#deep breath. i am working towards a better future every day

[transdelgado]

brain is so scratchy. every 3 months my bottle of antipsychotics laughs at me. i am so tired

#i have a job interview tomorrow #deep breath. i am working towards a better future every day #i am burning some rose incense right now #i am drinking some ice cold water. i am then going to brush my teeth

[ghosts-cyphera]

Here I am your biggest nightmare, I have a request from my not so beloved Graves with the prompt 27 “You’re a bad liar did you know?”, but I have no idea what to ask for with it, so good job love you bye *kiss kiss*

turns out that you, darling, were my biggest blessing because this is what got me out of my writing slump. fucking graves, lmao. it's far from my best work (besties please go easy on me), but I'm so very grateful to you for sending this in! ♡

warnings/content: phillip graves x gn!reader, 18+; mdni! angst with suggestive themes, mentions of the (in this drabble upcoming) massacre of las almas. reader working for the shadow company. blackmail leading to a kiss, implied future sex. petnames: sweetheart, baby. wordcount: 515

"I'm done." with shaking hands and a pounding heart, you stormed past graves, your boots falling heavy against the concrete floor. "I want nothing to do with this."

"if you think—," graves' fingers around your arm yanked you back to him. his touch was so tight, so unforgiving, that even through your tactical gear you knew your skin would be kissed by bruises after. "—for a goddamn moment that you can go and walk away from me, baby—"

"I am not your fucking baby, graves," you spat out, jaw clenched. "not after tonight's orders. I can't stop you from taking over las almas, but I sure as hell want nothing to do with it." your fingers moved to tear off the patch on your shoulder, and you let it fall on the ground. "I quit."

where you'd expected exploding rage: his face to turn red with his anger, and the scar on his cheek to scrunch up as he yelled... somehow this was worse. 

the darkening eyes. the tilt of his head. the quiet amusement that finally—after what had seemed like a minute of him quietly observing you—turned audible as he parted his lips. "what do you think will happen to the people of las almas if you leave?"

"what?"

even more than you hated the way your voice had cracked, you hated the way that he laughed, low and breathless. 

"you are what calms me down." he took a step toward you, fingers around your bicep tightening their grip as his chest pressed against yours. "you are what keeps me sane. take that away and—," his lips brushed against your earlobe, his voice low. "well. how much blood in your hands can you live with, sweetheart?"

your heart was racing: your thoughts clouding. "stop talking, phillip."

"why?" he raised a brow, his breath warm against your skin. familiar. "afraid you're gonna walk away? afraid you're gonna have to live with the guilt of knowing that if you had stayed—," he tilted his head, "if you had given yourself to me one more time—" his thumb moved to brush against your lower lip, and from the touch you shivered. "you could've saved them all?"

"get your fucking hands off me."

"no, walking away is not what you're afraid of," his voice was amused as he wet his lips. "you're afraid because you know you can't."

you jaw clenched as you swallowed, dry. "I never wanted any of this."

"you're a bad liar, did you know?" he laughed. "what you and I have is good. we both know it. fuck, if I didn't know any better I'd even go as far as to say that you learned to love me."

"yet you know that I hate every last thing about you."

"yet you will stay."

"not for you."

"for me, for them," he tilted his head as his lips moved to brush against yours. "doesn't matter." his lips captured yours in a kiss deep and dark—full of denied need, and guilt, and shame. 

enough to bring the heaviest of tears to your eyes. 

"the only thing that matters is that at the end of the day—"

enough to make your thighs clench. 

"I will always win." his finger cupped your cheek, possessive. "never forget that, baby."

a/n: we hate him we hate him we hate him we want to fuck him we hate him

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[ravens-two]

PICK A CARD reading

What do you need to work on?

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Deck used: Dark Wood Tarot

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Pile 1

2 of Pentacles

"We've been breathing underwater no we don't know how/ Time will keep us moving so don't turn back now" Closer every day - Chris Malinchak, Stealth

Hi, pile 1, I think it's really interesting that you picked an illustration with a person almost drowning and then this song came up. I feel like things have been difficult lately, it might be that you've been feeling like you're barely been able to keep up with everything that's going on in your life. With the 2 of Pentacles thrown in here as well, you may have been in a situation where you're trying to deal with two big things at once. Like, say for example, you're dealing with your own problems and a helping a friend deal with their problems as well. The first message that is coming for you pile 1 is that you need to prioritize because you won't be able to keep every ball in the air.

Now onto what you need to work on. The 2 of Pentacles is a card of duality and flexibility, of making space for a little bit of everything. For me this means that you need to work on not seeing things so black and white. I think that the people in this pile either have a bit of a fatalistic view of things or are super happy go lucky with no in-between. Spirit is asking you to try and look at things in a different way. Maybe things aren't all terrible - or maybe they aren't perfect. You need to recognize the good, the bad and the neutral in every situation. Also, you don't need to have a super strong and unchangeable opinion on everything. It's okay to change your mind as you grow and learn, and sometimes you won't have an opinion at all - and that is perfectly fine.

Going back to this difficult situation that you have been going through, maybe take a little bit to think about it and try to see it from a different angle. Has anything good come out of it? What is a simple thing that you could do that would make this situation better? Try to keep it as simple as possible, sometimes our fears and worries make our problems seem more monstrous than they truly are. As a last little message: be brave and keep going! You're so so strong and as your song says you're getting closer every day. Don't give up now!

Pile 2

The Sun

"Wake me when I fall" Wake me - Messages To Bears

Hey there, pile 2! First of all let me ask, how are you? Are you okay? This may not be for everyone, but I am getting deep sadness and depression vibes from this pile. There's almost a sense of mourning here. You may have recently lost someone or something that was very important to you. Some of you may have never even had this thing to begin with - like you wanted to get into a certain college but you didn't make it. Honestly the vibe here is like seeing the first rays of sunlight, but not being entirely convinced yet that it will rise indeed. I have this feeling that despite this loss and this longing you want to be hopeful, but you're not seeing enough proof that everything will be alright yet.

With the Sun card here more than working towards something (even though yes you do have to work for it) I think that what you need is reassurance. And I really want to give it to you pile 2. Yes, everything will be okay. No, the future won't undo what has been taken from you and it won't erase the pain you have been and you are going through. But you will laugh again, you will feel the sunshine on your skin again and you will feel happy and content. This was not the end. Your future is still being built and it wants to tell you that you will be alright. Side note, but the song "A quarter past five" by Avi Kaplan just came to mind because he sings something like "It turns out fine". And yeah pile 2 it does turn out fine.

Your life is currently in expansion, maybe it's really hard to see it yet, but it is. You will be safe, healthy and happy. The only thing that Spirit wants you to do is to hold on. Keep being hopeful, keep one foot after the other and you will get there. There isn't a future without pain, that's just impossible, but there is a future filled with joy and contentment ready for you.

Pile 3

The Tower

"Have I found you, flightless bird? / Or lost you, American mouth?" Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

Pile 3, the Tower is the card of destruction, but in your reading, rather than predict disaster this card is asking you to evaluate your behaviors. Have you been unnecessarily aggressive lately? Have you been lashing out at the people who love you? Even if you don't necessarily mean to, mean words may have been quick on your tongue lately. Spirit wants you to think about these misplaced aggressions. Who are you really angry with? or What are you really angry about? There are other, healthier, ways to use this anger. Art or sports could be a way to channel this aggression in a way that would make you feel better and that wouldn't hurt your loved ones. The most important thing to realize though is that misplacing your anger/taking it out on others doesn't make you a bad person. Realizing that you're doing it and not making an effort to change though, does.

This isn't necessarily the case for everyone though. I feel like some of you are taking it out on yourselves instead of other people. Simple thoughts like "oh you're so stupid" or "you screw everything up" are signs of self-aggression. Just like the others, I ask you to stop and to think what is causing that anger and why are you taking it out on yourself. Why do you feel that you deserve bad things? This is difficult work, but that will make you feel so much better.

Others of you may be trying to make trouble on purpose as a way to gain attention. This could be literal trouble, like stealing or cheating, or it could be a more subtle form like provoking someone into a fight. Again, we make no judgments here. But ask yourself why do you feel like you can't just ask other people for their attention? What or Who is making you feel unseen? You deserve to be loved just as you are pile 3 and you don't need to be perfect or to cause trouble to deserve other's attention.

Pile 4

7 of Pentacles

"I don't love very often when I do I love too hard" Stupid Boys - Cassidi

Pile 4, according to Sasha Graham (the creator of the Dark Wood Tarot) the 7 of Pentacles is a card of slumber. For you, the work you have to do is subtle in a way, because it's hard to realize all the small little things that we do and that hurt us in the long run. Constantly and without us realizing we continue to hurt ourselves until it's hard to understand where our problems are coming from. You need to wake up pile 4. I know that there are times when we just want to curl up into a ball and daydream our days away, but what you need to do right now is the opposite of that. You need to gather your courage and wake up. Go slowly at first, just watching, paying attention to yourself. What opportunities are you losing without even noticing, because you're afraid? These could be really "simple", like being invited to go out with a group of friends and refusing because you've been anxious. You think that going out will be worse for your anxiety, but the more that you keep refusing these outings the more your anxiety grows. You are giving it power, essentially. This is just an example, but some of you might actually have anxiety (also I also have it and I know that it's really easy to talk, but very hard to actually to take action).

Another big thing that you need to face is fear. What are you afraid of? What is fear taking from you? What would be the worst possible outcome of something? And then I need you to realize something, you are the one in control here, not your fears. They might freak you out, but they are not in control. Let's imagine that you're in a car with your fears, you're the one driving not them. They might try to grab the steering wheel, they may scream at you to slow down, they may be annoying as shit, but you're still the one driving. You get to decide your path, not your fears.

Ultimately, pile 4 there are big opportunities ahead of you, but you need to wake up, be brave and grab them.

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[adorastarot]

A message from BTS for you - Mini reading

Hii everyone and welcome to my second PAC reading! Today we are asking for a message from BTS for you <3 I hope that this PAC reading will help you understand the present better and help move towards the future that you want to manifest!

How to choose a pile: Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Ask the universe if there is a message that you need to hear right now. You may either hear a number or be drawn to a pack once you open your eyes! If the message doesn't resonate then it may not be for you.

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Pile 1

2 of cups, king of wands, the hanged man, knight of wands, 7 of pentacles

Jin & Namjoon are stepping up for this message, the colours are red, orange and yellow. The energy feels very vibrant but calm?! They’re not excited per se, they just want to be present today and help light a fire in you. 

“Slow down when it comes to romance, not every frog will turn into a prince charming (not everyone can be as handsome as me *wink* - Jin) You may be trying too hard right now to find your other half, might be giving chance after chance to people who aren’t worthy of you. You have to take a break, otherwise, you will end up sacrificing the most important things to you - love, integrity, passion and stability in exchange for the desire that lasts a couple of days. Time is not running out, people sometimes are not what you expect them to be. You will find your soulmate one day, but you have to be ok with your own journey first. Do you love yourself? Even just a bit, even if it’s just some days.  What kind of life are you creating? You have put so much work into this - not sit back and enjoy the things that you have achieved. For some of you - what’s the worst that can happen if you stop looking for love? What if you never get married, but find the love of your life tomorrow? Would you be ok with this?

Pile 2

The devil, 8 of swords, knight of cups, 4 of swords, 9 of pentacles

Jimin and Hoseok are coming forward for this one and Yoongi wants to be present but is choosing to stay in the background. The energy of this reading is a bit more…closed off. Associated colours are black, dark blue, royal blue, deep grey.

“The only thing stopping you right now is yourself. You are stopping yourself from achieving greatness but do you even realise you are doing it? Why are you scared? I have your back, we are all here for you so just give it a try. What’s the worst that can happen? You may need to work on attachment and codependent relationships in your life. It’s time to choose heart over wisdom. Be free?! Free yourself of everything that is holding you down. Be careful with those around you - your support group. The people around you can either build you up or knock you down so please make sure that you0 have people around you that deserve to have you around. Even if at times you feel alone, I am here.” You know that video of Jimin saying something like - there is someone here in the city of Seoul who understands you? That’s the image that is coming through, that is what Jimin is wearing and the way he is sat during this message. “Sleep, make sure you sleep better and take the time to relax, enjoy life a little bit more”

Pile 3

Death, knight of pentacles, 2 of swords, 5 of cups, queen of wands

Ok so Taehuyng wants to take this one by himself ahaha his energy right now is very…beige ahahaha that’s the energy of this reading, very pastel-y colours, pastel yellow, pastel blue, pastel purple. He is sat down ready to talk with his face leaning on one hand.

“This is different, right? Did you expect something like this? Oh the amount of change you have been going through this year. You are like a phoenix rising from the ashes. You can’t remember the person that you were in 2022 can you? That’s ok. Take it slowly, baby steps, one step at a time. Let the sadness in your heart become the art of life, let it become your inspiration as you move forward and discover your true self. Be sad, cry if you have to, but at times remember to cry out of happiness too! Try to have those moments of so much happiness that you can’t help but let it all out.  You are a force to be reckoned with. Take your time and feel every single emotion as the clock won’t go back and you won’t be able to experience the same thing twice.

Sending all the love your way <3

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[korebringerofded]

Changes Eddie Munson X F!Reader/ Steve Harrington X F!Reader

Summary- You would never do anything to hurt Eddie, a misunderstanding leads to Eddie believing you to be cheating on him with Steve Harrington.

Eddie also has some smutty bi!thoughts about reader and steve

AN-Okay so I wrote this all once and it got deleted and this is way less good but I will NOT WRITE IT AGAIN I AM SO ANGRY It was way better the first time please believe me

Warnings- some smut, mechanic!eddie, hurt/comfort, angst, series, future smut, future Steddie X reader, mentions of cheating, dark!Eddie moments, kyle moments, bad no editing because tumblr hates me and deleted the edited one, Stay out of my swamp minors

Request are open and enjoy!

This gif is perfect for this

Eddie had never had any worries when it came to you, you were his everything, his sunshine, someone he could hold and love. He had also never had a problem with you working alongside Steve, ‘The King’ Harrington at the video store. 

Despite his trust for you he still tried to avoid Steve regardless. He had always had a deeply rooted jealousy when it came to Steve Harrington, his spotless, almost effortless beauty and charm had alway been a sore spot for Eddie, after all he was ‘The Freak’. Even now, he is barely considered a member of society. 

 when he entered work that day, whispers and glances from each and every person, guest and employee alike. Being used to this, Eddie tried to shove this aside and started on the first job, putting his bulky headphones over his ears.

He was about halfway through the shift, under a car with grease spread on his face and his hair tied up messily when he overheard some of the guys talking, not realizing he was there.

There were rumors around town that you and Steve had been fucking in the back of the video store. 

It was hard for him to ignore the doubt and pain now building in his stomach.  His breath caught in his throat as it all sank in, his skin turning a pasty white.

Your face flashed in his head, toothy grin, your pink cheeks and fluttering eyelashes looking up at Steve as they fell to brush your cheeks and then meet back with Steve’s caramel ones. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before, the way you always brought him up and your hands would linger on his. 

Eddie couldn’t help but let his mind wander, only making that icy feeling in his stomach spread all over him. 

He imagined Steve would hold your chin and kiss you roughly, press you against the wall of the video store on a rainy day, your whimpers echoing in the empty store while Eddie was at home, waiting for you to return. 

  Eddie couldn’t take it any more, he didn't need to hear anymore so he pulled himself up and walked out of his shift, those around him standing with mouths hanging open slightly. 

Eddie Munson couldn’t have been considered a ‘safe’ driver but when he was angry or upset he was reckless, his knuckles were stark white as he gripped the wheel, hair flying wildly as he drove, trying to drown out the images that infiltrated his mind with booming music. 

It hardly helped and the thought of Steve standing over you in the bed you two shared every night, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder while your nails scraped down Steve’s perfectly toned back. Your eyes-dazed and low as you stared at Eddie, he swore you were right there, he could smell and feel you just inches away. Your broken moans filled his ears, it was all so wrong and intoxicating. 

He felt his face burn red when he noticed his dick had grown rock hard in his pants. 

“Fuck.” He grumbled

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Tell me the fucking truth, (Y/N)” Eddie growled, his voice rumbling from deep in his throat.  

“That is the truth, Eddie.” Your voice was stern, tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill over onto your flushed cheeks. “I don’t know what else I can say. I am confused.” You reached your hands out towards him, trembling like a leaf. 

Eddie stood there for a moment, fighting back tears of his own as he shook his head, throwing his hands up to keep you at a distance. “No no no no, stop” He chewed at his bottom lip, “I just don’t fucking believe you.” He spat, eyebrows furrowed up.

Your heart shattered in your chest as those sharp words slipped from his lips followed by an endless stream of tears that finally poured down your cheeks. 

The two of you stood in your shared apartment in tense silence. 

Eddie had got it in his head that you were cheating on him, you weren’t sure if he heard it in town or not. He wasn’t making much sense, regardless he was absolutely convinced. 

It wasn’t true of course,you would never do anything to hurt him.

 So when he arrived home already heavily intoxicated, face red and chest heaving, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You reached for him, only for him to shove you away from him, a bit harder than he anticipated and you stumbled back slightly, barely holding your balance as your back knocked into the kitchen table.

Eddie was the one who held your heart, he always had been. 

It was simple for you, there was no one else and there never would be.

Eddie’s knuckles were white and his jaw clenched to be as sharp as a blade. His already pale skin was flushed and his pupils enveloped any color that was once there. His hair whipped wildly around him as he threw his arms up and raked his fingers through the thick curls, digging into his scalp as he rambled.

“I just want the truth, I think at the very least you owe me that.” He said through gritted teeth.

 “Then tell me what the ‘truth’ is, Eddie! I don’t know what I’m supposed to say here!” You rambled, stomping your foot as tears stung your eyes, lip quivering. It was childish, you knew that but you just couldn’t take it anymore, you hated this. You were genuinely confused and hurt. 

“You...” Eddie took a few steps towards you, his finger pressing against your chest slightly as he pointed, cornering you against the table, his eyes dark and tear-filled. His rings jingled slightly as his hands trembled. The words were strained as if each one stung him deeply.

“You…are fucking Steve Harrington.” He crouched down slightly to be eye to eye with you. 

You wanted to laugh, you almost did but the look on his face, the betrayal, the tears that slid down his cheeks. It tore you apart, you wanted to hold him, beg him to believe you. 

You reached up to him, wiping a tear across his face before he gripped your wrist, eyes meeting briefly. Fear and desperation was written on your face while Eddie’s was fiery rage.

‘There’s only you, Eddie. Please believe me.” You whispered.

There was silence for a while, your quiet sniffles the only sound echoing in your apartment before Eddie’s voice cut through it mercilessly.

“I see how he looks at you, and how you look at him. Anyone within a mile of either of you could see it.” His sharp tongue shot venom at you, eyes completely blown and any color left had been burned out like a piece of ash floating down from a roaring flame.

You hardly recognized him, your Eddie was loving and soft. None of this made sense, you wanted to explain. You thought Eddie understood. 

“Bullshit.” Eddie laughed grimly, leaning his head back as he did, his whole body shaking violently before he stopped all at once, his body lurching forward and his fist crashing through the brittle drywall next to you, the white powder spreading over the room as you stood in shock.

You gasped audibly, frozen and trembling as your widened eyes looked back and forth between Eddie and his now bleeding hand and the hole in your wall. 

He had never done anything like this before. You had known him almost your entire life and while he had never been afraid of fighting an asshat at school or using his sharp tongue to tell someone to fuck off, he was an overall soft kind person. 

“You and me, we are finished.” He used his sleeve to wipe his face before the two of your eyes connected for just a moment, your heart sinking into a cool icy bath of shock. 

His words were muffled over the gnawing static that now filled your ears.

“He’s leaving, Eddie is leaving. Do something!”

You didn’t move from that spot as your sobs racked through your body, knocking you onto your knees as you pressed your hands to your face. 

That was that, Eddie grabbed his keys off the table and with a slam of the door that left you trembling once he was gone. The deafening sound of rubber against asphalt as he pulled away left a gigantic rot in your chest.

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One week, then two passed in agonizing succession. Eddie had disappeared completely, he stopped showing up at work and he wasn’t hiding out at Wayne’s trailer. 

“Eddie is missing?” Wayne’s voice perked up at that, worry evident in his tone even through the phone.

“No no, sorry. He-uh. We broke up and he left, I was just trying-um… to make sure he was safe, that's all. Sorry to bother you. He is probably fine.” You mumbled, apologizing again before hanging up before he could say anything else.

The rest of Hellfire claimed to also be completely unaware of where he was or what had happened. Of course, you knew what had happened.

Steve was incredibly endearing, and sweet. His handsome face could knock the wind out of your lungs and his voice made goosebumps spread over your skin. He was your first kiss and crush but now he was your best friend, and your love for Steve was different from the love you and Eddie shared. 

Eddie was the one who held your heart, his smile and his hands made your head spin, it was easy being with Eddie, it could only be compared to breathing fresh air on a winding country road. Eddie was the air itself that you drew into your lungs, the blood flowing through your veins, Eddie Munson was your everything.

Being away from him was torture, the two of you had spent almost everyday together since middle school, even then the two of you were foolishly and childishly in love. 

He had always swore he would marry you one day, he was certain of it, so much so that he twirled blades of grass into a tiny ring and slid it onto your small finger. 

The two of you were so small back then. Things are different now unfortunately.

You had lost track of how many days-weeks had passed since he left, you had checked all over town and he was nowhere to be found, not his Uncle Wayne’s, not Gareths, and not with Dustin. 

The alcohol burned through your core with a fiery hunger, your head spinning and knees growing wobbly. You had gotten off work early and had overindulged a bit, tears billowing down your puffy pink cheeks as you sobbed, clutching a bottle in your shaky hands. 

It had all passed in a blur, stumbling through the streets, clothes and hair disheveled. 

You just couldn’t be at home anymore, being in bed alone only reminded you of Eddie. Wayne and Robin had stopped by a few times and you just wanted to be alone, you didn’t know what to say. Eddie was gone, he left.

So you had begun spending time at the only bar in town and after they would eventually kick you out you would just wander around town.

Tonight was one of those nights, your thin black sweater and jeans had been soaked by the freezing rain that fell from dark billowing clouds looming over you. You had lost one of your shoes at some point in time, but you really couldn’t find it in you to care.

You stumbled drunkenly, gripping your brown bag as tears threatened to spill over.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck..” You groan, shaking your head, you were just so tired of crying.

Amidst your drunken state and sobs that shook your shoulders, you hadn’t noticed that you had stumbled into the middle of the winding road where you collapsed into a pile.

 The only light coming down on that dark street was from the moon poking through the dark clouds.

—--------------------

“Steve? Steve, is that you?” Dustin’s voice was muffled for just a moment through the speaker of the phone of Family Video. 

“What is going on, squirt? Don’t you know that Saturday’s are our busiest nights?” Steve scoffed, holding the phone to his ear between his shoulders and cheek. 

“It’s (Y/N)!” Dustin said through the phone

“What?” Steve mumbles, eyes widening as he grips the phone.  

“Yes! Now listen,” Dustin groaned, “I think something is going on, I haven’t heard from Eddie in weeks and he was being really weird when I last saw him. I went to her place and the door was just left open, her car is here too. Eddie’s uncle was there looking for her too.” Dustin continued his rambling.

Steve’s mouth was hung open just slightly before he slammed the phone back on the receiver, Dustin’s pleas were shrill for a moment before being  cut off with a soft thud.

“Fuck,” Steve ran his fingers through his hair, heart beating in his chest. “Robin! Can you handle this by yourself?” He asked, already pulling his jacket over his shoulders.

“Wait, what!? What is happening?” Robin glared at him, eyes wide. “You are NOT abandoning me here for some big bo-” She paused and her face softened when she realized the look of dread on his face, skin pale and eyes wide.

“Something is wrong with (Y/N).”

Robin blinked, her expression softening before she sighed. “Don’t wuss out this time,” 

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Steve drove all around town, the rain beating down on his windshield more and more as time passed on. You weren’t at the bar or the restaurant or anywhere else you might have possibly been. Steve wasn’t even sure if you would want to see him right now but he couldn’t hold back anymore, he would never forgive himself for not being there for you.

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The cold ground made you shiver, your fingers and toes numb from the frozen rain. You fought back the nausea bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you tried to pull yourself up, arms trembling before you collapsed back down, a blinding light surrounding you before you slipped out of consciousness.

Your memory was foggy after that, head still spinning as you were carried into a car and laid down in the backseat with an extreme level of caution.

You didn’t see their face but those hands, that voice. They were familiar and kind so you relaxed into them, warmth enveloping you as you were wrapped in a jacket and blankets. 

“What were you doing out there? It's okay, you’re okay.” A familiar voice rambled, cutting through your hazy spinning before your eyes met with a familiar set of soft chestnut eyes. 

“Steve?” You mumbled, tears overflowing before you threw your arms around his neck, sobbing softly.

“I’ve got you, it's okay. You’re okay.” He brushed the tears away and held you close, strong arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head while the rain poured down relentlessly, the deafening patter of rain matching Steve’s rapidly beating heart.

PART 2 HERE

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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[lesbianhotch]

forever, forever love

notes: another one for the very cool @spacecowboyhotch who got me back on the pedro train in the first place. very fluffy, some flirting, frankie/fem reader, a possible part 2 in the works <3

“We should get married.”

You roll over, coming face to face with a wide awake Frankie. He’s lying on his side, arms tucked underneath the pillow.

“Yeah, we should,” you reply, yawning as you finish the statement. You’ve had conversations like this before; sweet nothings and thoughts about the future as Frankie struggles to fall asleep. You can’t see the clock on your bedside table, but you can only guess that it’s well after midnight.

“I’m serious. We should get married.” 

You laugh, wriggling closer to Frankie with the covers still firmly wrapped around yourself. 

“One day Morales, there’s no rush.” You poke him in the stomach. “Plus you’ve gotta put a ring on this finger.” There’s silence for just a moment, and you assume Frankie’s brain has already moved on. The next thing to come out of his mouth will probably be how he needs to fix the gutters on the right side of the house, or how he still hasn’t picked a place to have lunch with Santi this week.

“Ok. I can do that. If that’s what you want.” 

He says it with such sincerity that you can’t help but open your eyes and lean back, looking at him for answers.

“Frankie…are you asking me to marry you right now?”

He takes a deep breath, his brown eyes fixed on yours as his chest slowly rises and falls beneath his shirt. “Yeah. I am.” Frankie reaches out to grab your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “I don’t have a ring or anything. But we can get one. Go together in the morning, pick out something together.”

He squeezes your hand, and you hope your question doesn’t imply rejection.

“Why now?”

Frankie shrugs. “Why not?”

Now if that isn’t the most Frankie answer you’ve ever received, you don’t know what is.

Of course you want to marry Frankie. He’s the love of your life and then some. You figured it would come one day, a proposal, but you never felt a rush to do so. But as Frankie squeezes your hand tight and looks at you with hope in his eyes, the idea of tying the knot has never sounded so good. 

“You gonna make me an honest woman Morales?”

“Even better-“ Frankie leans forward, kissing you softly. “I’m gonna make you Mrs. Morales.”

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As it turns out, Frankie’s been trying to buy you a ring for ages. 

The woman at the local jewelry store knows him well, has seen him stare at the cases and talk himself out of each and every option. 

“I don’t know, they just never seemed right.” He grumbles, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. 

“Am I that hard to please?” Frankie grins, leaning down to whisper in your ear, a hand coming up to tickle you in the side.

“Now we both know that’s not true.”

You laugh and swat him away, turning your attention back to the rings in front of you. Frankie was right, there’s nothing here that really grabs you, nothing that’s screaming your name. The engagement rings are gorgeous, but maybe that’s not what you really want. 

“Do you have any bands? Matching ones?”

The woman pulls out a box from underneath the counter, a collection of bands; some gold and some silver. A pair catches your eye instantly, and you pluck it out to examine it up close. The gold is nice, it’s classic. The diamonds are small, set in the band of the ring instead of protruding like most engagement rings. You slip it on your ring finger, and it’s not your size, but you think it looks perfect all the same.

“Frankie, I think this is it.” 

He frowns for a moment, nodding towards the other box full of rings. “Are you sure? Don’t you want one that’s a little more…well an actual engagement ring?”

“I mean, we’re getting married this weekend Frankie. The engagement period isn’t that long for us.” 

“Well when you say it like that-” 

The woman hands Frankie the matching gold band over the counter, and he slips it on. “The edges of it are beveled-” she says, watching as Frankie flexes his fingers. “It gives the wearer more comfort in the long term, and it’s quite stylish.” 

Frankie’s never had too many opinions on jewelry, but you can tell by the sparkle in his eye that he likes it. 

“Yeah. It’s nice.” 

As a man of few words, that’s all the confirmation you need.

“We’re gonna go with these.” The woman smiles, holding out her palm for the rings. 

“Great. Let me get our ring sizer so we can see if we have your size in stock.”

You and Frankie return the rings, and as she puts the boxes back under the counter, a thought crosses your mind.

“I forgot to ask, do you have any silicone rings?” 

“Of course. Not many options, but I can bring out the few we have. I’ll be right back.”

Frankie turns to face you, brow raised. “S’that for me?”

You slip your arm around his waist, hand rubbing up and down the small of his back. “Of course. Can’t have anyone thinking you're single while you’re repairing planes or car parts or one of the thousand other things you do with your hands.” 

Frankies grin is wry, dimple appearing in his cheek as presses closer to you in the store.

“I can do a lot with my hands, yeah…” 

You click your tongue, slapping your hand on the center of his chest and half heartedly pushing him away. “You’re a menace Morales.” 

“Hey, you’re the one marrying me.”

You lean up, pressing a kiss to the bare patch on his beard, right on his jaw. 

“Damn right.”

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Eight: The Future In-Laws

With Zor-El and Alura seated on the Sofa, and Lena and J��onn in their respective matching chairs, Lena takes a deep breath before she starts.

“The reason I’m here is actually pretty important. Alura, the last time you saw me was when we both dealt with the Harun- El. After that, Kara and I went through a pretty rocky roller coaster with our friendship. I did some things that still haunt me; how I could treat my best friend the way I did was absolutely revolting. That being said, she also told me why she kept her identity from me for so long. I now see why she did, and I am forever grateful she did.

Since then, our friendship hasn’t been the only thing that has gotten stronger. We…became official at Alex’s wedding. And these past few months have been some of the best memories of my life. I love your daughter so much. I think about her every minute of every day. My favorite part of every day is going home to her because that means I get to hear about her day while I make us dinner. After that, we curl up on the couch, and let her snuggle close to the point where I don’t care if she's crushing me. My magic is nothing compared to her power of being a literal ray of sunshine. She makes me a better person, and she makes me want to continue to improve on myself so that I can hopefully be the best partner for her in the future.

So, having said that…Zor-El, Alura, I come here to ask permission. Permission…to marry your daughter.”

Lena then takes out the small Tiffany’s Box, and shows her future in-laws the custom ring she had designed.

“My…” Zor-El gently touches the ring. “That is quite a magnificent ring. Did you design this?”

“I know it’s not as intricate as some of the architecture I’ve seen here, but…” Lena noticed Alura had yet to say a word. “After getting to know Kara, she doesn’t need anything grand to be happy.”

“Miss Luthor, I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.” Lena puts this ring away and straightens up her posture.

“I need you to promise me that if Kara seems standoffish towards you, to not to jump to the worst case scenario. Let her open up to you when she’s ready. Especially now that we know of her life. I also want you to promise me to be her rock, even when you fight. From how you just spoke about her…I can tell there is an immense amount of love that you have for my daughter. Lastly…if you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Alura smiled. “You’re a part of this family now, and anything that happened in your past you’ve atoned for you don’t have to worry about any longer.” With a warm aura, she wraps Lena in a hug.

“Oh.” Lena was definitely holding her breath through that entire speech, but as soon as she felt Alura embrace her, not only did she exhale, but she returned the hug. “I feel a lot less nervous now.”

“That stoic persona never seems to be turned off.” Zor-El smirked.

“That is wonderful to hear.” Alura chuckled invitingly.

“Now that we have that out of the way, we really should be heading back unfortunately. With Kara, Alex and Kelly at work, who knows what Nia and Brainy are teaching Esme.” J’onn was half joking and half serious; about 60/40.

“Of course.” Alura walks with Lena and J’onn back to his ship. “Miss Luthor…thank you. It means a lot seeing you hold Kara’s life and home so dearly.”

“A long time ago, I wanted to break away from my family. I wanted to be the person to share a home with a Kryptonian. And…I guess I spoke that into fruition.”

“And Kara has the best person in her corner for the rest of her life.” Zor-El, with his arm around his wife, waves them off.

“So…What’s the next step?” J'onn curiously asked before hitting light speed.

“Time to plan the perfect proposal.” Excitement was coursing through Lena’s body as the gas pedal was hit.

SURPRISE! A double chapter feature! Enjoy Chapter Eight as well! 🥰

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ACOD| Chapter II

TW; SA & strong language

The dining area was suffocating her. It was huge for the number of people attending; there was only the King, Ellian, and Aria. There were more than 10 maids and servants sitting around the table, including Aria's maids.

After what seemed like a long while in silence, the king spoke, his voice cutting deep into Aria's ears that were still ringing. She winced and looked down on her plate that was filled with mashed potatoes and steak. Despite her being hungry, she couldn't stomach anything, and she felt her throat closing up even at the slight thought of eating.

"My son will marry you."

Aria looked up abruptly towards Ellian, her eyes wide. There was a side grin etched on his face that made Aria want to throw up. From the moment that she set foot in the palace she was dead, one way or the other.

"I talked with my father, I quite like you, and you are of royal descent," Ellian said calmly while cutting his steak slowly. When Aria didn't say anything back, he leaned forward and looked at her, his grin spreading to a diabolical smile.

"Be grateful you are pretty." He ran his fingers through his moonlit hair and chewed on his stake. Aria imagined her in the steak's place, his teeth crushing her and ripping her apart into shards of her former self.

"Thank you, my prince, my king" she choked out, the prince's voice echoing inside her ears. She knew better than to say anything more than a grateful thank you, she was lucky enough to have been spared.

"The wedding will happen tomorrow. I assume you have been well educated by your father in how to act." The king swallowed his piece of steak and smiled, remnants of the meat between his front teeth.

"I have no need for a good-for-nothing princess," he added and placed his fork and knife down next to his almost empty plate. Aria could hardly breathe, the meaty smell of the steak and the nauseating one of the red wine in front of her were making her gag. She could barely keep down the small bites she was eating, and she sighed in relief when the king stopped eating; it was her cue to stop her meal as well.

"Yes, I have been raised well by my father." Aria's mind traveled back to her muddy clothes and the knife scars along her body, then to her poor mother who had eventually died when she was only 4 years old. She could only remember her fiercely red hair and her mellow voice singing to her a lullaby when she had trouble sleeping.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I am very tired from my trip. I would like to go back to my room with my maids and get ready to sleep. After all, I need to wake up early for the wedding." Aria held her breath and didn't dare look at her future husband.

"Of course." The King also got up to leave and Aria bowed. She heard the prince scoff before taking off to her room.

❋

The skin around her neck was tender to the touch and there were purple bruises adorning it where the fingertips of the prince had touched her. Her heart was hammering inside her chest. She still hadn't taken off her gown, she couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror and mourning who she was about to become.

A knock on the door drew her from her thoughts and she threw her hair around her neck, not wanting her maids to see her this way.

"Come on in," she declared and was met with the cute face of her younger maid, Marina. Marina bowed and approached her quickly, her every step cheerful.

"Princess, everything worked out great!" she exclaimed, her face beaming. Her brown eyes were glowing, and Aria was sure she couldn't wait to explore Oceana the next day.

"Yes, it did," she trailed off, and sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing a handful of the velvet blanket.

"The prince is so handsome as well, aren't you so lucky!" she giggled and opened Aria's closet, looking through the neatly arranged gowns. On the far right, a long white dress, her wedding dress, was taunting Aria. She couldn't bear to look at it, so while Marina was searching for her night gown, Aria glued her eyes to the other side of the room.

"The prince let me know that you must wake up really early tomorrow, so I will have the bath ready as soon as you are up." Marina finally found her night gown and gently removed it from the closet, straightening it out with her small palms.

"That's fine, Marina. I can take it from here, go get some sleep." Aria took the gown from the girl's hands and smiled at her, meeting her eyes. The maid was way shorter than her, and she wondered how that tiny body of hers was filled with so much positivity and cheerfulness.

"Are you sure, princess? It's my pleasure to help you." Aria thought of the bruises around her neck, and she smiled bitterly to Marina.

"It's okay, Marina. Go rest, good night."

Marina bowed as she exited the room and Aria could finally breathe. She couldn't let her maids find out about the bruises, as that would raise questions. It was preferable she dressed alone.

As she started to untie her corset, she heard the silent creak of her door opening and closing.

"Marina, I told you, I don't-" Aria turned her head, expecting her maid's face, but she found herself looking deeply into forest green eyes.

"Hello there little doe," Ellian muttered and grabbed Aria's wrist before she had a chance to raise her hand to his chest and shove him away.

Aria backtracked and her eyes shone with fear. Her dress had come undone from the untying of the corset and was slipping off her shoulders, exposing her pale freckled skin. Ellian grinned as he locked the door of Aria's room, closing off her only escape. The room window was way too high for her to jump off of.

"I told you; you are not a princess." With two steps he stood a breath away from Aria, their lips dangerously close to one another. He grinned devilishly and instead of kissing her, he bit her neck, exactly where her bruises were.

Aria bit down on her lip as to not scream with pain, her teeth sinking in and drawing blood with his teeth and tongue left more purple bruises on her fair skin. Her eyes started to tear up, and her balled up fists were hitting his chest. To no avail, he wouldn't budge. Despite Aria being tall for a woman, he was even taller and broader, his strength was no match for hers.

Ellian took a small step back, licking his lips and grabbed both her wrists with his hands firmly, not allowing her to budge in the slightest.

"Do you taste as nice as your skin?" A cold shiver ran down Aria's spine and the blood left her face. Ellian tore her gown from her body, exposing her undergarments to his eyes only. Still having a hold of her wrists, she threw her on the bed and pinned her down. Aria started kicking him, trying to land a blow to at least make him lose his balance for a slight second, but it seemed he felt nothing.

"Such a soft body, you really are beautiful, little doe." Ellian grabbed both her wrists with one hand as he undressed with the other. Aria closed her eyes, trying not to look at him at all. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Ellian let go of her wrists and started groping her breasts forcefully to the point of pain. He had his whole body weight on top of her, not letting her escape from his grasp. He licked her soft stomach curve, making her suck in her breaths.

"A bastard princess, there is no way you are a virgin." He clutched her underwear and tore it off her body, throwing them to the floor in shambles. His eyes had darkened, and he kept on smiling as he looked at her, lying helpless and exposed.

"Please, don't," Aria cried out. There was no worse disrespect for a woman to have an intimate relationship outside of marriage. As she pleaded while he kept touching her body and squeezing her breasts, it dawned on her that that's what he had meant before. She was no princess, no future queen; she was just an object of his desires. A toy to play with every night, a doll he would fuck and then disregard.

With a violent shove he entered her, his palm on top of her mouth to silence her scream. Tears streamed down her eyes; with every move he made inside her it was more painful. She dug her nails on his forearm but was met with a hard slap. Her red hair was stuck on her neck and her face, and she was heaving for air.

"Little doe, you are so fucking tight" Ellian exclaimed, panting, and continued picking up his rhythm. Aria lay still, her eyes shut with such force it hurt and tried to think of a place where she was free. With every stroke he was growing larger inside her, so hard and so painful.

For a second, she remembered Zaya, her dear sister and how they would dream of the day they were married. They would sometimes overhear the senior maids talk about their love life with their husbands, and how nice it was to be intimate with them. They both had dreamt of their first time being slow and beautiful, sweet and with someone that treated them like queens. In their dreams, the man kissed their pain away and wiped their tears, kissed their lips, and touched their body as if they were frail little dolls. Something to protect, to treasure.

Ellian grunting and exiting her, a warm liquid sliding down her thighs brought her back from her daydream. She opened her eyes but didn't move. It hurt and she was afraid.

Aria slowly covered her bare breasts with her arms that had bruises from where he had kept her down. Ellian was looking intensely to where her intimate area was, and Aria slowly closed her legs and backtracked on the top of the bed trying to make herself as small as possible. Ellian didn't move and Aria followed his eyes to a bloody spot on the blanket.

"You...You were a virgin?" Ellian asked, his eyes wide. Aria nodded, too afraid to speak.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath and grabbed his clothes. He quickly dressed and unlocked the door. He tamed his silver hair and looked for a last time towards Aria, who was like a bewildered animal in front of headlights. She was studying his every move.

Once Ellian left, with much pain Aria sprinted to the door and locked it. She clutched her lower abdomen and took a few deep breaths.

"You're okay, you're fine" she kept muttering to herself as she put on her nightgown, trying to hide away her shameful body. She went to the bathroom quickly and began scratching herself with water and soap, she was dirty, dirtier than when she was thrown in mud.

She started to cry, but never once looked at herself in the mirror.

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BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ CHAPTER THREE

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Warnings for this Chapter: injuries, nudity

Please remember, that this story is rated 18+ and will contain suggestive smut/light smut in future chapters.

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: Uh.Oh...

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LINK TO SERIES MASTERLIST ǁ CHAPTER FOUR

"Good morning, Y/N. How are you today?" Will entered the bedroom with a tray in his hands and a smile on his face. "Morning. I feel way better, thank you." He placed the tray on the bed. "Great to hear that. Did your memory come back?" She shook her head, sadly, then started to dig into her breakfast. "Unfortunately not, no... I still have no clue who I am or where I come from." Will gently placed his hand on her forearm. "Don't worry. Your memory is going to come back. Just give yourself a bit more time." Y/N nodded and smiled at Will in return. But the smile wasn't a confident one. It was a sad one. It never reached her eyes... "I am feeling quite a bit... dirty, to be honest. My body hasn't seen a single drop of water in days... Maybe even weeks? I can't tell…" Y/N said cautiously, her cheeks turning red. "A-And now, that I have the permission to leave the bed again, I, uh, wanted to ask you, i-if it was possible for me to... w-wash myself?" Will's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded quickly. "Of course! I am going to prepare something for you."

Said and done. Will left the room for quite a while, before he returned with a big bowl, some towels and a jugful hot water. "Here you go." He put the bowl on the floor beside the bed; threw the towels over the chair and placed the jug carefully on the wooden chair. Y/N sat already on the edge of the bed, blanket disposed. "Be careful. The water is very hot." The Y/H/C haired woman gave the reverend a smile. "Thank you." Will nodded, "Call me, if you need anything. I am down the hall in my study." and left the bedroom, giving Y/N her privacy.

Y/N waited until the door fell into its hinges. Then she began to take off the remaining clothes, which covered her body. Once that was done, she poured some water into the big bowl and began to wash herself; got rid of all the dirt and mud on her skin. She sighed. It was such an enjoyable feeling to finally be clean again. The relaxing effect, the warm water had, caused her to sink deeply in thoughts. So deep, that she didn't hear the gentle knocks of Will on the other side of the door... "Y/N?" He got no answer. "Is everything alright in there?" Still no response. Without thinking further, Will opened the door - a mistake, like he found out just a few seconds later. Will's gaze landed immediately on Y/N. She had her back towards him, was seemingly completely lost in thoughts. That wouldn't have been a problem - if she had been wearing something - but she didn't. She was stark-naked, just how God made her. His oceanic blue eyes bored into the skin of Y/N's back. How her hands roamed through her damp hair, exposing in that way her shoulder blades, neck and the delicate outlines of her breasts. The reverend suddenly got deprived of his control in every way possible. He was powerless. Will's eyes travelled further down Y/N's body, over the soft curves of her waist, hips and bottom. Her bare, beautifully sculpted legs weren't any less hypnotising. The few water droplets, which ran teasingly down her thighs and calves caused Will's breath to hitch in his throat. He wasn't able to tear his eyes away - until reality hit him, slapped him right across his face. The reverend's eyes widened, as he realized what had just happened. The fresh clothes he held in his hands clattered to the ground, revealing his presence. Y/N flinched and reached quickly for a towel, before her head snapped towards the door. Will averted his gaze as fast as possible, looked to the ground instead. "P-Please forgive me, I-I-" He hastily rambled out an apology, before he stormed out of the door, hands uncontrollably shaking. What had he done?

Will stormed as fast as his legs carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen. The palm of his hands found the rough surface of his kitchen counter, as he searched for support. No, no, no! His mind was running a mile per hours, his thoughts spinning. He shouldn't have let that happen. Why didn't he think before he entered the room? Why didn't he leave straight away? He, a stranger, invaded the privacy of a woman he barely knew. This couldn't be right – no. It wasn't right. The reverend teared at his blonde-brown locks, pacing up and down the room. He desperately needed fresh air - and above that, he needed to get rid of that imagine inside his head. Will reached quickly for his coat, Pup watching his master confused from the sofa, as he stormed outside, shutting the wooden door rather loudly behind him.

The walk didn't really help him, so he went to the church, took a few deep breaths and sought refuge in his faith and in God. To his sheer relief, the referend found what he looked for. The troubled sea, what his mind had been, calmed finally down. Will had now only one thought left in his mind... To apologise to Y/N for his stupid and inappropriate behaviour. So, he left the church - in which he was very surprised that he didn't meet his dear friend Matthew, and went back home. His feet led him promptly up the stairs, straight to his bedroom. Will took a deep breath, then knocked carefully. Immediately, Y/N's voice sounded from the other side, asked him to come in. This time, the beautiful woman was - much to Will's relief, fully dressed and in bed again. "Hello..." The reverend spoke awkwardly. "I... I wanted to apologise. I am truly sorry, Y/N. I-I didn't do it on purpose. I know it was inappropriate and-" "Don't worry, Will. It's... alright. I am not angry with you." Y/N interrupted the vicar, smiling softly. Will blinked, looked at her unbelievably. "R-Really?" She nodded. "Yes. I bet you aren't the first man who saw me naked, so… Let's forget about it and we're fine." A shy smile spread across Will's face. "Alright, yes. Let's forget about it."

In that moment, the man of God was at peace with himself. But little did he know, that what happened that afternoon would lead him to a path of utter temptation…

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[nanobyting]

❛  have you been chasing me your whole life only to fail now ?  ❜

obviously your Bell and Adler

beautiful mirage. || the princess bride (accepting)

He knows her and doesn’t know her. She is his best friend and his worst enemy. She is both here and not. She is everything. She is nothing.

“Nothing?” She asks, amused as always. Her eyes always had a perpetual playful squint to them, constantly watching him to entertain herself. He never minded it. Doesn’t mind it. He wanted her attention as much as possible. As long as she was with him, everything felt right. The repeating numbers that echoed in his mind were muted with the chime of her voice - especially so when she sang.

She laughs. “That’s sweet, Cipher.”

He could listen to her laugh forever.

She laughs again and holds his hand so he can focus. “What do you mean that I’m nothing?”

He pictures her at the cliff side. Her short, dark brown hair flowing in the wind. Her body falling - The numbers buzz heavily in his head. 15 9 2 4 24 - He had her strapped to a chair. She would cry for him. They would inject her. WE’VE GOT A JOB TO DO -

“I know what he did to you,” he says, voice monotone, but his eyes were full of sorrow and so her expression softened. “You’re her. But not. Just like how I’m not him, but am.” It doesn’t make sense, and yet it makes perfect sense to the both of them. Only the two of them would understand. He knows she would have understood if she was really here.

“Are you saying I’m not real, Cipher?” she questions carefully, quietly.

“You’re real,” Cipher answers. “Realer than everything.”

It’s just that he was still in there. Deep inside him. No matter how much he didn’t want him to be. Russell Adler. And he’d say things - that this was wrong. That Bell was dead. That he had killed her. That this was just an illusion. The communists broke him and now he was making up a ghost for this false sense of regret and guilt when there was nothing to be guilty of.

Bell was -

( he found her. in that little jeep with her hand over her bleeding chest. her green eyes could only stare at him in confusion - then, a flash of a silent plea to save her. i don’t want to die, her eyes said. )

- the enemy.

She always had been. What came after never mattered. What they did to her was for the greater good. It was never personal. It was to ensure a better future. A future she was hell bent on destroying.

She -

( “whatever you want, i’d give it to you,” she said, pressing her body against his as her fingers clutched onto his shirt. her green eyes were wide and dilated. her face pressed against his shoulder and peeking up at him. she had him trapped against the wall. “i’d give you everything. my heart, my life, my soul - you just have to ask. why won’t you ask? ” )

was nothing.

Bell sighs and he leans towards her, gently placing his hands onto her hips - peering into those green eyes and wishing he could take her away from here. “Oh, if only,” she says, looking at him with pity. “More than anything, I wanted you to whisk me away - somewhere far away.” He wishes he could undo it all. “But Russell,” she murmurs and the name makes him twitch. Makes the hair on his skin stand and his teeth grind against each other. “You can’t separate yourself like that. You can’t blame my death on someone else as if it wasn’t you.”

“It isn’t me anymore,” he growls. “He died with you that day on that cliff.”

Cipher knows this. Russell Adler had snapped that day. Despite being the one to pull the trigger, the one to throw her body into the ocean instead of giving her a proper burial - he snapped. Threw himself into his work and desperately searched for Perseus. Tiring days and sleepless nights. Barely eating. He became reckless. 

Perseus found him instead.

And so Cipher was born.

Chasing after a ghost.

“Oh, Cipher,” she whispers and he strains to hear every breath that comes out of her. “Oh, Russell,” she says this time, reaching for his scarred cheek and his eyes close to focus on the warmth of her touch. How her thumb caresses each crease and ridge. “It doesn’t matter what you call yourself. What you did doesn’t even matter. Not to me.”

“How could it not matter?”

“None of it matters,” she says, drawing him closer and closer until her nose presses against his scarred cheek, “because I love you.”

Wise men say “only fools rush in.” But I can’t help falling in love with you.

“I told you, didn’t I?” She hums, swaying with him as the music plays. He never knows where it comes from, but she always enjoys it - and he never minds holding her close and dancing just like this.

Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling so it goes “some things are meant to be.”

“I’d do anything for you,” she confesses. She reveres him and yet it’s him who wants to fall to his knees in front of her and beg for forgiveness. “I’d give everything to you.” Miserere. Please. “And I did, didn’t I?”

Take my hand. Take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.

“Oh, Cipher,” she sighs and his grip tightens on her, “if only we had more time.”

( he pictures her at the cliff. the sun is hidden behind the clouds. it’s gloomy and grey. she’s smiling at him. she says something, but he can’t hear it. his hand is wrapped around his pistol. her hands are folded over her lap. he raises his gun and she - )

He gasps awake as if he’s forgotten to breathe. Gulping air into his lungs as he heaves and strains in his restraints. His eyes are wide and wild - searching the room as his ears ring.

“ - ler..! Adler!” 

Belatedly, he registers Mason in front of him, gripping his arms and holding him still against the metal chair. He coughs harshly, struggling to get his lungs in working order.

“It’s getting worse,” Mason growls, undoing the restraints on Adler’s wrists and legs. “You’re drifting further and further. If we keep doing this, I might not be able to pull you out. We have to stop - or at least take a damn break.”

His head is pounding and he needs a moment to get himself together. Mason glances to him, wrinkling his nose before he works on putting away their supplies.

“We’re almost there,” he finally says, making Mason stop to look at him. “We’re right fucking there. I can feel it.”

“You keep saying that,” Mason sighs, “what do you mean? What’s at the end of this? You work your way towards killing the Bell in your head?” 

Ding. His fingers flex around his arm rests and he stares past Mason.

“This isn’t working,” Mason continues as it stands behind him. “We have to come up with something else - ”

It smiles at him as Mason begins to pace around the room.

“ - we’re pushing your body too far - ”

It steps in front of him. He raises his gaze to its green eyes.

“ - and we’re working with practically nothing.”

“Oh,” it laughs softly, “have you been chasing me your whole life only to fail now?”

“You’re going to die at this rate, Adler.”

#efingart #my writing #russell adler #bell #adlerbell #point of no return (side b) #hehe thank u e #yes this is point of no return spoilers but you dont even know the context or what's happening HAHAHA #this seems like such a mess but i rode the wave okay #i needed to get out whatever i could before it just vanished #anyway WHEE i wish people explored more abt adler's time while he was brainwashed #when he was cipher 😭 #this isn't going to be in point of no return but u can believe it happened #don't worry there'll be other cipherbell moments #and mason and adler doing diy at-home deprogramming in a storage unit with over the counter drugs SIHGSDG #ANYWAY THANKS E FOR GIVING ME A PROMPT

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter 6 - Personal Business (pt 1)

Sorry, no sneak peek bc I was away from the weekend. I'm gonna include a link here and pt 2 will be posted tomorrow!

13 BBY Nar Shadda 

“Myren…” I look dubiously at the clothing bag. “You’re sure this is a different suit?”

I trust Myren’s fashion implicitly, mostly because she has a sense of fashion, and I don’t. But I cannot see the difference between this suit and yesterdays. Not to mention the day before that. The disappointed look on Myren’s face tells me that is no fault of the suit.

“Commander,” she pauses what she’s doing and faces me. “How many clothes do you own?”

I look off. “Well, two bodysuits, civvies, and a uniform. And now the suit you bought for me on Naboo.” The urge to defend myself sticks in my throat. After all, not many people own two bodysuits. You have to keep one clean at all times, given the fact we wear these things every day.

Myren nods. “I see.” She sighs. “Yes, it’s a different suit.”

I take her word on the matter and get dressed. Different or not, I do think I’m getting used to wearing clothing that would restrict my movement on a battlefield. I still don’t have to enjoy it.

I do however enjoy the slight blush on Myren’s face when I return to the room. And I am thankfully to see the dress she’s wearing is a different color. She is beautiful.

“Ready?” I ask and offer my arm. It’s awkward, I assume. I can feel the rest of the team staring. They can stare all they want.

“Yes,” Myren agrees.

“You’re beautiful by the way.” I can’t look her in the eyes when I say it. Someday, maybe.

I can however see the faint blush on her face from the corner of my eye.

“Thank you.”

With a deep breath, I attempt not to think about the comments that will be made later and lead her down stairs. We landed here three days ago. It’s harks back to a time I’ve almost forgotten, sneaking around undercover and trying to gather information. I never was good at being covert, but there’s high stakes.

And there’s high stakes sabbac, which I have to win today or else. My only two opponents left are Jabba and Molto Shore. Stopping future terrorist attacks will depend on whether Shore or I come out on top.

At least the one thing I have mastered is keeping my cool under pressure. We walk to the gambling floor. There’s plenty of spectators. I let Myren go, she probably won’t stay long today. It’s been nice to have her there, mostly because having her around is in many ways a nice distraction from the weight currently set on my shoulders.

I did win the ship wide Sabbac game, so I’m also partly to blame for throwing my lot in for this. The universe will be a better place if I win, though. And—I try not to smirk at the thought—we could buy so many weapons with the winnings. The pot is already millions.

Myren vanishes into a crowd. I take my seat. My team is with me. They make for some impressive bodyguards. I know they have my back, so there’s nothing to worry about. Nothing except the game of course.

Molto Shore isn’t my favorite person. I actually despise him, mostly because of how much trouble he’s gone to already and what he’s involved in. Terrorism is nothing light. But for now, I have to smile.

To everyone here at this table I’m Rinn, a former clone trooper who took up arms dealing after the war. Believable story, and not too far-fetched given my own disposition toward weapons. Beautiful things. Beautiful and deadly.

Here in the underbelly of the universe on the backstreets of Nar Shadda, deadly gets you places. So, I flash my deadliest smile at Shore, and let the game begin.

#

20 BBY Abandoned Outpost

“There.”

I wince as Shave finishes the injection. Bevik is already here with his helmet in his hands. He looks afraid to breathe, but clearly, it’s safe.

“How the heck does this work?” Aftermath asks. He’s messing with the medical instruments despite clear instruction to touch nothing.

Shave throws the empty injector at him, and Aftermath dodges it. It rattles onto a tray The medic glares at Aftermath. “It’s a neutralization agent what more do I need to explain?”

“Yeah but it’s not like the air is in the bloodstream.”

“This kills it off, okay? Just don’t worry about it.” Shave huffs. “Kian take you helmet off.”

“Sir yes sir,” I mutter and remove my helmet.

Aftermath snickers.

My face doesn’t burn near as bad here. Actually it’s been numb for a while along with my arm, which Shave already mostly treated. A wrenched shoulder and several fractures in my wrist. Nothing a little bacta and splints couldn’t heal.

As I look up at Shave, who also isn’t wearing his helmet now—he apparently tested the first batch of neutralizing agent on himself—I see him grimace. “You’re gonna need a real medbay for that,” he says and reaches for my head.

I close both eyes as the tape and gauze peels off. Now it hurts like hell.

“Aftermath, grab me a painkiller!”

“Thought I wasn’t supposed to touch anything.”

“I will stab you extra hard next time you need shots.”

“Coming,” Aftermath’s tone implies he’s rolling his eyes. In a few moments there’s a sting on my neck and after the briefest burning my skin is tingling and numb again.

“I’m going to clean this off and rebandage it,” Shave says. “Arm too, and then we’ll just have to wait until we get picked up.”

“Did we figure that out?” Bevik asks.

“Mer’en isn’t back, so I’m guessing now.” Aftermath comes and stands beside me. He puts out his hand. I blink sideways at him and take it and I realize why as soon as Shave touches my face with the cleaning spray. It burns worse than the acid. My hand clenches.

Aftermath squeezes my fingers. The burning subsides but I keep up the tight grip until all the bandages are applied.

“That should keep it all covered,” Shave helps me sit up. I glance at Aftermath and he just nods. It’s all the thanks he needs.

I lean forward and Bevik hops down to come over there. “Well, seeing as we’re going to be stuck here a while, shouldn’t we at least make something of it?”

“We need to stay alert in case of Clankers,” Shave reminds him.

“We are going to stay alert,” Bevik smirks. “What’s more alert than betting?”

“No!” Aftermath shoves over and sticks a finger in Bevik’s face. “I am not betting against you anymore! You cheat, and you steal and I always get stuck cleaning refreshers!”

Bevik laughs. I lean around Aftermath and cock an eyebrow at him. This is a horrible idea, but all my senses feel a little dull after the painkiller. I turn to Bevik. “What kind of betting?”

“Sabbac?”

I grin. “I’ll play.”

“You are making a mistake,” Aftermath tells me.

Shave laughs. “Not me, I’m out. You two can have fun.”

“C’mon!” I turn to Shave. “It’s no fun with only two people.”

“Nope.” Medic lifts his hands. “I owe too many rounds of beer to Bevik already.”

“And you’re gonna make good on that!” Bevik calls out. I laugh. Maybe I’m just loopy but I laugh anyway.

“Okay, so maybe not sabbac,” I offer. “How about Dejark?”

“You’re on!” Bevik slaps me on the back. “What’s the bet?”

I eye him cautiously. It’s always important to size up the other player. Aftermath says Bevik cheats, but everyone who’s a sore loser says that. Bevik is like me. He plays a good game, and he plays it well.

Take that Hook.

I blink at the thought and realize Bevik is still waiting for my answer. My head is too fuzzy to think of anything good so I hop down and just shrug. “How about a round of beers?”

“Perfect.” Bevik hooks his thumbs in his belt. “Three games. Winner buys the other guy drinks.”

“You’re on, vode.” Read on AO3 ->

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[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2 back again. I know this has been a faster set of updates from me this week because I had time last weekend to write a lot. I’m starting to come to the end of that stockpile and I have a very stressful 2-3 weeks coming up at work, so I promise I am not going anywhere, just know I may only be popping up every few days or so.

Kind Anon had suggested a fic about the first time she came to visit him in Paris, which made me think of the last time she came to “visit,” if you will (i.e. when they finally were able to move in together). Hope you all like this one. As always your comments, criticism, and prompts are appreciated. Seriously. It means the world to me to read all of your kind words everyone. ❤️

She took a deep breath as the train pulled into the station. It wasn’t that she was nervous, although she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to feeling a little anxious about today and about the future, but the reason her stomach tied in knots was that she was excited. Today was the first day of the rest of her life, and she was so impatient for it to begin.

She struggled to remove her heavy bag from the luggage compartment of the train when it had finally come to a stop, and was grateful when a kind young man came over to help.

“Thank you,” she acknowledged the stranger’s kindness with a smile when the two of them had finally managed to get it out of the holding area.

“No problem. Do you need me to carry it down for you? Maybe I can make sure you get to your destination okay? Wouldn’t want a lovely lady like you to hurt yourself with something like this,” the man tried to flirt, shamelessly.

“I’m good, thank you. Knowing my partner, he’s made his way on to the platform and will be looking for me, probably fight me to take it down himself, but thank you though,” she rejected kindly, but firmly, every inch of her heart conquered by a brunette with bright blue eyes, a wide, charming toothy smile, strong, muscular arms, and a heart of gold.

“Oh, sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed -“

“It’s okay. We’re moving in together today. That’s why this is so heavy, anything I haven’t slowly brought with me on my visits from the past couple of months that I’m bringing with me is in here.”

“Well, I wish you two all the best.”

“Thank you. Better luck next time,” she winked before hopping down off the train, pulling the bag behind her.

She only had to look around briefly to spot him, the sun filtering in through the ceiling, shining on him like a spotlight, holding a homemade sign that read “Welcome home” and bouquet of flowers he clearly bought in a market on his way over, a grin she was sure was large enough to see from space.

In that moment she didn’t care about the fact they were in a busy train station, all the people around them, propriety and decorum. No one knew them here, in this City of Light, big enough that they were truly anonymous here, free to be themselves, openly unabashedly, without reproach, judgement, whispers, rumors. So she took off running towards him, the heavy bag doing little to damper her spirits or her stride even as it was trailing along behind her. Slowing down only a little when she approached him, so as not to hurt him too badly on impact, she proceed to jump into his arms, legs wrapping firmly around his hips as she felt his arms quickly settle under her bottom to hold her.

“Hi, chérie,” he greeted, before leaning in to steal a quick peck before he carefully helped settle her back down on her feet.

Reaching out to grab her bag with one hand and his hand with her other, she could hardly contain herself when she commanded him to, “take me home.”

“Yes, madame,” he teased with a wink as he helped free her of the suitcase like the gentleman he is as they walked towards the nearest metro stop. “My goodness, chérie, what’s in here?”

She laughed loudly at that, “anything that isn’t already here or in Touquet.” She leaned in to naughtily whisper “careful, I have more than a few delicates in there.”

He let out a small moan at the mental picture, “I’m going to hold that thought until we get home.”

“You better. I’m expecting us to break the place in this weekend.”

“Brigitte,” he whined, his control starting to slip.

“I’ll behave. I promise,” she said in such a way he didn’t believe her for one moment.

Finally they had made it back to his their apartment, and now that they were standing in front of the door, he was starting to feel self-conscious. It’s not as if she didn’t know what the place looked like, hadn’t been intimately involved in picking it out because it was always going to be one day her place too, but he knew standing there, with a small apartment he could only afford to buy with a loan from one of his father figures, it was nothing compared to the house she was leaving in Amiens, the house she owned in Touquet, all these places that offer her more space, more prestige, just more everything, which was what a woman as remarkable as she is deserves.

“What is it?” She asked, picking up on his hesitation as he had yet to put the key in the lock.

“I just feel like this apartment isn’t worthy of you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked sincerely, non-judgementally, trying to figure out where this was coming from.

“You deserve the world, Brigitte. The finest silks, and wine, and caviar, and clothes, and homes and I’m just a broke civil servant who hasn’t made anything of himself -“

“Yet. You hadn’t done anything yet because you’re young, Emmanuel. Just out of University and Grad School. I know you. I know your brain and your heart, your drive and your passion, your stubbornness and your charm. You are going to be someone great one day. Trust me, everyone in this country is one day going to know your name. And it is going to be my honor and my privilege to stand beside you and help you on that journey.

“In terms of this beautiful apartment -“

“It’s not -“

“It is beautiful, Emmanuel. It’s beautiful because it’s our home. Our first home together. Do you know how many years I’ve laid awake at night thinking about this moment, how many lunch breaks I should have been grading papers and have been instead daydreaming about this moment, how many mornings I woke in my bed in Amiens sad to realize I was only dreaming about this moment and was not, in fact, waking up in bed next to you?”

“I‘ve thought about it too. Every single day.”

“I don’t care what I deserve. In fact, if I were to listen to some people, I don’t even deserve this place. I care about what I want.

“I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep with you beside me every night. I want to trade stories about our day at the dinner table after I cook and before you clean the dishes. I want us to argue over whose turn it is to take the trash out, and what to watch on TV on a Monday night, and where we’re going to go for date night.

“I want you. All of you.”

He nodded, beyond moved by the sheer depth of feeling he had once again just looking and listening to this remarkable woman who somehow fell in love with him. He slipped the key into the door and swung it open.

Carefully, he reached down to pick her up in his arms again, to carry her over the threshold, delighting in the melodic laugh she left trailing behind her at his antics.

“Go bring the bag inside so no one takes it, and then come meet me in our bedroom,” she leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips as she slipped out of his grasp, stepping confidently, into her happy ever after.

Hellooooo, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

We will miss you but we will also understand that you are busy! We will anxiously wait here for you whenever you can come back. Hope all goes well at work 🤞🏻❤️

Aaaaw what an adorable piece 🤧🥰

The guy flirting with Brigitte hahahaha “better luck next time”, oh the sassiness of this Queen 😂 Brigitte running to Manu like an adolescent in love, oh my heart 🤧😍

Their home 🥺 And Manu fearing it wasn’t enough and that, somehow, he wasn’t enough either. Oh my sweet child 🤧 (This makes me think they will have to buy a new house when they leave the Élysée. I keep thinking more and more about this!).

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

[hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink]

Tacenda - Chapter 8 Snippet

Eleanor smiles as she makes her way towards the astronomy classroom. She feels great, she’s on her way to her favourite class, she’ll probably get to sit and compare magical and muggle astronomy with Hermione, her friends are happy and she’s going to eat ice cream for desert later.

The world is good.

She’s literally humming to herself as she rounds the corner into the astronomy corridor. Nothing could ruin today… or so she thinks.

As she turns the corner she sees Theo leaning against the doorframe to the classroom, he’s got a brooding, bored expression as Millicent Bulstrode stares up at him with a ridiculous pout, batting her eyelashes.

Great, Eleanor thinks, not only does she have to watch pathetic flirting, but she’s the only other person here at the moment meaning she’s probably going to be the target of some muggle born insults.

Eleanor takes a deep breath as she slowly starts to move forward. She could circle back around but by the time she gets back she’d probably be late for class.

“I think it’s just so romantic.” Millicent tells Theo in a sickly-sweet voice. It makes Eleanor want to vomit. “Staring at the stars and figuring out the future.”

The future? Does she think they’re studying astrology?

“That’s astrology Millie, not astronomy.” Theo tells her, his tone exasperated.

Millicent frowns up at him. “They’re the same thing Theo.”

Theo closes his eyes as if trying to gather strength. “They’re really not.”

Millicent shrugs her shoulders stepping towards Theo, she lifts her hands and runs his tie through her fingers. “Oh. Then how about you tell me all about it? You can punish me if I get it wrong.”

Eleanor can’t stop the choking noise she makes. She’s just so shocked, repulsed, creeped out, all of the above by what she’s just witnessed it slipped out without permission.

Theo raises his eyes to her lazily as Millicent spins on her heels shooting daggers her way. Her lips pull into a nasty smirk as she spots Eleanor.

“Look Theo a mudblood is judging us, how endearing it thinks it can have an opinion on its superiors.” Millicent sniggers.

Theo continues to stare at Eleanor, his eyes darkening slightly with what appears to be hatred.

Eleanor locks her jaw. She’s annoyed at Millicent’s attitude, but Theo was acting civil to her the other day and now he’s around another snobby Slytherin he’s back to belittling her, and that more than pisses her off.

“That’s rich.” Eleanor laughs harshly glaring at Millicent. “Aren’t you a half-blood? Yet there you are pretending to be what you deem better.”

Millicent’s eyes narrow and Eleanor swears she lets out a low hiss. Eleanor thinks Theo’s lips might have twitched for a second.

“How dare you, you filthy mudblood. I still have pure-blood roots, I still have magical blood in my veins, which is a lot more than you can say.” She spits.

Eleanor raises her eyebrow at Millicent incredulously. “Then how am I here?”

“Because you stole magic like the filth you are.”

“Right.” Eleanor says patronisingly. “Because that’s how it works. I do forget the intellect level of your sort.”

“My sort?” Millicent shrieks.

“Mmm.” Eleanor hums thoughtfully. “You know the thinks they’re better than everyone else because of their name and interfamilial relations.”

Millicent pauses staring at Eleanor in confusion. It was obvious she was lost and Eleanor has to stop herself from laughing. She knew Millicent was thick, but she didn’t know how thick.

Millicent crosses her arms across her chest, a sneer spreading over her face.

“I don’t know what you think, but I do know that naturally we are superior to you in every way. There is nothing a mudblood can do that a pure-blood can’t. Yet the same can’t be a said the other way around.”

“A microwave.” Eleanor says simply.

“What?” Millicent snaps with a frown.

“A muggle, and a simple muggle-born such as myself, can use a microwave. Yet it appears you don’t even know what one is. Though for some reason I get the impression you don’t know much really.” Eleanor says condescendingly.

Millicent loses it at that, Eleanor isn’t sure if it’s because she mentioned the disgustingly muggle microwave or said Millicent was thick, but either way her teeth are ground, her face bright red and she’s just pulled her wand out.

“I’m going to show you who’s superior you filthy mudblood.” Millicent barks taking a step towards Eleanor.

Eleanor instantly reaches for her own wand, drawing it ready to quickly attack or defend. She doesn’t mind which really, when Theo steps in between them placing a hand on Millicent’s shoulder.

“I think this has gone far enough.” He says firmly.

Millicent gives him an incredulous look. “Excuse me?” She says through gritted teeth.

Yeah, what? Eleanor thinks.

“It’s all fun hurling insults but if you start throwing spells you’re going to draw attention.” He states.

“She insulted us Theo.” Millicent growls.

“No, she insulted you and you walked into it. Look, Millie, lessons are going to start soon and unless you want to be sent to detention, again, you’d better move.” Theo tells her.

Millicent’s mood suddenly changes, her face becomes ridiculously pouty again and she makes her eyes appear large and sad as she stares up at Theo. She even bends one knee and presses her arms together to make her chest seem larger.

Ew.

“But we were organising our teaching session.” She says in a tone that reminds Eleanor of a sleep deprived three-year-old. She thinks it’s meant to be sexy but it’s pretty much the opposite.

“I haven’t got time.” Theo tells her. “Ask Professor Sinistra if you’re interested.”

Eleanor almost snorts, she doesn’t know what’s funnier. Theo brushing Millicent off or Millicent’s face at being brushed off.

“Theo.” She exclaims sulkily.

“What?” Theo says with a shrug.

“I swear to Merlin Theo. You’ve just lost out on a great night because of a mudblood.” She hisses, jabbing her finger in his direction. Flicking her long black hair behind her as she marches furiously down the corridor.

Eleanor watches her go in amusement.

When she turns around Theo is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at her.

“What?” She asks defensively. Theo raises his eyebrows at her.

“I was expecting ‘thank you’.” He responds.

“Thank you?” Eleanor asks in shock.

Theo grins at her. “You’re welcome.”

Eleanor almost chokes on air. “Thank you for what exactly?”

“For stopping Millie from attacking you obviously.” He tells her calmly.

Eleanor’s jaw drops as she stares at Theo in stunned silence. Did the prick really think that he saved her? That she couldn’t take Millicent out if it came down to a duel?

“You did not save me.” Eleanor says repulsed at the idea.

“Did I or did I not stop her from casting a curse, hex or other unpleasant spell at you?”

“No, you told her not to get into trouble over someone like me!”

“If that’s what you want to believe.”

“That’s what I heard.”

Theo shakes his head. “You Gryffindors hear and see what you want to.” He mutters turning around to face the classroom door again.

“What the fuck does that mean?” She asks her voice getting higher.

“Fuck is it?” Theo says humorously. “It’s getting serious now.”

“Oh piss off. You’re just trying to wind me up.”

Theo gives her a sly glance over his shoulder. “Is it working?”

“Piss off.” She hisses again before leaning back against the wall, she can hear Theo chuckle in front of her, which makes her scowl deepen even more.

Insufferable prick.

Thankfully it’s at that moment Blaise Zabini turns up, something she never thought she’d be so grateful for.

He gives them a curious look as he approaches, Eleanor glaring at the floor in anger and Theo chuckling in amusement to himself.

“Alright Blaise?” Theo says happily.

Blaise nods sending another curious look in Eleanor’s direction. “Yeah, I’ve just passed Mill and she looks furious. What did you do this time?”

Theo rolls his eyes. “Why is it always my fault?” He asks.

“Was it not?” Blaise asks.

Eleanor almost smiles at how he’s talking to Theo, as though reprimanding him. Whilst it’s not what he should be getting told off for she can’t deny it doesn’t make her at least a little bit giddy.

“Shut up.” Theo snaps moodily.

Blaise shoots him a small smile, falling silent once more.

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[shethinks2much]

New Year, Better Me

New Years is a time when people reflect on the past and make hopes for the future. We make resolutions and swear by the "new year, new me" mantra. These big expectations are usually met with disappointment because we aren't achieving the goals we set for ourselves. How can we solve this never-ending problem? We change the narrative.

I know the feeling all too well. I make a list of all the things I want to change about myself, and when I make one mistake, I say "whoops! Guess I'll try again next year." Again and again this method has proved itself to be ineffective and for years I kept asking myself why it just wasn't working. I realized recently that I was trying to change my whole life in a matter of minutes. The second the clock hits midnight, I was a "new person" stripped of all the guilt, shame, and bad habits of the previous year. Not fully taking into account that "last year" was 30 seconds ago.

This isn't going to be a lengthy post. I just wanted to remind myself and all of you that it is okay if you couldn't let go of every little thing that bothered you in 2023. If you aren't a "new you" yet, that's fine, take a deep breath. We shouldn't strive to change who we are every year, it's exhausting. What I recommend and what I'm currently working on, is loving yourself unconditionally. There is no harm in wanting to improve your lifestyle, that's actually an act of self-care but take it one day at a time. If you take time to reflect and make small achievable goals, they will add up and you'll start to see the results you've been working towards.

This new year I am manifesting more life, new experiences, and good health. May all of your hopes and dreams for 2024 come true.

Yours Truly,

The Thoughtful Femme

#self improvement #new year #self love #blog

[500days-of-autumn]

2:16 pm, 12th of july '23

Last night, I finally read the au that all my friends have been suggesting to me: Exile. I was told that it is a very heart-wrenching story and that I should prepare myself for the sadness I'm about to feel.

I wonder what could've hurt me more when I just finished reading a Land Meets Sky, a story that made my heart feel sadness, contentment, and loved --- all at the same time.

Funny enough, I was wrong.

Exile made me bawl inside my room at around 1 am just as I was starting it. It felt so familiar.

Ji had always wanted nothing but a future with Suk. Suk or nothing, actually. And for years, he had built this idea that the dream is Suk. I was also like Ji.

But the thing is, Suk had always aspired for more. Dreams include the future with Ji, but at the same time, his dreams aren't just Ji. And this difference between Suk and Ji made me realize that sometimes, even if we tried to make things work for the betterment of both parties, it is still better to go on our own.

I kept asking myself: Who really is in the fault here? Was it Ji whose only wish was assurance from Suk? Or was it Suk who took huge efforts just to give Ji his dream wedding?

The thing with life is that sometimes the blame isn't with the people involved, but with what was really destined with us. This was what made me cry heavily last night; both Ji and Suk blaming themselves, but constantly reassuring the other that they shouldn't do so.

Sigh.

Recalling Exile in my mind makes my chest feel constrained, like I couldn't breathe. I would've never survived seeing the person I love the most walk away from me, on our wedding day, with his eyes emotionless from everything that happened.

I resonate with Ji a lot. I keep thinking what it must've felt for Ji seeing Suk walk away while he was so excited to see him walk towards him. What hurts more is Ji turning his back from the door and slightly peeking to see if Suk has come back.

He hoped. And that sucks more because he was holding on to that tiny little piece of hope that maybe, Suk will change his mind. But could you blame Suk though?

Suk was tired. Even on their wedding day, their friend saw in his own eyes that he was tired. Just like what they say, the eyes never lie. As he approached the altar and Ji, his eyes showed nothing because he was already drained.

Isn't it ironic how our main source of energy and happiness can someday be the one who drains us out? In just a snap, all because his feet led him walking towards the front door, a home suddenly turned into a house, and the vows remained never promised to the other.

The ending of Exile was bittersweet, but heavy on the bitter. It's Ji finding the sparkle in Suk's eyes, even more glittery than when they were together, at the time that Suk announced that he's getting married again.

And again, I couldn't fathom what must've been in Ji's mind that exact moment. What could hurt you more than realizing you're just someone's life lesson, someone's cause of character development?

And Suk may have been happy with someone now, but Ji was still in that same apartment where memories of them in love with each other are still buried deep in the walls.

It's like seeing every corner and the only thing you can think about is the love that was once shared in those spots. Everything screams about him.

And for Ji, that was enough.

#exile #exile au #sukhoon au

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Being A Mompreneur – I am a Mompreneur and I am proud of it!

Wikipedia defines a Mompreneur as a female business owner juggling the role of mom and the role of entrepreneur.

However, I like this definition better.

"A superhero who raises her children while starting a business" I am a MOMpreneur - I do introduce myself in that way with pride.

Business leaders who have achieved success frequently cite their mothers as their greatest influences. My son, however, has served as my greatest source of inspiration. Being a mompreneur is similar to juggling two demanding endeavors. Even though it sounds cliché, both commitments require 24 hours a day, 7 days a week attention and a lot of persistence and patience.

My inner child has been reawakened as I spend more time with my toddler. I've started making risky choices, developed a fearless exploration style, increased my creativity, and am definitely more optimistic. I am more content, happier, and I frequently give myself small victories as rewards. I must admit that rewarding people is a useful tool that works well with adults. One of the best decisions I've ever made was to start a business as a mom, and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. With all of its highs and lows, I honor it. I am happy and grateful of the miracles my life has experienced as a result of trusting the vision that God gave me.

By simply sitting still and doing nothing, one cannot ascend. You can only succeed if you get up from your seat, work tirelessly, and show complete dedication to your dreams.

There isn't a "magic pill" that magically transports you from the confinement of your cubicle to the unlimited world of entrepreneurship.

Starting your own business is more difficult than it appears. I needed a lot of mental strength to make such a significant life decision. Not only does your heart have questions, but so does your brain: "I have a son attending the best school," "What if I don't get a job for three months?" Is it possible for me to provide for my family? Will I be able to take care of my son? And I was very emotionally scarred by these questions, day and night. The stakes are indeed high because your achievements and misadventures have an impact on not only you but also your entire family and the people you travel with. Not only Mayson, but also my partner and family supported me as I worked toward and achieved my goal. They had faith in my ability to accomplish my goals.

Each challenge I currently face serves as a greater opportunity to discover my true strength and power.

Since I have a strong belief in God and have always believed in my ability to work hard, be resilient, and persevere, it is possible. Those who put their trust in God and do so will eventually recognize his hand at work in all things.

I have always believed that YOU are the only person who can truly care about your dreams. Every time I see my son's face, even in the midst of the chaos and exhaustion, he reminds me to take a chance for my better future.

Being a mom entrepreneur requires accepting a significant amount of responsibility, both personally and professionally.

When you launch your own business, you have a thousand thoughts racing through your head.

 You must make the conditions perfect because they are never ideal. It's the life I choose for myself because no one forced me to become a MOM Entrepreneur. It won't be resolved for me by anybody else. I used to always encourage and comfort myself by taking a deep breath and trying again because every failure contains hidden opportunities. And my failures helped me learn valuable life lessons.

I now have my own "BOSS." If I could do it, you certainly can too!