#i gotta go to bed i need to cease thinking-

[ying-doodles]

my brain is running a million miles a minute rn

help

#ying rambles #let me try to just spew out my ideas in here so i'm not making so many individual posts #uh let's see #i wanna make an underwater version of void ying (my main sona rn) #where instead of having stars all over there's little fish? and they're wearing a clear raincoat and boots #i wanna draw myself in little outfits again (like those old wardrobe memes that are like pjs casual formal etc) #i need to actually sit down and draw new pfps for main and spam cause i'm tired of my current ones #it seems like the reverse absolutes are winning the poll so i have to come up with an archangel javier design (not that hard actually) #but i want to try to draw his rainbow wings in that piece?? maybe?? #and then there's the turnaround i just talked about that i have to figure out #cause that's like what. 4 frames if we keep it simple (front left back right). or 8 if we do quarter turns (so many angles..)?? #and then there's the drifting closer comic that's in second place in the poll #i have a vague idea of what i want it to look like but i need to sit down and sketch it to actually figure it out #and then at some point i need to figure out what the fck i'm drawing for the tged zine #cause i don't actually know what i'm gonna do yet (but i have until june to think on it i guess) #and. and... #... i think that's everything? #no there's still a lot of other stuff i wanna do but these tags are so long by now.. #if you read them all uh good on you i guess? #i gotta go to bed i need to cease thinking-

[moralesluvr]

ok but being friends w benefits with miguel wouldn’t even work out because you’d fall in love—yes, you’d fall first. but he fell harder, the passionate sex didn’t help either because when when you got on top to ride him for the first time, he lost his shit mid round and threw you off him (and the helped you up of course <3)

this is nothing but facts…like the idea of being fwbs came up at work one day because you noticed he had this pent up steam he could never quite get rid of, plus he was attractive and so were you, no issue there right?

but the first time miguel touched you he was gentle with you, really caring and that shocked you because it was so contrast to his normal demeanor. something about the way he kissed your neck, the way his fingers curled within you, the way his mouth worked skillfully to work inside your tight walls, he was gentle all the way and it started to play on your heartstrings.

the first couple of hookups were solely about you. no matter how much you whined and cried for it, miguel wouldn’t have himself inside of you until he had worked you up to it, because although this was supposed to be just sloppy hookups when the both of you felt like it, he still cared about you, so he didn’t want to just rip you in half quite yet.

“gotta train you for it.” he’d tell you as his tongue lapped at your puffy clit, the same one he’d been toying with for literal hours. and every time you’d think about stopping…he’d grab a tight hold on your thighs, dragging you closer to him.

he knew he couldn’t keep doing this with you when you were completely nude on top of him, pretty cunt swallowing his length in its entirety as his hands took home on your hips. he cocked his head to the side, “okay, you’re g’na—“

you don’t even know what he was going to tell you, but your hands find his shoulders as you lift yourself off of his cock before slamming back down, repeating the motion at a slow, passionate pace, and miguel looked at you through half-lidded eyes, mouth unable to form words at how good you felt around him.

although he wanted so much more. he sunk his claws in the flesh of your hips, making you gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure. he feeds off of your reaction, cock prodding at your deepest spots as he held you steady with one hand, other hand coming to rub your sensitive clit, pussy clenching around miguel’s thick cock tightly as pesky tears soared down your cheeks.

“t-too much.” you whimper out, but his movements don’t cease, hips rutting into your cunt as he whispers, “you take it, slut.”

the degrading nickname makes your mind go blank as you fall into miguel’s chest, arms around his neck as you whispered into his ear, broken sobs accenting your words, “mig- miguel…’m g’na..”

“cum? no, not yet… shit- sweetheart, you’re gonna cum when i say to.”

you whine at that, a thick coil of pleasure bubbling in your lower abdomen as you relish in the feeling of fullness that miguel gives you, eyes fluttering closed as you feel nothing but heat all over you, skin burning with need.

miguel picks up on this and he kisses your check as he fucks into you, “h-hold it…”

it takes you a minute to realize what he wants, but it’s for you to cum with him, and you comply to his request as his thrusts become sloppier, dick twitching inside of you as you let go, his fingers rubbing your clit messily as your juices coat his chest, his own cum shooting inside of you, painting your walls a milky white.

you started to lay limp on top of him but his hands find your waist, tossing you over onto the other side of the bed. you perk up, and look at him with an inquisitive expression, “miguel?”

“sorry, just…” he whispered, “i don’t want to do this anymore.”

you frowned. “w-why? did i do something? i mean, whatever it is i can probably—“

“no.” he cut you off, eyes still boring into the wall, trying his best not to look at you. he looks down at his hands and then sighs, “i think i’m falling in love with you.”

it’s such a shock to you. you watch as he moves over to you, picking you up swiftly as you both sit back on his bed. he pulls you on top of him, chest to chest, forehead to forehead. “i’m sorry— for…um…throwing you off of me. it isn’t you, promise. i just….i don’t like…this feeling.”

“what, you don’t like the idea of having sex with your girlfriend instead of your co-worker who brings you coffee in the morning?” you giggle, and he laughs with you, a small, content laugh.

“no, no…i’m okay with that.”

#💌 — 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 #IM SO SORRY I ACTUALLY WENT CRAZY ON THIS #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara

[satorusluver]

Dilf!Toji x college student!reader

Word count: 800 ish

Tags: smut (MDNI), slight fluff, fem reader, age difference, p in v, mating press, doggy style, mild degradation

A/N: I can't get dilf college au Toji out of my mind so....

Although it had been a couple of years since his wife died, Toji hadn't had the time to date. He was too busy balancing his work and single fatherhood, especially now that he was going back to school. Instead, he settled for the occasional dating app hookup to get his needs met. Until he met you.

You had to be what, ten, twelve years his junior? But you were a pretty little thing, and no matter how much you tried to hide it, you practically drooled over your older dilf classmate. Toji didn't miss the way you eyed him every time he walked into class, or how easily you would get flustered with just a bit of flirting on his part. Toji didn't have time to date, no, but that didn't mean the two of you couldn't come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.

After all, Megumi often needed a babysitter on nights Toji worked overtime. Toji was quite up front with you about it -you watch his son for a couple of hours until he got home from work, and in return Toji would reward you with a crisp twenty and by folding you in half like a lawn chair on his bed and pounding your cervix with the fat, precum-dripping head of his eight inch dick until you soaked his sheets with your cum.

"Oh, fuck, To-oji!" you cry, your orgasm rocking through you as your messy cunt squirted all over Toji's wide girth. He loved seeing you like this, your knees against your chest and your eyes rolled back in bliss as he fucked you completely dumb on his cock. And Toji, well, he had quite the mouth on him in the heat of the moment, something which he'd warned you about ahead of time.

"Atta girl, don't gotta fuckin' think, do you? Just gotta cum for me. Ohh fuck, that little pussy's squeezin' me so tight," he huffs, leaning his massive, muscled form over you to achieve an even deeper angle as he fucks into you harshly. The overstimulation of him hitting that spongy spot inside you so hard makes your toes curl and your body arch into him, unable to get enough even if it's too much.

"What're you even in college for, princess? We both know your real job is taking my dick. You should just quit and become Megumi's stepmother so I can fuck you this good every night. Wouldn't you like that, princess? Hungry little cockslut that you are, practically beggin' for my dick the moment I walked in the door." But instead of answering him, you slap a hand over your mouth to keep your sobs of pleasure from being heard by Megumi, who was currently watching cartoons just down the hall.

You both knew it was his dick talking, that he didn't really mean it, but when he was balls deep in your sweet, tight heat and your needy little cunt was sucking him back in with every thrust, he'd utter things he'd never otherwise dare.

"Fuuuck yeah, wouldn't mind coming home to this everyday, having this pretty little pussy waiting for me." As he speaks, he reaches his hands down to gently spread your pussy lips with his thumbs, getting a good look at your puffy pink folds and swollen clit that glisten with your mixed juices.

You'd never admit it to him, he was cocky enough already, but you think his dick might've spoiled you for all other men. He was by far bigger than any of your exes, and far more experienced thanks to his age. The ease with which he managed to find your g-spot never ceased to amaze you, and not one time have you had sex with him without him getting you off at least twice.

As the semester dragged on, you kept coming back for more. One night after a shitty first date you show up to his house all dolled up and holding back tears after your date went to the bathroom and never came back, and it's mere minutes before he's ruining your so carefully done makeup by shoving your face into his pillowcase and fucking the melancholy from your failed date right out of you.

"He was a fuckin' dumbass, that guy," Toji says as the two of lie next to each other in the afterglow. "Leavin' a girl like you alone like that. If I took you out, I'd show you a good time...well, I just did show you a good time," he adds with a chuckle.

"But you know what I mean. If...if you were up for that..." he mumbles, nervously scratching the back of his dark, now disheveled hair.

"I thought you didn't have time to date?" you ask him, although your tone is light and a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

"Yeah, well, for you...maybe I do."

#toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #jjk au #jjk fic #toji fluff #toji fic #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #fushiguro toji smut #toji fushiguro headcanons #toji zenin #jjk toji #toji jjk #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji headcanons #toji imagine #jjk college au #jujustu kaisen #toji fushiguro x you

[coolprettyleo]

maybe i will finally learn my lesson? - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.2k

tw: sad, angst, rejection, talks about sex. no actual smut tho. borderline alcoholic tbh

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie fell back onto her bed with a soft thud as she tried to catch her breath. she looked at the boy beside her with a hopeful look hoping to gosh he would stay the night and cuddle her. she just needed some form of reassurance.

he never ever wanted to stay over though.

“i gotta go, the guys are going out tonight” he says as he gets out the bed acting like he was talking to some stranger. what frankie didn't realize was that they basically were.

“do you have to leave?” she says in a sad voice kneeling on the bed. she hated how he never wanted to stay and talk. was that so much for a girl to ask for these days?

“frankie, im all spent for right now, but i mean if im feeling it later on, i'll stop by”

is he fucking serious.

it had honestly been a while since frankie had felt that much rage. he really did only think of her as a fuck buddy.

she knew what she was getting herself into, when she agreed on their little agreement, but in the movies it always ends with the guys falling in love with you. right?

“oh my gosh. just leave. like actually” she said getting back in bed and turning her back to him. which left him dumbfounded. why would she be mad he had to leave?

“did i do something?” he asked confused as he finished putting his cloths on.

no answer.

that pissed drew off. she had no reason to be all pissy with him.

“are you mad because im going out with the boys? why would that bother you? were not anything, frankie. im allowed to go out” he said. still starring at her back.

“oh don’t worry. you’ve made that very clear to me drew” she says, her voice wavering due to the fact she just felt so foolish.

“whatever, you’re annoying me. talk to me when ur done being crazy” he said walking out and slamming her door in a fit of rage.

to say frankie took it totally fine would be dishonest. she sobbed in a fetal position all night. while blasting foolish one by taylor swift.

that woman really does have a song for every situation.

she had honestly never felt so alone.

of course she’s not actually alone; she just refuses to go to anyone and burden them with her problems. it’s not like she can call her parents and her brothers due to the fact she can’t lie to them. she knew they were going to ask something like 'how'd practice go?' and whatnot so she's been forwarding their calls since Wednesday when she quit the team.

she could also call her friends. or her ex teammates. did she even have friends?

she was alone.

___

she sits in her room finishing up and assignment when she felt like doing something. usually she would get drunk and go from there, but no. if the last week has taught her anything; it's that she's becoming a new person. and the new person wouldn't black out after every minor convenience.

so in the spur of the moment, she decided she was going to rearrange her room! which is what lead her to where she was right now; outside the freshman hockey house.

while moving her bed from one side to another, she found drews hoodie. so being the mature, new, amazing person she claimed to be... she decided to give him back his hoodie, as a form of ceasing the deal. this is a supposed to be a step forward is it three steps back?

frankie walked up the front steps and as she lifted her fist to knock she halts, when she hears multiple voices coming from inside. not wanting to end her and drews situationship in front of his teammates; to save them both the embarrassment. she quickly trashes her plan and decided to just head home.

but when she heard her name is when she decided against that.

"frankie?" she hears drew ask.

"yes dude. its actually so obvious she wants you after what your saying she did yesterday"

he told them about the argument?

well she couldn't really get mad, if frankie had best friends she would of probably told them too.

"well i dont want her like that and she knows that"

frankie felt her heart crack.

i mean she told herself he didn't like her back, but hearing him say it, is a whole different level of pain for someone who just oh so hoped to joke about their situationship one day over coffee as he watched the morning news while their kids got ready for school.

foolish one, frankie hughes.

"no way your gonna reject her, she's so hot. what the hell is there not to like" one of his stupid teammates said.

"I mean she's the nicest and one of the hottest girls I've ever got with dont get me wrong, but some of the shit she says makes me question if she's being for real or not" drew said not knowing the match he was lighting.

"I think I know what your talking about, is it when she said she thought denver was in texas?" one of his other teammates chimed in.

"bro yes. that actually left me speechless" he says. frankie felt like burning the house down at this point.

"she's lucky she's got hockey" another voice said.

"had'

the hoodie she had in her hands slipped through her fingers. just like the heart drew held. the heart he never wanted to hold.

she backed away from the door, never wanting to slash anyones tires more. she wanted to commit arson. the way they were talking about her, made her want to throw up.

she can take the fact he didn't like her back. thats okay. if he didn't feel the butterflies she felt it wasn't no one fault. but mine.

but the fact he stood their and called her stupid? who the fuck even knows geography like that? she felt so many emotions run through her veins and the one overcoming the rest was the one that held the power over her tears.

"frankie?" oh my god. no. why the hell did I not run home?

she turned her head to see ryan leonard standing there. one of drews friends. someone she had considered to be her friend. but if the rest talk about her like that, him, will, and gabe probably do too.

"you didn't see me here, ryan" she said as she covered her face trying to push past him.

"wha- hey! what's wrong? who did this?" he said grabbing her wrist and seeing her crying eyes. he knew who did it. he just needed to hear a confirmation before he went inside and beat his ass.

"nothing. let me go" she said wiping her tears.

"im not letting you leave here alone hughes, i know how you get when your this sad. I dont want to wake up tomorrow and hear that you got hit by a damn bus for gosh sake"

one thing ryan hated was when she would drink her feelings away because that meant she was going to be reckless. she honestly is reckless.

"well then do you want to come?"

I got tired so im done writing but I wanted to post this! also ! I have no hate towards drew, its all going to add up in the future when I start the other aus I have planned but for now drew is like anyone else and he's learning and growing. so bear with me!

#nhl imagine #frankie x ryan #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #nhl imagines #bc hockey #will smith hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #gabe perreault x reader #ryan leonard x reader #ryan leonard imagine #jack hughes #hughes sister #luke hughes #quinn hughes #drew fortescue

[runnning-outof-time]

Through the Night | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N) grapple with the struggle of getting their son to sleep through the night…amongst the other struggles that come along with parenthood.

Warnings: mentions of breastfeeding

Word Count: 2656

A/N: I’m finally back to writing requests! It was fun to work on a John story again after not writing one in so long. I liked the premise of this one…it was fun to plan out. Thank you for your paitence. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

The shrill sound of cries rang through the previously peaceful night, making (Y/N) sit up in bed with a start. She let out a sigh upon recognizing where those cries were coming from. Movement came from beside her before she could get out from under the covers.

"Let me get him," John's groggy voice came from next to her, making her stop what she was doing.

"No, he's probably hungry again," (Y/N) brushed off his offer, blindly reaching over and patting him on the shoulder as a show of thanks.

"I'll get him the next time then," he conceded, flipping over to his side as (Y/N) got off of the bed and exited their bedroom.

James Shelby's room was two doors down the hall. The volume of the cries increased the second she stepped out into the hallway. She instantly felt bad for the other children who surely had been woken by the disturbance. No matter what she tried, he just wouldn't sleep through the night.

"Baby, it's ok," she whispered to him as she reached into his cradle, pulling the baby out so that she could rock him in her arms, "you need to get some sleep."

She proceeded to try everything. Rocking him, feeding him, walking around with him, changing him, feeding him again...nothing seemed to quiet him down. It wasn't until she had patted him on the back long enough for him to burp that the crying finally stopped. She held him for a few more minutes after his cries had ceased, just to make sure that he wasn't going to start back up again. He seemed to finally be asleep after waiting those few moments. So she carried him to his cradle and gently lowered him into it, hoping that he'd stay asleep.

"Let's try to get more than three hours now, baby," she said as she stood straight again, watching over him for a few more moments until she finally decided to go back to her bedroom.

"He's asleep?" John's groggy voice was heard the second she got under the covers.

"Yes. Finally," (Y/N) sighed as she tried to make herself comfortable, "I think he was gassy...it took me going down the list to figure it out though," she continued, moving over to where John was laying on his side.

"You figured it out and he's sleeping now, that's all that matters," he tried to get her to look on the bright side of things.

"He's sleeping for now," she placed emphasis on his statement. "Where you awake this entire time?" she then asked him.

"I was waiting to hear if you needed back up," he answered her, his words making her laugh softly, "but it seems as though you did amazing on your own," he added, blindy reaching behind him for her hand. He grabbed onto it when he found it, pulling it over his side so that he was no longer twisted awkwardly.

"Hopefully he'll sleep a little longer now," (Y/N) sighed as she scooted even closer to him, embracing the feeling of warmth that his body was giving off.

"How 'bout you and me get some sleep while we can?" John proposed an idea.

"Yes...let's," (Y/N) agreed, finding it easy to fall asleep once she closed her eyes.

——

"Come on, buddy...you've gotta be tired out by now," John sighed as he switched the position of the baby in his arms for the umpteenth time now. Confidence was draining out of him with each loud cry that James would exude. He told (Y/N) that he'd try to get him to sleep tonight, and he'd been at it for a half hour now with no success.

The baby didn't listen to his exhausted father's pleas though, and instead kept on crying...so much so that his little face was turning red. John let out a defeated sigh as he tried to think of something, anything else he could do to calm his son down. Rocking wasn't helping, changing him wasn't helping...John had even tried to tell him a story that he remembered liking as a kid, but it was hard to get a word out over the loud cries. He truly felt like he was at the end of his list of options.

"What can I do, J...what can I do?" he asked in desperation, knowing full-well that the baby wasn't going to give him the answer.

But as if the homing beacon was sent out, the door to the nursery opened the second he was finished speaking. "You need some help, John?" (Y/N) asked as she held onto the doorknob. She didn't want to slide right in and assume control over the situation because she knew that John was wanting to get more involved with his children when he could.

He'd never let it on to the random person walking the street, but John felt terrible that he wasn't able to be around for his kids. Whether it was the war or later the nature of his work, he often left the care of his young ones up to his late wife, Martha, and then his aunt, Polly. When he had this baby with (Y/N), he vowed that he was going to be more present and help out the best that he could. But now that the rubber had hit the road, he felt that he was completely useless.

"John?" she spoke a little louder, realizing that her husband probably couldn't hear her over the baby's cries.

"What?!" he yelled back, not meaning to raise his voice at her, it instead happening as an effect from the frustration he was feeling.

(Y/N) knew that. She could hear it in his voice. "Would you like me to help you with him?" she asked, keeping her voice calm; not wanting to add to the stress he was feeling.

"Please," he just about begged her, desperation present in his eyes. (Y/N) nodded and walked further into the room. "I've tried everything, (Y/N)...he's just not settling. I've rocked him, I've changed him a few times, I...I even told him a story," he rambled on as he transferred the wailing baby to his wife, "I couldn't think of anything else to do."

"Maybe he needs to eat again," (Y/N) suggested as she moved over to one of the chairs in the room.

"I couldn’t really offer much in that regard…so I didn’t think of trying that," John admitted sheepishly as he watched (Y/N) get James to start feeding. He exhaled a huge sigh of relief once the room was finally filled with silence.

"That's alright, love," (Y/N) said to him, laughing slightly at his comment. She glanced down at James then, watching as the baby ate; his eyes starting to droop already.

John slumped down in the chair across the room and watched as his wife fed their child. He was relishing in the quiet because he didn't know if James was going to start crying again the second he was finished eating.

The silence, thankfully, held up as (Y/N) lifted him to her shoulder so that she could gently pat him on the back and hopefully get a burp or two out of him. Once she did, she brought him back down into her arms and gently rocked him a few times for good measure. His eyes were now shut tight and his breathing had evened out, two signs that he'd finally slipped into sleep. (Y/N) held her breath as she slowly stood from the chair and moved over to where the cradle was standing. James made it through the transfer to the bed, only stirring slightly when his body touched the mattress.

"I don't know how you do it," John breathed as (Y/N) made her way over to where he was sitting.

"I got lucky tonight...most nights I haven't a clue what to do," she said to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. John brought the hand he had propped up on the chair's arm down to rest against her thigh, gently squeezing it to show his appreciation.

"I don't know what I'm doing every night," he mumbled into her hair.

"Nonsense, John," she disagreed with him, lifting her head from his chest to look at him, "do I have to remind you of the number of nights that he falls asleep on your chest while you're sitting on the chair with him?" she reminded him, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"He wakes up a few hours later though," John still didn't let up on himself.

"And he'll probably wake up a few hours from now too...he just isn't to the point where he's sleeping through the night yet. We can't be hard on ourselves John, Polly says that this is common," she stated, reminding him that they needed to think positively.

"I feel like I'm leaving it all up to you though," he voiced another thought that had been eating at his mind.

"You most certainly are not," she disagreed once again. "You do so much for this family. I'm not sure where I'd be without you...my partner in crime," she grinned at him then, the final part of her sentence making the softest grin form on his face. He just couldn't stay down on himself when she looked at him like that.

"I'm not sure how much 'crime' you're getting yourself into, love," he teased her, his words making an exaggerated look of surprise form on her face. John chuckled at the face she pulled, and (Y/N) held it for a few moments before letting it dissolve into one of fake hurt.

After holding that expression for a few moments, she tried not to let the smile break onto her features as she delivered the statement she'd been thinking up since John shared his, "that's because you commit enough crime for the both of us, my darling," she said to him, winking after she was finished speaking.

John's jaw went slack as he heard what his wife had said. "(Y/N) Shelby!" he said, his voice a little too loud for the room they were sitting in.

"Keep your voice down, you'll wake the baby!" (Y/N) hissed at him, her eyes wide to show the seriousness of her statement. She then listened intently for any noises coming from James' cradle and was relieved when she was met with silence.

"Let’s head to our bedroom then," he said with a grin, standing up from the chair and taking her into his arms without warning. Him doing this made her let out a shriek of surprise, to which he sent her the same wide-eyed expression she gave him. "Be quiet, you'll wake the baby," he scolded her in a teasing manner, a grin breaking onto his face.

"Take me to bed then," she responded to him, his grin proving contagious as one formed on her face as well.

John didn't waste another minute. He exited the nursery as quietly as he could, carrying (Y/N) down the hallway to their bedroom so that they could get caught up on some much needed...sleep.

—

The bedroom still had an early morning glow shining in through the windows when (Y/N) opened her eyes again. She let out a sigh of content and snuggled in closer to John's sleeping frame. Or at least she thought he was sleeping.

"This is nice," he said in a low voice, his words rumbling through his chest and making (Y/N) smile at the sensation of it.

"It is," (Y/N) agreed with him, drawing sleepy shapes on the skin of his pectorals. She let her eyelids flutter shut then as she tried to soak up all of the last minutes of sleep that she could. It wouldn't be long until John would be needed at the betting shop and that she would be getting the children up for their school day. Wait...the children. "Oh no, John..." (Y/N) started off as she scrambled into a sitting position.

"What, love? It's still early," he complained, not moving from his spot as his wife fumbled her way out from under the covers.

"James, John...he didn't wake us up all night," she managed to get out as she rushed to get her robe on before making her way to the door. "What if something's wrong?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest as the worst case scenarios started running through her mind. She heard the fumbling of covers behind her, but didn't bother to look back and see if he was following her before she opened the door and quickly exited the room.

(Y/N) wasted no time in opening the door to the nursery after hurrying down the hallway as quickly as she could. She then took a deep breath before approaching the cradle, still prepared for the worst. All of the fear and worry were whisked away from her the second she saw James.

"What's happened, (Y/N)?" John's panicked voice came from the door to the room.

"Nothing...nothing's happened," (Y/N) answered, calmness present in her voice now. She heard John's footsteps approaching her as she kept her eyes on her sleeping baby. James looked like he hadn't moved from the spot she laid him in last night, and he was still sleeping soundly. His belly was rising and falling in an even pattern, and he even had the slightest smile present on his adorably plump lips. "He slept through the night," she told her husband, looking over at him to see that he was also focused on the baby.

"That's amazing," John said, a smile breaking onto his face. Much like (Y/N), a sense of calmness had now rushed through him as well. "So wha...what do we do now?" he asked with a slight chuckle as he looked at (Y/N) again.

"I guess we can go back to sleep," (Y/N) answered, grinning at the thought of getting a few more minutes of shut-eye.

"What're we still in here for?" John's grin grew. He was also never one to turn down some more sleep.

The two made the way back to the door of the nursery then, both still grinning like fools at the thought of crawling back under the covers. Quiet mornings were practically unheard of in this Shelby household, and they were going to hold onto every minute of it. (Y/N) carefully shut the door behind her before they began to walk down the hall to their bedroom. They only got two steps away when cries started coming from the room they'd just left.

"There goes our extra sleep," (Y/N) stated, a bit of a deflated look now present on her face.

"I'll go get him...you get some more sleep," John told her, nodding his head towards their bedroom's door before he began backtracking towards the nursery. (Y/N) sent him a smile as a thank you before she continued walking to her bedroom.

"Mum! Katie won't stop making fun of me!" she heard Matthew, one of her older children (step-children) call out just as she grabbed the door knob.

"I am not!" Katie yelled back in defense.

"Yes you are!" Matthew continued the argument.

"Am not!" Katie wasn't backing down.

"Ok both of you stop, I'm coming in!" (Y/N) finally stepped into their bickering, turning from her bedroom's door to go and sort their problem out because it was quickly becoming obvious that it wasn't going to be figured out on its own.

While she became the mediator, John worked on figuring out what would get James to stop crying.

There was certainly never a quiet morning in the Shelby household.

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[itsinthemist]

Balcony Nights||Stoner!Megumi Fushiguro

Warnings: Weed, Smoking, Coughing, other than that it’s fluffy af. Established Relationship!reader

Enjoy! Masterlist <3

"I think I'm finally ready to try smoking with you," your voice called to the lanky boy at the end of his bed, his eyes breaking concentration from packing the weed into the bowl of his black iridescent bong.

"You sure, princess? Just 'cause I smoke doesn't mean you gotta."

"I wanna, Gumi." You couldn't help but have a slight pout on your lips. His dark blue eyes, pupils slightly blown from the hit he took half an hour ago, were gleaming with amusement. Quickly, he set his bong down and scooped you up from your self-titled "napping zone."

“If you say so.”

He chuckled, the scent of marijuana lingering in the air as he carried you to the small balcony overlooking the city lights. Popping inside for only a moment to grab his bong, a lighter, and his water bottle, preemptively knowing just how badly you would need it.

The night was young, and the two of you settled into a cozy corner with cushions strewn across the floor.

Megumi handed you the bong, his fingers brushing against yours. Gentle, his fingers directed you on how to hold it. "See, this is the bowl; it's the part you light."

You nodded along to his half-baked explanation. He showed you how to place your lips and instructed you to pull out the bowl to let the smoke into your lungs.

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You'll probably cough and maybe feel sick for a minute, but that's only if you take a big hit. Just don't take too much, and you'll be fine."

You glanced up at him from within his arms. He leaned softly down to kiss your forehead and calm your nerves.

“You won’t laugh at me, right?”

"Scouts honor!" Megumi posed his hand with two fingers pressed to his brow.

You couldn't help but giggle.

"Here I go."

You flicked the steel lighter and angled it to ignite the weed. Sucking softly and then releasing the bowl, the hardest part was breathing all the smoke into your lungs. It was impossible to exhale smoothly as a fit of coughs came over your lungs. Megumi chuckled behind you.

"Ouch, water now, please."

The black-haired boy passed you his water bottle, which you took eagerly. By the time your coughs ceased, a warm tingle had filled your body. Everything felt light.

The city below seemed to dance to a silent rhythm, and Megumi's gaze met yours in a moment of unspoken understanding. The boy beside you grinned.

"Welcome to the club, princess," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You couldn’t help but cuddle in further to his embrace. His arms were warm and welcoming. The conversations that followed and filled the night with bellyaching laughter were priceless. In other words, Smoking with Megumi for the first time was not a mistake.

#megumi fushiguro fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #ally writes #megumi x reader #stoner megumi

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Y'all I been doing Dazai route in eng for the collection event and I'm just.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE WRITING HERE. DAZAI AND MC ARE OFF THE CHARTS???? I FEEL LIKE I'M IN IKESEN RN HELP

I never want off this tragicomedy this is amazing. Just look at this shit:

There's so much going on here???? I'm in stitches?????

Dazai if you're going to roll with familial obligation PICK ONE ROLE, what is this madness!!!

MC full on out here UNIRONICALLY looking at Charles and going:

MC: I could make him worse twirling hair around her finger

What's even more uproarious to me is Dazai like "I must. Protect MC from his vile eboy clutches." And MC is straight up like "Dazai if you won't tap this then I will have my hot girl summer." Can you tell I love her so much for this I'm sobbing. Girl math queen of "I want what's bad for me"

Charles. Trying to whine his way into a hot night and Dazai's abrupt "Haha, no." Just imagining the delivery of that line straight up made me astral project, Dazai is feeling petty and I'm LIVING

"NotMyName-san." Do I even need to say it. MC dragging his ass and I'm wheeze--

Aight but that last screenshot. I swear to God that's where I lost my veritable shit. I think I've just gotten so used to Comte and Leonardo being so literal of like "oh yeah that f**ker can't keep his hands to himself, give me a second to get rid of him" that I just did not see Dazai's roast coming. And not only how iconic and subtle a jab that is, but the ENDLESS implications????????????

"He seems like someone who can't keep his hands out of the picnic basket." Dazai was COOKING. He said "boy's got no patience, he can't pace a relationship properly." [Note: Dazai can't pace a relationship at all, so uh, pot meet kettle--]. He said "man's going to get to third base on the first date and that is GAUCHE." I love this bit because of how much it gives him away. Dazai out here like "I'm just a silly silly goofy no thoughts guy! Hahaha!" And then the second Charles tries to drag MC around like a rag doll, Dazai comes out like "what is this. menace doing with a nice young woman. I say, young man, cease this horny shitfkery at once!" The man who sat in bed with MC naked after a month's worth of knowing her and does not explain (though in fairness he was trying to be helpful [?]). Can you tell I love him. Osamu "Do As I Say, Not As I Do" Dazai.

Dazai out here like "I just know he's going to ask too much of her, and that could have grievous implications when it comes to being a vampire." As much as it might be a throwaway line, I gotta say I see that amongst his concerns. And tbh I think he means it both in the sense of bloodlust but also in the sense that Charles is a bit wayward with his self-control (not entirely Charles' fault). Dazai out here like "I know this little shit ain't got an ounce of foresight, and I hate this for my best girl." No beef to Charles, but the man lives in the present (in some ways by circumstance) and I can see how he might not be able to have MC's best interests for the future in mind (he's got a lot of healing to do).

Man can you tell I just can't get over the way Dazai flamed him. It's giving:

Also for the record no shade to Charles as an LI, I just think it's hilarious how jealous Dazai is and how that makes him uncharacteristically choose so much violence khafjlsjkshgdfjh

I gotta say if there's one thing that gets my ass so bad when it comes to Comte and Dazai it's how they're so like. "Peace and love on planet earth~"

Charles/Vlad: hi

Comte and Dazai:

Comte and Dazai:

#legitimately its TRAGIC that i started wheezing SO BAD #i failed to screenshot that part where mc is like #'What a tangled web we weave…' when they both start hitting on her nonstop #THE POLYCULE IS IN SHAMBLES /j #listen idk who it was that did the localization for this rt #but i hope they know they're a fking real one damn #i feel like this is the first time in years ive read smth in the eng ver and gone 'who made this tea? delicious' #even funnier bc i rmr reading summaries of dazais rt abt how chaotic it was--its not like i wasnt even aware #but they really put their whole [redacted] into this one LMFAO #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp charles #ikevamp mc #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vlad #dazai main story route

[pinkiepiebones]

Passing this question back to you, how do you think Renfield felt after he was freed from Dracula and how did he cope (or not) ?

Terrified.

The day after Dracula's demise hordes of three-letter agencies descended on the apartment complex and the Lobo's estate to try to ascertain what the fuck had happened. Rebecca had sensed something like that happening and, after she and Robert revived his codependents group, she had driven Robert to his place so he could pack some things. "You're gonna crash with me a while," she said. It wasn't a question.

He picked up his Welcome mat and threw it down to the pile of Lobo and police bodies three stories down. His packing was rushed, but practiced. He had to learn how to flee places in a hurry over the decades. He had to learn how to move with blood sticking to his skin and wounds oozing. He had to learn to watch his hands move as a terrible voice roared in his head and claws wormed into his sinew. He turned to leave and startled at the sight of Rebecca sitting on his sofa.

"Dude, you took like three seconds." She frowned. "Did you just shove some shit in a grocery bag?" She stood, shaking her head. "C'mon big guy, let's try to not panic, okay?"

Robert nodded, obedient.

Rebecca found his backpack- not in use, sitting empty on the shelf in his closet, purchased because it made him smile (it was made to look as though it had been fashioned from sunny quilt blocks). Rebecca spoke gently, now, guiding him to pack three of most of his articles of clothing for the time being. There was no way to tell how long the investigations would take. "And we can always buy you more stuff," she added. She recounted a time when Kate had been packing for some trip in high school and their father had joked about the overpacking. "He said, 'funny how stores cease to exist when you travel, huh?' because she was gonna be gone for a week but she had like six suitcases..."

Robert nodded, attentive.

The ride back to Rebecca's house was quiet. Robert watched her most of the drive. He clambered out of the passenger seat and grabbed his backpack and followed her inside.

Rebecca guided him while telling him about her small house. He looked at the pictures on the wall in the hallway. He studied the lives inside the frames. Then he followed Rebecca into the guest room.

"You," she said as he neared, "need a shower. So do I, probably, but, y'know, age before beauty or whatever. I gotta go check the heater, so, uh." She spread her hands. "Make yourself at home, roomie."

Robert set his bag on the guest bed and stood in the middle of the room, the muffled sounds of suburbia beyond the heavy curtains overwhelming his senses. How often he had hunted in just such a world, how often those sounds- lawnmowers and dogs and children- had simply meant 'Master's meals.' He pressed a hand to his mouth to suppress a scream and the wave of nausea that hit him.

Your sole purpose in life is to serve me.

Robert swallowed his guilt and his self hatred and ventured back out into Rebecca's house.

Rebecca jumped when she turned to find Robert standing behind her.

"Fuck!"

"Is there anything I can do?"

She looked at him, scrutinizing. "I dunno, this thing's just getting on in years."

"I meant, uh, in general?" He smiled. "How can I be of service?"

"No."

"No?"

Rebecca stormed past him. "You are not replacing him with me, don't even start down that path."

Robert chuckled nervously. "Oh, I didn't mean-"

Rebecca turned back and took Robert's hands in hers. "I know you didn't mean it. But you gotta know that this codependency stuff is going to keep messing with you, right? So, just-" She squeezed his hands. "You keep yourself from trying to be servanty, okay? I'm a big girl, I've been takin' care of myself a long time. You only have to serve you, got it?"

Robert felt tears sting his eyes.

"I don't know how to do this. God knows I'm trying, but now that he's gone, his voice isn't in my head, I can finally hear my own thoughts, and..." Robert gently pulled away from Rebecca.

"All I can think about is him."

His friend nodded. "I mean, we did just chop him up and mix him in cement and dump him into the sewer. I'm thinking about him too." She smiled and patted his arm. "C'mon, let's get the last of his blood offa you, maybe that'll help."

Rebecca had an idea; instead of Robert taking a shower, she offered to help him wash his hair as he took a bath, and he was glad for it. He felt a bit silly sitting in her tub, his long legs bent and a towel shoved around his waist for his sense of modesty, but that silly feeling ebbed as the warmth of the water around him seeped into his tired bones and Rebecca carefully leaned over to scrub at his hair with something that smelled like chamomile and lavender. He damn near purred at the sensation of her blunt nails gently scraping his scalp and her calloused fingers winding through his hair. He leaned his head back so she could pour a cup of water on his head to rinse, careful to guide the shampoo suds away from his face.

Rebecca pulled a few towels from a cabinet and plopped them on the counter by the sink. "Okay, I think you can handle it from here. I'm gonna grab a shower and then we'll figure out dinner. Sound good?"

Robert nodded, content.

#renfield #renfield 2023 #I never actually fill prompts do I I just glance at them as I am running headlong into a different story

[ahgasegotarmy116]

another drunk drabble from dilf, please - Z

"I loooooove this wine Jungkook like looove" I slur, my body seemly going in slow motion as I take another drink of it and end up spilling half of it on myself.

"Oh! Oopsies!" I giggle to myself as Jungkook watches me make a complete fool of myself from the other side of the table.

"Remind me to never let you drink anymore when we meet" he says while rubbing his temples, not amused at the result of this little dinner he had planned.

"Why nooooott? I looooove drinking when I'm around you. You seem less mean when I do" I hiccup and giggle again, completely gone after my fourth glass.

"Alright Angel I think that's enough of that. Time to get you out of this dress and into bed" he says, standing up and walking over to where I'm seated.

I gasp at his words and hold my hand out, keeping him at arms length. "You wouldn't take advantage of me while I was drunk now would you?" I say, blinking slowly while I watch his figure fade in and out of focus.

"No I wouldn't because knowing you you would probably throw up from all the positions I had planned on having you in tonight" he says, grabbing my forearm and pulling me up from my chair.

"Owww" I whine while he pulls me into the bedroom, dragging my feet the whole way.

"You know, I thought you couldn't be anymore difficult than how you usually are but you never cease to amaze me" he says while not even bothering to let up on his grip.

As we enter the bedroom he sits me down on the bed, kneeling before me and taking off my heels. "I can do it myself" I whine trying to do so but he swats my hands away, knowing full well I couldn't undo the straps on them no matter how hard I tried.

"Get up" he says pulling me to my feet and turning me around to unzip my dress. "Fuck why did I make you wear this?" he curses, looking at the black lingerie set he sent to my house today.

He slides the dress off of me and unhooks my bra before pulling back the covers and tucking me in.

"Who knew you could be such a gentleman" I tease, sighing as I snuggle into the blankets. "Go to sleep y/n" he orders, done with my antics. "Okay okay I'm goingggg" I say, closing my eyes but opening them moments later when I hear him moving around.

He brings me a glass of water and sets it down on the nightstand as well as brings the little trash can over to set on the floor beside the bed.

"If you need to puke try to get it in here alright?" he says and I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Roll those eyes at me one more time Angel and you'll regret it" he warns and I laugh, not being able to take anything he says seriously.

"Aye aye captain" I say while saluting him before turning on my side to face away from him.

"Hey!" I call out when I feel a harsh slap on my ass. "Keep it up baby, keep it up" he says making good on his promise. "You're no fun" I pout, facing away from him again.

"And you're too much fun now just shut up and go to sleep" he grumbles, walking over to the window and plopping down on the armchair in front of it.

"You're staying?" I ask curiously, confused as to why he would bother hanging around. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't choke and die in your sleep" he says while mindlessly scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to spare me a glance.

"So cute" I say, humming in contentment, thankful for having a little guardian tonight even though most of the time he's the devil incarnate.

"Go. To. Sleep" he growls, punctuating every word and all I can do is giggle in response before slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Just you wait Angel. You're going to hate the rude awakening I'm gonna give you" Jungkook taunts my sleeping form, thinking of all the ways he plans to torture me...

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #do it for him #do it for him drabble #difh #ask

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 5

Synopsis: After a good long talk with an old friend, the Doctor catches Reader out on her lie. And figures some things out.

A/n: I feel so indebted to you all. The praise and likes and reblogs feels good, my guys. Also, this weekend, I'll have maybe not as much output but you know...gotta work on big issues instead of work and vibin. But ahhhh. Hope you like it.

(Y/N) called out of class. Maybe she really was sick. Humans leaked a lot. Especially when sick.

Rose once had a common flu and she cried until her temperature came back down to normal. It was hard to hold her, his body being so cool in comparison to hers, he felt like, in that time and body and place, it would relieve her nearly 39 degree fever. The tender grasp he held her body in made her cry and sweat even harder. Mickey apparently never held her like this when she was sick. It overwhelmed her shocked system even more…

Suddenly the thought of him, in this body, holding (y/n) to cool her down invaded his mind.

Ideas of different ways and reasons to hold her left his mind awry. He imagined how it would feel, her skin against his. Her lips against his. The feeling of him looking in those nervous, doe-scared eyes as he thrust de- he stopped himself before he could finish the fantasy.

Her empty seat later that day haunted him.

Another mystery woman from the universe. Hell-bent on driving him to madness.

It was always the women, the one’s that seemed so mundane, yet glimmered in a way that their essence caught his eye. Drove him wild. Even when he wasn’t initially attracted to them. Sooner or later he’d become so.

A fatal flaw.

The class ended.

He visited Missy in her Vault.

If anyone could understand madness, it’d be her. Despite the cost it’d bring him.

“Ignore the blindingly obvious irony. But you need to help me.” He half-pleaded, half-ordered.

“Oh? Wee Ickle Me? The great Doctor needs my help?” Missy cackled an awful grin. “Whatever bothers you, my sweet?” She purred. “What can I do that you don’t, besides serve.” She straightened herself up and gave a snap of her fingers above her head and put herself in almost a ballet dancer’s poise.

“A girl I teach in my class. Why do I keep thinking of her. I have all these primal, base instincts when I see her. Frankly way beneath a member of our species…” He confessed to his oldest friend and greatest foe. And ex-lover. “She is ruining me and my focus.”

Missy fell over laughing and pointing. Her petticoat flashing wildly through the air.

“It’s always the Earth girls!” She exclaimed.

“Though, I did marry that poor Lucy girl.” She had a moment of lucidity.

“These Earth girls are going to kill us. And hey- why not just let them! Get me a perky little thing to ruin me too! Let’s commit suicide and genocide in one fell swoop!” She cackled even harder, her booming voices echoing throughout the Vault.

“No, you shouldn’t.” She seemingly sobered up.

“Assuming that you don’t kill her, as you usually do with these little flings.” She made a hand and body gesture that resembled herself being flung. It hearkened back for the Doctor how physically emotive (y/n) was…

“You’re her teacher. And in position of power! If things get wonky in a marriage bed sense…well doctor, can you handle the storm? Con your way out? You’ll be the one holding the dirty diaper. Not her.”

“And wherever will you put me… I’ll have no good place for your prison to be?” she became sing-song and gave a sarcastic pout.

The Doctor put his hands on his face and rubbed hard. This was both too much help, and not enough.

Missy was right.

And seemingly taking a moral stance, an action previously unheard of for many a millennia.

He decided that he’d go and take this all with a grain of salt.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Oh.” She seemed shocked into silence.

Giggling ceased.

They stood in silence.

“You might be fucked.” She said after minute.

He crouched deeper into his despair. The weight of his grief and Missy’s well-balanced advice echoed in his skull.

“Oh, off you go Teacher! Go get yourself a new Pet!” She seemingly understood and definitely read his mind.

He found himself at odds.

He left her and vanished further into the day fading into the dark of the night. Refusing to leave the planet and irk Nardole’s ire.

He chose to walk the streets of Bristol.

The cold air whipped around him. It was a blustery day. The air had a bit of winter’s last ice in it. Dying season for a dying ethos. The freshly birthed night was adding a layer of chill.

He could feel the turn on the planet under his feet as he turned a corner.

What was this?

He swore he saw (y/n) turn the adjacent corner into a street ahead of him. He took a few quick steps and curved into an alley. It was definitely her.

Go into a large detached building with a sizeable car park. She had her big, over stuffed tote bag with her. She looked in perfect health.

Whatever happened to her sickness?

A lie? Or did she feel his encroaching gazes and seclude herself from him.

He wouldn’t blame her…

It didn’t appear to be flats or even a room-share or sublet situation. Maybe it was her elusive job?

But what was it, in this seemingly askance residential building? With the car park that seemed a bit too big, even for the size of the house.

He stood on the corner of the street and gazed at it. He was clever enough to find out what she did now. Obviously.

But did he want to break her trust? Even in this little way? She was obviously quite guarded about her source of income.

Was it shame? Was she something that was shameful?

That narrowed it down, what jobs held stigma?

Down to a few.

What job would necessitate a huge bag such as that?

Seldom more.

He came to two or three careers.

Now which would be held in this suburb?

Two left.

What one would be in a place with a large car park and- he noticed all the windows were blacked out. As if coated in the same tint a car would have on its..

One.

He couldn’t honestly be shocked. It could prove lucrative. And it was flexible for her schedule. Not a common choice, but one trillions across the universe and time had made…

He crooked his head.

“Ah, bingo!” He felt himself saying aloud.

No wonder he felt sexually charged and drawn to her, he rationalized. She was changed by this career. Even in her normal, day-to-day, her mind was probably racing on ways to keep this concealed. The psychic cues probably just meddled with his mind.

She was probably scared shitless that a peer or a professor, or someone on administration would see her here. The stigma around this would damage her chances at a civilian career once she graduated.

Or even worse, request her to service them…

Though, yet he couldn’t fault her for the risk…

He’d taken billions.

Especially when the economy was fascistic.

All these humans had to make do to tread water.

And this was her attempt…

He felt liberated over this. Just psychic cues and her own internal warfare! Not him!

Or was it?

How easily was it for him to accept these fantasies, despite how much he tried against them?

Was it so simple? Or was it deeper? He enjoyed the brief time they had shared. She was intuitive. Empathetic and, if the last class they shared, valued everything from humans to microbes at the same level…

He decided it was a combination of all of the above.

She’d definitely make an interesting companion, of not a romantic partner.

Why not?

Precious little to lose, except her…

He said he’d email her about meeting on Monday. He whipped our his phone, and shot her a nice, professional sounding email requesting her presence at the same time.

Let the seduction of (y/n) begin…He thought as he made his way back home.

He had to prepare.

#personal #doctor who #the doctor #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader #reader x 12th doctor #12th doctor x you #you x 12th doctor #doctor who fanfiction #self insert #teacher student #i wrote this #i thank gd and my poor mental health for this #missy doctor who #im getting better #but you know #enjoy

[27-royal-teas]

there is something so inherently calming about listening through future hearts while laying on your bed staring at the ceiling… it feels like an essential experience. I love the message of future hearts. actually, I can positively say that it is my favorite album ever (Folie a Deux, I love you so so so much, but FH has more emotional meaning for me specifically). I think it has something to do with the overarching theme, which is: take back the world. go after your life and your love. put down that knife. people will miss you if you’re gone, so fight back. we are hurt and we are broken but we will make it through, and we deserve to have good things. i think that future hearts was really the album where all time low sort of matured. this is where they define the split between boy and man— alex still talks about romantic themes, but not in a way that can be laughed off, more in a way that feels like a relationship. this album feels angry, but it knows that the anger is temporary. the feelings that come through in Dancing With A Wolf are offset by the next track, The Edge Of Tonight. betrayal and hope. hope comes from betrayal. you hope they will do better. you hope you will not fall for it.

and god, I don’t even know. we are taking in the kids who can’t take care of themselves. satellite and kids in the dark say that much. where is the hope! give me the hope! and I guess THATS the theme, really. hope. hope for the future and the next generation and that you will get better and that things will get better. old scars on future hearts. the things that have happened in the past will never cease to impact on us but that does not change the impact we make on the world. we can still change how we impact the world and each other. we were just kids, we were just kids….

it is all about making that change. something’s gotta give!! you have to be brave to make that change. you have to break the system. don’t kill yourself. you’ll be missing out, and we’ll be missing you. something HAS to give. we can runaway. we can take in those who need help. we can save others by choosing to save ourselves. it’s in the album name. FUTURE HEARTS. how can we change for the future? how can we make this future better for them and for ourselves? how can our past influence our future?

#toby speaks #atl #all time low #future hearts #toby’s meta #(Sort of) #im. kind of tunnel visioned atm #I have so many feelings about this album. it’s my baby. I love it to DEATH.

[wilhelmeniaswritings]

Life with Sal, Part 2

Part 1

Thick tentacles, banded with green and black fur, slithered unpredictably and haphazardly across my bedroom floor. The floorboards creaked beneath the weight of their intrusion. An ethereal eye set itself at their base in the doorway; glowing ominously as it manifested within her writhing, formless shape in the dark. The Light of the Salubrious Quest looked deep into my soul, and she spoke in discordant voices that rang to my very core.

"We are out of clean cereal bowls. Also... I may have broken several bowls in my attempts to remedy this. As well as your sink."

I let my head drop unceremoniously back to the pillow, "Sal, it's four in the morning. Go back to sleep."

"Today is the day of our first true quest together, I require sustenance to—"

"Just eat out of the cereal box again, I don't care. Let me go back to sleep."

I turned my head to watch the empty doorway as giddy tentacle-steps thudded their way back to the pantry. I'm glad she's feeling more comfortable here, and that she's less terrified of a new world, but she really needs to work on boundaries.

When I eventually clambered my way out of bed some hours later, my eldritch pom-pom of a roommate was sprawled across my couch in a deep slumber. It sounded like she was snoring, but I'm not actually sure if she breathes.

Her eyes, those luminous and undimensioned shapes that peered out from beside her form as if drawn onto the air itself, were entirely absent in her sleep. They weren't closed, hidden, or retracted... they seemed to simply cease to be when she wasn't using them.

I took a seat in the breakfast nook across the room, still not completely comfortable being too close to her. It's not that she's given me any reason to think she might be dangerous or untrustworthy, but... still.

This was an utterly alien and unnatural being, no matter how convivial she might seem.

I've tried asking her what she was. I've tried asking if I had inadvertently created her, or if she had lead me to summon her. She said she didn't know. If she's somehow the same goddess I've been using in my game, then she's at least good-aligned if a bit chaotic. On the other hand, if that's not who she is and she's just been pretending...

All I know is she doesn't seem to mean me any immediate harm. She still flinches any time I approach her, and keeps an eye on me at all times when she's awake. She's seemingly just as curious, cautious, and confused about humanity as I am about her.

There's gotta be some way to learn more about all this, I can't be the first person to have ever seen something like this, right? We're going to see what we can learn at the library later today, after we get back from the LARP event she's been so excited about. I really hope I'm not making a big mistake here.

#Life with Sal #short story #fiction #urban fantasy #writing prompt #series #cosmic horror #slice of life #eldritch #monster girl

[benwvatt]

my recent kataang fics!

hi! I’ve written a few kataang stories recently and would love to share them. AO3 links included! And there are more fics under the “read more.”

my darling, how long do you want to be loved? is forever enough? is a rated-G oneshot about the two of them bonding over Katara’s pregnancy.

Katara laughs and buries her head in the crook of Aang’s neck. In bed, he’s been tracing lazy figure eights across the small of her back. “How did we get here?”

“Well, we left the Earth King’s party after thirty-seven minutes-”

Still laughing. Aang can feel her head shake against his chest, like a magnolia raining leaves in a storm. He wants to close his eyes as long as possible and memorize the ebbs and flows of her joy, the imprints it makes in the air.

“Oh, right! And we stole dumplings,” Katara adds gently, “wrapped in napkins in my purse! I’ll never get the grease stains out.” If only oil and water were similar, she could lift the marks with a swish of her hand.

“I guess you’ll just have to use regular ol’ soap and water. Like a peasant.”

“Like a fool!”

in reverence, my cup runneth over for you is a rated-T one-shot about Katara and Aang dancing in their kitchen.

They will raise children here someday. Aang wants a daughter with whom to dance in the kitchen. Together they will shift, clumsy under skeins of moonlight; he’ll toddle around, practicing steps by letting their girl stand on his feet. She will teach him the extra-extra-cool dance moves, picked up from magazines or some technology not yet invented, because grown-ups simply don’t understand.

Aang kisses Katara. Oh, she is going to be the rest of his life. The sheer notion of this runs through his mind like a horse unbridled.

“I love the kitchen,” she finally murmurs, hugging him closer. “No need to worry, not with me.”

He already knew, but a reminder never hurts.

He talks to her about the wilder dreams (not wildest, for those have already come true) and they waltz over dusty floorboards that leave speckles on the bottoms of their shoes. The kitchen will be furnished another time. Tonight is for dancing.

you’ve got me more than clumsy, but you’re my yellow lovely is a fluffy rated-G oneshot about Katara taking care of Aang while he’s sick. 

“Honey,” Aang murmurs, two full syllables this time. Voicing anything hurts at the moment 一 he’s taken ill this week 一 but he has to catch her attention. “Katara.”

She groans. “Yeah?”

“You gotta go. I - I’m gonna get you sick if you stay any longer.”

Her head shakes ‘nope’ and Aang can feel the brush of her hair against his neck. You could hear a pin drop. Even the crickets have ceased chirping tonight.

“I’m not fun to be around.”

“That’s a lie,” she whispers. “Can I kiss you?” He’s been trying not to get her sick all week, and she ought to ask before moving any closer.

“I miss you.” Aang wraps his arms around her and leans in. “I don’t think I should kiss you. Germs. Disease. Y’know, plague and death.”

“How did we get to death?”

i’d paint a river of stars for you (cross the ocean sapphire blue) is a romantic AU about Kataang getting together in the South Pole, set in a world where the war never happened and Aang routinely visits Katara and he’s super in love with her. Rated T!

Aang looks down at her hand. She’s still wearing the friendship bracelet he wove for her out of linengrass.

He wants, not for the first time, to press his hand to her face and kiss her. He wonders if her cheeks would be cold against his. Hasn’t ever been close enough to check. Aang moves his thumb an inch until it’s over hers.

He looks at her. Is this okay?

Moonbeams wash into the bedroom through the ice. She might be blushing but he can’t quite tell.

Do you want this? Do you want me? he tries to communicate with his gaze. He was never very good at this. Monks are taught to let go of desire, not harbor it deep inside.

when the ice forgives is an AU in the works. In which, post-series, Kya is discovered sleeping in an iceberg and Katara’s whole family bond over the discovery that she’s alive. Katara & Aang are also engaged in this story and they’re very sweet.

“Were you preparing something in the kitchen?” Aang asked. He’d slept in, and he was hungry.

“I… might have been.” She pursed her lips for a moment, then let the grin wash away any hint of neutrality on her face. “Okay, there’s some baozi. And I was wondering if you wanted to eat hot pot for lunch? That was, uh, the noise you heard.”

She was so comforting. Everything about it, from her culinary plans to her one morning cup of tea, stolen from him, was predictable. He loved her. He told her, and they curled into the bed. Katara laid down, absentmindedly stroking her thumb across Aang’s cheekbone, and reminded him he was a sap. An honest, lovable one, but still.

“I like you,” she whispered. The words hung in the white, almost silver, morning light. They were predictable too, and Aang couldn’t get enough of them. “I like you very much.”

He kept his gaze on her and ran his thumb over the curve of her eyebrow, down her cheek until he was tracing her bottom lip. “You’re so…” and he kissed her before saying, “special. I didn’t think I could meet somebody like you. Someone so uncommonly kind.”

#kataang #kataangtag #katara #aang #aang x katara #katara x aang #atla #atla fanfic #kataang fanfic #kataang fic #benwvatt

[npcemi]

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 6: Family time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/122704474

It was a half hour later and Superman, Dinah, and Constantine were discussing how the session went after Jazz and Conner left.

“I can’t believe you promoted someone who punched a client!” Clark said.

“It was involuntary mate, you harmed her brother and the king of the infinite realms,” Constantine said.

“Last I checked he did the harming,” Clark said bitterly.

“You literally asked about his death, now what did my little presentation for the JL say about asking that and what can happen?” Constantine chided as Superman grumbled his answer.  Before he further berate the man of steel something went off in his mind.

“I gotta go, Bruce is calling.”

“I didn’t hear your phone, John," Dinah said.

“I gave Brucie a totem to break if he was in a really bad supernatural situation and needed me immediately.”

“We’re coming with…” Superman declared

“No, you’re not. Something tells me that would just make things worse.” John said leaving through a portal.

Jack and Maddie came bursting in showing off their latest captured ghost with proud grins.  They were testing out a new type of large containment device that would allow them to study ghosts in real-time.

Jazz’s hands went straight to her mouth, her eyes wide, glowing, and dripping tears of rage.  Bruce turned to look at Danny who was wide-eyed as his eyes began to change, his hair whitening as he looked at the small white-haired ghost in the container.  He was breathing to try and calm himself down.

“Daddy help!” Danielle screamed as the containment device shocked her until she passed out...

All light ceased to exist in that room all anyone could see was an endless black.

“Danny no!” Jazz’s voice went hoarse as she attempted to get her brother to hear her.  However, she received no response.  She heard what sounded like a twig breaking before the entire room erupted in a torrent of ectoplasmic fire.  Now that she could see she saw something nobody who knew the phantoms would ever think possible.  Amidst the burning flames was Vlad Plasmius pinning Jack and Maddie to the wall, flames pouring off his body, eyes glowing bright red.  Danny stood before the containment device as the glass on it shattered into dust.  Bruce, Barb, and Jazz shielded their eyes from the blast.

“Wisconsin ghost,” Jack managed to choke out only for Plasmius to tighten his grip.  Danny gently pulled the unconscious Danielle out of the containment field as glowing vines began to fill the room unaffected by the flames.

The kitchen table turned into a soft bed which he set Danielle in so she could rest.  Sam and Tucker came through the front door.  Sam’s eyes were bright green as she controlled the vines to make space for her and Tucker.  Bruce and Barbara couldn’t help mentally comparing the goth to Poison Ivy.  Tucker’s entire form was glowing with an overlay of something resembling an Egyptian pharaoh and in his hand was the Scarab Scepter.  If one looked out the front door they would see a very large Cujo guard the door while growling at a very terrified John Constantine.

“Release them, Vlad,” Danny said with a coldness that was unlike his normal affect.  Vlad did as instructed and as soon as they fell they were tied up by Sam’s vines.  Danny walked over to be directly transformed.  Barb couldn't’ look directly at him, Bruce having done several missions with JLD was used to it and couldn’t understand why Clark didn’t surrender as soon as Phantom transformed in front of him.

“Phantom, you killed our son, give him back!” Maddie screamed at the white-haired entity, only for Danny to laugh in her face.

“You Killed your son when the portal opened with me inside of it!” he screamed, the sonic force of which started to tear the building apart.

“Impossible!" Jack screamed.

“Well then call me Kim Possible, because anything is possible when you have two idiot negligent parents who put the on switch to the dimensional portal on the inside of it!” he screamed,  summoning a black hole that sucked the entire building up, not even leaving the ghost portal behind.  They were all left standing in the crater by the time the black hole was dismissed.

“You were going to study the ghost you captured?” He asked sharply to which they both nodded on instinct.

“Tear her apart molecule by molecule?” Again they nodded.

“You were going to tear apart my daughter, your granddaughter molecule by molecule!” He stepped back and pointed at them, “Let's see how you like being torn apart slowly molecule by molecule,  Hestia!” He declared as both scientists closed their eyes preparing for the worst.

“They aren't worth it my King, trust me.” Bruce and the others saw a very short young Greek ghost girl with pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes in a white soft cloth dress with blue accents.

Danny looked at her searching her eyes, knowing the crown of fire never takes physical form except for extremely important events that could effect the whole of the infinite realms,  despite his rage he took her advice.  He looked at Tucker,

“Use the Scarab Scepter and wipe their memories down to their 3rd birthdays,” Danny said as Tucker nodded somberly and the deed was done.  Danny looked at Bruce,

“I hope that the offer for a place to stay is still good.” Bruce nodded as Danny looked around and counted the people one by one.

“You think you got room for six people and a ghost dog?”

“Daniel, you don’t need to include me in this number!” Vlad corrected.

“Shut up and listen to your father” Danny grinned.

“I have my own mansion!” Vlad protested.

“Be a good boy and listen to your father.” Sam chided,

“Yeah, Vladdie!” Tucker said as Bruce watched the ongoing scene, his heart lighter now that everything seemed to be working itself out.

“As long as you promise to not adopt me I think I can find the room.” At Bruce's response, Barb broke out into a loud laughter that Jazz admittedly found rather melodious.  The laughter proved contagious until Danielle started to stir.  Danny immediately went to her and picked her up into a gentle hug wrapping his ghostly tail protectively around them,

“Daddy, what happened?” She said in a groggy voice.

Thanks for reading Also here is a Text to speech with some OST  it starts when Jack and Maddie enter with Danielle in tow. 

https://soundcloud.com/npcemi/phantom-family-scene?si=a82387ad293a4ac2bcd6fafbcfa4aacd&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

#dpxdc #dpxdc au #danny fenton #jazz fenton #Sam manson #tucker foley #vlad masters #Vlad is Danny's ghost son and is salty about it #dani phantom #RIP Jack and Maddie Fenton #They fucked up #fates worse than death #Bruce is scared of being adopted #Vlad choses violence #Danny choses violence

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Pyro/Medic - I Think I Might be An Idiot

Summary: I know it’s a little overdone, but could I suggest a hanahaki fic with pyro/medic? Maybe pyro confesses just in time for some fluff and angst :)

~

Pyro being sick was unusual by itself. He was normally pretty hardy, even the flu that had swept through the team a couple months ago, binding several of them to their beds for almost a whole week, hadn’t shook him much. So when he’d come to Medic, complaining of a painful cough, Medic hadn’t worried, thinking it just a cold. He’d given Pyro some cough syrup before sending him on his way so he could prepare for when everyone else caught it and inevitably suffered worse.

Such hadn’t occurred though. No one else got sick and instead Pyro got worse and worse until he couldn’t even perform in battle anymore.

“I think you should move permanently into the infirmary where I can keep a better eye on you,” Medic said, ceasing his pacing as the coughing on the other side of the curtain around Pyro’s bed finally wheezed to a halt.

“Don’t wanna.” Even without the mask, Pyro’s voice was barely audible. It was strained as if he had trouble breathing.

Medic could force him and would be justified in doing so. But he’d never had to force Pyro do anything before. Usually he was the one who cooperated with Medic the most, even more than Heavy at times. But he’d caught whatever this was and then shortly after stopped letting Medic even see him without the suit and mask on, let alone anything else, like properly examine him to find out what was wrong.

“I must insist you finally let me examine you here, at least. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“I just need more cough syrup.”

Cough syrup had stopped doing anything helpful for him, if it ever had, weeks ago. Insisting he was fine was something Medic would’ve expected from like half the others on the team but never Pyro. Nothing was adding up and… it had been going on for a while now.

“You know if you’re sick for too long you’ll be removed you from Respawn so when you die of whatever the fuck this is, it’ll be permanent.”

“Miss Pauling wouldn’t do that.”

“She wouldn’t but the Administrator would and according to Miss Pauling, is planning to. She wants to replace you. Miss Pauling argued and got you another week in the system but that’s it.” It was far too short a time so if Pyro didn’t give in soon, Medic would force it, his trust be damned.

There was a long silence from Pyro while Medic resumed pacing. Being a private person, the room was small and had no window, making the space feel slightly claustrophobic. The familiar smell of blood filled it; Pyro could only be coughing it up though he wouldn’t let Medic see. When asked, he denied it and refused to answer entirely.

Finally, after another too long coughing fit, Pyro answered, his voice quiet and pleading. “I don’t wanna die.”

“I don’t want you to die either so let me fucking help.” Even if his main goal in pursuing medicine wasn’t to help people, it could still allow him do so when he felt the need to but only if he was also allowed to.

Another long pause before… “Okay. You can open the curtain.”

Before he could change his mind, Medic strode over and did so, throwing them open hard enough to make their stand rattle. Pyro sat on the bed, slightly propped up against some pillows, the blanket pulled up halfway to his chest. Surrounding him were blood spattered flower petals. In the trashcan next to him, there were even more.

“Ah! I’m familiar with this disease.” He’d always wanted to see it in person but being magical in nature, it was rare. Ooh, the temptation to study it was strong! But… it had already gone on so long and they had such a short time frame to get Pyro back on his feet… damn it. “Lucky for you, it’s actually got a fairly simple cure. All you got to do is...”

“I know,” Pyro interrupted. “Gotta tell someone I love them.”

“If you knew that why didn’t you?” Medic could just about slap him for letting him worry for so long.

“I don’t think he loves me back.”

“That doesn’t matter, it’s the telling that matters. Who is it, I’ll go get them.” It was certainly going to be awkward but better that than Pryo dead.

More hesitation, lasting long enough that Medic was taking a breath to ensure him, he wouldn’t judge so Pyro should just hurry up and say already, before finally he spoke. “You.”

“Oh.” That… certainly explained why Pyro had been avoiding him specifically.

“I love you.” As soon as the words were out his mouth, Pyro’s face scrunched up as he put a hand to his chest. He coughed one more time, bringing up a single petal that would be the last.

Damn, Medic should’ve brought him into the lab to get an x-ray on his chest before having him confess. He could’ve seen the flower and then watch it magically vanish. … Too late now. But also he had something else to worry about; Pyro’s confession. How did he feel about that? … Well, given he hadn’t asked Pyro to come to his lab so he could study his disease up close and personal but instead had remained focused on wanting him cured, he knew the answer to that.

He walked the rest of the way over to Pyro’s bedside. Bending down he gently took one of Pyro’s hands in both of his, lifting it for a light kiss on his knuckles. “I love you too.” Such words weren’t easy for him to say but he needed to make his reciprocation clear.

Now it was Pyro’s turn to respond with nothing but an, “Oh.”

“You should’ve just told me to begin with, would’ve saved us both a lot of trouble.”

“Yeah… probably. Sorry. I think I might be an idiot.”

“I don’t think I can argue with that. As long as you’re an alive idiot though, it’s fine.” And as long as he was Medic’s idiot too.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 drabbles #pyro #medic #pyromedic #burnward

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Home sweet home

cw: reader-san goes back home, work life is somewhat unbearable, talks with psychic friend, Theresa comes through with a reading to give her some guidance, talks about being childfree and a parentified adult as well as its consequences, Theresa encourages reader-san to open a baking business, an much needed 'men are trash reminder', a few other characters are mentioned such as Obi, Vulcan and Benimaru(he is a warning 🤨 ), uni days seem to bring joy and despair to reader-san, no sign of Leo for a total of three weeks(that’s ominous).

gist: reader-san goes back to her place after being with Leo for sometime. In her own words “ this motherfucker tweaking, on God!”(she’s right, I’d be mad too).

Wc: 2141

c/s:  I wouldn’t mind having captain Obi as my bed 😩, I said what I said 😋(that's period me talking). Uhm… enjoy!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

As soon as I got inside, I dropped my shopping bags at the entry. I took off my shoes. I went right away to the living room, plopped myself on my couch like I usually do. I take a few deep breaths to reassess the current state of my life. I have to appreciate where I’m at. But also fuck Leo for being a stubborn man. I can’t stand him. On top of that I have to go to work. 

I swear on everything the universe be trying me! Anyways, time to unwind.

 –

I slept like a baby when I got back home. I hugged my huge teddy bear to bring me comfort. I really missed being on my own company, I’m realising. No wonder I had shitty days earlier this week.

It’s been ten days, no signs of Leo contacting me or at least trying like… a missed call or something? Am I this unlucky with men or is it my imagination? I know I shouldn’t worry but single life looks so appealing right now. Might go back to it honestly.

Work’s been kicking my ass. Between orders, new clients, shipping packages, answering questions customers have, updating the site and coming up with new ideas to innovate the concept, I’m lagging a bit. Everytime I come back home, I just shower, eat and sleep. It's as if I were a robot, what am I doing? At least, I haven't cried yet. Not a sign of sir Burns? He's probably busy. I still have his debit card. I better not use it and leave it at home in a safe place.

Wednesday is my day off. I should probably make it a self care day and just do what I do best: me! I'll take it slow. Tuesday evening I should get some candles from the store.

Theresa sent a message. I think she wants to see me.

We need to talk. I'll be there 2moro by noon cya

My reply is

No problem. I'll be waiting

Wednesday

Theresa finds me with a face mask but her face is so stern…

“I know you're not seeing him. Why is that”

How? Ah, she always knows. I let her in the apartment. It would be rude to keep having this convo at the door. Some nosey people might hear. I tell her what she wants to know as we sit on the couch.

“The kid in question and that woman's identity. He doesn't want me to know.”

“Want me to pull out some tarot cards for it?”

“Yeah, sure why not.”

“I get a feel you’re not telling me everything.”

“Uhm… I don't think he'll contact me that soon.”

She takes out of her bag a few bay leaves.

“Hand me a lighter please gotta cleanse before I do anything.”

I don’ really like the smell so I ask her 

“Can you please do another cleansing method. I don’t dig burnt bay leaf smell and you know exactly why.”

“Sure, I’ll just clap a few times.” 

She claps three times then ten times and finally five. Don’t know about that pattern though might ask or not.

She pulls out her tarot deck. Seeing her shuffling doesn't cease to amaze you.

“What should y/n expect of this situation? Strength or maybe his sun sign. My hand burns so it definitely is his sun sign."

Uhm interesting

“Is your boo a july or august leo?” 

“Don’t know I haven’t asked him. I will.”

“Leaning on the card's meaning and my intuition, he’s a strong man. His values are unmatched for most people in his age range. I also get the feeling that he has gorgeous hair and a beard. Aren’t I right?”

Now that I think about it, I never asked him when it was his birthday. I'll do it if we get back together…

"Leo’s rule hair and all that so he’s also probably on the thicker side if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, spot on as always. Hair wise I didn’t touch it much. I think you’re right, it surely is a handful.”

She pulls out another card. Most of the time she’ll stop when she gets three cards but I get a feel this might be a long session.

“We have ten of cups. It embodies completion in your specific case; it could be marriage. It can also mean some sort of union. I don’t know where you currently stand on that matter.”

“I don’t look forward to it. I never really did fancy that. My whole childhood, teenage and early adult years I took care of babies and children that were not mine based solely on the fact that they’re family. So technically, I am a parentified adult. And while that kind of upbringing could have strongly reinforced the want of having kids, I simply do not like them.”

“So sorry you had to go through that, boo. You’re telling me that you’re prone to be a childfree person than to become a mother?”

“Exactly! Being a mother is not for me. I’m not trying to walk in my mother’s footsteps being the one who is bearing the whole family as well as taking care of a grown child labelled as ‘husband’ that is so useless.”

“I’m with you on that one. Fuck men and their entitlement to think they are doing too much when all they do is complain about ‘where my food at? This house look a mess or even ain’t nobody helping in this house.’ Stop being a clown and start doing something about the shit you whining about. Concerning your guy, he would be the right one spirit says.”

She continues pulling out cards:

“We got knight of wands. It symbolises motion as well as passion. Girl…I’m getting hot like smoking hot.” She says this as she waves her hand close to her face . “Please, give me a glass of cold water with ice cubes.”

“Coming right up!”

You do your little run towards the kitchen and come back with a full glass of water with ice cubes for your friend.

“Here.”

“Thank you, that was much needed.

“So, I think your man is super serious about you ‘cause I’m still hot.” 

She takes off her sweater . “The water didn’t do much but whatever I guess. Spirit tells me that he enjoys looking at you all the time even when you are not aware of it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes! Haven’t you noticed it?”

“I probably didn’t pay much attention to it.”

“Ace of pentacles stands for potential, prosperity too. This is really good. I feel like it can signal longevity for this union, honey.

The hermit reversed. This could represent you or/and him. The current state of the relationship. Isolation. But not for too long, I would say it is necessary for both of you. It will allow you to evaluate what you really want form this relationship.” 

Doesn’t sound like a desperate situation thanks to Theresa’s insight. I’m so glad she is doing this for me!

“The moon represents illusions. Watch what you say and do. Don’t try anything to rash such as not letting people know you’re leaving. Notify them if you do so, please.”

Is there anything that doesn’t escape her sharp vision? I can’t even lie to her so I’ll say no.

“Another reversed card! Dang it, I don't like where this reading is headed. The devil. Aiming to restore control or maybe we’re getting warned about what he’s packing!! I bet you know what it looks like.” And she winks at me.

“Theresa!”, you yelped in frustration.

“Girl, watch out. I’m just being honest with you. Better safe that sorry in these streets!

For the previous message it deals with let me see to finally grasp what was lacking or to even find some semblance of power. It felt like most things you desired were slipping through your fingers but it’s no longer the case at least for now.”

“That was seven cards. From what I remember the number represents support from the angels concerning love and also means wholeness. So everything you’re currently going through is preparing for a much bigger outcome. I know it sucks now but you can handle it!!”

I catch her staring at the cards. Probably in deep thought.

“You don't look convinced enough.”

“Yep, I still don't know who that Aura is.”

“I can always use my pendulum if you'd like me to.”

“Absolutely! How could I forget that?”

“Only closed questions are allowed to ensure certainty. So, jot them down on a piece of paper, I'll read them aloud.” 

I pull out my stream of consciousness notebook and  write down what I need to know. Then I rip that page and hand it to her. She starts reading it.

“Is Aura Leo's ex partner? No. Does he have a kid? No.

Is he faithful? Yes.”

She puts all of her belongings away. She questions me.

“Y/n are you sure about this relationship?"

“I don’t think sure would be the right term. I know I want him and I long to be by his side. There is always some sort of uncertainty hovering above anything I do. I’m used to it but I wish it wouldn’t be as present as it is.”

“It’s your first in a long time so you might want to take things slow and easy. I know both of you will figure something out.”

“I made some baked goods earlier.”

“Yay. Love yours.”

“Sit down at the table and I'll get everything.” She puts down the oven safe dish and takes a giant pitcher out of her fridge.

“Tada! Cinnamon rolls paired up with Korean strawberry milk.”

“That's a great combo!”

“I know, let’s dig in.”

"Listen" she tells me " if you open a food business be it a truck or a store, I'll be there. I'm not kidding, every single day. Even if my wallet doesn't match my expenses!"

"I accept your undivided honesty and support but that might be for later. Not my main source of income. Could be a side hustle."

“I think I could use some of that spray of yours…”

“Which one? I need your to be specific.”

“The fuckboy repellent one?”

“You sure that's the only one you need?! I think you should also get the goddess era one and plutonian lover.”

“Can I get those too?” 

“Yes. I'll drop them off later today in your mailbox.”

“On another note. Do you know who I saw today? ” 

“No.”

“Think a little…”

“Really?” 

“Fine. I’ll give you some clues.”

“I’m listening.”

“He is peculiar.” 

“Leo?” 

“Are you for real? You haven’t even showed us a picture and suddenly I’m meant to know what he looks like? Girl, quit playing!"

“You’re right, my bad.”

“I’ll give a clue. It’s someone from uni…”

“Oh!”

“The whole buffet also known as Obi. The girls were mad about him. It’s me, I’m girls.”

“No and he only stayed there for a year.”

“Why the hell I didn’t have a one night stand with him?”

“Rumour has it if you do, no other person can satisfy you.” 

“Swear down!”

She nods

“Girl I better find him then. I’m willing to risk my life for that .”

“What about Leo?”

“I’ll give ‘us’ a break. I’m sure he’ll understand after what he pulled.”

“Fair enough.”

“Was it Vulcan?”

“Who was that again?”

“The red haired guy that you could tell was a sub. I wish I had one night with him too. You know trying new things.” 

“No.”

“Don’t you think something’s missing?”

“Black hair a scary face but girls were head over heels with him?”

“Benimaru?”

“Bingo.”

“How is he?"

“He is, I guess. I didn’t talk to him that long because back then he only had eyes for you and I’m pretty sure it’s still the case.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, you heard it right. When I asked him if he had you know a partner since he did the same and was met with a negative answer. He said’ Y/n is the only woman I can date’.  

“Well it’s… giving obsessive with a sprinkle of stuck in the past.”

“Like you said.”

“You think he’d say it to my face?”

“Uhm, maybe who knows? Miracles can happen?”

“Theresa being shady?? Nah, never thought I’d witness it firsthand!”

“Feels good to be home. I’ll never trade my happiness for a relationship. Mark my words I rest my case.”

Much later in the evening

Such a cute packaging! I’ll keep the little bag. It smells so good.

They're body mist with highlighter in it. Ooh, imma shine bright like a diamond.

Plus it smells so good! I gotta properly thank her. She always comes through.

I also wish Theresa gets her man even though she always brushes the topic off with ‘I'm not trying to trigger migraines by dating men. Plus, I'm not attracted to them so why would I?’

I hope she gets her soulmate or her twinflame. Man whatever she desires shall come to her.

I check my phone. He hasn’t called yet. Should I feel concerned? No, I left him behind because he was being an ass. He and his whole attitude about this Aura. Like where do I stand? Am I important enough to him?

I’m at work! Those thoughts are unnecessary as of now. I better get back on my shit before I find myself running back to his house. I am not a lost puppy.

Chapter 3 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy 

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