#to the moon and back💖

[rjshope]

Jin for W Korea + hands

for @cordiallyfuturedwight💞

[hedwig221b]

several mutuals tweeting and posting about bp stiles, so I fear that bp stiles hot summer fic is imminent

[rayveneyed]

that cowboy au was really good 🥹 would you consider doing a part 2?

cw: mentions of death, violence, objectively amoral decisions; mentions of marriage, alcohol

the presence of gojo satoru can only mean trouble.

red sky in the morning — shepherd’s warning. nanami kento tries not to take the sight of it personally, tries not to take simple wonders of nature as omen — but it sits like a lump of coal in his stomach all through the morning and well into the afternoon. he doesn’t know why this particular day seems to be the harbinger of something terrible, but sure enough, just after he finishes milking the cows and putting them out to graze, one of the village kids runs up on him. flushed with excitement and hair windswept, the little one calls his name — mister kento! mister kento! hey, over here, mister kento! strange white-haired fella’s lookin’ for you, skulkin’ ‘round the saloon!

it’s a small-town child’s excitement — a stranger in such a quiet place, one where the closest train station is a town or two over, and the most exciting thing to happen is a travelling merchant every few months. kento’s dread, then, is ice-water over the head in comparison. white-haired. gojo, the bastard. and loitering around the saloon, where you’re working — before he can even think twice, he’s running off to mount his closest horse, and taking the dirt road at a frantic gallop.

not many words in any spoken language could describe exactly how nanami kento feels about gojo satoru. there’s a fondness there — they had, after all, fought and lived side-by-side for years, since they were boys. there was admiration for gojo’s tenacity and drive, no doubt, but there was hatred in equal measure. hatred for the man gojo had urged nanami to become — hatred for the shit he’d been told to do. hatred for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, gojo’s brashness had only ever gotten other people killed.

(and fear. fear that, like he had done a hundred times before, gojo would worm his way into nanami’s head, and convince him to return before he knew what he was agreeing to.)

through the dust kicked up by his mare’s cantering hooves, the humble saloon comes into sight; only a single floor, nothing like the multi-story pleasure houses of san francisco. then again, kento’s never much cared for them, or the beckoning women of the night, or the violent brawls that would break out every few minutes. somewhere quiet to drink in peace, suits him just fine, and that’s here. though with gojo satoru around, peace never lingers long.

he takes the stairs two at a time, pushing through the doors, and—

“always been a city boy, myself,” comes that familiar voice. instantly, kento’s eyes shoot towards it — towards you. “towns like this never did quite suit me — y’know, a man needs a bit of noise in his life!”

oh, noise had been the least of what gojo had gotten himself. blood and guts and bullet wounds, wanted posters with his name and mug plastered all over it.

he shouldn’t be here. it’s almost unnatural for him to be here, sitting in old man tom's favourite seat, lounging like he owned the place.

“now, pretty thing like you,” he hears gojo croon, low and smooth like always, the type of voice that weakened women’s knees, “you shoot me a look, sweetheart, i reckon i’d stay in this sleepy little town a lot longer.”

something like panic sits itself in kento’s chest, and he can’t put one damned finger on what it is. the clashing of two lives — gojo, with his hat drawn low over bright blue eyes, his jacket as dark and fitting as always; this dusty little saloon, with its untuned piano and cheap swill; you, with your hair tied up and your neckline low, with those eyes he knows gojo likes—

“charming,” he hears you say, dry, completely unimpressed. the tightness in his chest eases, a little, and then you seem to realise he’s approaching — your gaze lifts over gojo’s head, and your eyes brighten, and golly — ain’t that something? your smile, at his simple presence? like he was something to look forward to? “mister kento, you’re a man desired — this gentleman’s been looking all over for you, apparently.”

gojo turns those baby blues on him, expectant, and kento sighs as he takes the seat next to him — gently accepts your offer of a drink with a thank you kindly. gojo thanks you, too — calls you sweetness, and kento pretends that it doesn’t unsettle his soul. you resign yourself to the end of the bar to give them some semblance of privacy, wiping at glasses with a cloth to rid them of water-stains and dust.

they sit in silence for a moment, listening to the cicadas calling outside and the distant squeals of playing children. gojo, as usual, is the first to break it.

“been a while, ain’t it? gotta say, wasn’t expectin’ you to go all out on this country life thing, old friend.”

kento pretends not to see the spectre of you in the corner of his eye — pretends that he’s not vastly aware of how he has to balance two personas right now. he keeps his irritation low and tempered, cupping his glass between his hands; still, he knows his voice is frosty when he says: “what are you doing here?”

“oh, so cold, kento! and after all we’ve been through together…”

he restrains a frustrated sigh. dancing around it — that’s gojo. deceptively childish but incredibly intelligent — can’t just come out and say something. and kento could be doing something else right about now, something far more important — in fact, he should already be thinking of how to explain gojo’s abrupt appearance here to you. cousin twice removed? long estranged brother? childhood friend with a troubled streak? “doubt you came to see me outta the goodness of your heart. i’ve got no interest in whatever it is you’re peddling. you wanna drink, let’s drink. nothing else.”

“oh, come now. i gotta be after somethin’ to visit you?”

nanami shoots him an unimpressed look — gojo at least has the shame to wince. he takes another sip of his drink, and they both stare at the dusty shelves of booze, until finally, he shrugs.

“listen: this place is gonna drive you mad, kento,” he says, underhandedly casual, sipping on moonshine and syrup. he always did have a sweet tooth. “the silence’ll do you in.”

a thread of irritation tugs itself through kento’s brow. “silence drives you mad. suits me just fine.”

kento doesn’t know what’s more hurtful — the idea that gojo doesn’t know him at all, or that he does, and just doesn’t care to speak to him like it. he knows exactly what game gojo is playing at — badgering him out of his life of peace to join the gang again, fill the empty space left by geto and haibara and god knows who else that’s gone. he could do him the courtesy of being a little more believable, though. less patronising.

this doesn’t suit you. you don’t deserve something good like this, not after what you’ve done. stick to what you know, kento — and what do you know? violence. greed.

“c’mon, kento. you’re better than this, y’know.”

kento fingers tighten on the handle of his cup. his gums feel bruised where his teeth grit together — his anger like a reddening metal on the verge of turning white-hot. “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“you’ve been up and down this goddamned country—” gojo, at least, has the mind to lower his voice, then, glancing over his shoulder— “tyin’ sheriffs up in knots, laying your pockets with gold, and you think this shithole will satisfy you any?”

that’s enough to send kento’s temper skyrocketing — and he, by no means, is an angry man, but shithole is not how he’d describe it in any capacity — this place that had accepted him with little wariness, treated him with kindness, asked very little questions—

“you’re steppin’ way outta line, gojo—”

but his white-haired companion has always been willing to push the bounds of just about anything — and, leaning closer, devilish smile tugging at his lips, says: “hopin’ that, uh, busty barmaid over there’s gonna make you an honest man? huh? i mean, hell, i wouldn’t blame you, but—”

nanami’s glass hits the countertop with such force it rings throughout the saloon — he can feel it draw the gaze of most everyone around. you, the few daytime drinkers. the low murmurs of conversation drew to an abrupt stop. when he glances in your direction, he sees you almost caught mid-action, brows drawn tight as you make to intervene.

maybe it’s the look in his eye that makes you stop; the serious, humourless glint he’s let himself lose the past few months. maybe it’s the tense set of his jaw. either way, you nod a little, and step back to what you were doing — but your gaze remains, ever-watchful.

nanami levels gojo with a glare so horrid he’s sure he’s never used it on him before; and, sure enough, blue-eyed gojo glares right back.

for a moment — for a short, traitorous moment, he regrets leaving his handy pistol back home. he hasn’t had to carry it in months. he hasn’t ever had to carry it for gojo, of all people, but he saw just how quickly the gang had turned on themselves — how quickly trust was lost. and after the loss of haibara, and geto’s betrayal, who knew what state of mind gojo was in?

kento’s fingers flex.

a beat passes.

and then — gojo’s face breaks out in a gleaming, cheeky smile, and his shoulders jump with loud, sonorous laughter. relief is near palpable in kento’s chest, the tension that had suctioned itself to his bones easing just slightly. “hah, you’re just a riot, ken!”

then, slapping a hand on kento’s shoulder and leaning forward, gojo calms a little. nanami gets the sudden feeling that it was all a rouse, right from the start. is he so out of practice he can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore? once upon a time gojo’s jokes and fancies wouldn’t have made him blink an eye.

“just pullin’ your leg,” gojo says.

“you piss me off.”

“can’t lie—” gojo continues— “i was hopin’ to bring you back with me. but this shit really does suit you, y’know.” his smile takes a saddened edge — nostalgic, no doubt, for the life they once led. the stupidity and rashness of it all. sometimes the same feeling hit kento — and then he remembered the bad of it all, and he tucked it back deep inside himself. “country air, quiet life. settle down with a nice woman.”

his eyes trail over to the right — and this time, when his eyes settle on you, nanami feels no overwhelming protectiveness, no urge to drag gojo out by his silver locks or shoo him out. he feels a fool for doubting gojo in the first place. “things out here make the cities look like hell by comparison.”

“it’s a simple life,” kento agrees plainly. his heart still thrums heavy in his chest. he finally takes a proper gulp of his drink — actually tastes it instead of just letting it pass down his throat. “you should try it sometime.”

“wasn’t lying earlier. think the quiet would have me seein’—” he chokes on a bark-like laugh— “ghosts, and the like.”

haibara. riko. yaga.

“mm.”

they go back to staring at the shelves in silence. kento doesn’t know what to say. he’s never been a man of many words, but what does one say in this situation, anyways? i’m sorry geto left. i’m sorry haibara died. i hate that it was your fault, and i hate that it wasn’t. i don’t like the man i am when i’m around you, but it’s really all i know. you’re my brother, and i hate and love you in equal measure.

a trickling sound interrupts his thoughts. his cup is being refilled — and then gojo’s. extra syrup, despite the fact that sugar is expensive as all hell.

“looks like y’all could use it,” you say by way of explanation, a sorry little smile on your face. when you meet his eyes, it spreads, just a little — an extra nudge, just for him. “i’ll get outta your hair now.”

“thank you for the drink,” kento says quietly.

“thanks,” gojo echoes. he watches you go, and swirls his drink idly around in his cup. “y’know, you got somethin’ good here, ken. hate to say it.”

“mm. the farm, it — it, uh, keeps me busy.”

“wasn’t talkin’ about the farm,” says gojo, shooting him a knowing look. kento’s ears burn, and he tries to ignore it — in vain, he’s sure, if his companion’s snicker is anything to go by.

“there’s nothing there.” he wouldn’t allow there to be, after all. a life of solitude is exactly the punishment he deserved for what he’s done. he wouldn’t rope you into his madness.

“right, right. you make googly eyes at every woman y’come across?”

“just drink your damn drink.”

by the time the sun is setting, gojo sets off on his horse. he ignores all offers to stay the night, to wait until morning; he's got business to attend to, apparently, business that couldn't wait — but could, apparently, wait for an hours-long drinking session. he doesn’t hug kento, doesn’t make any claim to sentimentality — that hasn't changed, kento supposes — he only leans down to shake his hand, firm and sure like yaga had taught them as boys, and says:

“don’t be a fool, kento. you got a chance at a normal life right here." then, grinning, like the idea of being serious had turned his stomach, gojo calls: "you don’t take that chance, i'll steal it from right under you!"

kento only shakes his head, and turns to enter the saloon again.

when he looks over his shoulder — just once, all he can bear — gojo’s already gone, no more than a speck riding into the sunset.

[ohmuqueen]

[timothyslucy]

SOBBING MY EYES OUT AT THIS TIKTOK OF MELISSA GIFTING HER SAILOR MOON CARDS TO JENNA DEWAN'S DAUGHTER. 😭😭😭💗💗💗

[tatakaeeren]

I would do illegal things (filming inside the cinema) for Gino :')

[euryalex]

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[vampirevatican]

found on pintrest: moon jellyfish aesthetic

[marijasty]

can i please request lando x single mom!reader smau?

really hope you like it! sorry that the comments are shit, very hard to come up with them. requests are open and always welcome!

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[sevarchive]

bllk drabbles! #5

blue lock characters! when they're downbad for you.

starring: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, sendou shuto, and reo mikage

ISAGI YOICHI

aka “executive director of overthinking”

tries so hard to act unfazed, tactical and calm. but is completely obliterated by your existence.

you replied “lol” to his story once.

he stared at it like it was the dead sea scrolls. enlarged the screenshot. adjusted the contrast.

was that a flirt? did ‘lol’ mean ‘love of life?’ was it morse code?

the boy has a folder titled “y/n analysis” where he breaks down your likes, dislikes, and preferred lighting angles.

his teammates think it’s match footage. it’s just your selfies. sometimes he sits there whispering, “so pretty. so dangerous.”

once you called him “yoichi,” and he walked into a pole. he did not feel pain. just pure bliss.

later googled, “is it normal to plan your whole future with someone after one (1) nickname?”

drafts and deletes 97 replies before sending “haha yeah 👍.” immediately lies down on the floor like he got shot.

mutters, “i shouldn’t have sent the emoji. it’s too confident. she’ll think i’m arrogant.”

he prays before your instagram posts like they’re religious relics. every time you post he whispers,

“she’s so pretty. i must evolve past humanity and win the world cup for her.”

BACHIRA MEGURU

aka “chief officer of heart palpitations”

acts like a chaos goblin, confident and unbothered. but is actually one poke away from combusting.

you gave him a frog sticker once. he cried. named it after you. stuck it on his phone.

calls it “froggie you” and says hi to it every morning.

you once tapped his shoulder during training. he turned around and said, “do that again and i’ll die for you.”

sends “good morning 🐣🌈💖” texts daily. if you don’t reply within ten minutes, he sends:

“hello. y/n. my love. my life. are you okay. do you hate me. should i perish.”

when you bump knees? he gasps like you proposed.

“hold on i need to lie down. my soul is doing cartwheels.”

has a playlist called “for when we hold hands.”

another called “if she ever looks at me like that again i will cry and explode.”

one time you smiled at him. he told his mom about it.

ended the story with,

“i think i met the love of my life. i looked into her eyes and saw the rest of my life. weddings, rain-soaked kisses, grocery runs. everything."

KARASU TABITO

aka “vice president of flirt and fumble”

acts smooth, smug, and has dangerous levels of swagger. but the moment you flirt back, he folds like cheap origami.

he flirts like it’s a sport.

“careful with that smile. it’s a weapon.” you: “you like it?” karasu: buffering… system error… “uhh gotta go bye.”

you once said “you look nice today.” he had to sit down and reorient his soul.

texts you “yo u up?” then immediately texts “wait no i meant that in a friendly respectful feminist way.”

wore cologne for the first time just because you mentioned liking a guy in a commercial.

googled “what scent makes girls fall in love (scientifically proven).”

you wore his hoodie once. he didn’t wash it for 29 days.

hugged it. whispered, “so this is love.”

SAE ITOSHI

aka “board chairman of emotional repression”

acts cold, distant and aloof. but is emotionally disintegrating every time you smile.

you called him “grumpy.” he thought about it in the shower. in training. in his sleep.

“am i too grumpy? is it cute grumpy? or irredeemable grumpy? do i need to change my whole personality?”

pretends to be annoyed by your presence. but knows your schedule. your favorite drink. your laugh.

once you coughed, and he handed you water like a knight with a quest.

accidentally liked a post from 2019. deleted his account. considered switching countries.

you brushed his hair out of his face once. he stopped breathing. time froze. earth paused.

the moon dipped a little closer just to check in. tells you “don’t touch me.”

but if you accidentally fall asleep on him? he doesn't move. not one inch.

eyes wide open. thinking: this is what marriage feels like

SENDOU SHUTO

aka “founder & ceo of delusional scenarios inc.”

acts like a flirt. full of charisma. but is one wink away from sobbing on the floor.

you: “you have nice eyes.” sendou: saves it in his brain in 4k ultra-hd.

“that’s what she’ll say in our wedding video.”

he once fake-proposed to you with a candy ring. you laughed.

he almost passed out.

had to sit down and google “can a joke proposal count as legally binding if it feels real.”

has a playlist called “our vibe 💕.” it’s mostly taylor swift, r&b, and dramatic violin covers.

sends you memes and checks if you’ve seen them. if you don’t react in 10 minutes, he sends “u okay? do u still believe in us?”

once you patted his head. he walked into the locker room and yelled, “i am seen. i am loved.”

wrote “mr. y/n” in his notebook once and said “it’s for manifestation.”

REO MIKAGE

aka “ceo of yearning, ltd.”

acts put together, elegant and effortlessly rich. but is one compliment away from printing out a marriage certificate.

you: “this bracelet is cute.” reo: buys matching ones in silver, gold, and platinum. “just in case she wants options. or heirlooms. for our kids.”

once you said “thanks, reo.” he stared into space for five minutes.

clutched his chest like, did she mean thank you for existing?

texts nagi like:

reo: “bro if i buy her a planet will she love me” nagi: “buy me one too” reo: “focus.”

goes to a fortune teller and says, “i need to know if she’s my endgame.”

refuses to take “unclear future” as an answer.

once you borrowed his scarf. he went home and looked in the mirror.

“she wore this. she was cold. and i protected her warmth. we are soul-bound.”

has seven notes app entries titled:

– “if she ever loves me back…” – “wedding toast idea (sunset metaphor)” – “what if she’s the real reason i was born.”

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[milkybunnybow]

˚₊‧𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 ☆ 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻‧₊˚

(For fellow angelkins that also baby regress! Hiiii ꒰ঌ(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)໒꒱ )

✦ soft fluttery wings that can’t fly just yet

✦ cloud-soft thoughts n fuzzy daydreams

✦ glowy stuffies shaped like stars or clouds or moons to cuddle at naptime 🌙

✦ feelin teeny tiny and full of light

✦ sleepy babbles that sound like soft harps and hums

✦ being watched over by kind, glowy beings who love u so so much

✦ the warmth of celestial milk, sweet n comforting, filling your tummy…

✦ sleeping with your wings curled in like a baby cherub

✦ being held in warm arms that hum lullabies older than time

✦ being kissed on the forehead by a gentle light

✦ babbling to the stars, hoping they babble back

✦ halo slipping down over your eyes bc ur too tiny

✦ pacifiers shaped like tiny moons

✦ dreamy naps in cozy clouds, paci in, no worries in sight

✦ being so, so little the universe tucks you in

sometimes i regress so small, i feel like a twinkly baby cherub in a big soft cradle of stardust... no words, just love, light, and milkies.

from a tiny baby angelbun to all da other baby angels out there... you are glowy n good and u deserve to be swaddled in love forever 💖🪽 ૮₍ •̀ ˕ •́ ₎ა

[astrolook]

🌎Astrology of Moving Abroad🌎

Note: This post fits both Western and Vedic systems. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

The north node is the most important node for travel abroad, especially when associated with the 7th, 8th, 9th or 12th lord. North node in the Ascendant, 7th house, 9th house, 12th house can give foreign connections and can indicate moving abroad. The North node indicates staying abroad for a long duration of time or permanent settlement.

The South Node is another important one when it comes to moving abroad. Unlike NN, SN indicates short stays or travel for work/studies and coming back to the motherland. SN in 7th, 9th, 12th houses or with their lords can indicate these possibilities.

Next, Moon in 1st, 4th, 7th or 10th can indicate a lot of travel within the country and outside the country as well. Moon in watery signs with NN can indicate foreign settlement. Moon in 8th,9th or 12th houses can indicate foreign settlement. People with Moon in 8th, 9th or 12th feels like their emotions and feelings are overlooked by their own kind and when they move abroad, their emotions and their voice would be heard and tend to form good friendships with people of different cultural background.

The classic 12th house - Having a strong 12th house or stellium, or NN in it, raise your chances of permanent foreign settlement and these 12th housers shine in foreign lands and are often underappreciated/overlooked/felt like a side character in their own life in home country. Some 12th house combinations can indicate permanent foreign settlement: 1st lord in 12th, 12th lord in 12th, 9th lord in 12th, 7th lord in 12th, 10th lord in 12th, NN in 12th, Sun in 12th, Jupiter in 12th, Saturn in 12th, Moon in 12th and Mars in 12th.

Having Uranus, Neptune, Pluto in 4th house (retrograde or not) or if your 4th house is afflicted and weak, it shows success away from your homeland. Time to create your chosen family!

If there's a conjunction between 3rd - 12th lord or 9th lord-12th lord, can indicate foreign settlement and Moon or Jupiter in the 3rd house can indicate traveling abroad frequently.

Having NN, Saturn, SN in 4th house or 4th house stellium can indicate foreign settlement along with finding happiness, wealth and success in foreign lands.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

i have a request! reader and steve are expecting their first child (or children) and the child in question seems to love hearing steve's voice and the reader points that out as well. just something cute and fluffy 💖 thanks!

Dad’s Voice » Steve Roger/Captain America

Pairings: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Yours and Steve’s baby loves to hear Steve’s voice.

Warnings: none except Fluff

A/N: Thank you for the cute request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

When you found out you were pregnant with yours and Steve’s first child, he was away on a mission. You got creative and made him a t-shirt with his shield on it that says “Captain Dad”. You gave it to him when he got home and showed the positive pregnancy test. He was over the moon happy that he’s having a baby with the love of his life.

Now, you’re almost 7 months pregnant. You and Steve are almost done setting up the nursery. You guys had some help from Bucky, Sam, and the Avengers. You did the little things like organizing yours and Steve’s baby boy’s clothes. That’s what you’re doing right now. You’re sitting on the floor in the middle of your son’s nursery looking at baby clothes you just bought. You may have went overboard, but you don’t care. You’re just excited.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Steve announces as he walks in the house. “Are you home?” He asks.

“Nursery!” You replied loudly.

Steve made his way to the nursery to see you sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with more baby clothes in front of you.

“Did you buy more baby clothes?” Steve asks.

“No… maybe… yes.” You say.

“Darling, our son will have more than enough clothes.” He says.

“I know, but I couldn’t resist.” You say.

Steve sat down on the floor next to you, looking at the baby clothes you bought earlier.

“I like this one.” Steve says, picking up a red, white, and blue striped onesie.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You rummaged through the plastic bag next to you. “It has a matching hat!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Isn’t that the more adorable thing you’ve ever seen?” You say.

“Is it adorable.” He agrees.

Steve helped you organize the baby clothes and put them in the baby’s dresser.

“I’m too fat to stand up by myself.” You say, pouting up at your husband.

“You’re not fat, honey. You’re just pregnant.” Steve helps you up from the floor with ease. “And you’re beautiful.” He adds.

“You really think so?” You asked.

“Yes.” He smiles.

You smiled and kissed him softly. The kiss was cut short when you felt the baby kick.

“Oh-” You put a hand on your stomach where your son kicked. “He kicked.” You say with a smile.

Steve put his hand on your stomach where your hand is. He smiles widely when he feels the baby kick.

“He’s got a strong kick, don’t you, son?” He coos.

The baby kicked again. The smile remained on his face.

“I think Steve Jr recognizes your voice.” You say softly.

Steve smiles widely when you said that. You two then went to the living room so he can continue talking to his son some more. Steve was telling him stories from the 1940s. Even though, Steve has told you stories from the 1940s, it makes you smile when you hear them. You don’t mind hearing them again.

“This one time, me and your uncle Bucky spent the day at Coney Island and we had so much fun.” Steve tells your son.

“Bucky told me that you threw up on one of the rides.” You point out.

Steve looked at you and playfully narrowed his eyes at you, making you giggle.

“That was one time.” He said. “In my defense, I probably shouldn’t have eaten before me and Bucky got on that ride.” He adds.

“That would’ve been a good idea.” You say.

“Can I get back to my story please?” He asks.

“Yes you can.” You replied.

Steve leans up and pecks your lips before picking up where he left off on his story. You don’t know how long Steve has been telling stories to yours and his son. You woke up when he gently laid you down on yours and his bed.

“What’s going on?” You asked, your mind foggy from the nap you just woke up from.

“You fell asleep when I was talking to our son.” Steve tells you.

“Oh.” You say. “Will you stay with me please?” You asked softly.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He replies softly.

Steve got in bed next to you and covered the two of you up with a blanket. He protectively wrapped his arms around you, putting one of his hands on your pregnant belly. He smiles when he felt the baby kick where his hand is.

“I’ll talk more to you later, bud. Mommy and I are going to relax for a little bit.” Steve tells yours and his son.

Your son kicked again, making both of you smile.

“I love you, Stevie.” You almost whispered.

“I love you too, honey.” He whispers back.

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Pile I

CARDS: 10 of Pentacles, the Fool reversed, 9 of Wands and 10 of Swords reversed.

let’s be real, you’ve been through it recently. Like, emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually, just all of it. The cards are screaming resilience and overcoming, but they’re also side-eyeing you a little, like, “Are you actually letting yourself heal, or are you just surviving on autopilot?” Be honest.

10 of Swords reversed + 9 of Wands? darling, that’s the energy of someone who has been dragged through the trenches but still refuses to back down. You’ve been knocked down, betrayed, or just downright exhausted by life, yet here you are, pushing forward like the fighter you are. But the thing is… when was the last time you actually allowed yourself to breathe? Because this “I have to keep going no matter what” mentality is valid, but also, who said you can’t take a break? You don’t have to prove your strength by constantly being in survival mode. It’s okay to admit you’re tired. With The Fool reversed sitting here next to all this, I have to ask, are you resisting a new beginning? Are you clinging to the past because at least it’s predictable, even if it kinda sucks? Something is knocking at your door, asking you to take a leap of faith, but you’re hesitating. Maybe it’s a new opportunity, a new mindset, or even a whole new era for you (cue Taylor Swift ). Whatever it is, you’re holding back, and the question is why? Is it actual logic stopping you, or just fear of uncertainty? Because bestie, if fear is the only thing between you and a fresh start, that’s your sign to GO FOR IT.

Now, let’s talk about that 10 of Pentacles. This card is basically the “you’re meant for success, stability, and everything good” card, but here’s the catch: you have to believe you deserve it. Right now, there’s an energy of you working so hard but maybe not truly believing the rewards will come. Or maybe you think if you let your guard down, everything will fall apart again. Nah, babes, that’s the past talking. You’re being reminded that long-term happiness is possible without constantly being on edge. Trust that all the effort you’ve put in is leading somewhere. Stability is not a myth; it’s just something you have to be open to receiving.

Stop fighting battles that are already over. You don’t have to keep reliving past pain just because you’re used to it. Let it go. Rest isn’t laziness; it’s necessary. You’re not weak for taking a break. In fact, recharging will make you even stronger. Opportunities are knocking, answer the door. Even if it feels scary, don’t let fear make decisions for you. You’re closer to your dreams than you think. But you have to believe in the life you want. It’s not just for other people; it’s for you too.

The universe is basically giving you the “stop playing small” speech. You’ve done the hard work. You’ve survived. Now it’s time to live. The future you’ve been working toward? It’s not some distant fantasy. It’s happening, but you have to meet it halfway. You got this, bestie. 💖

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Pile II

Cards: The Moon, 8 of Pentacles Reversed, King of Cups Reversed, 4 of Pentacles

First off, bestie, are you feeling lost? Confused? Like you’re walking through life with a blindfold on, second-guessing yourself at every turn? Because this card is giving me me big "I have no clue what’s real and what’s just my overthinking brain" energy. Maybe you’ve been feeling unsure about your future, your relationships, or even yourself. It’s like you’re in this fog, and no matter how hard you try to see clearly, everything still feels murky. But here’s the thing, The Moon isn’t just about confusion; it’s also about intuition. So trust those gut feelings, even when your logical brain is like, "Nah, that’s crazy." Your intuition is on point, even if you don’t fully believe it yet. Now, whew, I feel called out just looking at this. These cards are all about burnout and feeling like no matter how hard you work, nothing is paying off. Have you been grinding non-stop but feeling like you’re getting nowhere? Maybe you’ve been questioning if all the effort you’re putting into something, your job, school, a passion project, is even worth it anymore. This card is saying, "Hey, take a step back and breathe for a second." You are doing so much, and while it’s great to be ambitious, you can’t pour from an empty cup. So if you’ve been feeling like you’re running on fumes, this is your permission to rest. You don’t have to be productive 24/7 to be worthy. You are enough just as you are, even when you’re resting.

Uh… what’s going on emotionally, bestie? This card is giving me major "I’m feeling everything but pretending I’m fine" vibes, idk but major olivia rodrigo vibes, from her betrayal songs. You might be feeling emotionally overwhelmed, but instead of dealing with it, you’re either bottling it up or letting it explode at the worst times. Maybe you’ve been dealing with someone who is emotionally unavailable, manipulative, or just straight-up confusing. OR (and hear me out) you might be struggling with setting boundaries, especially with people who drain you emotionally. If you've been feeling extra sensitive lately, or like you’re constantly on the verge of snapping, this is your sign to check in with yourself. Your feelings are valid, and you don’t have to pretend to be okay when you’re not. Be gentle with yourself, okay? What are you holding onto so tightly that it’s keeping you stuck? Is it fear? A toxic situation? A scarcity mindset that’s making you afraid to take risks? The universe is asking you to loosen your grip a little. You can’t welcome new blessings if your hands are full of things you’re afraid to let go of. This could be about money, love, or even old beliefs that no longer serve you. Whatever it is, I promise you, letting go won’t ruin you, it will set you free.

You’re not crazy; you’re just in a phase of uncertainty. Trust your intuition, even if things feel unclear right now. You need a break. Burnout isn’t a badge of honor. Rest is productive, too. Stop bottling up your emotions. Cry if you need to. Talk it out. Scream into a pillow. Just don’t let it fester inside. Loosen your grip. Whether it’s fear, control, or a situation that’s keeping you stuck, it’s okay to release it.

I know things might feel heavy right now, but listen, you are doing so much better than you think. You are growing, even when you feel stuck. You are worthy, even when you’re not at your best. And most importantly, you are not alone. Keep going, bestie. I believe in you.

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Pile III

Cards: The Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, The Fool, Nine of Swords Reversed.

Bestie, we need to have a real talk because this spread is giving "deep self-reflection mixed with anxiety and a sprinkle of self-sabotage." You’ve been in your introspective bag lately, haven’t you? The Hermit is showing up loud and clear, which means you’ve been spending a lot of time in your head, analyzing everything from your past mistakes to your future moves. It’s giving "I need answers, and I need them now!" vibes. But here’s the thing, sometimes the answers don’t come when you’re actively looking for them. Sometimes, they come when you allow yourself to live, to experience, to take that step forward without needing a perfect plan. And then we have the Wheel of Fortune, which is basically the universe’s way of saying, “Ready or not, here I come.” Change is coming, whether you’re prepared for it or not. The good news? This is a shift in your favor. The not-so-good news? It might feel a little uncomfortable at first. Change always does. I feel like some of you have been resisting this change, afraid to let go of old cycles, old identities, or even old people who no longer align with who you’re becoming. Bestie, it’s time. The wheel keeps turning, and you don’t want to be stuck in the past while life moves forward without you. Now, let’s talk about The Fool, reversed. Normally, The Fool is all about fresh starts, jumping into the unknown, and trusting that the universe will catch you. But reversed? It’s giving hesitation. It’s giving fear of failure. It’s giving "What if I make the wrong decision?" And to that, I ask, what if you make the right one? What if taking that leap is exactly what you need to finally feel free? Staying stuck because of fear isn’t serving you, and deep down, you know it. You’ve been standing at the edge, looking at the possibilities, but refusing to jump. It’s time to take that risk. Life is messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises, but you are capable of navigating whatever comes your way.

And LAWD, Bestie, be honest, how much sleep have you lost lately? Because I see that ya'll are going through late-night overthinking, worrying about things you can’t control, and letting fear dictate your reality. I see you stressing about things that haven’t even happened yet. It’s like your brain is running a horror movie marathon starring all your worst-case scenarios. But let me remind you: Most of those fears? They’re not real. Your mind is playing tricks on you, making you believe that everything is worse than it actually is. It’s time to break free from this cycle of stress and worry. You are stronger than your fears, and you have more control over your thoughts than you realize.

So what’s the takeaway here? you’ve done enough thinking, it’s time to apply what you’ve learned, change is coming, and you need to embrace it. Stop doubting yourself and take the damn leap. You are so much more powerful than you give yourself credit for, and the universe is fully supporting you. It’s time to step out of your comfort zone, trust yourself, and believe that good things are actually meant for you. The cycle of doubt and hesitation is ending. Let’s move forward, bestie. You go bestie! EZPZ!

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💖 Random & Underrated Venus Persona Chart Observations 💖

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💖: Venus in the 12th house – This placement in your Venus Persona Chart can indicate secret admirers you never notice, or a subconscious pull towards unavailable or mysterious lovers. You might attract people through your energy alone, rather than your outward appearance. There’s an “I don’t know why I like them, but I do” effect around you.

💖: Venus conjunct South Node (<2° orb) – A major past-life lover indicator. This often suggests that you unknowingly repeat romantic karma in this lifetime. Certain people may enter your life, and you feel like you owe them something, even if the relationship isn’t beneficial for you. These relationships tend to feel fated but also difficult to break free from.

💖: 1° Venus or Venus conjunct Ascendant (<1° orb) – If your Venus Persona Chart has Venus at 1°, you have a magnetic aura that naturally draws people in without effort. Even if you don’t consider yourself conventionally attractive, there’s a fresh, exciting, and youthful energy around you. This is the kind of placement that makes people fall in love with your presence alone.

💖: Venus in the 8th house – This placement intensifies desire but also creates an unconscious fear of betrayal. People with this in their Venus Persona Chart often attract deep, transformative relationships that force them to change the way they see love. Their aesthetic is mystical, sultry, and a little dangerous…think dark femme or soft but deadly energy.

💖: Venus trine Pluto (<3° orb) – Effortlessly seductive. People with this in their Venus Persona Chart don’t have to try to be desirable—people just fixate on them. They have a natural allure that keeps others wanting more, even if they don’t fully understand why. Their presence alone can shift the energy in a room.

💖: Venus in Aquarius at 11° or 29° – These individuals express love in unconventional ways. They may be drawn to long-distance relationships, online connections, or unique love dynamics that others wouldn’t typically consider. 29° adds a sense of unpredictability; love tends to enter their life in the most unexpected moments.

💖: Venus square Mars (<2° orb) – Instant sexual tension in relationships. Their love life is full of push-pull energy; one moment, they’re all in, the next, they’re backing off. People with this in their Venus Persona Chart may attract connections where there’s an intense chemistry but also frequent clashes of will.

💖: Venus in the 3rd house – This placement brings a flirtatious, charming, and poetic way of expressing love. They have a way with words that makes people melt. Texting and deep conversations play a huge role in their romantic dynamics. If the mind isn’t stimulated, neither is the heart.

💖: Venus in Leo at 5° or 15° – Natural icons. People with these placements have a beauty that is theatrical, regal, and unapologetic. They don’t chase; people gravitate toward them. They’re the ones who become the center of attention without even trying.

💖: Sun in the 12th House – You may struggle with fully expressing your romantic identity, often feeling unseen in love. Your love life could be tied to secrets, hidden affairs, or spiritual connections.

💖: Moon square Venus (<2°) – Your emotions and love language often clash, making relationships feel emotionally intense yet unpredictable. You crave deep affection but might sabotage intimacy without realizing it.

💖: Mercury conjunct Venus (<1°) – Flirting is second nature to you, and your words carry an irresistible charm. You likely attract lovers through texting, writing, or intellectual connection before anything physical.

💖: Mars in the 8th House – Passion runs deep, and your love life is anything but surface level. You attract intense, transformative relationships that often involve power dynamics, obsession, or deep emotional bonding.

💖: Jupiter trine Venus (<3°) – Luck follows you in love, and relationships tend to bring growth, joy, and abundance. You naturally attract partners who expand your world, whether emotionally, intellectually, or financially.

💖: Saturn opposite Venus (<2°) – Love feels like a challenge, often coming with delays, restrictions, or lessons in patience. You may attract karmic relationships that require effort but ultimately lead to long-term commitment.

💖: Uranus in the 7th House – You attract unpredictable relationships and unconventional partners. Love enters and exits your life suddenly, and you may find yourself drawn to long-distance or non traditional connections.

💖: Neptune in the 5th House – You have a fairytale-like view of love, often falling for the idea of a person rather than who they truly are. Your relationships may feel magical but can sometimes lead to disillusionment.

💖: Pluto conjunct Venus (<1°) – Love is powerful, transformative, and all consuming. You attract deep, soul bonding relationships, but you may also experience power struggles, jealousy, or intense karmic ties.

💖: Chiron in the 2nd House – Your self worth is deeply tied to how love is given and received. You may feel unworthy of affection at times, but healing comes from recognizing your value outside of relationships.

💖: North Node in the 10th House – Your love life is meant to be public in some way. You may attract partners who elevate your status, or relationships could play a major role in your career and reputation.

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Hi! I love all of your writing, could please do Benedict and best friend reader at a ball and he over hears some girls bullying reader and goes OFF and reader runs off and he thinks he’s embarrassed her but when he finds her she explains she found it super hot and then some smut please! 💖

You are in love 1 || B.B

Part 2 of " you are in love"

Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x best friend! Reader, + Polin

Warning: fem! reader, no description of reader, friendly flirting and teasing, mutual pinning, use of inappropriate words, reader has a step sister. Fluff and angst, part 1 of you are in love. Part : 2 will be smut

Rigel's note 🪩: Thank you for requesting, and the compliment<3333 *smooches* I hope you don't mind me doing it in two parts :) the title is taken from Taylor Swift's song " you are in love", it popped as soon as I read best friend reader, hope it's not as bad as it's in my head, sending love back, also part 2 soon.

" Perks of being a woman, you don't have to dance with Eloise bridgerton." You remarked when it was the fifth time Eloise stepped on lord White's toe.

Benedict snorted on his lemonade as he looked at you sideways, his iconic lop sided grin plastered to his smug face.

" I was her dance partner, " Benedict fake sniffed, wiping the fake tear, ", that too, before she started lessons."

You winced at the idea of Eloise before her lesson and gave Benedict a pat on his back for being ever the sacrifice.

" I thought that's why you danced wierd " you told him, smiling when he looked at you scandalously.

" Excuse me ?! " He narrowed his eyes, " you take that back ! " He slammed the glass down with force.

" Will not, you dance like...like a snowman ! " You beamed, slamming your fan down and glaring back, nose to nose, eye to eye.

" That never stopped you from dancing with me." He said smugly and retreated to his space with a satisfied look in his eyes when your jaw slacked slightly.

" You don't dance like a snowman with me." you told him in a small voice and that's when it hit you how gracefully he twirled you around when he was practically running away from other beautiful young ladies.

Benedict smiled, his eyes twinkling at you as he raised his brow, like in a question.

" And why would you think that ? " His mouth twisted and you didn't know what to say.

" Perhaps because I dance well...? " You tried and despite it being not the answer he expected, he laughed all the same.

" You dance like a ... a Kangaroo." Benedict thought hard and a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled proudly when he got the right word to annoy you.

" What's a kangaroo ? " You asked, you had heard it somewhere but it was easier to ask him than think hard.

" It's like..." Benedict motioned with his hands something like a vase," it's a cute animal." He finally said when nothing more could be made out from his gestures.

"Oh." You nodded and then it hit you, " Did you just call me an ANIMAL ?! " You snarled at him and he shaked his head with a chuckle.

" I called you cute too." He squabbled.

" Kangaroo's aren't cute ! " You jabbed at him and he chuckled, grabbing your wrist firmly, a spark so bright jolted inside you and you felt your face grow hot.

" Then I don't dance like a snowman—" you sticked your tongue out at him and he was lost in words, just looking, you saw the opportunity and yanked your hand away from his grip. He relented like a gentleman.

" You are always like..like running away and leaning off while dancing and it's so so snowman like." You argued and Benedict's eyes twinkled like moon.

" Have you seen a snowman waltzing ? " Benedict asked and you shaked your head, while clutching at your chest, you couldn't help the giggling.

" Yes if we are talking about a tall, handsome and smug snowman."

" You think I am handsome ? " Benedict ducked his head closer to your face and you felt your breath hitching in your throat, like air was punched out of your chest.

You rolled your eyes when it became too apparent that no word would come out of your traitorous throat and you couldn't help but gaze back at him, he looked back just the same, all fire and blaze.

" You didn't answer my question." He said slowly, each word carefully and it squeezed your heart how close his face was, how beautiful those eyes were, and that nose, and those cheeks, those lines when he smiled, he oftened and it was so warm and gorgeous, how you never noticed how captivating he was, every atom of his body was tied with an invisible thread with yours, a golden one. And you would be damned to think of that mouth, your lips parted at the ethereal site and Benedict smiled at that.

" No." You just said it, eager to say anything and break this moment, it was swirling you around in a storm.

" No ? " He questioned, frowning and he was handsome at that too, you were so doomed.

" You are silly like handsome, like some lord Byron poetry." you murmured softly, safe guarding the hammering heart in your chest and blinking at the sudden burn from his gaze on you, drinking you in, his brow knitted in funny way, a mock annoyance crossed his face.

" Lord Byron ?! Really, " he dropped back to his seat and you finally took a breath, then he covered his face like a damsel in distress and when he glanced sideways at you, he was smiling his brightest, oh, you just realised how goofy and precious and mesmerizing his smile was, you wished to stop time and paint it under your lids so everytime you close your eyes, you could meet him there, in your secret gardens and then a death like that would be sweeter.

" What ? " You exasperated when he refused to look away, even when your nose wrinkled and face basked in it's warmth, he wouldn't let go of you, taking each and every detail in like he was wishing to stop time too and paint you. He could, he was an artist.

" You called me poetry..." His mouth quirked up in a delightful grin, like it explained all the merry and you groaned, looking away as you huffed the tingling in your body that wouldn't go, your eyes landed on a very eventful moment.

" Is that our Colin ? " You raised your brow at Benedict who sat up straighter and turned his gaze to the other side of the hall.

" Why is he eye murdering lord Debling ? " You asked him, he winked and pulled your chair closer, not caring if any mama saw or perhaps lady whistledown herself.

" Penelope is dancing with lord Debling, and well she's laughing at something too, oh—" Benedict whispered in the shell of your ear and you barely nodded, Colin looked like he had enough, he was making his way through the crowd towards Pen.

" Forty shillings if he punches lord Debling." You piped up, Benedict shaked his head.

" You are gonna lose cupcake, he's gonna take Miss Featherington's hand and—" you gasped when Colin stopped abruptly, said something urgently and took Penelope's wrist between his hand, Benedict cocked his head to his side and winked smugly.

" And ? " You drawled and it amused Benedict beyond limits, like he has been waiting for it.

" Birds and bees." He said in a code like hushed whisper, you smacked the back of his head.

" I don't have a mother, you know." You told Benedict and he touched his upper lip with the tip of his pink tongue, he nodded along knowingly.

" Well, someone's gotta teach you."

" Mm.. you are my best friend." You would look anywhere but at him but your eye's were locked in his, he was being brave then so can you. One step, not much.

" I can not tell you birds and bee." Benedict said sincerely.

" Colin helped Pen ! " You said, nose flaring as he worried his jaw but didn't say anything.

" He told her how kids are made, something like going to a farm and then...well he kissed her but that's not the point." You blurted in a whisper, he listened intently.

" He kissed her already ? "

" Well a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell but a lady can, but that's not the point! " You pouted, his resistance crumbled but then again, bloody bridgerton.

" That's not my place cupcake." He was breathing hard, his mouth would open and snap close again, taking back all the things left unsaid.

" Well then—" you hated how choked your voice got, you tried, didn't you, it's not like you left it on god's cue, this was the biggest hint you could have given him and if he didn't got this, then only bricks might work.

Give him one more, a small voice said in your head, it was yours, but stronger and braver than you.

" —then you can tell me about love."

Benedict laughed on that, like it was the funniest thing you had said.

" You know what? I take it back, I am gonna ask someone—" you smoothed your skirt and began to get up when he pulled you down.

" Sorry, I didn't mean that, sorry, don't go leaving me stranded." He pleaded.

You looked at him hard, looking for any sign of humour and you found none, he was glittering when he clapped his tongue and opened his mouth, his soft tongue resting like a tired cat.

" Love," he began," is like music."

" Like music." You repeated, struggling with the fit laughter that shook your shoulders.

Benedict glanced at you offended but when he spoke next, it was how the poets said, with longing and desire, like bleeding for your beloved and when no blood was left then it was ink and parchment.

" You can hear it in the silence." He said, you remembered those afternoons when no word was said between you and your bestfriend and yet nothing was hidden and left unsaid.

" You can feel it on your way home." He said, penetrating his gaze in you eyes and he remembered damn well that night after he rescued you from the lake when you almost drowned, the terror of losing you, the spark of holding you closer than ever.

" You can see it with the light's out, it's so bright and golden." Everything is more beautiful with you Benedict, you told him one Sunny afternoon, basking under a tree while he read you poetry, Better than Byron.

" Loving that one person will make you love yourself, with them, you are enough." He was whispering now, chest heaving as his hand trembled and unknowingly yours found his under the table, locked eye's and joined hands and sacred whispered chants. It was enough.

" You aren't too much, or too little, or loud or boring, you don't have to be interesting or witty or anything, being youself with them is enough." I like myself with you, he had told you when you were sixteen.

" That's love, being safe with them is love, being their home is love, to be able to leave all shades behind and be naked in just body and soul and not being afraid, not being embarassed is love."

" Benedict..." Your voice was soft and sweet and it took him a moment to realise he was crying, when you gently wiped it's proof with your handkerchief.

" I...I will be back in a moment—" he stumbled out, still smiling a small smile and oh god what you have done, you have ruined him as well your self and nothing will ever be the same.

" Yes...." You said, because he was waiting for your approval, he nodded back when he got it and disappeared amongst the crowd as you watched him leave.

Love was indeed like music, the one you liked, it could be light as bee buzzing and sharp as thunder roaring in clouds, it could be slow and rhythmic and soft like water flowing, it could be the sound of his laughter and the way he drew his breath, it could be how he whined and joked and played and teased, for you, love was the music and muse of Benedict bridgerton and yes, you were very much doomed.

" What a pleasant site, a spinster smiling on her own, have you planned some scandalous plan of yours to bag some noble man ? " Claire wheezed in a duckling like laughter, shared with Asha Patil and Gissele Turner.

You refused to say anything, it only further added spice to their boring marital lives, with their husbands out and wombs empty.

" Would you look at her ? She's giving us that attitude, no wonder she's still unmarried ! " Scowled Asha, with her frizzy hair and crooked nose, her eyes coated in loathing of most tainted kind.

" She might had gotten the ring if she wasn't being Mr. Bridgerton's bitch." Gissele whispered it down to you and anger shot up through your veins and your eyes snapped to her, it didn't matter if she was your elder sister and the rage that blinded you was so fierce that you didn't feel when two big tears rolled down your cheek.

" Don't cry now, you can always be his mistress atleast." They all laughed, loud and big and white teeth flashing, with their fake diamond rings rubbing in your eyes but it was too blur, you saw nothing, you heard nothing, everything was drowning around you.

" Speaking of mistresses, Lord Hasting has bought a bigger estate for his mistress than your home in east London and I wouldn't blame him lady Hasting."

You can hear it in the silence.

It was your love's voice, it was your Benedict speaking and you lifted your mascara stained lashed eyes at him.

If you had known him less than you couldn't have known of the terrible anger that was shaking him, that smile was no ordinary, it was feral and stray, wanting to tear anyone who dared to come near, he was burning in anger that was beyond words.

Claire sizzled at that remark, turning her hand to her palm side and only moments ago she was flashing her ring and now, she was hiding it.

" Don't ruin your reputation by showing ungratefuls such as her your pity Mr. Bridgerton." It would've hurt less, were it Claire or Asha, but it was your own half sister, be it half blood but blood all the same.

" Lady Turner, i have no wish to speak to you, you have hurt my best friend beyond words, you had taken her affections for granted so if someone's ungrateful then it's sorely you, you don't deserve a sister like her, she's too good for all of us." He was carefully placing the word and his anger slipped between, his teeth grinded and breath hitched, you stared, just at him and him, everything was getting dimmer but you knew in that moment, you would know him in darkness.

you can feel it with the light's out.

He had done many things for you, Benedict stole Anthony's horse to take you out on a midnight ride, he nicked Colin's sword and taught you fencing, bought ribbons of your favourite pastel silk, saved your favourite sweets, and so many and so more, but this was something you couldn't have done yourself if you wanted, he had done it, he had stood up for you and it was the most gleaming moment of your life, he wasn't playing hero, he wasn't being mean, he was protecting your with your honour and Benedict, the gentleman who wouldn't hurt a fly, he was going to dagger them down with words alone.

He was speaking and speaking and they were all quiet, their eyes low and nose bowed down, he was speaking and speaking, words clear with pure affection and respect and then your felt it.

The warmness aroused in your womanhood and an inaudible gasp parted through your lips as you felt the slicky wet feeling caress your inner thigh and the sensation was so electrifying that you had to close your eyes in order to take a breath and even then, you could feel his words, soft and praising, " ......if you were half good as a woman she is....." He was breathless and he wasn't stopping and something inside you wanted to cup his face and tell him, don't Stop, never stop.

And then his eyes looked for you, he found your gaze and held it and you felt the shame, you couldn't do this to him, this burning desire would take you both down in flames and what it would be to become one, only in ashes, it was scaring you.

And before you could think of say anything, you were already on your feet, stumbling through the crowd with your gown kissing the floor behind you.

You didn't know where you were going but far, away and this feeling wouldn't let go, you knew well but you wanted air, the warmness that was spreading was maddening and the hunger was tugging under your skin.

He was calling out your name, you hated yourself but you needed to run, this love would ruin you, what if Benedict hated you if you told him how you felt, how you thought about him, would he call you a whore along with Gissele, would it hurt more ?

More than anything.

His voice turned to pleading as crowd thickened and you were getting out of his sight. You wouldn't look back, because if you did then you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from doing something very stupid.

You were out of the gates, descending down the stairs as one heel slipped out but you didn't care, you were on a run.

Johnny was already motioning the horses as you frantically climbed in, you could see Colin chasing down Penelope's carriage in a distance as you opened the window to inhale heavy gulps of air.

Would Benedict Chase you down too ? Would he come and look for you ? And if he did, what would you tell him ?

You are my best friend.

Part 2