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eyesxxyou · 6 months

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Confessions Pt.i

♡ hobie brown x religious!reader

rating. m

word count. 4.4k

synopsis. after years of being missing, Hobie finally returns back to his hometown where his childhood crush still waits for him. but you're more dedicated to God than ever and he couldn't care less. he wants you and he intends show you all that you're missing out on

♡ °｡ ⋆⸜ warning: religious themes, criticism of Christianity, corruption kink, defiling kink, making out, suggestive language, mentions of death

Part. ii

You've always been the model child, the child who attended mass when others wanted nothing more to do with the church, who clutched their rosary at night in fervent prayer and often slept with it under their pillow. You were used to pinched cheeks and smiles at your seniors, twisting your purity ring around your finger when you're nervous.

You had never known sin in your life. The idea of premarital sex revolted you. You prayed for forgiveness whenever you thought someone was even remotely cute.

That all changed when Hobie came back into your life. He had changed a lot since you last saw him when he was just an altar boy. He had left the church for years, his mother still attending and always asking for the father to pray for her son to return to God. He was now wild, feral even, decked out in spikes, something of a permanent scowl on his dark, beautiful lips. His hair demanded attention in the a way that distracted from God. Everything about him seemed to be for the flesh, not for the Lord.

There was a time where the two of you were friends. Your mothers were friends so it only made sense that you would be too. He has always been outgoing, loud, yet kind and pure at heart, holy even. He used to walk with humility and humbleness. It was like he was entirely different person who had walked into mass with his hands in his pockets and a confident saunter in his steps. He demanded attention and jangle if his chains echoed off the walls of your small church. You were always taught to remain quiet and keep your head low.

You quickly turned your gaze when his found yours among the many. Did he even recognize you? It's been so many years. You hardly even recognized him if not for some telltale signs. His height, the slender beauty of his face, a freckle. You clutched your rosary tighter, in your hands– it's milk white pearls wrapped around your hand, the detailed cross with Ch*st hanging pressing into your skin.

You don't look at him as he and his mother sat next to you and yours. He sidled up next to you, an arm tossed along the pew behind your back. He smelt of things you did not know, like sin, like temptation, like Hobie.

"How've ya been, luv?" He spoke after listening to mass and deciding it was too boring for him. It seemed he did remember you, in all your meek shyness.

"I've been fine. I'm surprised you remember me." You whispered, trying not to interrupt, not to get too wrapped up in conversation during church when you should be focusing on God's good grace.

"F'course, I remember ya, dove. Still the prettiest girl in here."

Your cheeks burned softly with the compliment and for it, you you clutched the cross in your hand until the edges of it dug into your skin as punishment. "We shouldn't be talking during the congregation." You crossed your ankles, your mary janes knocking against each other as you prayed a silent prayer of forgiveness. You would not be tempted.

If it helped, Hobie thought you changed a lot as well. When did you get breasts that so obviously showed through your clothing? When did you get so pretty? When had you grown into a woman?

You allowed yourself light makeup, mascara, lip oils that made your lips all glossy and pouty. Your braided hair way pinned back out of your pretty face, caramel and black in color, tied back with a pink bow. You wore a white off the shoulder top and a pink skirt with lace trim at the bottom. White, see-through stockings clung to those chaste legs of yours and your feet were adorned with mary janes, decorated in more pink bows.

He had originally only come to mass to please his mother this one time but if you looked this pretty now, it might not hurt to come again.

After, your mothers were chatting with each other, his mother pinching your rosette cheeks as she always did, talking about how much of a good girl you were, how Hobie was already talking about when the next congregation would be all because of you. "You're leading him back to God, my love."

"Where is he? He never even said goodbye." Your mother looked around for him but he was gone, dipped the moment church was over. He'd be back, he said but you doubted it. His mother waved it off. "You know how the young ones are these days, they don't care much for mannerisms." She looked back to you, shyly standing behind your mother without much else to do besides go home. You were still young, only bordering on 20 and you still lived at home. You couldn't bear to leave your old, peeling, floral wallpaper and your collection of stuffies. Plus, working for a Chr*stian nonprofit didn't always pay the bills.

You wouldn't see Hobie again for another 4 of your congregations before he decided to show back up. He had scandalized the church by wearing a crop top, was the talk of the town when he slid into the pew next to you and tossed his arm behind you once again like you two were close. His body was pressed against yours, his warm skin against your shoulders neck, the smell of musky cologne, the deviating gorgeousness of his face. His finger curled around one of your neat box braids, curled and uncurled, curled and uncurled.

You were wearing a pink camisole shirt with more lace at the top and bottom, and a white maxi skirt with little roses dotting the fabric. You wished you had worn something that revealed less of your skin because you should feel his skin on yours and it made you feel hotter than the sun and more of a sinner than the devil himself because his skin felt so nice and soft against yours and you wanted him to stay right there he was, with his knee touching yours and his fingers playing with your hair. How scant a knee touch could be.

"Who's it goin' t'day, doll?" Hobie leaned over and whispered in your ear. You leaned away from him, muttering silent prayers asking for strength in such rough times. "I'm okay, Hobie… How are you today?" You managed to get out.

"'m quiet chipper actually, my mum jus' asked ya mum if we could hang out again, thinks ya good f'me. Will make me 'believe in God again', 'n allat."

How great, how perfect. Now you'd constantly be in his presence. You'd be happy to spend time with Hobie but this Hobie was not the Hobie you knew. He was a stranger to you. It’s been so many years since he simply ran from home and only recently has he decided to come back into his family’s lives for unknown reasons. You were nervous around new people and in all ways that mattered, Hobie was a new person.

“Well, do you want to believe in God?”

“No’ particularly, no. But I promised mum since I ran away.” He was only 16 when he left, now he’s back at 21 and his mother almost smacked him straight across the face when he showed back up on her door. All these years, everyone in the community operated under the assumption that he had died.

Before the parish began his sermon in which he’d get progressively sweatier and out of breath across the 2 hours which Hobie always used to snicker at, he spoke. “I’d like to welcome back Hobart. After being gone for 5 years, he’s finally returned back home.” Everyone clapped for him, including you, but he just let his hand drop and began drawing circles on your exposed shoulder.

He kept like this through the entire sermon, touching you in some way, shape, or form. He chuckled softly at some of the things the parish said and whispered to you about things completely unrelated. “Le’s go back to our usual spot, doll. You remember?” His warm breath fanned your ear with the promise of something wrong if you go with him. You turned to look at him and found his face far closer than you thought it was, a smirk playing on his pierced lips.

“Would you genuinely listen to what I have to say.”

“I’ll listen to whateva comes from those pretty lips of yas, dove. Every single word.” He was so much more flirtatious now. He had you clutching your rosary every time he was around you, an action that did not go unnoticed. He placed his freehand on top of the ball of yours and your hands fell open beneath his warm palm. You already had scars littering your palms from all your years of grabbing the cross too tight for protection.

“Stop doin’ tha’, you gonna hurt yaself.”

That was the last thing he said to you all sermon.

He stuck around after church this time, his mother with a firm grasp on his wrist to ensure he didn’t go off and disappear again. You hung around your parents, your eyes always wandering about to find Hobie. It was hard not to find him. His height and his hair made it impossible to miss him.

“Mama, Hobie and I are gonna go somewhere quieter. I’ll be back home in time for dinner.” You kissed her cheek and tapped your father’s hand to get his attention before motioning that you were going to go. He was in the middle of deep conversion with the parish. He nodded dismissively and with that, you made your way to Hobie.

“Ms. Brown. Is it okay if I take Hobie with me?” Her grip on her son’s wrist was deadly, out of fear that he may run away from her again. She wouldn’t be letting him go unless she was sure he was in good hands, and in her eyes, yours were holy. “Of course.” She smiled upon you with fondness, her accent of her homeland thick in her voice. “Hobie, be good.”

Hobie shrugged out of her hold. “Yeah, I hear ya.” He tossed an arm around you and dragged you off towards the spot where the two of you would always hang out as children, an old playset that was rusting over by now and couldn’t possibly be safe enough for children to play on. It was a little down the way from the church just in front of a stretch of woods that separated the playground from the creek.

You went to cautiously sit on one of the rusty swings while Hobie dropped himself down without a care. He looked at you, your moisturized skin glistening in gold under the sun. You tossed your hair over your shoulder to better feel the sun on your shoulders while it lasted. The winters in your hometown were brutal at times so any heat was much welcomed on your end.

“Go ‘head then, gimme all the reasons why I should want salvation.” He’s heard it all. Especially from his mother. He had come back an entirely different person and point blank told her that he didn’t believe in a higher power and wouldn’t be attending church while he was visiting. His poor, Jamaican mother, a devout Catholic, acted as if he had just struck her across the face. She cried, she prayed as she does every night to this very day, and she rebuked the devil "who had taken her son" from him.

She had managed to manipulate him into coming to church at least once. And then he saw you. His old best friend, his longest standing crush, and decided that he’d stick around a little longer.

You fiddled with your rosary. "Well, there's nothing I can say to change your mind if you already aren't open to the idea. I'm not here to convince you of anything. But Hobie– why did you leave? We were all worried sick over you, praying that you were safe. After the first year, we thought you…"

“Died? No, I toughed it ou’. “N I didn’t exactly go anywhere. I’d been to so many places that I couldn’t name jus’ one. I jus’ knew I didn’ wanna be here.” He shrugged and drug his boot in the gravel, the rusty sound of the swingset let out a creak every time he swung. “‘M tired talkin’ ‘bout me. How’ve you been, luv?” His voice grew tender when talking to you, his eyes were a touch softer as well, almost flirtatiously so.

Nervously, you spoke of all the things that have happened since he left. “Father has blessed me with a good life. I’ve been studying His word more and I feel closer than ever to Him–”

Hobie pretended to yawn before snickering to himself. “I don’ wanna hear about allat. I wanna hear ‘bout you, not tha’ bloke.” You gasped at his choice of words, the casual blasphemy from his lips, and held your rosary to your chest. “Hobie!” you scolded him and he raised his hands in surrender. “My fault, luv. I forgot you were still brainwashed.” He murmured the last part under his breath. “Tell me ‘bout you. Tha’s all I wanna know ‘bout.”

You didn’t know what to say. Usually talk about how good God is suffices for people. No one ever really wanted to hear about you, they usually wanted you meek and quiet, submissive and innocent in your ways.

“I attended a purity ball soon after you left.” You raised your hand to show off the ring that adorned your finger as a symbol of your purity. “I thought it was the right thing to do. Everyone thought that we would get married when we got older so when you disappeared, I needed to wait for the right man to come along.” You didn’t sound as excited as everyone else around you was. Your mother was happy to dress you up in a white dress and your father was even happier to take your hand and claim you as his until a Godly man came around to take your hand in marriage. But it all just felt weird to you.

“I always though’ those things were fucked.” Hobie admitted. “Gettin’ married to ya dad so he owns you until another man comes around to take ya leash.”

“It’s not like that.”

“How’s it like then?” Hobie raised a pierced brow at you, waiting for a witty response only for you to fall flat. You shift your gaze from his. “It was my choice. I was distraught that you were gone, Hobie.” You twisted your ring around finger anxiously. “My whole life everyone told me that we were going to get married and suddenly you up and left and my life was spiralling.” You babbled, tears swelling in your eyes, overwhelmed by it all, overwhelmed by him so suddenly showing back up in your life with all these questions and opinions.

“You don’ think ya gonna marry me anymore?” Hobie reached out and traced a finger down the scant of your arm. You whipped away from him and wiped the tears before they could fall, looking back to him with hardness in that soft gaze of yours. It was hard to take you seriously with eyes like those and the pout in your lips. “That’s not something to joke about.” You ripped yourself away from him because if you didn’t, you would have shivered under his touch.

“Who said I was jokin’? Remember when would kiss back here after church. You were a little rebel back then.” He pointed to the treeline where the two of you would sit in the grass and innocently peck each other's lips, justifying it by saything the two of you would eventually get married anyway. It was innocent at the time but your face lit up, your cheeks burning with humiliation at the memory. You placed your hands over your face and shook your head. “We were children at the time. We didn’t know any better.”

“Why don’t we do that now?

“Hobie!” You reached over and slapped his arm. A smile stretched across his lips, a smile you always admired. It sparkled with a touch of mischievousness. “What is wrong with you!”

He got up off the swing. “The bible doesn’ say nothin’ ‘bout kissin’. Plus, we’re married anyway, by law of children’s imagination. Tha’s gotta count f’somethin’.” He began walking through the gravel and onto the grass towards the spot where the two of you would sit and kiss. He looked back at you, his expression asking if you would come with him.

You looked uneasily down at your hands with your rosary and your purity ring. He was right. The bible didn’t say anything against kissing before marriage and you’d be a liar if you said you weren’t attracted to Hobie, with his sly smirks and teasing remarks. You stood slowly and made your way over to where Hobie sat, teasing you with an alluring smile and a hooded gaze.

You sat beside him, a great distance away with your rosary and your bible you brought along. You were so nervous you were shaking and Hobie was not blind. “I’m not tryna pressure you into nothin’, dove. It was all jus’ fun ‘n games.”

"I just wanna stay pure, Hobie. I wanna be untouched for my husband. I wanna be a good wife." You couldn't bear the idea of being tainted, of being impure. You shook with the fear of it, tossed and turned in the dead of night worrying over it, twisting and turning your ring around your finger.

You fell back in the grass, Hobie's figure leaning over you as you look at the sunlight streaming through the leaves of the trees looking overhead. You sighed with anxiety, grabbing fistfuls of grass in your hands.

Hobie scoffed at the notion. "You think being a good wife means you have to be a virgin?" You looked at him as if it were obvious. "Of course. I'm supposed to be pure and submissive for my husband. That's how I make it into Heaven."

There was something unreadable on on Hobie's face, an expression that bordered on anger and treaded on distaste. "Luv, you have no idea how…" he trailed off. Brainwashed you are. But he didn't finish. You were right. If someone wasn't open to the idea, they'd never hear you. He had to get the idea across to you in a way you'd understand.

"There are ways to find Heaven on Earth." He told you, laying down in the grass beside you. He lied on his side to face you, a warm hand tracing the round of your jaw with his fingertips to make you look at him. "I'll show you if you let me." His lips hovered over yours and for the first tips you did not retreat from him. Your mind screamed passage after passage at you but your body melted into his warmth and you relented when he pressed his lips to yours.

You were just so innocent. It would be so easy to show you a world of pleasure you never knew existed. You didn't even know how to kiss. You let him take the lead, let him press his tongue to the seam of your lips and nervously parted them to let him intrude upon your sacred body. This was sacrilege, the way his tongue found yours, something far beyond an innocent kiss. His tongue coaxed yours to move like his, gently and with fervor. His tongue piercing pressed against the chaste muscle of your tongue, untouched before in a way like this.

It was messy and uncoordinated, lips, teeth, and tongue all touched and caressed each other, teeth biting lips, tongues soothing the aftermath. Hobie chuckled into your mouth suddenly turning from timid to desperately seeking him out and suckling on his lip piercing, then his tongue, wanting him so desperately.

You moaned softly, a hot feeling growing between your legs that scared you. Did he know, could he feel it, the way you rubbed your thighs together? Was this sin? This feeling of warm wetness growing so steadily between your thighs?

Hobie brought his hand beneath your maxi skirt, his warm against your bare, unsullied thigh. He kept it there, his fingers gripping your flesh, thumb rubbing circles against your pink panties. He must be able to feel it, this feeling you had no name for but felt so good each time you pressed your thighs together.

This had to be wrong, a pleasure of the body, something Earthy, something that would plant you right in Hell. But if it felt this good…

Hobie was the one who first broke from the kiss, leaving you whimpering wantonly, your lips seeking out his until you realized just what you were doing. He was laughing at you and suddenly you felt exposed and embarrassed, biting your kiss-swollen lips. "'M sorry, dove. I ain' mean t' laugh. I just ain' expect you to get so into it." He reached up and pushed your braids out of your face and tucked them behind your ear.

You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. "I just…I've never felt that way before." It was almost embarrassing to admit.

Hobie frowned a bit. "No' even when you touch yaself?" He's always been a bit forward with his questions but this one has to take the cake. You rolled away from him, so humiliated by his questions that you physically couldn't touch him with such an idea in your head.

"You've neva touched yaself?"

You shook your head. You never knew you could for one, your parents never allowed you to take health class in highschool, the idea of you touching yourself in recent years only made you resent yourself for conceiving such an idea and you had immediately went to the father about it to confess your sins.

Hobie was silent for a moment, thinking about something, you had no idea what, not until he spoke again. "You should come back to my place at the end of the week."

"I can't possibly. I mean– it's not right for two people at our age to be alone in one's house. It's a breeding ground for sin." You sat up with grass in your hair, tugging down your skirt that Hobie had lifted. "We can't, Hobie. It would be ungodly." As if what happened here wasn't just the same. The imprint of your bodies were still imprinted in the grass, pressed against each other, intimate in a way neither of you should have been.

Hobie got up after you and grabbed your wrist. You shuddered at his touch, the hot ache between your thighs making your legs feel weak or maybe it was just him. His lips were less swollen than yours but your gloss was smudged all across them, making you realize that if you went out as you were, you'd look like nothing more than a harlot. You'd have to take time to fix your makeup which was already light to begin with. Too much makeup would make you out to be a common whore too.

"Just think 'bout it, will ya? Jus' f'me, doll." He was so good at persuasion, those eyes of his could turn from predatory to soft and pleading so fast. You wonder how many people he's used it on, from his parents to innocent girls just like you he meant to completely tear apart and defile.

You've always been weak to him, even just a little. You recognized your Hobie in there, despite the clothes and the hair and the confidence. It's not that he's changed, just that he's found himself out there in the world wherever he's been.

"Fine… I'll think about it. But that's no guarantee that I'll go." Your voice wavered in confidence as he approached and took your chin between his finger and thumb and tilted your head upward. He looked between your eyes then down at your lips before bending down to kiss you once more.

You didn't resist him, not one bit. His tongue teased entrance to your mouth but never fully went there. His lips melded against yours, smooth as butter, so lightly you almost thought he wasn't there. His large hands found purchase on your waist, pulling you in close. You were still so awkward about it, you didn't know if you should do more. Kissing like this felt like sex, like sin, like something you shouldn't be doing. But he made it feel so good, made your guilt melt away against his lips.

You told yourself that there was no scripture that frowned upon kissing, that you weren't doing anything wrong. You had nothing to be ashamed of yet but you felt that Hobie had ways to make you do something wrong and make you not even realize it before it was already done.

"Y/n? Y/n, where are you?" You could hear your father calling you and immediately you placed your hands against Hobie in a panic and shoved him away from you, backing away yourself to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

Hobie smiled at you and used his thumb to clean up your smeared lipgloss. "Jus' think 'bout it, luv. If you come, I'll show ya what real Heaven feels like." You pulled away from him, from his tender touch against your face, holding your rosary-wrapped Bible to your chest. You felt if you didn't, he'd be able to see right through you, see the way your heart raced and leaped. Maybe he’d see how weak you were for him, how you were always willing to go along with his antics as children and now that you finally had him back, you’d do almost anything he asked of you.

“You should really stop saying things like that.” You murmured, marching past him to return to your parents before they find the two of you in another compromising position. Hobie watched your retreating figure, your hips unintentionally swaying with each step.

Fuck all these people brainwashing you, telling you these stories to scare you into compliance, denying you your own pleasure. The only reason he came back to this damned place was for you. He couldn’t care less about anyone else here. He’d take you, defile you, show you the pleasures of the flesh, show you the gates of Heaven right here on Earth in his bed.

His sweet, innocent, little thing. He’d have to show you all you were missing out on.

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Could i make a request for Cassian where him and reader aren't a thing yet but she has been in love with him for centuries but because she is so insecure and shy she doesnt have it in her to tell Cassian. So later on when nesta comes in, reader sees him spending a lot of time with nesta and reader thinks her chances are over with Cassian and is upset and starts isolating herself, not eating and getting weaker. The whole inner circle is confused by her change and worried, and finally when cassian realises, he comes in and tells reader he loves her and wants her only. They could end up being mates too...upto you!!

Forever yours.

Cassian x f!Reader.

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst.

I had so much fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it.

“Give it back” you screamed as the five young boys held your diary. They were taller than you and you couldn’t reach it. You were in the middle of a circle they created with their bodies jumping to reach your diary as they laughed.

“Come on, just get it shortie” one of them yelled.

“Please” your voice was breaking. The tallest one was shaking your diary above his head tearing some pages with the motion.

“If I were you I would give it back” a new voice sounded. The boys turned in the direction it came from. They were so tall that you couldn’t see who it was, just the top of his head since he was taller than them, black hair was the only thing you could see.

“We’re not you though. But thanks for the advice” one of the boys snorted.

“It’s not an advice, it’s a warning.”

“What are you going to do about that bastard?” The tallest one said.

You didn’t see anything else than a blur, he moved so fast… you only heard some cracking and groans. Three of the boys ran away while the other two including the one who had your diary were on the ground, blood was pouring down their noses. And then you saw him, a boy… he looked a bit older than you, black hair that reached his chin and the most beautiful hazel eyes you had ever seen.

“I think this belongs to you” he smiled and gave you the diary.

“Thank you” you smiled and hugged him.

And that was how you and Cassian met almost 500 years ago. You grew up in an Illyrian camp, and because you were high fae; the Illyrian kids loved to make fun of you and hurt you. One of the women found you one day in the woods and took you in. The lord of the camp felt pity for you and let her raise you there. You later on found out that the residents of the nearby village used to sacrifice their first born if it was a female to the cauldron in order to conceive a male next time. You didn’t know who your parents were and didn’t really care, if they were able to leave a baby in the woods then you didn’t want to meet them anyway.

Cassian became your protector after the incident and as the years passed you fell in love with him. It was hard to be in love with someone like Cass, he is a stunning male in every way possible and gets a lot of attention from the females. The other reason why it is so hard is that he is so loud and outgoing while you are shy and quiet. You couldn’t see how it would work out for the two of you if you ever became something more than friends, so you kept your mouth shut and never revealed your feelings. He would never bother with a female like me. You always thought.

Then you moved to Velaris and Rhysand gave you some duties as a healer so you kept yourself occupied and didn’t really think about the whole situation with Cassian anymore.

Later on, Feyre burst into your life and everything changed for the better, you two became good friends and you strongly believed that she discovered your feelings about him, yet she never said anything so you weren’t sure.

But even though Feyre’s arrival brought you so much joy, you couldn’t say the same about her sisters -especially Nesta. The oldest Archeron sister was something made out of the worst nightmare, she gave migraines to everyone in the inner circle and especially Rhysand. In order to create some peace Cassian approached her and helped her overcome her addictions and fears and finally embrace what she became when she emerged from the Cauldron. You had never felt more proud of him.

The pride though didn’t last long as the jealousy crept in; Cassian would spend more and more time with Nesta and completely ignore you and the plans you made and even though you always thought you didn’t have a chance with him this time you were sure about that. How could you ever compete with her? She was absolutely gorgeous and talented, she moved gracefully as she grew up in a wealthy family -at least until they bankrupted- and she was confident and strong. You on the other hand felt like a joke in front of her… you didn’t feel as beautiful as her, you didn’t have her grace you were raised in an Illyrian camp for crying out loud and you weren’t confident at all.

You believed that you could handle the pain and move on but things never go as we hope.

At first you missed training and when Cassian didn’t even notice… you were devastated so you stopped eating too. This was not a decision you made, you just completely lost your appetite. You were getting weaker and thinner as the days went by and suddenly lost every ounce of energy for social interaction. You skipped the night outs and shopping trips with Mor, you stopped hanging out with everyone and missed every dinner. The rest of the inner circle seemed to notice that and tried to approach you but you brushed them off.

You groaned as you heard noise from the dining room, Rhysand once again decided to have a dinner party in the house of wind -your house.

You couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t have those in the river house. You shut your bedroom’s door and laid on your bed. Maybe if you slept no one would try to bother you.

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Dining room

“What are we going to do about y/n?” Rhysand asked with a worried look on his face.

Cassian glanced around in confusion.

“Why what’s wrong with her?” He was panicking.

“Are you serious?” Mor exclaimed. “When was the last time she came to training? Or to dinner? Or anywhere?”

“She has lost way too much weight” Azriel added.

Cassian’s eyebrows were furrowed as he thought everything his friends said. He was trying so hard to help Nesta in order to keep his high lord and high lady -brother and sister at this point- happy that he didn’t notice what was happening to you. He started thinking about when he last saw you acting like your old self. It was a few days after Nesta appeared…that was the last time you smiled at him. And then he realised why.

He didn’t hear anything else they said, he just abruptly stood up and hurried off to your room.

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You heard footsteps down the hall and you shut your eyes again, making your breath even and parting your lips… hoping you would be able to trick whoever was coming to get you. There was a soft knock on your door and when you didn’t reply you heard it open.

Someone walked slowly towards your bed and sat down next to you. His musky scent with a little bit of spice made your heart beat faster.

Cassian.

You felt a hand caressing your cheek and his voice soft and melodic as he spoke.

“Doll, I know you’re not sleeping… I taught you this remember?”

You wanted to cry, he always knew when you lied… it was like he knew every part of your soul and maybe he did… after all he taught you everything you now know, you grew up together.

You opened your eyes and glanced at him. He was so beautiful, you just stared at him not sure what to say. Cassian pulled the duvet off you and scanned your body.

“They were right you have lost way too much weight” he frowned. You only nodded.

“What is going on doll please talk to me” he pleaded.

“Nothing I’m okay” you muttered and tried to turn your back on him to no avail since he grabbed your hip and laid you again on your back.

“You don’t get to do this baby. Talk to me!”

“I’m fine Cassian leave. Nesta is probably wondering where the hell you are.” You shouted, surprising both Cassian and you.

“So that’s what this is all about. Nesta…” Cassian smiled once you confirmed his initial thoughts.

“Are you in love with me?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.

You shook your head, you didn’t want to destroy your friendship.

“That’s a shame, because I’m completely and utterly in love with you.” You gaped at him. “From the moment I saw that little short girl crying and jumping in that circle I knew that she was the one for me. And I promised to love and protect her until my last breath. And because of that promise I didn’t want to tell you that I’m in love with you just in case I ruined our friendship and you distanced yourself.”

You didn’t know what to say, tears filled your eyes and he wiped away the few that escaped with his thumbs.

“Cass…” you whispered.

“I love you and only you forever” he whispered back and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much that it hurts” you replied.

And then he captured your lips with his own, the kiss soft yet needy. Sparkles erupted in your stomach and then you both froze.

You felt your chest tightening and then it snapped. You gasped and stared at Cassian wide-eyed… his eyes filled with tears and he chuckled.

“We are mates” you smiled.

“Yes we are, and I am the luckiest bastard on this world” he grinned and you slapped his chest.

Everything was going to be alright you thought as you let your mate pull you in his strong arms.

Princess chapter 3 coming tomorrow! Requests are open!

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f4irydaydreams · 2 years

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mike and dustin find out about eddies secret girlfriend

a/n oops it went longer than i thought it would. not proof read at all </3 kind of bad but a cute idea i had. we could all use a little fluff right now:) i also really wanna bake cookies soo

no one would’ve thought that eddie ‘the freak’ munson would be dating someone as sweet as y/n l/n.

she wasn’t popular like the crissy and the other cheerleaders but everyone knew her, since she was one of the nicest people at hawkins high. she wasn’t particularly outgoing or chatty but the minute she found someone she felt comfortable around, her thoughts would spill out of her mouth.

it wasn’t likely for her to cross paths with eddie munson. y/n always had an eye out for him. something about his big doe eyes and silly smile stood out to her from a distance. she was always too shy to approach him.

when eddie saw y/n walking home in the pouring rain one afternoon he couldnt just leave her there. one thing led to another and their unexpected friendship turned into secret romance.

its not that she was embarrassed around him or that they went out of the way to hide things, he just wanted to keep her to himself for as long as he could.

and he knew hellfire would lost their minds over someone like her.

y/n spent a lot of time in eddies trailer since his uncle was barely around and her parents werent exactly present. his place had changed a but since she was practically living there. everything was cleaner and so much more organized.

a few of her little trinkets started to make their way into eddies room. of course he never noticed. bottle of pink nail polish standing out beside his black ones. a couple hair ribbons lying around. a small teddy that looked extremely out of place in eddies chaotic room. some stuff even made it’s way around the trailer, like a vase of tulips sitting by the front door.

just because eddie didnt pay mind to these things dosent mean it wasnt starting to become obvious that there was a girl in his life.

dustin and mike felt something was off sitting on the living room couch in eddies trailer waiting for him to bring out a hellfire shirt, that mike accidentally burnt. the place was a little nicer that they last saw and the kitchen area smelled strongly of cookies.

they were too scared to question eddie who was already upset, considering this is the third time one of the these munchkins have ‘disrespected’ the hellfire shirt.

“you two, dont move. dont snoop. and dont touch anything”

mike an dustin gave each other the same look the minute eddie was out of sight.

dustin breaks the silence, “are we sure this is eddies trailer?”

before mike could get a word out he was interrupted by the sound of keys being jammed into the lock. the boys were ready to run out thinking mr munson was back home.

neither of them were prepared to see a pretty girl walk in wearing what seemed to be a pink hellfire shirt? their jaws were practically on the floor.

“sorry i took so long my love, i think the cookies are almost— uhm wheres eddie?”

she froze in front of the two boys who looked like they had a hundred questions to ask.

“hes uh we were just” “eddies in his room”

the boys clearly stumbling over their words stared mindlessly. wondering why there was a girl in eddies trailer baking cookies out of everything.

“eddie!”, the girls eyes lit up as he walked into the room to see his girl standing in front of two very puzzled teenage boys.

“eddie who is this?” “why is she wearing a hellfire shirt?” “no why is she baking cookies for you?” “did you give her your keys?”

the boys panicked rambling was amusing to y/n who was now smiling at their outburst.

“alright can it dipshits!” he wrapped his arm around the her waist tugging her close to him. “this is my girlfriend, y/n. no i will not be answering any questions”

she shly waved at the boys and placed a small kiss on eddies cheek before going to the back to pull the cookies off the cooling rack.

“here have some! i just baked them its a new recipe. you kids must be hungry and i know eddie dosent feed you at hellfire” she smiled brightly at the boys handing them the freshly backed, slightly crooked looking chocolate chip cookies.

“uhm thank you. but first can i ask you something?”

“sure! mike wheeler right? im friends with your sister”

“yeah uhm you’re dating eddie? i mean eddies great but youre so sweet and hes so.....you know”

eddie smacked the boys head lightly, “whats that supposed to mean?”

y/n bit her lip to keep her from laughing, their little secret was out but they didn’t mind it at all.

“hes quite the charmer and secretly a big softie”, y/n pulled his face down and booped his nose giggling, “arent you baby”

eddie groaned at her cheesiness knowing she was messing with him in front of his friends.

its safe to say his friends never saw eddie the same way again. he wanted to keep your sweet soul to himself for a bit longer but he loved that he could show everyone how much he loved you <33

#daisy writes 🤍#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson is still alive shut up #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x girly! reader #eddie munson cute #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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whimsicalpoet44 · 1 year

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Indicators of an attractive spouse in astrology

Idea credit: @harmoonix Thank you for the idea :)

Now, astrology used to use certain signs to indicate husband/wife, but we know that not everyone identifies as a man or a woman, so I use these same indicators to indicate feminine/masculine energy (since we all have both). But feel free to use them the traditional way if that's how you identify! I just want to be inclusive for everyone :)

[Traditionally, Venus was associated with how women attracted partners, and mars was associated with how men attracted partners, but there are other interpretations out there using other planets. You can use masc/fem energy or whatever gender you align with.]

Your Venus Sign can indicate the type of people that may find you attractive. Venus rules love and beauty. It can also represent someone's feminine side to their character.

Venus Sign:

Aries: You're likely to attract someone who appreciates that you're more dominant in the relationship. They may find your straightforwardness and leadership qualities endearing. They may also appreciate how you stand up for others. You need strongly expressed emotions to stay in a relationship with someone.

Taurus: You will likely attract someone whose love language is gift giving. They will probably appreciate how down to earth you are and the stability/safety you can provide in a relationship once you're committed. You may deal with jealousy in a relationship.

Gemini: You will attract a person that loves deep conversations. The attraction may be more to do with the mind than the outward appearance. You need someone to keep up with your curiosity about life. You can end a relationship if you feel like you don't have freedom.

Cancer: You can attract others who need more nurturing than others, but that's okay, because you love to give it. Just be mindful of those who may try to take advantage of you. Insecurity from past relationships can show themselves here.

Leo: You attract people who love your giant childlike nature. They have to be okay with the attention you may require and they won't mind you being the biggest light in the room.

Virgo: You appreciate the small things. You might not be outright vocal about your attraction to someone, but they'll know by the small compliments you make and details you remember about them. You attract people that appreciate being seen. You're probably cautious in love.

Libra: As a social person, you'll attract someone that doesn't mind being in social settings. They'll be outgoing and appreciate you for your kindness. You may view love as a spiritual experience.

Scorpio: You'll attract people that love your intensity. Anyone that can appreciate your take on life and the different facets of beauty. (i.e. finding beauty in pain, mystery, etc) You are likely to give everything you have to the relationship.

Sagittarius: You attract people that admire your adventurous spirit. You value anyone that can have intellectual conversations, but you don't particularly care for deeply personal conversations right off the bat. You want to have fun and your partner will want to have fun with you. You may leave if you feel that you cannot express yourself freely.

Capricorn: Though you come off cold, you attract people that know there's more to you than that. They'll appreciate your low emotional needs and they'll value you for your confidence and self reliant behavior. You fear non reciprocated love.

Aquarius: You'll attract someone that values your dreamer spirit. Your partners will likely value your need for change and can find beauty there. You aren't likely to get jealous.

Pisces: People may find you attractive because of your beautiful eyes, but they stay for your mysterious and caring energy. You are sensitive and empathetic, which appeals to your romantic partners. You may lose yourself in the relationship if you aren't careful.

Mars can indicate one's desires, passion, and what impacts our emotions. Represents someones masculine side to their character.

Mars

Aries: Attracted to someone who is direct and confident. You may have a tendency to be physically attracted to people with an athletic build or those involved in athletics.

Taurus: Attracted to someone who is consistent and always shows up. They provide stability for you. You can also be attracted to someone who does physical labor for a job/hobby. (i.e. woodworker, needle work, surgeon, trades, etc.) They can offer consistency for you (and Taurus is ruled by the hands)

Gemini: May be attracted to tall and long limbed partners. The person will have great intellectual skill. You want someone you can joke with and debate the existence of life with. You want someone that can challenge you above all else.

Cancer: Attracted to someone that isn't afraid to show their sensitive and caring nature. You crave depth and you love when a person is protective over you. You maybe physically attracted to partners that are taller or bigger than you.

Leo: Attracted to someone that's outgoing and confident. A little jealousy on their part can be a turn on for you. You want someone you can joke with and ultimately have fun with.

Virgo: You like someone that cares about their health. If they can take care of themselves, then they will be able to take care of you. You also need someone that matches your intelligence.

Libra: You like people that have great style! You also enjoy someone with a romantic nature. Quality time is a must for you.

Scorpio: Depth is necessary for you. You like the moody and brooding type of person. You probably crave a deep and intense connection full of emotional intimacy. You might not mind a dominant and possessive partner. (Just make sure it's in a healthy way)

Sagittarius: You want someone honest. Someone that will tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. You want someone to have fun with and you enjoy "class clown" archetypes. Laughing is a must for you. You may be physically attracted to someone's thighs/legs in a romantic partnership.

Capricorn: You need someone with goals and aspirations. You like the stability a partner can bring. "Actions speak louder than words" ring true for you. Teeth/bone structure may be a feature you look at first in the physical attributes of a potential partner.

Aquarius: You like someone that shows who they are in their style...and it may eccentric. You value someone for their individuality. You like a person that can make any situation fun and interesting.

Pisces: You could be attracted to someone whose complicated, but you feel good when you crack their exterior shell. You want someone that doesn't mind showing compassion and is empathetic by nature.

Beauty Indicators

Libra Rising or in the 1st: Libra is ruled by Venus, the planet of love/beauty. These people tend to have a very beautiful outward appearance.

Aspects in Natal Chart

Saturn-Ascendant: Saturn rules bone structure. These people often have very attractive physiques/faces/skin.

Venus Trine/Sextile Neptune: Great style and great at aesthetics. They can draw attention to their best features easily.

**All signs are attractive, so I'll probably do a post on rising signs and physical features in the future. These are just placements I've noticed that many equate with outward beauty**

Synastry Indicators

Having the same moon sign can indicate synastry. You probably are both comfortable with one another on an emotional level.

Whatever sign is in your 7th house is probably the sign you attract the most romantically. (7th House = house of marriage/partnerships)

Moon sign in the 7th house: great indicator for marriage. (Moon represents emotions. The 7th house is the house of marriage.)

Eros-Juno aspects: Very passionate relationship. Union often feels fated or like destiny.

#astro observations #astrology observations #astrology #libra venus #synastry #compatibility

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saiidahyunie · 5 months

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these moments are everything with you

kim dahyun x reader

synopsis: you thought you’d be better off alone, until you met her.

warnings: very very very small angst ; mostly fluff

wc: 4.2k

a/n: @gayforminatozaki @miinatozakiii i was perplexed with the lack of dahyun drabbles in your reblogs so don't mind me i'm just here to fulfill my quota in the dahyun works department (and also becuase she's my ult bias so i just had to write something for her cuz it would be a crime if i didn't)

had this one sitting the google drive for a couple days now so i thought now would be a good time to post this before i focus on finals for the next week and a half. :/

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱🎧｡°✩⭑: moments by michah edwards (this pushed the fic inspo a lot this song is so cute >.<)

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there was only one word to describe you: average.

anyone that was friends with you or in your family knew that you weren’t the most outgoing person to be around. you didn’t talk much only when it mattered in the conversation and your friends still accepted you for being that way. taking pride in being introverted while also willing to do whatever they asked was a strength in itself.

once everyone went their separate ways for college, your small band of five friends were worried about how you’d handle the dorm experience.

“how much do you wanna bet y/n will be friends with the instructors before any of the students?”

“y/n’s a bookworm already as it is so i wouldn’t be surprised that the library or dorm will be the go-to spot.”

you knew that jihyo and jeongyeon meant well and shrugged their comments off when they helped you move into your dorm the first year. in fact, you used the criticism as motivation as you were the top of your class, eventually rubbing it in their face when jeongyeon had to retake a chem class over the summer during your guys’ second year. as for bambam, junho, and ryujin, the other three friends in the group, they couldn't help but laugh at jeong’s blunder as you sat across from her with a sly smirk on your face.

fast forward a year later and it’s finals week before the summer break. everyone is in a rush, the library was packed, cafes were having a field day, and you couldn’t wait to hear the infamous “midnight screams.” all throughout the week in your dorm. your main math building had several classrooms but you managed to find an open one that wasn’t occupied. you opened the door and scanned the dark room for anything out of the ordinary; sighing in relief, you stepped in the empty classroom and got to work.

you scrounged up three desks together to make a mock table for your stuff as you got to work on the giant blackboard behind you. about forty-five minutes into your study session, you scribbled an equation on the board with a sturdy piece of chalk. you turn your head to the right side as you see the door open and see a girl with wavy raven colored hair with glasses, making eye contact with you stopping in her tracks.

“oh shoot, i thought this room was empty.” she started saying, “this was my usual place to study since the library gets overpacked.” you stood there as she briefly apologized and started to turn around. it only took a split second, but you made a choice that would change everything, not even your friends back home would believe this if you said it the first time. you set the chalk down on the board and wiped your hands off with the remnants of it, coughing slightly because of the dust from your hands.

“you don’t have to leave! i don’t mind if you study here too.” you called out to her, scratching the back of your head and sharply inhaling through your teeth, hoping that she’d take up on your offer.

the girl stopped her movements when your voice reached her and turned back to you, pondering on your offer. she had a judgment call to make: either look for another room to study in or study with you, making a new friend in the process. thirty seconds had passed and with a blank expression on her face, she walked into the class, setting all of her study materials next to yours on the desk. once she got herself situated, she walked up to you, sticking her hand out.

“i’m kim dahyun.” the girl said smiling, finally putting her name to the face.

“it’s nice to meet you dahyun, i’m y/n.” you said, returning the same smile.

usually you weren’t the kind of person to be flustered when meeting a girl for the first time, but there was something about dahyun that made your head spin and your heart go up an’ over. you shook her hand and held onto hers for a little longer than you should’ve before letting go.

in a moment’s hesitation, you then picked the small piece of chalk up again, returning to the equation that you started earlier while also saving yourself from the embarrassment you gave yourself. finishing up the equation you step back to the desk island behind you, peering over to see the answer key in the textbook making an audible “tsk” sound with your lips, erasing the portion of your answer you messed up on.

“shit, it wasn’t this.” you muttered to yourself as dahyun stepped up next to you. “are you in physics 460 too?” she asked, picking up another piece of chalk, scribbling the same equation in the blank blackboard next to you. you stood there in a slight awe as she elegantly finished up the problem, boxing up her answer under the work she just did.

stepping back to admire her seamless work, you glanced at the board and the textbook to double check. your eyes shot slightly open than usual only to realize that her answer was correct.

“whoa, h-how did you know exactly?” you stuttered. really? at a time like this? this didn’t happen before, so what the hell is going on with you?

dahyun shrugged her shoulders at you, smiling. “i took the class last semester. i assume it’s professor hyejin since she’s a really good teacher and all the students try to get in her class.” she said, “not an easy class, but she knows the material inside and out.”

you just simply nodded at her explanation and leaned against the desk island, crossing your arms together impressed at her sharp intelligence. “i tried enrolling for her class at the beginning of the semester, but i got professor heechul instead. he’s an ass. doesn’t even grade things properly and acts like a kid when things don't go his way.” you huffed out with a sigh only to be thrown off with dahyun’s sudden burst of laughter. as she was laughing, you look down and smiled at yourself noticing her really cute laugh.

“i’m actually a TA for professor heechul right now, so i can see where you’re coming from.” dahyun shook her head in agreement and smiled, walking to her bag to get her own textbook and started reviewing on her own classes. the room filled up with silence that wasn’t surprisingly awkward silence, but instead, it was something else.

to be fair to yourself, your friends were right about you with everything that they predicted. you were well acquainted with the professors and you basically lived in the library from time to time. now that you’ve met dahyun, the little fire of hope in proving them wrong by being her friend lit a little more brightly.

the blackboard was overrun with problems and equations left and right. you took a chair to sit down in small five minute breaks as you turned your head to see the clock at the back of the classroom, realizing that it’s been about two and a half hours. any more time spent here would have burnt your brain out with the workload you just did. over to your right side, dahyun continued to work. three textbooks were spread out on the desk island, her laptop was out, and she was triple checking her work on the blackboard as well. you were intrigued with the amount of energy she still had, seeing she was working double time compared to you.

dahyun looked over to you, and you didn’t realize that you’d been staring for way longer than you should’ve. in a quick movement, your head shot straight down and cracked your neck before grabbing a textbook right after, not even catching the fact that it had been upside down. dahyun observed your last action and softly giggled at your surprisingly funny antic.

four days had passed since then, you and dahyun were in the same room at the same time again. you pondered on how weird it was for her schedule to be in line with yours. were you gonna ask her about it? no. are you complaining? also no. in that short amount of time, you and her got to know each other better, accustomed to seeing her more and more often.

“hey dahyun?” you asked with a sense of boldness today. dahyun turned around from the right triangle she drew on the board and looked at you with a smile. she always looked towards you with a sense of admiration, you didn’t think anything of it but it felt nice to have her look that way since it felt good. it was a nice change of pace to have a study partner, a really smart one too.

“i was wondering if you’d want to grab a drink with me after finals? not a drink as in alcohol, but coffee?” you looked at her, trying to resist the sudden heat that was plastered over your face. you had some sort of idea why dahyun made you feel this way as if your body was going through an acupuncture treatment, but you could handle it.

a smile stretched across dahyun’s face as she lightly bounced on the balls of her feet, heels touching the ground before lifting off again, excited at your offer.

“i’d love to!”

you simply nodded and smiled back at her while in your heart was doing backflips. “so it’s on me then?” you jokingly asked as she nodded at you again before you two went back to studying. the thought of this was just going to be a one time thing would be diminished at the revelation that you can tell your friends back home that you studied with someone for the week.

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finals week of your junior year came and went; not that anyone cared or saw coming, that “one time thing” coffee run turned into a second run, then a third, and then a fourth being an actual date. soon after that first date rolled a couple more dates and the rest didn’t need any further explanation. flash forward ahead one year following a graduation ceremony later, you and dahyun would be moving in together at your new studio apartment. the discussion about it went smoothly before graduation since you had managed to convince dahyun that you had more space compared to her shared apartment with her friends. a big plus was that your landlord was more fond of dahyun than the previous one that she was with at the time.

moving in wasn’t a simple task to tackle, the transition for dahyun was easier since you were the one doing all the heavy lifting for her. the boxes she had was a trove of items curated throughout her entire lifetime in addition to the pictures she took of various moments. the two small boxes you were carrying this time were just towers of picture frames with photos with a story to tell.

one notable thing that you learned about dahyun early on in your relationship was how she loved taking pictures. whether said pictures would be on her phone, your 90s film camera, her polaroid, and just recently an old digicam that you found when you visited your parents back in spring break. dahyun would have at least one camera on hand whenever you two went out, taking pictures of friends, animals, cute architecture, or anything that she found aesthetically pleasing. some of those pictures were of you as well.

rummaging through one of the boxes she brought over, a picture catches your eye. it was the third date which was a picnic and you were wondering what the clicking sound was at the time. dahyun had brought a polaroid camera and refused to show you the picture, claiming that it was for something later, even though she took twelve more later during the date. the memory flashed through your head as you held the picture in your hand smiling. dahyun scooched over to you placing her head on your arm while you picked up another picture that was you with headphones in and holding a vinyl of one of elton john’s songs. despite the fact how corny it was, you were glad that she kept that one.

click!

“baby…” you groaned, turning around to see dahyun holding a camera behind you. tilting your head at dahyun as she looked at you with innocent eyes, slowly strolling over to you.

“what? i can’t take pictures of my lover who looks insanely attractive hanging pictures up?” dahyun asked as she tiptoed to give you peck on the lips, lightly blushing at her sign of affection.

“sure, you find my sexually appealing hanging a picture on the wall wearing sweatpants and a cream shirt with a soy sauce stain on it.” you said shaking your head, turning your focus to the picture that was slanted on the wall. bad pictures aside, you took pride in the ones that you took of dahyun. one being an amusement park date with her getting off one of the rides and the other one of her at the aquarium for your six months. now, both of these are on the wall in the living room.

dahyun tiptoed a bit to adjust the picture on the wall before backing up, proud of her achievement. “ah, perfect.”

“taking pride in your curation?”

“you’re annoying.” she replied back, rolling her eyes and smacked your arm, not even registering the teasing remark. “i was referring to the picture frame hanging on the wall now.”

you smiled and kissed her temple, slotting your right arm on her waist. “i know. i was just messing with you. the pictures are always nice when you take them.” you looked at her noticing the slight color of pink on her cheeks. dahyun turned towards you, trying to cover her face as you grabbed the polaroid camera from her hands to take a quick pic, capturing the adorable look on her face.

“hey! you’re so meannn. i don’t look good right now!” dahyun whined as she jumped up to grab the polaroid that was printed out, your hand straight up in the air, laughing at her desperate attempt . after she calmed down, you handed the camera back to her in your left hand, your right hand still clasping the photo.

“if you’re gonna take a picture of me hanging pictures, i should be able to take a picture of you blushing a bit. it’s a fair trade no?” you claimed as you scrunch your nose at her, eyeing the picture that is now fully developed. you gasped with your mouth agape, enjoying dahyun’s distressed expression.

“what? do i look ugly?” she asks.

you shook your head in response and turned the picture around, keeping the distance so she couldn’t grab it. “you look adorable in this, i could kiss you.”

dahyun looked at you blankly, with a small glint in her eyes. “well, why don’t you then?.” she asks, pursing her lips together and leaning in.

you smirked at her offer, gently placing your lips on hers. your hands having minds of their own finding their place on her cheek and waist as she pulled on your shirt, bringing you closer. a tender, loving kiss you and her shared until a smile creeps through dahyun’s lips as she snatched the picture away from your hands.

“come on dahyun! you can’t use kissing to your advantage like that.” you complained as she stood there with a smug smile.

“i can and i just did.” she triumphantly said, shrugging her shoulders as she still had the picture in her right hand. you slowly stepped closer to her, noticing what you were intending to do, this prompted dahyun to run across the apartment for a few seconds. a chase that only lasted two minutes and ended up with you two exhausted on the couch. the objective of getting the photo off of her was completely forgotten as she ran her fingers through your hair with you feeling her heartbeat on her chest.

you shift over to lay down with dahyun as she held up the picture, putting her other arm around your head to get more comfortable. “i love when you take pictures. i really do, even if it’s the embarrassing ones you usually capture.” you said as you felt dahyun turn her head towards you, her lips giving a soft kiss to your cheek.

“i know you do, but let me keep this one at least.” dahyun laid back down, adjusting herself to be on top of you and sighing happily. even though both of you were about to drift off to sleep, you knew what she said was genuine. the statement being that she loved you, how she appreciated you noticing the small minute things, and how you adored anything and everything about her.

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three years on and pushing to four, in the regular nine to five weekday routine with occasional outings on the weekends, it was easy to get lost in the neverending cycle of labor. the apartment was a lot more lively now with ari, dahyun’s dog now running around the place, things around here were now more filled with love.

after a painstaking friday shift, you finally made it home first, discarding your shoes and placing your bag on the chair next to the kitchen island, sluggishly walking to the couch and flopping down. nothing was planned for the weekend and you intended to stay at home, without the thought of work running through your mind. you didn’t hate your job all that much, on the contrary, you enjoyed what you were doing with the marketing job despite the unhealthy hours at times. each day brought on a new task to encounter.

as you melt away on the couch and your eyes become drowsy, you hear the door click open. on nights like this you were accustomed to the daily routine of getting home first and then hearing dahyun come in saying that she’s home, following your pathway to the couch, opening your arms for her to come to your embrace; though it was different this time as you heard a slight shuffle of shoes being taken off followed by her small backpack.

dahyun then sauntered over to the couch and gently laid down on top of you, burying her head in your chest facing down. you adjust your arms eventually wrapping them around her back, patting it as you looked down to the top of her head. a slight concern stirred in your head since you noticed that something was out of the ordinary with her. out of respect for her state, you hugged her more closely as you muttered an “i love you “ lowly and stroked her hair after while she adjusted one more time before not moving again.

most nights were always lively with good vibes, but you also liked how there was not much to be said, just simple actions carried so much weight with how much you and dahyun loved each other. as you and her just stayed quietly with the dim light coming from the kitchen and the quiet motor of the humidifier filling up the silence. ahri also did say hi to you and dahyun, but went back to his bed playing with one of his chew toys.

as you felt the urge to sleep more and more, you felt dahyun’s soft breaths in a steady rhythm. you smiled at her head before you tried to close your eyes, only to be interrupted then.

the small body laying on top of you stirred for a bit with a few sniffles being picked up by your ears. your eyes opened up slightly wider and propped your body a little bit upward, met with a teary-eyed dahyun. the sight of her shattered your heart as you pulled her closer to you, tears and sniffles soaking the right shoulder of your shirt. you let her collect herself after a few minutes through crying before you ask anything.

“honey what’s wrong?” you kissed her forehead and fixed the few strands of hair behind her left ear, rubbing her cheek that was stained with tears.

“it’s- i was- i just…” she was struggling to say whatever she had on her mind as you shushed her, hugging her again and rubbing her back in small circles, something that she really liked you doing when comforting her.

“it’s okay, whatever it is i’ll listen.” you firmly said to her as she wiped her face. “i had a really bad day at work today. my boss kept adding on to what i was working on and i- i was so worried that i wouldn’t be able to finish it all.” you stared at her as she explained what was happening at her work. “i was able to but- i didn’t want to fail and with all the stress i…” she covered her face as she felt more tears about to break through.

you tilt your head, faintly sympathizing with what dahyun had to go through as you hugged her for the third time in the span of five minutes. knowing that it’s very rare that dahyun rants to you over something that stresses her, since most of the time it’s always happy and lighthearted. before she could jumble more of her words trying to get her point through, you silenced her with a quick peck that shifted to a subtle loving kiss to ease her train of thought.

pulling back and gazing into her inviting black eyes you rubbed her cheek again, “i’m proud of you working through what your boss asked you to do. it’s all in the past now and you have me.” you bombard dahyun with kisses again all over her face, drawing her a soft giggle in appreciation of your task. stopping for a moment to look at you again, she simply nodded as her sign of thank you and kissed you again.

“you’re the best y/n.” she softly says to you, “you know what to do and say to make me feel better and i’m thankful for that.” you tilt your head at her compliment as she shifts over to kiss your cheek before leaning back onto the couch sitting upright, rubbing her forearm in comfort.

“anything that i do should always make my girlfriend feel good. but since you’re not better yet, what do you want me to help with? i can cook us something for dinner or do you want me to stay with you longer?”

it shouldn’t be seen as an anomaly for you to be more gentle and devoting to dahyun. now if you didn’t act like this at all with her, that was a huge problem in itself. dahyun had managed to bring that side out that neither yourself or your friends would ever think that you’d have in the first place. while you did have that guarded demeanor, she also made you more protective of her feelings. it didn’t take that long for you to learn every detail and quirk that dahyun would show through her expressions. you knew exactly when she’s happy or mad; even the times she would cover up that sadness with a fake smile that she perfected.

“h-how do you expect me to feel fine if you say things like that?” she utters, “every time you do that my heart melts and i ca-” catching herself sniffling again, lightly punching your chest. you laughed at her statement, hugging her once again.

“i have something to show you.” you say, eying the coffee table centerpiece that had various items in it. in between the remotes you fished out a note, “i want you to read this. as a reminder of how i see myself to you.” handing the note to dahyun and watching her unfold it. the small sounds of the paper crumpling in the dimly lit apartment is all that is heard as dahyun begins to read the note you wrote from a while back when she was fast asleep and you were finishing up a late night project.

it took her about forty-five seconds to look at the short note that you written but once she finished reading it, she looked at you in awe. no tears were seen in her eyes as she closed the little space between you two in a loving hug. dahyun didn’t say anything nor did she ever have to with these tender moments with you as she pulled away, gazing into your eyes before giving you another long kiss and snuggled back into your chest. you picked the note away from her hand, holding it up high to look back on what you wrote,

dahyun,

you have done wonders for me when i first met you. i would never have thought of the limitless possibilities of things that i could accomplish alone if it weren’t for you being a part of my life. i thought that i could be content with just existing without making any true connections to anyone that i already knew. but all of that changed when you came along. i’ve said this multiple times to you but i’ll say this once again, thank you for everything. for showing me the beautiful world through your eyes, for being the keeper of my love and memories. for being the one change i will never regret making back when we were in school and i will always love you with everything in my heart.

love, y/n

#dahyun x reader #kim dahyun #twice dahyun #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff

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realdirtfacts · 6 months

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Selling your merch and shipping from home with Fourthwall

I've been selling @shiftythrifting Junk Boxes - our curated secondhand mystery boxes - since 2017 using different platforms with different levels of success. I moved to Fourthwall in 2022 and my teeny tiny business has only grown since then! FW is free to use and you get ALL the money from your home sales save for the credit card processing fees. I don't miss the fee structure from our previous hosts, so I thought I'd write up a little guide on how easy it is to get started.

Things you need to start shipping from home:

A scale, and it doesn't need to be an expensive or large one! Even a kitchen scale works for small stuff.

Packaging and packing materials for the product(s) you're selling.

Access to a post office and/or a printer.

Funds set aside for postage. You'll get this money back with your Fourthwall payout when the month rolls over.

(Optional but handy) A ShipStation account.

Make yourself a store if you haven't already. You can sell print on demand, digital stuff, and your own inventory in one place but today we're talking about selling from home, so add a product and pick the middle option.

You can customize everything about your product on this page, from adding size and color variations, the materials used to make it, size charts, inventory, and more. Get an accurate weight of what you're selling in its packaging and add that here. Hit save and you have your first listing. Gonna be selling a variety of products? You can duplicate the listing with the meatball menu! Change the name, photos, and anything else that needs changing and have your second listing up in a couple minutes.

Didi protip: I like to put people's reviews right in the listing. Lots of photos help sell your product, but there's nothing like a positive review from fans!

Fourthwall's Collections feature lets me put my Junk Boxes in their own little section where I can set them to hidden or mark them sold out if I get sick or am on vacation. This lets me easily turn the self-fulfilled part of my store off while folks can still purchase print on demand and digital stuff and sign up for memberships.

Didi protip: If you are in the US, the US postal service will pick up your outgoing packages free of charge on any regular mail day. Just set up a pickup on USPS.com!

When you've made your first sale, you can either make the label yourself or connect directly to ShipStation through Fourthwall's app integration. That's brand new and I love it so far. My labels pop up in ShipStation about 24 hours after a purchase, giving people a little window of time to adjust their order or make changes before I ship it.

At that point, all that's left is handing it off to the postal carrier of your choice! Boom, you're done!

A final note from me, I moved ShopShifty to Fourthwall so I could have one address for ALL my merch instead of splitting it between Patreon, a print-on-demand store, and the Junk Box store. It's proven to be the best choice I've made in years and has saved me a ton of money in marketplace fees, Paypal's cut, and web hosting charges. This has genuinely been the easiest way to sell my merch!

#fourthwall #I wouldn't praise anything like this that I didn't absolutely love #and I love fw #I'm proud our lil shifty made partner #now I help other people set their stores up

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the-possum-writes · 7 months

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Hi! Could you do a Finn x Fem reader lemon? Maybe it could be with and inexperienced reader while finn already has some knowledge about it and shows her how to do it. Thank you! <3

[Finn teaching an Inexperienced Reader]

❥Character: Finn Mertens ❥Tags: NS/FW hc's, handj0bs, established relationship, fem!reader ❥Synopsis: Finn takes things slow with you but you convince him to teach you how he likes to be touched. ❥A/N: I was going through a writing block so there's no full smut but rather some handsy stuff.

❥Whether you've been dating for years or just a few weeks, if you tell Finn you want to take things slowly, he'll respect your wishes.

❥Only kissing and hugging, nothing more.

❥But that doesn't take away how startling it is when a kissing session becomes too intense, and just as you feel the warmth cling to your heart and stomach in a tightening squeeze, Finn pulls away from you and acts as if nothing happened, resuming whatever video game you were playing or changing the subject.

❥You know where babies come from and all that basic biology class, but you have yet to personally experience it and are kind of wary of unplanned pregnancies, that's why you told Finn you wanted to take things slow.

❥And he was okay with that, but it didn't stop the growing doubt since you know he's had past encounters with other girls before. "Is he getting frustrated at me cause I'm making him wait?" you'd start asking yourself.

❥Finn is a passionate and outgoing guy who pours his heart into everything he does, whether it's fighting monsters, reading comic books, or simply indulging in his favorite meals. And, given how much he adores you, you're filled with illogical guilt at the thought of preventing Finn from physically expressing his feelings for you.

❥You've already asked him directly. "Finn, are you mad that we haven't done couple things?"

"But we always do couple things."

"No I mean like, tier 15 stuff and all that."

"Oh... Not really.."

❥He's a straightforward and laid-back guy, so it didn't occur to you until lately when, on a day when you didn't feel confident, you pushed yourself to kiss him by placing your hand on his thigh and running it upward. Finn stopped you by holding your hand so he could ask you, "Are you sure you want to do this now?" You try to kiss his neck while saying, "I know you've been dying to-," but Finn is insistent. If there's anything he's learnt from his previous relationship, it's to avoid diving into pleasures on a whim. "It's not about what I want, I'm asking about you." His tone has changed a little bit, especially in light of your earlier question.

❥As self-doubt circles in your thoughts and seeps beyond your eyes, you choose to keep quiet, but Finn squooze-hugs you to his chest. "We don't need to rush anything; I'm pretty happy with you so far. We can do those things when you don't have any more uncertainties in your lovely head."

❥"But what if I do wanna do those things but I want to take it a small step at a time? Like when you taught me how to swim." you bring up. Finn adjusts his hold on you, the two of you were in the middle of a movie night and are currently on the couch. Jake is already asleep and BMO is probably lurking around the treefort but he promised to not peep at you two during visiting hours.

❥"Alright, there's something I can teach ya but we have to keep our voices down. You don't need to take off anything so don't worry, we'll just be using your hands."

❥Finn leans back on the couch's headrest, allowing you to rest on his thighs as he tells you."How about I give you a lesson in Finn-biology?" he chuckles."I can't say no to my favorite subject." you respond. Considering the stories and experiences you've heard from your close friends, you have only a rough idea of what he's considering, but you're nonetheless anxious, intrigued, and interested about it.

❥Finn starts out by smooching you, easing a bit of your nerves as he gently grabs your hand and lowers it down his chest until it reaches his groin, he motions for you to rub him through his shorts, feeling something grow underneath.

❥It's warm, really warm.

❥Finn raises himself from the couch to lower his shorts with his underwear, and you remain silent while watching his half hard dick peeking out from the confines of his baby blue trousers. You temptingly touch his head with the tip of your fingers, unconsciously wrapping more and more of your around around him until he finches a bit, pulling away at the discouragement. "It's okay, it just needs something slick." he assures you. At the mention of it you're unconsciously rubbing your thighs together upon feeling something getting wet downstairs, but you don't bring it up.

❥The attention has Finn squirming in his spot but he continues with the lesson.

"Give me your hand." he asks. When you do he purposely spits on his dick and guides your hand to smear it all over him, amplifying the prominent musky smell coming from him.

"It's sensitive here." he explains in short breaths, hearing his panting picking up the more you run your fingers over the underside of his shaft right where it connects with his pink gland.

❥Once you've gotten the hang of it, Finn releases your hand and lets you try a few more things. What if I squeeze here? What if I touch this tiny hole with my finger? What if I gently squeeze his balls? Finn struggles to form meaningful sentences any longer and is only able to utter things like, "Just like that," "That feels good," and "Wait not like that, there you go... Oh Glob..."

❥It's a hypnotic and undeniably sexy experience, watching him lose himself in his own pleasure to the point where he forgot the reason for this little lesson until he came all over your palm and soiled his own shirt in the process.

#finn the human x reader #finn mertens x reader #adventure time #reader insert #fern mertens #finn the human #adventure time x reader

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seireitonin · 6 months

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do u have E.J headcanons?

Yes! I really love him! These are gonna be very different from how most ppl see him! Ty for the ask!

Jack was almost finished with med school at 25

So he was really close to achieving his dream of being a doctor/ surgeon

He was really only friends with his roommate because he was so focused on school

He also kept in touch with his family

He was so excited for them to come out and see him graduate! They’d be so proud of him!

They worked hard to get him in that school after all!

He was also kinda shy and quiet

Not antisocial per say just quiet and work focused

Then he met Jenny

She was outgoing and sweet and invited him to hang out with her friends all the time

Jack, almost done with school anyway, figured he could use more friends

So he started hanging out with them more

But especially Jenny

They would talk and text outside the group too

Jack started developing a huge crush on her

So when she asked him out for a night out in the woods, just the 2 of them he went along with it

Then he got hit over the head and tied up

He woke up afraid surrounded by people in blue masks with tar coming from the eyes

“Hi Jack!”

Jack recognizes that sweet voice, the one he loved to hear, tainted by what was happening

“Jenny?! What’s happening?!”

“Don’t be afraid Jack! You’re our chosen one!”

“Huh?! Stop! Fucking stop!”

No one listened to Jack though

The people who he thought were his friends were about to ruin him

Take the life he loved away

They started by scooping out his eyes

They didn’t care that Jack was crying and begging for him to stop

Since they were all in med school, they were able to take his eyes out very cleanly

Still lots of pain and blood though

Then came the chanting and the tar being poured into his eye sockets

Jack screaming filled the forest but no one would come to help him

As they chanted the spell to put the demon, Chernobog, inside him he felt his body change

It was extremely painful

He screamed and writhed on the ground as he felt his teeth sharpen. His blood go black, his skin burning as it turned grey. His bones snapping and twisting as he grew a foot taller

He was a monster

And he hates it

His cultist “friends” were so satisfied

And he ripped them to shreds

Saving Jenny for last

He loved her a lot and to be betrayed like that was heartbreaking to say the least

He let out literal growls and roars of anger as he did it all

He hated killing people

But they turned him into this thing

Jack ran into the forest and violently attacked every animal he came across eating it

Crying as he did

Well crying as best as he could

Since the tar messed up his tear ducts, he can only make deep heaving noises of sadness

Jack tried to eat human food

Really he did!

He doesn’t like bloodshed and killing

He was gonna be a doctor and help people he didn’t want this

But it just tasted awful and the cravings for human flesh got stronger

He was so hungry one night he gave in, eating and killing Mitches brother and eating pieces of Mitch himself

God Jack felt disgusted with himself

When he killed Mitch’s brother he felt like an animal

So he recomposed himself and decided to use everything he learned in college with Mitch, just taking something small and simple that Jack could take easily and store even more easily

The kidneys

He still hated using these skills to harm people but at least it’s more humane

He only needs a few pieces of people to survive. No one has to die right?

He’d stitch them back up! It’s like nothing ever happened right?!

This became his routine for years

Sneak in, take what he needed, patch them up and leave

Then he came across everyone else

He related to the proxies of Slenderman the most because like him, they were being controlled by something paranormal as well

And all three of them had no say

Especially sees himself in Masky and Toby though

Masky was in college when his life was taken away from him too

Maskys friends, his life, his family all gone

Had no choice or say in what happened to him

Toby was manipulated by Slenderman into doing his bidding, just like Jack was manipulated by Jenny

They both thought they could trust the people/ entities that took everything from them

Jack was taken in because well all the creeps get hurt and they need a doctor

Jack had so many mixed feelings

One one hand he was happy that he finally got to use his skills to help instead of hurt

But the people he was helping….hurt people

Some of them willingly do it too

But it’s either this or living outside and continuing to hurt people with his own 2 hands

If he stayed and helped and asked for food in return then he wouldn’t have to collect himself anymore

So that’s what he did

Everyone brings him food from their victims and he patches them up

And he has a place to stay

Jack, despite how he looks is still very human

But he can never go back to the life he lost

He looks in the mirror and tries to cry, but he can’t even do that

Just unsettling heaving noises

He hates how he looks. It’s awful

He hates how people are scared of him

He doesn’t want to be this way

Jack is so quiet just because he’s so depressed

He wants his old life back so bad

So bad, in fact, he goes to his old family home a lot and looks at his family through the window wishing he could be in the house with them where he belongs

He’ll watch them sleep

He watches them cry over his disappearance

“I’m right here” he says quietly and starts to heave and whimper sadly as he puts his hand on the window “please, don’t cry. I’m right here”

He knows he can never face his family or society ever again

Not after everything he’s done. Not with what he is now

Jack doesn’t want to die, he thinks that would be a waste of all the organs he took

Just wants his old life back so bad

He can still see, there’s a demon inside him that makes sure of that

If Jack doesn’t eat for extended periods of time, he’ll turn all animalistic and everyone will have to hold him down and restrain him until he snaps out of it

He feels ashamed when that happens

“I’m not a monster. I’m not”

Most of the Creeps don’t judge him

They’re all killers and monsters after all

But he gets along with Jane really well

He gets along with Toby really well too, but Toby can be a lot to handle sometimes

Part of him is scared to get close everyone but he’s scared of being betrayed again

So he keeps to himself a lot

Jack can eat human food again after years of trying. It was like recovery therapy almost

It makes him feel more human when he eats it

He has nightmares about that night. The night they violated his body

He can sometimes feel everyone’s hands on him

So he’ll shower for hours and scrub trying to get the feeling of their hands off him

Then he’ll go to Jane or Toby’s room and sleep on the floor

Doesn’t want to be alone after that

Him and Toby bonded a bunch because Toby is the main one getting patched up

Jack and him talk for hours after he’s done getting patched up

Also Toby needs regular check ups(cipa)

Wants a significant other to love him despite his looks. It’ll make him feel human

Seeing Jane have a wife gives him hope for himself

Hes 6’10

Fluffy brown hair

Never takes off his mask unless he’s around Toby or Jane

He’s insecure about his face

He’s actually pretty nice, still work oriented and quiet though and really serious and blunt

Very clean. Cleans his tools, his clothes, his room, everything

Not the monster that everyone thinks he is, he’s still connected to his humanity and plans to keep it that way

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #creepypasta hcs #eyelessjack hcs #eyeless jack hc #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta characters #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta eyeless jack #eyeless jack hcs #crp #eyelessjack

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cupidszone · 2 months

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Almost a year ago I decided to write a legacy challenge inspired by my favorite legacy challenge, Crybaby Whims - @draeyad, and now it's finally ready!! This challenge doesn't have the same amount of drama as crybaby whims (in my opinion! consider it the clique in comparison to mean girls yknow) but I do think it's still pretty juicy!

Cherub Fears is a 12-generation legacy challenge taking inspiration from melanie martinez songs and the stories that pop into my head when listening to them lol. It's full of love, betrayal, heartbreak, friendship, and revenge so if that sounds interesting to you keep reading to get to the excitement.

°˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖°

When I play challenges I don't listen to the rules/objectives 100% so I took that into account and tried to only give a few things to do per generation. If you encounter something in your own personal gameplay that don't like change it!

Don't have a trait from a specific pack? Change it! Don’t feel like doing 12 generations? Do 10, 8, or even just 2! Don't feel like maxing a skill? Don't do it! This game is meant to be fun and an escape from the real world do what makes you happy. (just don't change something for your own personal game and demand I change the rules to reflect your revisions please.)

If I have convinced you to play my challenge please use #cherubfears so I can see your wonderful gameplay! Ok, time to go forth and bring some mayhem into your sims lives!

Love,

Eros

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°˖✧˚ ཐི SIPPY CUP ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 1

Traits: high maintenance, self-absorbed, outgoing

Career: Work from home

Aspiration: Successful Lineage to Serial Romantic

Colors: Scarlett & White

~ Blood still stains when the sheets are washed ~

You always knew you were destined to be a revered matriarch ever since you were a toddler. Your parents were always away when you were younger, all those business trips funneling money into your little hands to ensure you were well-manicured and presentable. An only child in a gorgeous mansion with expensive furniture and silence. Pretty on the outside, hollow on the inside. You always wanted to be just like them, stunningly loved by most and hated by few, but it's hard to idolize someone invisible so you vowed when you had a family of your own they'd be perfect. On your 18th birthday, you finally leave your house of glass behind to start your life. Very quickly you fall into what feels like how love was described to you by your maids/butlers and before you know it you’re married listening to the pitter-patter of tiny feet run around your small shabby suburban home.

It all seems so perfect until you're stuck in the shadow of your bumbling partner and dreadful children making being a parent feel more like a curse, you do what was taught, run away, and start over, so that's what you do. With a newer more daring lover in arms reach will they make you the glorious matriarch you were meant to be.

You're happier than ever and just like your parents.

Max charisma & entrepreneur skills

Get married to a rich sim

Glamorous house with mediocre interiors

Have at least one kid with them

Sweet but neglectful to kids

Fall in love with a criminal

Leave your family behind for the criminal

Start an illegal business with them

How will you keep your old life secret?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ SOAP ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 2

Traits: erratic, good, insider

Career: your choice

Aspiration: friend of the world

Colors: White & Pink

~ Uh oh, there it goes I said too much, it overflowed ~

You were always taught to keep your mouth shut but you were never a good listener so that could have gone better. Your parents always kept everything a secret: where they grew up, their first love, even their relationship with your grandparents. Still, you'd grown a special talent for reading between the lines and deciphering whispers. When you were old enough to go to school you were all too eager to make friends just so you could tell them all the secrets you'd collected, being a gossip in your family was basically a death wish although you didn't seem to pick up on the glares and sneers thrown your way. All you wanted was someone who'd listen and actually care about what you told them, but you were always yelled at and told to be more careful “or else”.

Wanting nothing more than to get away from that suffocating family you hoped and wished a sweet sim would come and whisk you right off your feet and one day you got your wish. They were gorgeous and thoughtful and curious just like you so it felt so easy to tell them everything, they were the love of your life after all. Unfortunately for you, that same naivety and goodness were again to your detriment.

Did they ever really love you or did they just want to get closer to the skeletons in your family's closet?

Bad relationship with parents

Give terrible advice

Max research & debate skills

Fall in love with an undercover detective

Get dumped after they arrest your parents

Will you ever find someone who gets you?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི CAKE ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 3

Traits: Loner, glutton, ambitious

Career: bake sales/own bakery

Aspiration: soulmate

Colors: Pink & Yellow

~ We've got all the ingredients except you loving me ~

You didn't adore many things in life except for dessert. People always seemed to gossip far too much in your humble opinion, if you could you would get rid of every bad egg in your way. Sure you loved your family, most of the time anyway, but something about flaky croissants and decadent brownies was all you needed in life, mostly because they couldn't talk your ear off and you knew how to handle a cavity or two. Your parent despised that you kept so much of your feelings inside but they just didn't understand that sugar, butter, and flour were far more comforting than their advice. That's how you knew you were absolutely screwed after you met someone that made your heart flutter more than the scent of freshly baked pie. Sure they were so delectably beautiful but that was the extra cherry on top of meeting this wonderful sim. They were charming, witty, and so tooth rottingly sweet.

So when you found them with another sim that looked just like you in your beloved kitchen everything turned sour quickly. You were quick to leave them for bigger and better but uh oh, it looks like someone's got a bun in the oven.

Max baking

Make the highest quality of every baked good available

Partner cheats with a look-alike

Change style completely

Leave partner but someone ends up pregnant

The kid looks like mc = neutral relationship

The kid looks like ex-partner = negative relationship

How will you ever move on from this betrayal?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ FIRE DRILL ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 4

Traits: goofball, socially awkward, active

Career: your choice

Aspiration: academic

Colors: Yellow & Orange

~ Love is seeping out my pores, I don't hold anger anymore ~

Being so in your head as a child always seemed to get you into trouble but expressing your thoughts was worse for wear so you decided it was better not to speak at all. You assumed everyone hated you from the moment you were born which wasn't a hard conclusion to come to when your parent was indifferent to you at best. That's why when a fire started in your kitchen you didn't know what to do except run. Your parent(s) swore they weren't that upset at you for burning not only their beloved kitchen but also the house down so you chose to believe it was true since they were the only one in your life who didn't think you were completely weird. As the years went on you started to speak out little by little and decided to express yourself through your clothing.

When you reach high school you've kept the outlandish fashion and manage to find a few friends along the way too! They're not exactly the nicest but they're someone to talk to and you've learned forgiving and forgetting get you further in life. That is until you come back from your daily jog and find them stealing all your things and- wait, is that a fire?!

Maybe one day you'll find a sim who likes you for you but until then you'll keep trying to steer clear of flammable objects.

Accidentally set the house on fire

Max fitness via running

Never use mean interactions

Go to at least one festival each season (spice festival recommended)

Only friends with mean sims

Move out as soon as you're a YA

Meet and fall in love with a sim from high school who was mean to you

They betray you, steal all your belongings, and set your house on fire

Why do these horrible things keep happening to you?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི NURSES OFFICE ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 5

Traits: genius, self-assured, clumsy

Career: scientist to astronaut to dream job (your choice)

Aspiration: never complete one

Colors: Orange & Cyan

~ I'm tired of wishing I was ditching ~

“Eureka! I haven't seen a sim this smart since well… ever!” a phrase you've grown to despise with a raging passion, luckily for you, a good poker face was next on the list of things you were gifted at. All your childhood you were paraded around like a prodigy trick pony answering equations and inquiries with ease at record speed and you hated every single second. You knew deep down it came from a sense of love and pride but there was always a voice in the back of your head that said otherwise. “They're jealous!” it shrieked “All they've achieved was light arson and a shitty relationship! You're the only thing they've ever done right in their life”. Of course, you knew those were terrible awful things to think of those who cared for you but what if it was right?

Your parent(s) wanted you to use your intelligence for “good” in the world but you were determined to live your own life and make your own mistakes without fear of their expectations… as soon as they looked the other way of course. When your childhood friend confesses their love for you your excuse to get away is right at your fingertips so you dive head first into that relationship and never look back.

Your parents can't be disappointed in your every decision now that you've moved out, right?

Max logic, handiness, and/or programming skills

Become a scientist

Have the opposite relationship with your parents

Become a scientist then switch to an astronaut (you don't like this either)

Become famous at some point

Follow your dreams once (at least) the previous heir dies

Was wasting the opportunity for a good relationship with your parents worth it?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ DRAMA CLUB ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 6

Traits: mean, recycle disciple, creative

Career: mixologist

Aspiration: master mixologist

Colors: Cyan & Purple

~ I’ma take a bow, so you can kiss my ass ~

Growing up your parent was the next best thing since grilled cheese, big whoop all they did was prove Sixam was real and now you've got to deal with the consequences! By proxy that makes you the world's next sim to fawn over, not because they think you're interesting, no they couldn't care less about you, it's your parents they're after and you're their golden ticket. Maybe things will be better for you once you start school, but that'd be too easy now, wouldn't it? Every sim you're interested in seems to lose all interest in you once they realize who you're the child of, or maybe their feelings were a facade the whole time. Either way, you're happy to rid frivolous romance and friendships from your life if it means one less sim getting on your nerves.

But that sentiment is easier said than done when you spend most of your nights as a teen in lounges or nightclubs. You may not have inherited your parent's huge brain but you knew sneaking out and staying out till school the next day was bad, that's why you did it!

If you had to suffer through celebrity status you were going to make it everyone else's problem.

Max mischief

Have atrocious reputation

Only negative interaction with fans

Only negative perks

Have a kid through a one-night stand (adopt/science baby if you want more kids)

Move off the grid as an adult

Never use social media again

Will your actions as a teen come back to bite you in the ass?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི DETENTION ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 7

Traits: gloomy, romantic, bookworm

Career: actor

Aspiration: Fabulously wealthy

Colors: Purple & Gold

~ I'm chewing gum to pass this time of sadness, can't you see it? ~

You were a lonely kid never having any friends except for your sibling(s)/parent and the frogs you collected, to be honest, they were lousy company. Never wanting to partake in tea time or playing dress up sure soured your mood even more. You yearned to explore and discover the wonders of the world but mostly you wanted to be like the characters to read in your books, swept away to a wonderland beyond your wildest dream, or saved from your proverbial tower. Sure you were basically a modern-day way cuter Snow White stuck in the middle of nowhere but that's not the life you wanted! You were destined for greatness! Your name spelled out in big fluorescent lights but thanks to your very own Evil Queen now you had to earn that fame organically, ugh. Next thing you know you're snapped out of a particularly amazing daydream when a kid from your class you paid no mind to before shows up on your doorstep to rescue you from your dreary life and whisk you away to their castle in the hills!

Wait what? They're here for a project, not because they were overcome with a deep unrelenting maddening love for you? Oh well, you'll find a way for them to love you, or from the looks of it put your tremendous acting skills to use and pretend you loved them; if you had to kiss one geeky frog to become royalty it's what you'll do!

Whatever it takes to get out of here and into the big castle you deserve.

Max acting skill

Complete frog collection

Have will they won't they relationship with geeky sim give them traits (geek, squeamish, bookworm)

Dump them for their sibling

Have at least three kids (name children after fairy tales)

Is that “royal” life all it's cracked up to be?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ THE CONTORTIONIST ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 8

Traits: overachiever, perfectionist, unflirty

Career: doctor then your choice

Aspiration: musical genius but give up

Colors: Gold & Green

~ Caught you like the cold or a flu, praying that I’ll someday be immune ~

Straight A’s, good manners, a tidy room, and no drama. The perfect formula that any parent would love, well any parent except yours. Maybe if you were on the cover of a magazine or out posing for paparazzi instead of staying up late doing homework. You do anything that's asked but no matter what you're still the odd one out. Your siblings get praised for everything even when one of them gets expelled. “Well, you know school isn't for everyone sweetheart!” How is that fair? Instead of letting that anger and frustration fester you decided to fuel it by learning how to play any and every instrument you could get your hands on and for once your parent was proud of you! Truly proud of you, until they learned you didn't want to use your talents for the greatest thing in life, fame and fortune. Soon that outlet you loved so much turned into a curse as your parent found every opportunity to exploit you.

Overworked constantly without so much of a second glance, so one day you decide enough's enough the second you've got your diploma in hand you delete all your contacts and move as far away as the simoleons in your pocket will take you. Now that you're finally rid of that burden weighing you down on you, who will you become?

Max at least one musical instrument

Get at least halfway through the doctor career

Good manners and reputation

Parents never appreciate your work but take credit

Do everything you can for them to like you

Cut all contact (except for one sibling)

Use busking money and move away

Have a kid(s) and only use positive interactions even when bad

Only have 1 kid who likes you

Will you ever achieve the greatness you were destined for?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི THE PRINCIPAL ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 9

Traits: family-oriented, loyal, jealous

Career: teacher

Aspiration: super parent

Colors: Green & Light Brown

~ I've tried to make you listen but you won't, it's your way, right? ~

You didn't have high expectations in life seeing as you were raised by a parent that was jaded from such a young age but you were determined to see the best in the world. You never faulted them for their outlook on life. I mean how terrible must have felt to be constantly belittled and used by someone who was supposed to love them? Well, you wouldn't stand for it that's for sure! All your life you wanted to make a difference that would last for generations, especially in the school system, you worked year after year to be the teacher you and your parent always wanted and deserved. You worked relentlessly to become the kind of teacher who would see when kids were hurting, bring everyone's favorite snacks, and wasn't just there for the measly paycheck. On the rare days off, you weren't going over your lesson plans, you spent them hopelessly scrolling through dating apps wishing for a match that would lead to the love of your life, or at least a lover for the night.

So when you meet a struggling single parent on a blind date you volunteer to help them with the very little time and money you have, even going out of your way to take care of their kid on the weekends. Very quickly you build a relationship with both sims, so much so that your mysterious beau's child admits their parent is swindling you of your money and not caring for them!

You have to do something about this, it's the principle!

Max parenting

Write children's books for extra cash

Helping out a partner with their kid

Giving your partner money but they use it on other things

Find out they're rich but neglecting their kid

Adopt the child and cut contact

How will you handle this responsibility?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ TAG YOURE IT ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 10

Traits: paranoid, proper, cheerful

Career: your choice

Aspiration: successful lineage

Colors: Light Brown & Grey

~ Your mother said to pick the very best girl, and I am ~

To say the relationships in your family were tragic would be a massive understatement, did a spellcaster curse your entire bloodline to an eternity of romantic suffering or what? You were weary of the cautionary tales thrown your way, each one weaseling its way into your head until you were scared to fall in love altogether. But the thought of ending up all alone kept you up all night long as well, so what were you to do? Ignore those feelings and pretend they don't exist of course! It would be ridiculous to live the rest of your life in fear besides you having more important things to worry about like game night with family or trying to kick that sweet tooth of yours. Every once in a while though your heart would ping at the thought of someone baking cookies with you and teaming up with you to finally beat your parent in Simbles but your paranoia kept that wish deep inside.

One night when you're walking home from an event at school a sim appears from the shadows to profess their love for you…weird. You remembered vaguely seeing them around the halls but they seemed nice enough and you were getting bored of the mononity of your life so you decided to ignore that little warning voice in your head and give them a chance.

You're happy and finally feel like you've found your person, what could possibly go wrong?

Start dating the first sim that shows interest in you (give them traits mean, jealous, paranoid)

They're nice to you in front of friends & family only

Meet an excellent sim that's love at first sight (give them traits ambitious, clumsy, art lover)

You break up with them they won't leave you alone

Start a self-defense club

Have a kid with the nice sim but your ex is convinced it's theirs

Your ex kidnaps them while you're on a date

What lengths will you go to get your child back?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི MILK & COOKIES ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 11

Traits: geek, snob, adventurous

Career: detective

Aspiration: Renaissance sim

Colors: Grey & Blue

~ Next time you're alone, think twice when you grab the phone ~

“How come you're the only family I know?” A question that always got you sent to your rundown bedroom. There was no malice behind the question, you were just a kid after all, but it was always gnawing at your mind especially because you had the faintest memories of someone raising you who wasn't them. Ever since you were young you've wondered why both parents weren't in your life. Of course, it was perfectly normal to be raised by one sim but your parent seemed flighty whenever you asked them about it. Come to think of it, they acted differently when you asked anything about them or the rest of your family. They never wanted to play games with you, your friends were never allowed over and you were constantly moving! After a while, you developed a resentment towards their secretiveness and you decided to take matters into your own.

While they were out doing who knows what you worked tirelessly to find just who this person was that called themself your parent. For years you found things out little by little but once you reached your teen years (and third home) you decided to give up your search, that is until a mysterious sim shows up on your doorstep while your parent is away. Who are they? How could they help you escape this shell of a person?

And why does that missing piece of you finally feel whole?

Max 3 skills connected to the worlds you live(d) in

Join detective career once you've settled your roots

Always have at least one pet

Donate most of your paycheck to charity at least once a week

Live in three different worlds before settling down in the world you were born in

You don't know who you are or what you want in life but you'll find out the truth

Now that you've uncovered some secrets will they make your life better, or worse?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ MILK OF THE SIREN ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 12

Traits: kleptomaniac, music lover, hot-headed

Career: Part-Time job as a Teen

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Colors: Blue & Black

~ Nothing wrong with a little havoc, it's fun when shit hits the fan ~

You have lost faith in humanity, it's sad to admit but it was the truth. Your parent went through hell and back over one person's horrible decision and they now had to live with the aftermath. Sure they were a great parent and they turned out fine enough given the circumstances but you still lay awake at night listening to their muffled sobs just a couple of feet away. You were angry for them, your grandparents, and your ancestors who suffered awful fates but most of all you were angry for yourself and you wanted the world to pay. You picked up a part-time job as a teen to help out around the house but if you're being honest that sucked too so you had to find a different method. You didn't consider yourself an evil person but you were realistic and knew you weren't exactly an angel either. Sure you didn't need to steal from people but they were rich jerks that sure as hell didn't deserve their mommy and daddy's “pocket change”.

Your parent worked their ass off putting away criminals just to spend their little bit of money giving to people in need and taking care of you. There was one kid you felt kind of guilty about robbing because surprisingly they were sort of cute if you looked past the excessively expensive jewelry and weirdly pointy teeth. Too bad they weren't cute enough to stop you from breaking into their house. You left with something pretty valuable but you don't remember actually stealing it or how you got back home. And now that you think about it you feel different, not quite human anymore…

Something strange is going on!

Have a close relationship with your parent

Be enemies with the person who kidnapped your parent (if they managed to stay alive)

Resentment toward the world

Make at least 20,000 simoleons through stealing

Have a negative friendship with an occult sim (give them traits family oriented, loves outdoors, glutton)

Get turned by occult sim

How will this supernatural event change your life?

#cherub fears rules #cherub fears #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 gameplay rules #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 simblr #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #sims community #sims 4 legacy challenge #legacy challenge

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hiso03 · 3 months

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what makes you ship halbarry, mine is the amount of symbolism and moments they manifest about them being compatible with each other and even the main lore knows theybare one😭😭

sometimes I wonder why these two aren't together yet since they are basically soulmates 😭😭

This is probably the question I have been waiting for the most and for which I have to have the longest possible answer. I will try not to go too far, but I will also try not to miss any points that I consider important.

I think I can start by saying that I love their dynamic, I've always liked it. To start Barry is a more serious guy, shy and introverted, always thinking about some situation and planning. And Hal is more outgoing, noisy and confident, he NEVER plans and is too impulsive.

They are opposing poles, not radically opposed as with other characters in the league, but they remain opposing enough to provide contrast to the relationship. There's also the fact that the two of them are fully aware of those differences, and even though they don't like some at all, they've never tried to change anything between them. Even when people constantly point out how different they are and how no one understands how they are friends. (Even they can't understand how they're so close if they don't resemble each other at all)

(Personally this panel is one of my favorites, as I love how Hal immediately jumps up to Barry's tastes, making it clear that while he doesn't like to do the same things Barry does, he doesn't find it as bad or boring as some might think.)

In general, the series of “The brave and the bold” I like because it allows you to take a close look at their relationship and give us lots of interactions of them, allows us to see a little more of their real character and their friendship.

There is also the fact that in that series they constantly show how well they know each other Hal and Barry manage to combine their skills to help each other. They always take advantage of each other's ability to resolve conflicts, and even when they fight or argue, they resolve them quickly. Another of my favorite numbers is the last volume of the series, when Barry falls into a terrible and painful depression and Hal is the only one who supports him.

Literally Hal tries to have some stability in his life to let Barry stay with him, helps him like Barry has always helped him and says one of the phrases I love the most.

“The poor man needs something to hold on to, so he will stay with me, maybe our friendship will be a comfort to him, he will always be able to count on that until the day we die.”

In this same comic is where Barry tries to sacrifice himself and Hal stops him, to that I add that in a previous issue we also show that one of Hal's biggest fears is losing Barry. The thought of seeing him die or get hurt is something that scares him.

Hal's not afraid to die, he's afraid that Barry will die and it's his fault, that I can't save him. And that point added to everything that's going on with Parallax and Crisis on Infinite Earths feels like a stab for both of them.

It's fucking tragic.

Generally in many moments of Hal as Parallax or The Wraith, Hal talks about Barry, continues to talk about how amazing he was as a person and a hero, talks about how he remains his best friend even though Barry is still dead. (That reminds me a lot of when I'm with my friends and some of them start talking about their boyfriends even though they're not there and we didn't talk about them originally)

And when they both revive, Barry constantly lets him know that everything that happened with Parallax wasn't him and tries to support him, try to be there for him for as long as he couldn't help him when his friend needed him the most.

We also have the fact that Barry has canonically been a blue lantern, and well, hope and willpower isn't exactly two opposing poles, on the contrary, it's likely that both entities are reciprocal forces. That they stick together and support each other, just like Hal and Barry do.

I also like to think that they had a somewhat similar childhood.

Both lost a father or mother, and that led to the loss of the rest of their family and childhood, they had to grow up faster than the other children, became more independent, and soon discovered that the world was cruel and unjust.

Although we also have other universes like:

The universe of Injustice where the two of them continue to support each other and remain together despite the mess that is around them, and there is even a panel where Hal as a yellow lantern is going to rescue Barry after Constantine abducted him.

Or we also have the fact that red and green in the chromatic circle are two opposite or complementary colors that are usually used when you want to create a harmony on a visual level. That is, from the choice of colors we can know perfectly well that they are opposite poles, but they complement each other so well that it creates a visual harmony when you see them together. (For some reason Christmas usually uses these two colors as its main ones).

There's also the fact that Hal and Barry met before the league was formed, and even when they met Batman and Superman, Hal wanted him and Barry to work it out on their own. (Barry refused because someone has to put prudence on their duo)

And we have the fact that in the story of how they met, Hal calls it his “first date”. (Let's pretend he didn't say that when he and Barry weren't literally on what looked like a date, where they went to dinner at a restaurant where there was live jazz music and Hal actually had a good time sitting on Barry's cell phone).

(Hal hates jazz, but he's still there with Barry at a dinner party while putting up with music he doesn't really like. That's pretty.)

I think it was also in this comic where Hal lets Barry use his ring to get you both out of there.

There's also universe 36 where we have two variants of Green Lantern and Flash that canonically speaking are couple. It is worth remembering that the two of them did not stay together, since in an event they participated in, the Flash of their universe dies. (It seems there can't be a crisis without a sprinter dying) Luckily at DC Pride they made the green lantern of their land look for their Flash, and they revived and were happy.

(They're supposed to be neither Hal nor Barry, but the truth, their designs and even their names feel like very inspired by them, so I scored it as a little extra point although I don't know if you can consider it).

We have DC vampires that although in that universe, Hal kills Barry because they won't let him turn him into a vampire because he would end up killing everybody. Hal finally gives us that line where he admits that he REALLY wanted to conquer the world with Barry, which kind of fuels his tragic gay romance.

Anyway, I would like to go longer, but I can't find some panels that I was looking for to explain me more, plus I feel that this is already long enough and meaningless to make it clear that I love them both. I just want to add that I think probably the thing I like most about them is that they both admire each other. Both their heroic parts and their civilian parts, and I think that's very sweet and nice, added to the fact that they're always there trying to support each other or show off parts of their personality that you can't appreciate with all their friends to the same extent. I like that they always have symbolism and like many times in the comics it refers to some moments that they have lived together. This makes me have the theory in my head that maybe some cartoonists and writers also like them in a sense beyond friendship, but since NOBODY dares to take the leap of faith and make them canon, they let us drop some crumbs so as not to lose faith.

(If anyone got here, thank you so much for reading all this even though it doesn't make much sense in some parts, I apologize for that and make up for it with some panels of them two)

#hal jordan #barry allen #green lantern #dc comics #halbarry #i love them #sorry for the bad English #Mentions to 80s comics #Mentions of parallax and some comic book or comic book events #sorry if this doesn't make sense in some parts #but my brain has been a little fuzzy lately and I'm having a hard time thinking clearly.#but I really wanted to answer the question because I am very excited to talk about them.#maybe later I will take up some of the ideas I mention or redo this post with more clarity and detail.

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Second Chance (2/4)

Warning: Hurt/Comfort?

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Summary: Thanksgiving at the Avengers compound.

AN: Part 2 is finally here!! Natasha redemption just had to happen, no explanation needed! While writing this I had an idea for a Part 3 --> friends to lovers??

[Part 1: Silence ; Part 3: Surprise]

Friendship breakups hurt but best friend breakups hurt even more, it hurt like nothing else in the world. And that pain os hard to get rid off.

It had been months before you could trust people again, to open yourself up and let new people in. A long and hard road was behind you and a longer one was still in front of you. Thanksgiving was coming up and you knew you couldn't say no to the avengers. They were still your family.

Your heart pounded loud as you walked into the compound for the first time in months. The welcome for you was warm, it made you tear up in happiness and sadness. You missed this, you missed them so much.

After greeting everyone and getting hugged by so many, you sat down next to Yelena. She instantly told you how much she missed you and then continued by talking about her new knives that were made out of vibranium. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Natasha sitting in a corner extremely quiet. She starred into nothing, as if she was in another world but you knew she was aware what happened around her by her hard body language.

The hurtful words Natasha once said to you silenced her. She did not utter a single word besides a hello when she is in the compound. Hurting people with words was something she did not want to happen ever again so she chose to say nothing anymore.

It pained you to see her so out of herself. Even tough she hurt you deeply, you wanted nothing more but for the ex-assassin to be happy. Yelena saw your expression and explained that the red head rarely talked anymore. You've never imagined Natasha being so quiet. She was always this outgoing and open person with you, maybe because you both came from a similar background, but seeing her there not even muttering curse words at the avengers who did something stupid was you did not wanna see ever again.

Wanda came into the room to announce the food being almost ready. Pietro then suggested to start listing things we were thankful for. Tony started by saying he's thankful for his Wife Pepper and his daughter Morgan. Kate was thankful for the opportunity to train with Clint all year long. Yelena was thankful for a life-long Mac & Cheese sponsorship she recently got. The others were mostly thankful for their family and friends.

Pietro came into the room while carrying a lot of food, Wanda was close behind him doing things with her hands that the magic carried the food to us. She asked of we're all done with our list of being thankful. As everyone was about to say yes or even nod, Natasha spoke up.

"I'm thankful for Y/N coming tonight" Nobody thought she would speak but your presence changed everything for her. Before anybody could start teasing Nat, the witch said she was thankful for Pietro's health after his almost fatal accident. He of course agreed to it and spoke out a toast. Which only consisted of a Didn’t see that one coming.

You couldn't tear your eyes from the black widow. Figuring her out was like a one color puzzle, very difficult and seemingly impossible but still very possible. Your staring must have been long since Natasha suddenly looked into your direction and caught your gaze. She too couldn't tear her eyes away from you. The facade she held up, started to crumble down and for the first time in forever you could see her vulnerability. You could also see brokenness, regret, apologies, her insecurities and the hate she has for herself. As much as you hated her for what she did, your heart couldn't bear/endure seeing her like this. It's time for both of you to talk.

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Tony somehow organized a small thanksgiving after party with like 50 people you didn't know. You got yourself a drink and went to the floor above the party. In times like these, you craved the tower with its height. You loved to look over the city whenever you had the chance to. It gave you a calming effect but also gave you a lot of intrusive thoughts.

Natasha noticed how you danced around her all night, you did not really avoid her but tried to put off a conversation. When she saw you going upstair she followed you with a good amount of distance until she figured out a perfect moment to join. That moment would never cone so she pushed herself towards you. The Avenger put extra weight in her steps to alert you of her coming.

As you felt her presence next to you, all the words you wanted to say were gone. It was weird that even with the awkwardness and dread you both felt, the familiarity between you felt like home.

"I really am grateful for you coning today." Natasha was the first one who spoke. "They're as much your family as they are for me. I don't want you to lose that."

"Well technically I already lost a part of it." She turned her gaze on you but you refused to meet her eyes with the following words. "You. You have always been a part of that family."

Only after you looked at her she started to apologize properly. "What I said to you was cruel and wrong. I apologies for hurting you and Agent Shaw." Natasha wished her apology would fix everything but even if it would fix things, she knew nothing will ever be the same. "I also apologize for my silence, I should have explained what was bothering me instead of pushing you away. And I know that there's nothing I can say or do to fix us. Just know that I'm deeply sorry."

"You don't want forgiveness?" You wondered aloud. She shrugged before telling you she didn't deserve forgiveness so she won't ask for it.

Her words broke your heart in a way it didn't before. "Nat." You whispered with tears in your eyes. "Don't do this to yourself, please. People make mistakes and even though yours was hurtful, you still deserve all the good. You're not that monster anymore, you never were."

"I see you still got that big heart." Leaning onto the railing, Natasha finally started to relax. "Told you years ago that your big heart is gonna be your death. You can't just hand it out to people who did you wrong."

"In a way it was my fault." She stopped you. "Your sexuality was non of my business. You don't owe me insight of your love life. I should've realized that the moment you came out but I felt too betrayed. Thought you didn't trust me enough."

"I think the incident had to happen." You smiled to yourself as the fuzzy feelings came back to you. "It opened my eyes and I realized something."

"Why am I even surprised that you saw something good in pain?"

"You don’t want to know what I realized?" You furrowed your eyebrows together, kinda eager to tell her but were still very anxious about it.

"You were always better at figuring me out then I do myself so you tell me, am I ready for what you wanna tell me?"

"You're like a one colored puzzled right now!!" You grunted in frustration.

"I'm the Black Widow after all." She smirked teasingly. You smiled and shook your head. "I still love you Nat, I hope you know that. And I stop you right now before you say I shouldn't. Humans make mistakes, that's what makes us humans. You're worthy of love."

"But how am I supposed to fix this mess? Is there even a way to fix us?" The hopelessness in her voice was clear. It was strange to see Natasha not realizing minor things.

"Your apology was a first step. Learn from your mistakes and don't repeat them. It's all I want from you right now. This is a second chance and I hope you take it." Natasha turned towards you. "Can I hug you?"

You opened your arms for her before she happily embraced you. Natasha was shorter than you so she was able to snuggle her face in your neck. Both of you felt such a relief to have each other back.

There was no better feeling than this, she was home for you.

Home.

There is no place like home.

Tags: @heheszunie @marvelwomen-simp @wifeofnatasharomanoff @lizlil @how-to-disappearrr @wandanats-goodgirl

#natasha romanoff #black widow #the avengers #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #Silent Series

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for having an alter come out around my friend and making him uncomfortable?

This is going to require some context, so bear with me. I (23M) am diagnosed with DID. My family has been aware of it since I was around 6-7, we figured out exactly what it was around age 13, but I only began being open about it at age 20/21 due to a bad experience the first time I told a friend in my mid teens. This openness has been pretty gradual - I told my partner first, then my college, my counsellors, then some of my closest friends both IRL and online. This included my friend K (28M).

K and I have been friends since I was 14 and he was 19 after meeting via online RP, so a full decade, and we’ve talked pretty much every day since. We’ve met in person a couple of times over the years, though we’re both pretty busy and we live different countries so no more than that. He’s been super supportive of me since I told him, making sure to individually accommodate alters when he encounters them, and gets along in particular with one alter I’ll call E. E is probably the most ‘active’ alter (behind myself if I count), and is usually the one people first meet and speak to most often once they know. He’s very friendly and outgoing, the worst trait he has is that he’s been a little too blunt/unfiltered at times and hurt feelings which is always resolved quickly.

Also relevant to this is another alter, P. He is what’s called a persecutor - essentially an alter that harms the body and/or system in general for whatever reasons they may have. One way he has always done this is by trying to sabotage our friendships/relationships by telling them things I feel or think that I don’t, arguing with them/insulting them, playing on their worries, etc. It’s obviously unacceptable and something we’ve been trying to work on in therapy, but he’s very resistant to changing so it’s not always helpful.

K knows about P and has interacted with him a fair amount.

A while back, I asked K if we could meet up as it had been a while and I missed hanging out. We ended up arranging for us to travel to London together, stay at a hotel for a few days, and watch a musical while we were there. I was a little worried about another alter coming out while I was with him, because we’ve never been together longer than a day and a night, and I wasn’t sure how well he’d take it if a switch happened in person rather than online. I brought it up to him as a concern and he said it was completely fine, that he was prepared for it and wouldn’t be freaked out, etc.

I figured that the most likely alter to appear would be E, which wouldn’t be a big deal because they get along, so I accepted this. P is the only alter who’d potentially cause problems, and he hadn’t been active in several months, minus a couple of brief stints out, and while he was aware of the trip he had expressed zero interest in being part of it.

So cut to London trip. Everything’s going super well, we’re having a lot of fun, musical is great. The night after the musical, we decide to drink together in our hotel room. I have a mega high tolerance, but I know my limits pretty damn well, and I know exactly how much it takes me to get tipsy, Drunk, and black-out gone. I drank no more than usual and distinctly recall feeling completely fine, just a little buzzed and giggly like I usually am.

Flashcut to next morning. Can’t remember shit. Basically feels like I blacked out. I think this is weird because the amount I drank should not have been enough to cause that, but I DID drink and maybe nerves made me overdo it, so although I question it I end up writing it off. I notice K is a little quiet and doesn’t mention going out that day like we were sort of planning to, but I put it down to him being hungover and tired.

For the rest of the trip, everything’s fine. We’re hanging out as usual, he doesn’t act differently, he’s initiating hugs and affection, etc. I go home and see it all as a fun, successful time. We continue to message as normal from there.

Then weeks later, I wake up to a long message from him. The message basically said that while we were drinking on the trip, P had come out and had made him extremely uncomfortable. I asked him if anything had been done or said, and he said nothing in particular, but that knowing it was P made him feel unsafe and that it wasn’t a fun environment anymore. He told me that for the rest of the trip after that he’d been dissociating and feeing unsafe and that he didn’t know if he’s comfortable being my friend at all anymore, let alone meeting me again in person.

I was so caught off-guard that I couldn’t really process it because it felt so sudden to me and I hadn’t picked up on ANYTHING. I apologised Profusely, have been very very guarded around him since to ensure it doesn’t happen again even online as best I can, and I’ve been trying my best to work through it all and try to get more control over things with my psychiatrist.

At the same time however this has really thrown me off-kilter. I feel like I can’t be trusted to go out and do things, maintain friendships, meet people, without being unsafe to be around or having P ruin it. This is a decade-long friendship almost wrecked (and likely irreparably changed) by ONE NIGHT. I’m kicking myself for all the things I could have done differently - avoided the trip, gotten a separate hotel room, not drank - and I feel incredibly guilty and irresponsible, but I also feel so run-down and frustrated and depressed, because I can’t do basic human shit without this ruining it. Part of me is lost because he knew about this being a possibility, and explicitly told me it was fine. But I can’t blame him for reacting badly the first time he’s there for it in person either, especially because it wasn’t someone either of us expected. But am I going to need to go the rest of my life always watching myself around people and never letting my guard down and never letting myself relax or have fun in case a switch happens? I just don’t know. It was the first time in so long I’d just had fun and it resulted in this. It’s basically made me feel like a ticking time bomb and like every relationship I have is at risk of being ruined overnight if I relax at all.

AITA for agreeing to a trip and sharing a room when I knew a switch was a possibility and not taking into account that it could be someone who’d cause issues? Should I have taken more precautions?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kiana-kaslana-423 · 6 months

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Hello!! this post is a little outdated since I would like to change some things + incorrect things so please check out this person's post since they've been a huge help!!!!

Hello!!!

I'm here to give everything that I know about Vill v's personalities! It is quite hard to find stuff on her since there's barely no video essays on YouTube and Google sucks so after my digging let me present you with what I found!! This is all a formal base of my opinion of each personality and what I was able to find!!

But before we get on that let me explain how Vill v works! The body of Vill v works Like a spider internally obviously but I should just explain this first so there's no confusion!

Obviously it's plays out like a spider because of the infusion of a Honkai Spider Beast! Helix is the body of the spider while her other personalities are the legs. More personalities can be split off but that will slowly deteriorate her brain, we get it from this line!

Though she does say that's “my current limit” Which means maybe she's trying to find another way to make more or get better at it but that's honestly a story for another day-

But just to make it clear Helix was not able to partition her mind before she became a MANTIS and it only happened after, Anything before that she was pretending to be someone else!

Though now that I explained this let's get on to the personalities and Helix!

- Helix -

Helix is the original!

She is insecure of her own self and from what I found she started to hate herself at a very young age (( I've heard people say it's 5 but I don't know )) and wishes she could be someone better which comes in with Vill v and the other personalities.

Like I said she's really insecure of herself, she's basically a genius that lacks confidence and is afraid of her own genius. She's such a genius she was able to accomplish many tasks such as what all of the personalities can do.

- Conductor -

The Conductor was the first partition that Helix did and is the most similar to Helix sense she was Helix's first time partitioning so she's basically just like Helix but with more confidence!

The Conductor manages the other personalities and is basically in charge of everything else like petitioning, etc!

- The Great Magician -

The Great Magician is one of the most users of the body and is the most hyper out of all the other personalities! She is loud, outgoing and mischievous + with her love of stranger magic tricks!

She's most likely the hardest to deal within all the other personalities!

- The Expert -

The Expert is the second one that uses the body the most along with Magician, she's normally stone face and cold along with being straightforwards but she is smart and intelligent!

She's the one that makes all of the inventions but the others do like to participate and add their own little pop to it

- Pure Evil -

Pure Evil was originally Helix's confidence and pride that she hidden, but she slowly became a resentful person once The Conductor started to throw every negative emotion that Vill v felt onto her. Making her suffer through 50,000 years

She's now a very resentful person and wants payback for the suffer that she had to go through but she does have a soft spot for the others even if she doesn't show it.

- Flavorful -

Flavorful is really shy and reserved, she's not the best at interacting with people but she is really nice and sweet, and she's one of the best chefs that there is!

- Occultist -

Occultist is basically like Aponia, she talks slow and is very observant. She is wise and mysterious!

- Lecturer -

Lecturer died because of Aponia's discipline, since The Conductor didn't want that so she partitioned Lecturer so much that she couldn't basically come back

We don't really know if she died before the Elysia realm or not since the only line that we have that mentions it is here (?)

So we don't really know much about her since that's all we really see of her but from I know she is a genius and is like a teacher! Kind of like The Expert but more nice!

- Kevin Killer Mk5 -

Mk is barely shown like Lecturer so we don't know a lot about her, from what we know she's just really bad at interacting and just stays in headspace,, so my personal guess I'm just going to say she really shy?

But that's all we sadly know since a lot of the personalities don't get a lot of screen time, I got a lot of this information from Reddit and from a YouTube channel called Homu Labs! They've been a big help on finding more about her since her own Wiki barely does anything. If you want to tell me anything else I'm gladly open to hear!!!

#I couldn't wait for all the votes to get in since I really wanted to talk about the personalities hdhdhdh #honkai #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd #hi3 #hi3 vill v #vill v #vill-v

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red-hibiscus · 2 months

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BL characters I relate to most as a mentally ill gay trans man

Daisy from SCOY

Surprising no one, I, a trans person, relate to Daisy. They're outgoing and seemingly don't care about how people view them. They know they're visibly queer and they normally don't mind it (from what I see). But at the end of the day, society does affect them. They're hesitant to believe Touch genuinely cares and is attracted to them despite Touch being an absolute green flag who is very direct with his flirting. Even after, Daisy was worried about people would view their relationship with Touch and tried to become Day, a more masculine version of themself. Impossible of course and they broke down emotionally exhausted. I feel that so much because I also don't believe it when people, especially cis gay men, are attracted to me. I've caught myself trying to change my behavior to be more masculine (as I'm a bit on the nonbinary side of things). It's bad, but I know how Daisy feels.

Wang from 180 Degree Longtitude Passes Through Us

As a 26 year old trans gay immigrant in a country that doesn't want me, I have a shit ton of pent up anger that has been building up since I was a child. I've calmed down over the years, but I can still be stubborn and argumentative when it comes to politics and human rights. I'm also a linguistics major, thus an academic.

Wang is so much like myself and like a lot of people around me. Like me and Wang would be close friends irl I know it. We're young and stubborn. We're angry at the older conservative people around us, too much sometimes. So he lashes out. Many of his points are correct, but they're not hitting. Partially because the people he's talking to don't want to change, partially because he himself is stubborn. People like us yearn to be free, to be ourselves and to learn. Wang has a passion for the humanities like myself. Yet he knows society really only cares about STEM fields. I've compromised and am getting a master's in computational linguistics. Even though really I just wanna learn as much as I can about sociolinguistics.

Karl from Gaya Sa Pelikula

I haven't watched GSP in a hot minute, but I do remember feeling very seen.

So in the show Karl has his gay awakening, tries to internally and externally deny it, and eventually let himself be free to feel everything and be himself (at least in private).

Now I didn't have a gay awakening, but I guess you could say a trans awakening. In middle school I felt different, I suspected maybe some flavor of LGBT, but wasn't sure and I was too afraid to think about it too hard. Come high school I secretly wanted to join the LGBT club, but was afraid. Then I was essentially adopted into the LGBT club and dragged into the friend group during lunch because I was a loner like everyone else. At the time still "identified" as a cishet woman. As time went on people started to suspect. "Why are you in the club?", "why did you cut your hair", "why do you dress like that?", "your voice is low for a girl haha", etc. Much like Karl, I was not ready for any of that. I was still struggling to make sense of it all and come to terms with it myself. So I kept rejecting it and every time it hurt.

I kept rejecting it until I couldn't. Until someone I resonated with so much came out as trans and it clicked. My trans awakening was complete. I became able to be more myself, but only in private safe spaces. I wouldn't come out and live as a man until after high school and it was terrifying.

Adachi from Cherry Magic

I've only watched the jpn ver, but I'm sure that character remains the same.

I'm anxious and used to be quite shy. Now I'm just awkward. I'm really bad at seeing the good in myself cause I feel like I'm wandering around aimlessly in life. Not that impressive. So when people compliment me I think "haha they're just being nice" (refer back to me never believing people are actually attracted to me).

Adachi is the exact same. He has the same routine every day. Just going through the motions and not really thinking anything of himself. But then Kurosawa comes along and the ability to read minds. Adachi then realizes "wait, someone I respect so much actually loves me? And thinks I have a lot of good qualities? Makes me wanna cry." And me too Adachi. I'd be the same.

Jared from 7 Days Before Valentine

Jared, my precious baby, is described throughout the show as kind, but weird and different. We later learn that he has dyslexia, and honestly he seems to be somewhere on the autism spectrum. Even if he isn't, he has a behavioral difference people pick up on and then shun him for it.

I too was seen as kinda weird growing up. Maybe it was the autism, maybe it was the social anxiety. Probably both. And then of course there was the gnawing feeling that I was different than everyone else and it turns out it's because I'm trans.

So when Jared said that people didn't talk to him because he wasn't like other people it hit me so hard.

Myungha from Love For Love's Sake

The whole show is sad yet cathartic for me. Myungha is depressed yet spends his time comforting others. He has a hard time loving and receiving love. If you give him a fictional character who is very similar to him he will love them and see all the good, but he doesn't see it in himself. Relatable as hell.

I have an incredibly hard time being honest with my emotions and letting people love me and express attraction. Mostly in a romantic/sexual context. Dpdr is cockblocking me. So dating is hell, but I'm lonely and yearn to not be.

Probably if you put me in a situation like Myungha I'd also go "yep, that right there is my blorbo" and then not realize that all the things I like about the person and make me care about them are things I have.

Honorable mentions:

Both Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse

Nozue from Old Fashion Cupcake

Oh-Aew from I Told Sunset About You

Cher from A Boss and a Babe (I headcannon him as autistic)

Amber from DNA Says Love You

Uea from Bed Friend

Mitsuomi from Restart After Come Back Home

Jao from SCOY

Maybe I'll make another post for those later

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sebastianstangirl01 · 2 years

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Daddy’s Home

Title: Daddy’s Home

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Wife Reader

Summary: When the group return home from the Uranium Plant mission Hangman has a few secret loved ones waiting to welcome him home.

Warnings: fluff, illusions to sex

Being the wife of a Navy fighter pilot was hard they were always on the go, always getting called away for dangerous missions that left you wondering if you would become a widow. If your 2 year old daughter would loose her father.

You had been married to Jake for 4 years now and they have been the best years of your life, you met when you worked as a nurse on the navy base Jake had been stationed at and ended up having to stitch him up one day when he cut his arm up real bad. You learned a lot about each other like that you were both from small towns in Texas only 20 miles from each other. Ever since your first interaction Jake was on you like a dog on a bone, he knew what he wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

Jake really changed for the better after you got married, he wasn’t as much of an asshole as he use to be, you taught him how to be a little vulnerable, how to show your love to someone. And after your daughter Brynn was born Jake became the best father. He was loving, protective, nurturing, everything he did was for you and your little girl.

This was Jakes first long assignment since Brynn was born, he hated being away from you two especially since she was still so young. He didn’t want to miss out on important milestones so he would only take short missions that will send him away for less than a week. It was a hard goodbye but you believed in Jake, you knew he was the best pilot and that he would come home to you because he’s too damn stubborn to get killed.

It has been a long few weeks Jake made sure to call you every chance he got, he kept you updated on everything that was going on at training and as many details about the mission as he could. You knew this was basically a suicide mission, you knew that when you talked to Jake the day before they would get assigned to the mission that it could be the last time you heard his smooth voice. You and Jake FaceTimed that night so he could see yours and Brynns faces and so you could see his, just incase it was the last time.

That night was 3 days ago and you had just heard from Jake that they were going to be home today at 3, he ended up not getting chosen for the mission which you were grateful for but he did end up saving 2 of his fellow pilots Rooster and Maverick in the end.

It was currently 1 and you were rushing around making sure the house looked presentable enough for Jake to come home to, you had Brynn sitting in front of the tv watching The Little Mermaid and snacking on some puff corn to keep her occupied until you were ready to leave.

“Ok. Dishes are done, tables are cleaned off, fridge is stocked, floor is swept and mopped, laundry is done. What am I forgetting?” You asked yourself leaning against the counter

“Mommy! Pants!” Brynn exclaimed with a giggle making you look down and realize you were still in your underwear with Jakes Navy sweatshirt.

“Yes I need pants, thank you baby.” You chuckled making Brynn smile, happy she was able to help her mommy. “Mommy’s going to go get dressed ok, can you stay right there for me?”

“Otay mommy.” Brynn nodded giving you a thumbs up

“Ok baby, thank you.” You chuckled shaking your head, she was the perfect mix between you and Jake.

She had Jake’s green eyes and cheesy smile, with your brownish red hair and dimples, she was very sweet and outgoing when she was around people she knew but when it came to strangers she was very shy and clung to you or Jake. She was your pride and joy.

You got changed into a blue summer dress that ended at your knees and slid on your white burks before going into the bathroom and curling your hair then putting on some makeup and jewelry, making sure not to forget your engagement and wedding rings.

You grabbed your aviators Jake got you for Mother’s Day, saying that if you were going to be a Naval Aviator’s wife you needed to have some cool shades. Looking at your watch it said it was already 1:45 so you needed to get ready to leave, wanting to reach the docks by 2:30 to make sure you and Brynn could be right at the front of all the loved ones welcoming the other pilots and sailors home.

“Brynn baby it’s time to go. Come here so I can get your shoes on please.” You said walking back into the kitchen to grab your purse, you heard the little pitter-patter of bare feet and tiny arms wrap around your legs making you chuckle

Brynn was dressed in a little blue romper with white flowers on it, one thing you loved about being a girl mom was all the cute outfits you could dress her in.

“I wan shoes wike you momma.” Brynn said looking up at you with her big green eyes

“Ok, go get them from your room please.” You said and Brynn nodded before running off to her room. “Careful, don’t run please!”

Brynn came back into the kitchen walking this time and carrying her own pair of white burks along with her little aviators Jake bought her since she wanted to look just like mommy and daddy.

“Up you go.” You said grabbing her under her arms gently and lifting her onto the counter so you could put her shoes on her

“Mommy where we go?” Brynn said playing with your hair

“Remember daddy comes home today.” You said making Brynn gasp

“Daddy home?!” Brynn squealed making you smile

“Yep, we’re going to pick him up.” You confirmed making Brynn laugh and clap her hands

“Daddy!” She squealed

“You ready babygirl?” You asked and she nodded letting you lift her off the counter and settle onto your hip she wrapped her arms around your neck and rested her head on your shoulder

You walked out the door making sure to lock it and made your way to your car, opening the backseat and settling Brynn into her car seat kissing her forehead before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat.

“Let’s go get daddy.”

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When you got to the dock it was 2:45 you ended up getting stuck in traffic and now it was pretty crowded, you got out of the car and made your way around to the backseat.

“Ok baby, it’s very crowded so that means I’m either going to carry you or you have to hold mommy’s hand ok?” You asked and she nodded reaching her arms out for you, indicating that she wants to be held

Her eyes were half closed, it was past her normal nap time and she had been sleeping the drive to the dock so she was going to be pretty sluggish. But once she sees Jake it will all go away.

You picked her up out of her car seat and she wrapped her arms around your neck, you stepped back and closed the door. Making sure to lock the car you then made your way over to where people were waiting. The carrier was already docked but no one had come off yet.

You had been checking your phone when you heard the first cheer followed by hundreds of others, when you looked up you saw the crew starting to come off the ship making you smile and search for Jake.

“Baby look for daddy!” You said making Brynn smile and look around

You smiled as family members found each other, wives crying and kissing their husbands, husbands welcoming their wives, parents hugging their kid, siblings and friends greeting each other. When you spotted Jake you felt your eyes tear up, he was walking with a man who had a mustache, a woman, a man with glasses, and a few more people.

“Baby look! There’s daddy!” You smiled as Brynn squealed

“Daddy!” She screamed making Jakes head snap towards you guys, a smile immediately making its way onto his face. “Daddy!”

You say Brynn down and let her start running towards Jake, making sure to jog to keep up with her not wanting her to get lost. You watched as the people with Jake started looking at each other confused but at this moment all you cared about was seeing your husband again.

“Brynn!” Jake smiled scooping your daughter into his arms when she got close enough attacking her face with kisses making her laugh and squeal. “I missed you so much sugar. Where’s mommy?”

“Right here.” You smiled as you walked up to them

Jake smiled and sat Brynn down right beside him and pulled you tightly into his arms lifting you into the air and swirling you around making you laugh before he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“I missed you so much.” You said when your lips separated, your hands resting on the back of his neck

“I missed you too sweetheart.” Jake said rubbing your cheek before kissing you again

“Mommy Daddy that’s yucky.” Brynn scolded crossing her arms making you both laugh

“Sorry baby.” Jake apologized bending down to pick her up

“Uh Hangman?” One of the people he was walking with asked, you realized that they had just been standing there making you flush a little bit as Jake chuckled and pulled you into his side

“Everyone this is my wife Y/N and our daughter Brynn. Baby this is Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, and Maverick.” Jake said introducing you guys

“It’s great to meet you all, Jake has told me so much about you. I’m happy your all home safe.” You said giving them a smile

“Are you sure you married Hangman?” The man Jake introduced as Rooster asked making you chuckle

“Yea I’m sure. He may act like a jerk in public but he’s a real softy, cares a lot about y’all.” You said making Jake flush

“Daddy your cheeks are red. Do you have fever?” Brynn asked putting her hands on Jakes cheeks making everyone laugh

“No baby, daddy’s fine.” Jake chuckled as Brynn kissed his cheek

“All better?” She asked and Jake nodded

“All better.” Jake confirmed making Brynn smile

“Your husband is a great pilot ma’am. He saved our butts that’s for sure.” Maverick said, you could tell he was going to use a different word before remembering the little ears that were around

“He sure is. Why don’t y’all come over for supper tomorrow night? The day after Jake comes back from a deployment or mission we always grill out, some good Texas bbq with all the fixins.” You offered, your Texan accent coming out

“That would be great thank you. I’d love to get to know the woman who tied good ole Hangman down.” Phoenix smiled

“Well honey do I have some stories for you.” You chuckled

“I guess we’ll see you guys tomorrow. I’ll text our address to you.” Jake told them

“It’s was great meeting y’all.” You smiled waving as they waved back

“I’m so glad to be back home with my favorite girls.” Jake said kissing both you and Brynn on the forehead

“We’re glad your home safe, right Brynn?” You asked but it remained quiet, you both looked down and saw Brynn asleep on Jakes shoulder making you chuckle. “She did miss her nap.”

“Well that means she’ll be out of it for a while.” Jake smirked. “What do you say about trying for baby number two?”

“I say take me to bed Hangman.”

@peaches-1999

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete mitchell #top gun

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