring, the warmth enough to lull one to sleep. It's cozy, this small piece of paradise. Curled up on the couch at last, Ari thinks to herself, this right here… I would never trade anything for this.

There would be many more nights, after the first snowfall, but they’d never compare to this one.

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In The Morning Light

A tender morning after; or, Father Paul had a wonderful night and is already aching for more. Set after More Than Sinful.

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tw: suggestive themes (heavily implied)

Father Paul yawned as he slowly woke up. He was so comfortable and warm in his bed. Only, he wasn't alone. There was a deliciously smelling body wrapped around his own, its heat seeping into his very core. He experimentally flexed his fingers, finding them resting against the soft skin of his bedfellows' back. The night came back to him, all that he had done with one (F/N)(L/N). He blushed heavily, but the corners of his mouth turned up at the same time. He was naked and she was too, Paul could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest. Oh, how beautiful she was! She let him see her entirely, willingly showed him places where she was the most vulnerable and gave him full access to them. She trusted him absolutely. And he surely tried his best to show her how much he values this trust.

Paul's never been with anyone before and was therefore worried he'd make a complete fool of himself, but with you... It just came so naturally. He aimed to bring you as much pleasure as he could, and felt an enormous amount of pride when he managed to do so. Paul knew he should probably feel bad. He broke his vows after all, and his mind was already supplying him with all kinds of lovely pictures of how he could do it again, and again, and again. But he didn't feel bad at all, there was no regret. All he felt was love and anticipation of more romantic and erotic adventures. You have unlocked a whole new part of him Paul didn't even know he had.

He was so utterly lost in his mind he didn't immediately notice a pair of eyes observing him curiously. He only returned back to Earth when a stray hand wandered into his hair, fingers combing through it slowly. He exhaled contently and closed his eyes.

"Hey, you," you said quietly, "hope I didn't interrupt any important train of thoughts?"

"No, not at all," he replied, softly, "I was just making sure that it wasn't a dream. That you weren't a dream." Paul had a lot of dreams involving the two of you, but the real thing was a thousand times better.

Your smile could have powered an entire country, and you leaned in to press a kiss against his lips, still slightly bruised from the night before. The priest moaned a little bit at having you in his arms like this, eagerly opening his mouth and letting his tongue trace gently at the seam of your mouth. You accepted him immediately, engaging in a slow battle for dominance with your own tongue. After a few minutes of languid kissing, you had to part in order to take a proper breath.

"So, yeah… we did that," said Paul, a little sheepishly, while his hands glided over the skin of your back and shoulders. You hummed against the skin of his neck happily. "Yeah," you said, "are you alright?"

Paul laughed a little and pressed you slightly tighter against his body. "I am fantastic," he said honestly and kissed along the sensitive skin of your throat, making you giggle a little. "And, by the looks of it," he pulled back only to eye the alarm clock upon his bedside table, "we've still got some time before reality kicks in and we have our duties to attend to."

You looked at the clock as well and Paul could almost hear the clogs beginning to turn in your head. "Then, let's say, we have ourselves a nice breakfast, hm? Do you have, um," you thought for a while, "bread, eggs, milk, sugar and cinnamon?"

The priest immediately knew where you were going with this, and rewarded you with a warm grin. "Yes to all," he said, a long exhale leaving his lungs, his hand unconsciously stroking at the warm (oh so warm) skin of your side. 

"French toast it is!" you decided cheerfully, already moving away from your lover, making him produce a small unhappy sound. "Stay right where you are," you said then, "I'll have amazing breakfast and tea right here before you know it!"

While quite sad to be ridden of your body right next to his, Paul had to admit you were a sight for sore eyes, wrapped in his black clerical shirt. You didn't button the thing up all the way and he could see your cleavage clearly. Oh how he already looked forward to exploring your body all over again! He lay on his back in the rectory's bed then, listening eagerly to the sounds coming from the kitchen. You sang softly while you worked, the same song you sang after the first storm he experienced on Crockett Island. It was almost enough to lull him back into peaceful sleep.

But then he felt the mattress dip slightly. You kneeled beside him and carefully positioned a tray upon the bedside table. He smelled the cinnamon first, then the unmistakable scent of English breakfast tea, with just the right amount of milk. Just the way he liked. His eyes immediately connected with your own and the emotion within them made his breath catch in his throat. You were observing him with so much love and tenderness, as well as hope that he'd like the meal you made for him.

Paul moved until he was sitting, leaning against the headboard, before carefully picking up the tray and moving it into his lap. There were two plates, each one with two amazing looking slices of French toast, decorated with some apples and grapes, as well as whipped cream. Paul had an enormous sweet tooth and would buy whipped cream just so he could spray it directly into his mouth sometime. (F/N)'s use of it was absolutely perfect. The priest felt his body buzzing with anticipation for the sweet sweet breakfast.

"You look like you could eat me too," you said in a teasing tone.

"Oh, I could and I will," said Paul with no hesitation, eagerly using an oh so helpfully provided fork to cut off a bite sized piece of the french toast, excitedly popping it into his mouth. "Hmm," he moaned, rolling his tongue around to savour the taste, "this! This is delicious! But you are even sweeter." You blushed hard, looking down into your own plate.

"You're rather cheeky for a man of the cloth," you whispered. Paul's free hand immediately came to squeeze just above your knee. "I'm sorry," he said, "I know it's not going to be all rainbows from now on…" "No, no!" You said softly, your hand softly tracing the features of his face, "I know. I just… I love you. And I love to be loved by you. I just worry if you're alright with that… Because I can handle the secret of it! I can handle playing nice and proper in front of everyone, I can handle not being able to kiss you or hold your hand whenever I like to. I can do that… but, um- are you okay with this?"

Paul could feel his heart breaking a little as he listened to your confession. He didn't know you felt this way, didn't know you were so worried about him when you had no reason to! It was then Paul realised he was exactly where he was meant to be. He was in a rectory, less than an hour before he was to attend his priestly duties. A young woman was sitting in his bed, clad only in his black shirt. A woman he made love to. A woman he wanted to make love to again. He'd still be a pillar for this small community, he'd still try to be as helpful as he could for everyone in his tiny parish. But now he couldn't imagine doing so without the (amazing, beautiful, breathtaking, perfect) woman by his side.

"I love you," he said simply, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek, "I love you so much. I know that we may never be able to show that to the people, but I want to show it to you any chance I've got." 

You chuckled breathlessly. "You're such a sap, did you know that?" you whispered before pushing your mouth onto his, tasting the sugar and cinnamon of your breakfast. Paul immediately tried to pull you in, before producing a pained sound. Some of the hot tea spilled following Paul's movement, landing right below the priest's sternum.

You didn't have a tissue at hand, so you simply licked and sucked the liquid off your lover, continuing to land teasing nips and kisses after.

"S-stop!", He breathed, "or else I'm going to be entirely late for mass and Bev's going to find me d-doing all kinds of unspeakable things to you…" 

You stopped with your ministrations and smiled at your lover warmly. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

The rest of the breakfast was great. Paul was making little content sighs, enjoying the sweet treat, all the while delivering little pats and be caresses onto your thighs. He hated letting you go, but he loved slowly unbuttoning his own shirt and peeling it off your body, revealing you to his eyes again. He pocketed your underwear before you were able to put it on again, making you go back home to change commando. You didn't mind as much after the sweet kisses he gave you.

When you saw him again, less than an half of an hour later, he was serving daily mass. There were only five other people.

You could have sworn Paul winked at you during the service. But even if he didn't, there was an entirely readable look in his eyes, every time he looked at you.

When the daily mass ended and everyone left the church, you approached the priest, smiling gently. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" you asked casually, delighted to see the colour rushing into the priest's face. He recovered quickly though, grabbing your face softly. "Out of the two of us," he began, "you are the beautiful one."

Your protest died on your lips, as a different pair landed on them.

You kissed hard, standing in front of the simple altar. Your hands closed around the beautifully decorated green fabric of the priest's vestments. Soft little pecks followed, lips teasing at cheeks, noses, ghosting over jaws and chins. 

"Let's go back to the rectory," he said then, "we'll lock the door, pull the curtains closed and pretend we're not home." You started giggling softly, the sound echoing through the empty church. "And what are we going to do the entire day, hm?" 

His mouth did that little shrug you found so adorable. "I mean, I do have to write a homily, but other than that I'm free. I'm sure we'll find some way to entertain ourselves," he offered, the colour in his cheeks deepening. You opened your mouth in fake shock before shaking your head: "Paul Hill! I think I'm a bad influence on you… As for the homily writing - do you have crosswords?" 

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OC’S AS PLANETS

thank u sm for the tag @kalorphic!!! Heres a link to the quiz

im not sure who all has done this yet so feel free ro ignore if you have<3 (tagging @theabyssal, @zico-if, @nextinline-if)

everyone else did banners so i did too<3

Neptune

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

Uranus

innovative. unpredictable. resourceful. imaginative. creativity in science and disruption. oh, uranus. you were dealt the cards that don't have much to offer, but luckily you can always make them work. you are acrylic paint that has been plastered over the same canvas so many times that it is starting to have those little grooves of texture. you are ever-changing and suddenly it stops. and starts again. keep moving. nothing is wrong with not wanting to sit still.

Mars

passion. energy. drive. determination. you are sexual and it doesn't always have to mean what it so blatantly is. you are in tune with yourself and your body and if you don't already feel it, please try to tune into it because it is so powerful. you are at war with yourself and life and it doesn't always have to be so hard. anger is not a useless emotion but do not let it control you. love is more powerful than sex will ever be. you are the smell of fresh cut grass and a satisfied job done.

Saturn

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales

[kalorphic]

OC’S AS PLANETS

Thank you to Dakota (@dakotawritesif) for tagging me to do this uquiz <3

Tagging @milaswriting @if-mirrormine @embersofhope-if @absentia-if and @zico-if (no pressure ofc) 🫶

SATURN

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

NEPTUNE

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

MERCURY

clever. intelligent and witty. wisdom, sharpness, anxiety and indecisiveness. you are the comedian. the "make someone laugh if they are crying" kind of lover. you dont want to think too much about anything because that stops you from just having fun, but your brain doesn't ever shut off. you are curious and never ending. forecast and shadows. the smell of clean sheets.

URANUS

innovative. unpredictable. resourceful. imaginative. creativity in science and disruption. oh, uranus. you were dealt the cards that don't have much to offer, but luckily you can always make them work. you are acrylic paint that has been plastered over the same canvas so many times that it is starting to have those little grooves of texture. you are ever-changing and suddenly it stops. and starts again. keep moving. nothing is wrong with not wanting to sit still.

MARS

passion. energy. drive. determination. you are sexual and it doesn't always have to mean what it so blatantly is. you are in tune with yourself and your body and if you don't already feel it, please try to tune into it because it is so powerful. you are at war with yourself and life and it doesn't always have to be so hard. anger is not a useless emotion but do not let it control you. love is more powerful than sex will ever be. you are the smell of fresh cut grass and a satisfied job done.

VENUS

passionate. romantic. loving to be loved. courtship. adoration and taste. you are your own personal aesthetic. you are hand written love letters in copper ink. you are "let me show you just how much i can love you." you are royalty and class. love has no bounds with you. your heart is wrapped in chocolate tin foil. you attract what you manifest so keep believing in love. it is you and you, it.

[murdockussy]

Beyond These Walls

Matt Murdock x Reader Fic

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‘Foggy. Foggy. Foggy.’  

The automated voice shot through Matts ears, his eyes opening as he instantly stretched his arm out to the bed side table to answer the abrupt call. “Hello?”  

“Good morning, sunshine!” Foggy replied with his usual chirpy tone.  

“What time is it?”  

“Half past get the hell up”  

Lifting his half-asleep body to the edge of the bed, Matt groaned as he rolled his head from side to side, the tension in his muscles burning with every tilt. Fighting the weight of his eyelids, he blinked repeatedly in an act to wake himself up as he continued to extend his limbs, the distant rambling of Foggys voice reeling in as he heard his name being called on the other side of the line.  

“Sorry, what’d you say?”  

“C’mon man.” Foggy spoke with a whine, “Please tell me you remember what day it is?”  

“Do you really have such little faith in me keeping my promises, Nelson?”  

“Only if you don’t get there on time, then my faith might be breached. Now hurry up, we meet with the real estate agent in 45”  

With another groan, Matt rose from his warm, silky blanketed bed, pops ripping down his spine as it adjusted to his position. “Okay, I'm getting ready now”  

“By the way, real estate agent - not your type. Very sweet. Homely. Might be genetic, so no need to be charming. Leave that up to me, okay?”  

Before Matt could conjure up a reply, Foggy spoke again with a hurry. “I gotta go, but I'll text you the address. See you in 40, don’t be late Murdock!” he shouted before the connection cut off.  

Placing his phone down, he headed into the bathroom across from the room his bedroom, turning the faucet on to wash his face and brush his teeth. Letting the water run, he took a few deep breaths as he tuned into his body, mentally feeling his way around for any visual evidence of the night before. Pleased with the minimal damage being clear of his face, he flipped the tap off, turning to exit the room when he heard the faint thud of a slow-paced heartbeat.  

Stunned, he observed the surroundings of the source, listening to the rhythm of the soft breaths leaving your mouth and feeling the mass of your sleeping body on the mattress. You.

Strolling into the kitchen, taking two slices of bread out of his almost empty fridge, his mind relayed over the memories from your arrival. The sweet sound of your voice swarmed through his mind as he hastily ate his toast, different depictions of what you might look like, each with their own story, flickering in his imagination as he changed into his grey-blue button up shirt and black slacks.  

Headed to the front door, the chime of a text from Foggy rang from the pocket of his pants. Grabbing his suit jacket, he pulled it on before grabbing his keys, cane, and glasses. Opening the door, he stepped out into the hallway before quietly closing the door behind him. As he stood unfolding his cane, a lingering scent of vanilla and blackcurrant wafted into his lungs. He remained there for a moment, secretly relishing in the fragrant smell, before being interrupted by another text. Snapping out of the trance, he began his journey down the flights of stairs. And he wasn’t sure if it was if it was his hazy morning brain - or the creature inside him lusting for more - but something deep within Matt was begging him to return back to the sweet scent and seek out more.  

***

Hours later, you awoke to the fully risen sun peeking through the teeny crack in the blinds, shining directly onto your face. Squinting your eyes shut, you flipped yourself to the side avoiding the sunlight, releasing a sigh as you reached for your phone on the night stand beside you.  

Tapping the home button, a small bolt of panic surged through you as you saw the time, 11:42am. You didn’t consider yourself as much of an early bird, and arriving to Hell’s Kitchen in the early hours of the morning did leave you feeling exhausted, but you were still adjusted to the time back home, the three-hour difference leaving you disorientated.  

Tossing your phone besides you, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of the bed for a while, listening to the distant sound of the bustling streets outside the window while creating a mental to-do list for the day; call Fran, unpack, and get groceries.  

Once you finally left the comfort of your bed, you made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face, tying your hair back and off your face before placing the remaining toiletries you left out from the night before in the empty drawers below the sink. Staring at your tired reflection in the mirror, contemplating on continuing to unpack the remaining toiletries from your luggage, you decided it would be best to grab a coffee before making your next move. “This isn’t procrastination” you said to yourself quietly, “this is just prioritising”  

Walking out into the loungeroom, you were greeted by the suitcases laying open on the floor, multiple clothing items scattered around close by. Picking out the quickest outfit you could, you swiftly changed from your pyjamas and slipped on the closest pair of shoes, grabbing your phone, wallet and keys before heading outside.  

As you double checked the locked door behind you -Frans threats of always locking the door whispering to you in the back of your mind - you observed the hallway around you, the daylight allowing you to truly examine the building you’d be calling home for the next few months. Hmm, not as scary as it looked last night.  

Working your way down the stairwell, you mapped the closest cafe to you before dialling the most recently called number. A few rings passed by before the call was answered, “Hi Grandma”  

“Finally!” the usual grim voice replied back to you, “I was starting to think you’d forgotten to call me”  

***

Shifting through the boxes on his desk, continuing to sort through the piles of paperwork he’d have to find a home for in his and Foggys new office, he paused as he listened to the voice coming from Foggys phone two rooms away.  

“Has she been charged?”  

“DA assistant hasn’t made the call yet, but this definitely qualifies as interesting”  

“Got any names for the suspect?”  

“Yeah, Page. Karen Page”  

As Foggy turned around to face Matt, watching him pretend to now move boxes from the floor to the desk, he scratched his forehead as he finished the phone call, “We’ll come down now, thanks man.”  

Placing his phone back into his pants, he headed towards Matts side of the office, calling out his name. “I just got a call from Brett down at the precinct”  

“What’d he say?” Matt lied, placing his hands on his hips as he listened to Foggy retell what he already overheard.  

“They got a suspect for homicide, her names Karen Page. She was found at the scene but hasn’t been charged yet. Wants us to go down there now”  

Walking around to the other side of the room, he felt his way along the desk until his hands made contact with his cane. Grabbing it, he tightened his tie before he met Foggy at the door. “We better get going then”  

***

Wiping the bead of sweat from your forehead, you stood at the front of the apartment door catching your breath as you swapped the phone from your hand to your shoulder, your warm cheek securing it in place as you smoothly dropped the numerous grocery bags to the ground.  

“Yes, I'm okay. Just unfit” you spoke, pulling the key out from your back pocket and unlocking the door, carrying the bags inside and shutting it with the heel of your foot.  

“You won’t stay that way for long” spoke Fran, “before you know it, those stairs will grow on you”  

“I don’t know how you do it, having no elevator is practically torture” you said as you headed into the kitchen, chucking the groceries onto the bench and washing your hands.  

“Well Hell’s Kitchen isn't San Francisco, sweetie. You’ll adjust to it all. Just like I will here. Your bed worked wonders on my back by the way”.

The conversation carried on for a while longer as you unpacked the groceries, Fran continuously pointing out all the differences between the two of your apartments before you both bidden your goodbyes and parted ways.  

Now sat on the cool wooden floor in the bedroom, you shuffled through multiple albums on your phone, tossing it onto the bed when you reached a decent one. Dragging the suitcase closer to you, you began unpacking the piles of clothes, folding some into the vacant dresser and hanging the others in the cupboard.  

***

Matt thanked the detectives as they uncuffed the woman sat across from him, waiting for the two men to desert the room before taking a seat, leaving Foggy and himself with their suspect. Politely introducing himself to the woman, he could feel the tension radiating from her shaken body as they both sat themselves down.  

“We understand you’re in some trouble, and if you’ll allow us, were here to help” he spoke, folding his hands in front of him as Foggy opened a notepad and placed it on the table. As Foggy began questioning the unresponsive Karen, moving to then retell what they know about the case, Matt observed her, feeling the glare from her puffy eyes burning into him. As the victim's name left Foggys lips, Matt could taste the fear that exhaled from her breath, knowing the man’s name struck something inside her. “Mr. Fisher appears to be the victim of a homicide, and Miss Page, you're the only suspect they have. Our advice - this isn’t the best position for you to be in”  

“Who the hell are you two? Who sent you?”  

“This is Foggy, and my names Matt. An-”  

The jolly tone of Foggys voice interrupted Matt, “No one sent us, were just a couple of good samaritans and todays your lucky day...” he said with a smile before mumbling “And I might’ve bribed a sergeant with a box of cigars for him mum”  

Turning his head towards Foggy, Matt mumbled “You gotta stop giving Bess cigars” before returning his attention towards Karen. “We are actively seeking clientele due to our practice being relatively young”  

“How long have you been lawyers?”. The two men mumbled amongst themselves, Foggy checking his watch and whispering “12:22am”  

“About four hours” Matt toyed with a smirk, answering Foggys objection with “Going off from when we got our own desks. And if you were to hire us, that’ll put you in the position of being our first client”  

“I don’t... I don’t have any money” Karen stuttered solemnly, scratching her neck as she stared at the metal table between them. With Foggy now standing, thanking the suspect for her time, Matt reached out and gripped his friend's arm, clearing his throat as he nodded for Foggy to return to his seat.  

“And we don’t have any clients, Miss Page. Maybe we can help each other, starting with you telling us how you knew Mr. Fisher?”  

***

Stuffing the duffle bag into the remaining suitcase, you zipped the opening closed and rolled it into the closet alongside the remainder of your now empty luggage. Folding your arms across your chest, you couldn’t help but faintly smile as you observed your surroundings, the apartment looking livelier than ever. With the curtains open and your favourite candles burning, the somewhat bleak and stuffy penthouse slowly began to feel like home. Or smell like it at least.    

Reading the time from the oversized clock on the wall, 3:17pm, you realised how desperate you were in need of a rest. Plopping yourself into the corner of the couch, you pulled your grandmas knitted blanket over your crossed legs and flicked on the tv. Surfing through channels, you decided on a mindless reality tv show for background noise as you began researching what you could about Hell’s Kitchen.  

Time passed as you lounged, reading through home and lifestyle articles, as well as some food blogs and YouTube videos, and you kept notes of various restaurants and stores you intended of visiting. Although you knew you eventually wanted to branch out and uncover more of what New York has to offer, you were happy to settle for what Hell’s Kitchen had in sore for you for the meantime.  

Redirecting your focus back to the TV, you watched the remainder of the episode and checked the clock that now read 5:23pm. Switching off the TV, you placed the remote on the small coffee stand in front of the lounge and sluggishly relocated yourself to the kitchen, opening the full fridge and pulling out the ingredients to make a quick stir-fry.  

Once you were finished making your meal, you scooped the various vegetables from the pan into a bowl and made your way to the round dining table. You began eating, zoning out as you ate your dinner, listening to the sounds of sirens passing by below the closest window, watching slowly as the shadow from your building grew taller onto the apartment block adjacent to yours.  

Finding yourself at a pause within your busy day, having no unpacking or electronics as a distraction, you finally took the time to absorb your surroundings, something deep down you secretly wanted to avoid, but couldn’t seem to stop once you started. The most obscure details of your grandmas flat began flooding your mind with memories. From the chipped paint on the corners of the ceiling, to the uneven legs of the TV stand, and the stained kettle that remained the same after so many years, each miniscule feature of the apartment suffocated you with nostalgia. Dropping the fork into the almost empty bowl, you burrowed your head into your hands as your breathing grew heavier, the painful ache in your heart bringing tears to your eyes.  

“Stop it” you whispered, shaking your head as you blinked the tears away, “don't do this to yourself”.  

In desperate need of a distraction, you removed yourself from the table and grabbed your phone, bringing it, as well as your bowl and cutlery into the kitchen, distracting yourself with a podcast as background noise as you began washing up the pots and pans you used while cooking your meal, pushing your worked up emotions back down deep inside you.  

[134340am]

#2 with yuuta - :)

okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader, 0.5k words for @togasknifes / part of my 100 frens celebration!

2. waking up early to make you breakfast | moodboard

the first thing you noticed about yuuta was the fact that he has dimples – adorable little wells of mirth or contemplation that dip into the smooth expanse of his skin. 

they make their appearance at the most random times of the day: when he’s deep in thought while watching a mystery movie, when he’s side-eyeing you after you cheat on overcooked, or when he’s smiling at a kid in the cereal aisle during your tuesday grocery runs. 

but you love his dimples the most when they’re accompanied by an easy smile on his face, with the methodical thump of his knife against the chopping board, and the comforting smell of bread in the toaster in the background – in other words, on slow saturday mornings, where the both of you could live and breathe at 0.5 times speed.

on this particular saturday morning, you sidle up to yuuta quietly, arms looping around his middle loosely to not break his concentration. neither of you say anything – not even good morning – instead, choosing to bask in the cosy silence that settles over your kitchen like a warm, toasty blanket. 

you peer over his shoulder to observe the way he chops up a bell pepper. a scan of the other ingredients at his side — vibrant red tomatoes, one ripe avocado, carrots, a summery, golden hue under the early morning light — suggests that he's making an omelette for breakfast; arguably one of his better breakfasts, compared to his disastrous attempt at crepes last month. 

(but you polished off the plate of floury crepes anyway, and you don’t miss the beginnings of a smile quirk up the corners of his lips, dimples making a quick guest appearance.)

yuuta finishes off the bell peppers. he moves on to the avocado, knife slicing through the rough skin into the buttery flesh with ease. while the way silver splits yellow-green in twos, then fours, then eights, was mesmerising to watch, you found yourself drawn to his pensive dimples that pop up when yuuta purses his lips in concentration. 

and before you could help yourself, you’re craning your neck to drop a kiss on said dimple. 

“what was that for?” your lover asks, voice still thick and gravelly with sleep. his hands don’t stop working as he grabs the other half of the avocado. 

“a reward for making us breakfast this early.”

yuuta laughs, a light chortle that comes deep from the belly, and he turns around with a chunk of avocado in his hand. “a reward for you, my dear.” he holds the fruit to your lips. “for the kiss.”

matching his smile now, you shake your head. “i’d rather get a kiss from you.”

“sure.” yuuta drops the square of fruit back on the cutting board before turning back to you, dimples popping up once more. “i’ll give you as many kisses as you want.”

a/n: thank you for requesting and trusting me with writing yuuta, ellie beans <3 i love you!

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OCs as Planets

Quiz here

Hervor Aeducan - Mars

passion. energy. drive. determination. you are sexual and it doesn't always have to mean what it so blatantly is. you are in tune with yourself and your body and if you don't already feel it, please try to tune into it because it is so powerful. you are at war with yourself and life and it doesn't always have to be so hard. anger is not a useless emotion but do not let it control you. love is more powerful than sex will ever be. you are the smell of fresh cut grass and a satisfied job done.

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Judith Hawke - Saturn

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

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Rota Cadash - Neptune

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

[catsforthewin]

I Miss Myself

What I used to be was radiant, like the stars that are scattered across the galaxy and warm like fresh baked bread. I felt like a field filled with hundreds and thousands of flowers of all different colors and shapes and sizes, like a sweet sweet melody, like how the grass smells after it rains and the scent of new books, like how crystals shine and how soft sweaters feel. Like the morning sun.. warm and familiar. They were all me and I was them.

I miss when the forest was filled with so many fascinating animals, when the trees were vibrant and the waterfalls were so majestic, when nothing was threatening or risky or dangerous. I miss when the ocean was blue, crystal clear and oh so deep. Even when we couldn't see the end we knew it was colorful and glorious down there. Corals were so bright and the sea life was just that.. sea life. The creatures living so peacefully, beautiful and unique in their individual ways. I don't want it to be scary or bottomless. I don't want to feel like its a void filled with demonic creatures waiting to tear me into dozens of pieces, like that is where god takes his revenge. I miss when the skies were just canvases with so many different colors, so many magical possibilities awaiting to cater to your imagination.

I used to be happy, so happy and okay. I was doing okay. Until I understood.. I started observing more and I truly started to see everything around me. Little by little it shattered me. I tried to fight back but I'm only oh so strong. Fast forward to now I am hanging on by a few threads. It has been seven years since I started fighting, if anything it only got worse. What do I do when I'm down to one thread?, what will I do when it breaks? I don't want to end. I want my old self back. I want to be happy and alive. Safe and cared for. I want to protect and be protected. I want to dance and sing and draw and read and eat and drink and sleep well and get through my days with ease and peace. I crave a healthy life and a healthy body, a positive mindset and a brain that doesn't whisper hatred.

I do so much to only receive nothing, it's just.. sad. I feel like the monster everyone tries to stay away from. Not good enough for school, not good enough for friends, not good enough for parents, not even good enough for strangers. So I am not good enough to exist?. I can't even buy groceries without my anxiety trying to kill me. Thoughts always on the back of my head; You are not good enough, oxygen waster, idiot, useless, monster, underserving, nobody should care, you like to suffer don't you?, all your fault, don't deserve to eat, pathetic, your blood is better spilled, shouldn't waste money, the only use you have is to be a human shield. too broken, too shattered, too irresponsible, so lazy, so dumb, so annoying, such a burden, a botheration, crazy, crazy, lunatic, overdramatic, SHUT UP!, die, die, die, die, DIE.. just die. Wow.. my own enemy much?. Sad to say that this is only a few. I might just be erased out of existence someday, who can tell?.

At least I had happiness.. even for a few young years of my life.

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OCs as Planets

Thanks @wayhavenots for the tag! I took this quiz for my detectives. I crossed out anything I didn't feel really fit. Tagging (no pressure!): @megatraven ; @sealriously-sealrious ; if anyone else wants to do it please go ahead!!

Lauren Jenkins -Saturn - patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

This was a solid effort to describe Lauren Jenkins in positive terms. Lauren is pretty stubborn when she wants to be. The things she finds rewarding are not usually things society looks upon favorably, but she will work hard for them.

Her self-sufficiency and avoidance of relationships is based on the fact that there weren't people (*cough* Rebecca *cough*) around when she needed them. Don't hire her as your mediator, please don't cry on her shoulder, but if an asshole needs punched she will equalize the playing field.

Pax Izaz - Earth - nurturing, generous and caring. introverted, tolerant, honest and trustworthy. you are "my phone is always on, call me any time." you are "i feel like i'm everyone's therapist." you are impressive with your stability and peacefulness. you are wallpapers of cows and fields of ever-growing seeds. you are the best friend. mother nature. ice cold water and the smell of rain.

Most of this works just...not in the traditional way one thinks of these descriptions. She's nurturing in a clinical sort of way. Can keep very finicky plants alive nurturing, not warm and loves children nurturing. Her phone is always on and she will answer, but its usually because she's hoping for (mis)adventures.

She's not particularly attached to most objects, and the things she is aren't usually coveted by others. That makes it easy to be superficially generous, but she's not virtuously generous. Similarly, she's not super attached to social power nor does she need much social interaction. So yeah, she seems very honest and trustworthy... because she doesn't care about maintaining any of the dishonesty that is so frequently encouraged by social rules and hierarchy.

Neveah Desanto - Neptune - mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe in right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

I have no notes. She is problematically forgiving and idealistic and it's her greatest strength and greatest weakness.

Ainsley Rice - Jupiter - optimistic. hopeful. generous and compassionate. you are the guardian angel. you are 4:44 am and a sense of being watched over. you enrich the lives of others just by existing and caring for them. you give as many blessings as you receive and there is always more to go around. careful not to become too over-confident in these abilities. what makes you jupiter is your belief that ego has no part in caring and love. you are softness and the smell of almond coffee.

Yeah, this fits very well. Louise Langford - Venus - passionate. romantic. loving to be loved. courtship. adoration and taste. you are your own personal aesthetic. you are hand written love letters in copper ink. you are "let me show you just how much i can love you." you are royalty and class. love has no bounds with you. your heart is wrapped in chocolate tin foil. you attract what you manifest so keep believing in love. it is you and you, it.

I wasn't sure about this at first, but I think it's actually pretty solid. Louise is very much into grand gestures, romanticism, and appearances. This is part of why Nat's affection hit her so hard.

Bernadette Kane - Mercury - clever. intelligent and witty. wisdom, sharpness, anxiety and indecisiveness. you are the comedian. the "make someone laugh if they are crying" kind of lover. you dont want to think too much about anything because that stops you from just having fun, but your brain doesn't ever shut off. you are curious and never ending. forecast and shadows. the smell of clean sheets.

No notes.

[fenharel]

— OCS AS PLANETS

tagged by @denerims to do this uquiz for some OCs, thanks emily! tagging @rkyloren​, @arlathen​, @shadowglens​, @catacomb-chaos​, @thefathersbride​, @solasan​, @queennymeria​, @leviiackrman​, @baldurians​, @stephschoices​, @risingsh0t​, @necroticpetals​ & you!

venus

passionate. romantic. loving to be loved. courtship. adoration and taste. you are your own personal aesthetic. you are hand written love letters in copper ink. you are "let me show you just how much i can love you." you are royalty and class. love has no bounds with you. your heart is wrapped in chocolate tin foil. you attract what you manifest so keep believing in love. it is you and you, it.

uranus

innovative. unpredictable. resourceful. imaginative. creativity in science and disruption. oh, uranus. you were dealt the cards that don't have much to offer, but luckily you can always make them work. you are acrylic paint that has been plastered over the same canvas so many times that it is starting to have those little grooves of texture. you are ever-changing and suddenly it stops. and starts again. keep moving. nothing is wrong with not wanting to sit still.

saturn

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

neptune

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

[thecryptidenthusiast]

OC’s as Planets 🪐

I was tagged by @sustainably-du-mortain and @wayhavenots to take this quiz for my oc’s and I am Very Late doing this.

It’s an open tag for anybody that’s interested because I don’t know who all as done this already!!

Abby Brùn - Mercury

clever. intelligent and witty. wisdom, sharpness, anxiety and indecisiveness. you are the comedian. the "make someone laugh if they are crying" kind of lover. you dont want to think too much about anything because that stops you from just having fun, but your brain doesn't ever shut off. you are curious and never ending. forecast and shadows. the smell of clean sheets.

This is kind of 50/50 for Abby. I wouldn’t say she’s the ‘witty funny one’ but she’s definitely a mess with her own anxiety. Every decision is makes is one she either stresses herself over, or makes in a knee-jerk panic moment.

Kira Langford - Earth

nurturing, generous and caring. introverted, tolerant, honest and trustworthy. you are "my phone is always on, call me any time." you are "i feel like i'm everyone's therapist." you are impressive with your stability and and peacefulness. you are wallpapers of cows and fields of ever-growing seeds. you are the best friend. mother nature. ice cold water and the smell of rain.

This fits for Kira! She’s the soft, gentle one. The one that puts everybody’s needs above her own, because that’s how she thinks she needs to be to get people to stay in her life.

Sam Rodriguez - Neptune

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning

This is an interesting one for Sam. So much of their attitude with everything is just…laid back. I guess they’re one to forgive, because it really takes a lot to get on their bad side to the point they cut you off. They also are one that is going to make anybody and everybody be their friend no matter what (exactly how they basically forced all of UB to be their friend lol). I can’t say they’re sweet necessarily because they’re kind of a menace.

BONUS: Sidestep

Erin Becker - Mars

passion. energy. drive. determination. you are sexual and it doesn't always have to mean what it so blatantly is. you are in tune with yourself and your body and if you don't already feel it, please try to tune into it because it is so powerful. you are at war with yourself and life and it doesn't always have to be so hard. anger is not a useless emotion but do not let it control you. love is more powerful than sex will ever be. you are the smell of fresh cut grass and a satisfied job done.

Oh, this fits her almost perfectly. She’s in tune with herself in the worst ways at times (wrapped up in her head and body, unable to let herself just exist), so she needs to find a healthier balance there. So much of her is just anger and fighting: life, others, herself. She’s terrified of love, so sex is the best thing she thinks she can provide

[sustainably-du-mortain]

OCs as planets

was tagged by @grapecaseschoices to take this uquiz for my ocs. thanks for the tag!! <33

tagging: @do-this-for-me, @brother-genitivi, @agnt-sexysuavewell, @thee-morrigan, and anyone who wants to do this!!

Jonah Rafferty - NEPTUNE

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

Madeleine Kingston - EARTH

nurturing, generous and caring. introverted, tolerant, honest and trustworthy. you are "my phone is always on, call me any time." you are "i feel like i'm everyone's therapist." you are impressive with your stability and and peacefulness. you are wallpapers of cows and fields of ever-growing seeds. you are the best friend. mother nature. ice cold water and the smell of rain.

Côme Hawthorne - URANUS

innovative. unpredictable. resourceful. imaginative. creativity in science and disruption. oh, uranus. you were dealt the cards that don't have much to offer, but luckily you can always make them work. you are acrylic paint that has been plastered over the same canvas so many times that it is starting to have those little grooves of texture. you are ever-changing and suddenly it stops. and starts again. keep moving. nothing is wrong with not wanting to sit still.

[ariadnapr]

ELENDIL X FEM FRIEND CASTAWAY

I'm sorry if is a bit long, but, suprise! I hope all you like it 💕

It’s hot, wherever you are, because you don’t know it. You only know that in this right moment you should be in the paradise. Underneath of your back there are sheets of a very comfortable bed, maybe your mind is a little bit misty, but isn’t matter. You don’t know how you have arrived to here, but you care less about it when you feel a warm breathe in your neck. A big hands touch your waist and a lips kiss along your neck and your jawline until your own lips. You realize that a trace of fire burn your skin softly, you can’t open your eyes, but can move your hands to caress the face that is spoiling you. Your fingers touch a beard and you smell the sea.

You recognises who is that person and when you do it, open your eyes and realize that you was dreaming.

Dreaming with Elendil.

You observe the ceiling conscious of was an almost wet dream.

You sigh very deep. Damn it. This is not the first time you have dreams like that, but you hoped with the time they disappeared, especially this month when he isn’t in home.

I’m a fucking ungrateful, you think.

You have unholy dreams with the man that saved you, with the man who bring you a home, almost a job and a life. He rescued you from the sea and gave you a new life.

You whine with a long sigh and realize that your nightgown is a bit wet due to sweat, use your hands to fan your face and shake the dress to allow the air dry your skin. Well, now you need a bath. So, leave your room and down the stair to go the bathroom, but a tasty and sweet scent guides you to the kitchen.

Maybe, Eärien brought me some sweet bread and jam, you think when you remember that she came yesterday today and ask you for help with plants.

But you freeze in the site, the floor of marble is cold and a shiver across your back and you shake. Not for the cold, but the person who is sitting in front of you isn’t Eärien or Isildulr, is their father. Elendil.

Shit.

You gasp when in your mind appears the images of the dream, and you fight with your facial expression, you contain a fierce blush in your cheeks but not the surprise to watch him there. Now.

“Morning’”, he greets.

You hurry up to answer him to he doesn’t suppose there are something strange with you and your thoughts.

“Good morning”

“I took some bread and honey”, he says, but he doesn’t look at you, and you’re grateful, isn’t the moment that he observes you when you’re stunned.

From your lips escape a little “Oh” and approach to the countertop, you want turn your back to him to he won’t see your face. The view of the breath with honey and butter let your mouth-watering and your stomach groans. But, maybe this is a good opportunity, if he finish earlier, he doesn’t pay attention in to you. So, you start the usual chat when he arrives.

“When did you arrive?”

“This morning”

“Did you do all paperwork and ship stuff yet?”

Right now you feel like your mother, so you decide to shut up and listen, while you cut a piece of bread and take rosemary.

“Yes, we arrive when the first lights of the day was about to dawn, so we could do everything, the paperwork, talk with the regent, you know it the usual”.

You nod with a little sound of appreciation. You sprinkle the rosemary and you’re tempted to take some cheese from the pantry. To disappear now maybe is a good option until your thoughts in your mind are calm, because the storm in your inside and in your chest didn’t calm, only rage stronger when you listened his voice. You want to pinch yourself because he owes you nothing, Elendil is just an only good man.

And my freaking friend!, you yell to you.

You don’t realize that he isn’t talking, and much less he has stood up and approached to you. And when you realize it is because you feel his warm breath in your cheek. You wince and open your eyes and look behind the window. The day is windy but warm, the wind wave the bushes and the trees of the garden. You want to focus in the exterior, but you can. You feel him behind you, he’s calm and he says nothing.

“Not working today?”

You get to control your body when you feel and listen his voice in your ear, you nail the piece of bread that there is in your hand.

“Yeah, I… I don’t work today, is my day off”.

You open your mouth and close it some times, you don’t know what to say. If you don’t work tomorrow, if you wanted to stop for market this morning or walk for the beach this afternoon.

“So, don’t have any plans?”

You gasp when recognise a deep pitch in his voice, your body reacts and you remember the dream of this morning. You shake when the fabric of his sleeve rub your elbow and his breath touch your neck.

You mutter something incomprehensible and you moan when feel his lips in your shoulder, his hair falls in your neck and he rises toward to your neck with his mouth while he speaks.

“I missed you”

You close your eyes and move your head on the opposite side to let him more skin to kiss. A goosebumps do that your nipples make harden and a sigh escape from your mouth.

“Me too”, you answer and you don’t realize you’re talking.

His hands touches your waist from your back and ascend along your ribs to down again until your legs. Elendil continues kissing your neck, and he arrives to your ear, he bites softly and pull. You can’t avoid moan and incline to him to feel his warm more.

“When I was in the sea I was thinking”.

You open your eyes and by chance Elendil bends forwards and you watch both of you in the reflection of the window, which makes you moan, especially when he touches the line between of your ribs and your boobs.

“About what?” you manage to say.

“You”.

Suddenly, he moves away and before you realize of that and complain, he takes you very softly and makes you spin to see him. Your heart stutter inside of your chest. He looks so beautiful and happy, his blue eyes glow and he has a smile in his mouth. You return him the smile and he moves away a lock from your face to watch you better. His finger stay in your cheek and you take his hand and kiss it while you look at him.

“I have thinking about you, too”, you mutter.

He raise his eyebrows and half-smile before Elendil takes you from the back and kisses you.

Well, the bath and the breakfast will have to wait.